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Chapter one: Here goes nothing!
Here I stand,
In the light of day!
Let the storm rage on!
The cold never bothered me anyway.
Elsa slammed the giant double doors of her ice palace. Waltzing down the steps, she sighed and sat down on the bottom step. She waved her hands, conjuring up a small snow flurry which fell around her shoulders. Laughing, she tilted her head upwards and let the snow fall gently on her face.
"I'm free!" She whispered to herself as she glanced around her shimmering snow fortress. She then stood up, ran to the center of the palace, and stretched her arms out behind her.
"I'M FREE!" She yelled joyfully. "I can finally be happy! I can finally be ME!"
Her voice echoed throughout the palace, and out onto the mountains of snow surrounding them.
And if I'm flying solo,
At least I'm flying free!
To those who ground me,
Take a message back from me:
Tell them how I am Defying Gravity!
I'm flying high, defying Gravity, and soon I'll match them in renown!
And nobody in all of Oz,
No Wizard that there is or was
Is ever gonna bring me down!
Elphaba Thropp soared through the sky. Gripping her broom, she stopped, hovering over the mountains of the Great Kells. Gusts of wind whipped around her as she glanced back at the place she once called home. She couldn't go back. Not after what she'd done. What she'd done to that poor monkey Chistery, and all the others. And what about Doctor Dillamond, and Boq, and Nessa? Or what she had put Glinda through? No, she couldn't go back. Steering her broom she sped downwind, spiraling over the peaks of the Great Kells mountains. Once she was past the borders of Oz, she stopped.
"I'm free." She whispered, almost disbelieving that it was really true.
"It's over. I'm free!" Elphaba smiled, steering her broom over the snow-covered domain before her. Cackling, she bent over her broom lowering it while also speeding up, sending snow flying out behind her.
After a while of flying, she caught a glimpse of something shimmering, towering above the vast stretches of snow beneath her. Gasping, she nearly fell off her broom. It was a palace, almost identical to the Wizard's in the Emerald City.
Except it was made of ice. She slowed her broom, taking in the sight before her. It was a beautifully constructed building, actually much different from the Wizard's palace. And, it was made entirely out of ice. But that was just it: it was a fortress, made of ice, on top of a secluded mountain range, in the middle of nowhere. Which meant, Elphaba reasoned, that it was likely that no one lived there. A perfect refuge for a witch in exile. Smiling to herself, she pushed down her broom, preparing to land.
Meanwhile, Elsa stood in the center of her palace, shooting blasts of snow and ice out of her palms. Where the magic hit, a glorious pattern emerged on the walls. Grinning with pride, she turned her back and waved her hands gracefully, constructing a crystal staircase along the back wall.
She was going to create a balcony as well, but she heard the door creak open, and she froze. Had someone found her? She began to panic, frantically running her fingers through her hair. What if they forced her to come back to Arendelle? What if they chained her up and locked her away? What if everyone shunned her, treating her like the monster she was always afraid she'd become? In her fear, she raised her hands, creating a wall of ice between her and the door. Shaking, Elsa peeked out from behind it. What she saw made her gasp, and dart back behind the wall.
There was another person here. And she was a stranger. And she was green.
"Hello?" The stranger called out. "Does anyone live here?"
Elsa sighed. This woman obviously wasn't from Arendelle. Lowering her hands, the ice wall disappeared into the floor. Instantly, Elsa regretted her actions. What if this green stranger was frightened by her magic like everyone else?
The stranger, however, just stood there smiling. She approached Elsa, and looked her over.
"Do you live here?" She asked, staring at the Snow queen.
The green stranger cursed under her breath. Looking up dejectedly, she asked,
"Is it alright if I stay here? Just for one night?"
Elsa stared at the bewildered, green woman before her. Despite her icy powers, Elsa did have a kind heart.
"Of course you can. My name is Elsa, Elsa the Snow Queen." She held out her hand, which the green woman reluctantly took.
"Elphaba Thropp," She replied, then added tediously, "The Wicked Witch of the West."
Elsa stared at her.
"Yeah, of the West. Weren't you listening?" Elphaba snapped. "Well, that's what you get for being born with the gift of magic." She walked over to a chair and sat down, only to jump back up.
"That's ice." She remarked, pointing to the chair.
Elsa rolled her eyes. "Everything here is ice." Then, she recalled what the Witch had said earlier.
"Wait just a minute. You have magic too?"
Elphaba nodded slowly.
"Yes… How else do you think I earned the title "Wicked Witch?"
Elsa went and sat down beside her. "I was born with magic power too." She said, conjuring up a miniature snow flurry in the palm of her hand.
Elphaba smiled. "That's a real nice talent, kid. But you don't know the half of it."
"Excuse me?" Elsa asked, slightly insulted.
"What? I'm guessing you're, what, three years younger than me? Eighteen?"
"Nineteen." Elsa remarked coldly. "And how do you know that I don't?!"
"Fine, show me." Elphaba said, waving her hand dismissively. "But I don't think-"
She was cut off by a huge icicle, lodged in the wall just inches away from her head.
"Don't think what?"
Elphaba smirked, standing up and facing the Snow Queen.
"Nice icicle. Throw another one."
Elphaba held her hands by her sides. "I said, throw another one."
"What if I hit you?" She asked apprehensively.
"Just do it!"
Elsa stood up, closed her eyes, and held out her arm, sending an icicle hurtling towards the Witch. Awaiting a crash, or at least a scream, she was quite surprised when she heard nothing. Had she hit her? Anxiously, she opened her eyes, and was shocked by what she saw.
Elphaba had created a glowing force-field around her herself, and had the icicle suspended in midair. Her eyes were closed and she had her lips pursed, as if she was reciting something under her breath. Opening her eyes, Elphaba stopped reciting and gently lowered the icicle to the icy floor.
"Wow! I can't anything like that! How'd you learn how to do that?"
"A lot of practice." Then, her face fell. "And a lot of sacrifice."
"What do you mean?"
Elphaba narrowed her gaze. "Do you wanna hear my life's story?"
"Fine." She snapped, stomping her foot so hard a crack appeared in the floor. Elsa subtly pointed her finger at the crack, and it disappeared. Elphaba dropped to the floor, sitting cross-legged, and Elsa conjured herself up a seat and sat beside her.
Elphaba sighed heavily. "Fine. You want to hear it? You'll hear it. My mother died because of me. My sister is crippled; also, because of me. I've had to take care of her my whole life. My father was convinced I was evil because I was born green and had magical powers which, by the way, I couldn't control either. When I finally found someone who could help me control them, they turned out to be evil, and they tricked me into using my powers for their own personal gain. When I refused to help them anymore, they shunned me, giving me the title of Wicked Witch and convincing all of Oz that I was evil. My father died of shame because of it. My sister hates me, I turned her boyfriend into tin, and I just left my best friend in the middle of the Emerald City. There, happy?"
Elsa stared at her.
"Yeah," Elphaba agreed. "Forget about a happy childhood. Hey, what about you?"
"What's your story?"
Elsa looked at the floor. "I guess I could've expected that." She sighed. "I used to be able to control my powers. To the briefest level, that is. When I was a child, my sister and I used to sneak into the ballroom and I would make it snow. We used to make snowmen, and go sledding, skate on the floor. Then one day I couldn't control my powers. I accidentally struck my sister with my magic and I nearly killed her. Some trolls saved her, but in order to, they had to remove all memories of my magic from her. From then on, she never remembered my magic, and I never got to tell her about it again. My parents grew afraid of me, so they moved me out of the room that she and I shared, and gave me my own room. I was never allowed to leave, in case I had a magical slip up again. I never got to see my sister ever again, even though she used to knock on my door every day asking for me to play with her. I took to wearing gloves to control the magic, but it only grew stronger and harder to control. My parents died at sea, forcing me to become queen even though I was only nineteen. On the day of my coronation my sister confronted me, and I lost control. I froze all of Arendelle. And I ran away, because I was afraid that I would hurt Anna again, or someone else."
Elsa blinked back tears. "My sister. I would do anything just to keep her safe."
"Hey, look on the bright side. At least your sister's boyfriend isn't trying to kill you." Elphaba joked. "And at least she doesn't hate you."
"How do you know?" Elsa asked miserably. "After what I did to her? I ignored her for ten years! I wouldn't blame her if she wanted to hate me!"
Elphaba shivered as a cold wind blew through the palace. Soon snow followed, and it turned into a swirling blizzard. Elsa just stood in the center, trying to stifle her emotions.
"It was always the same thing!" Elsa continued, the blizzard growing stronger. "Conceal, don't feel, Conceal, don't feel! Well did anyone ever consider how I felt about all that?! Did anyone care how I felt?!"
Elphaba gripped her cloak around her. She was afraid that Elsa's blizzard would collapse the roof, or worse. Yelling at the top of her lungs, she recited a transportation spell, and suddenly they were outside. The blizzard was still raging, but was less threatening now they were out of the palace.
Elphaba walked up to her. The winds were howling, but Elphaba yelled at the top of her lungs:
"ELSA! IT'S OKAY! JUST LET IT GO!"
The blizzard ceased as Elsa turned to face the Witch.
Elphaba looked at the Snow Queen.
"You told me that you used to be able to control your powers. Well, I think I've figured out why." She took a step closer to Elsa. "When you were younger, you didn't try to hold back your magic. When you do, it gets out of hand. Elsa, I think that your powers are controlled by your emotions. Mine are too, if it helps any."
The blizzard started up once again.
"Then how come you can control your powers and I can't?!"
Elphaba held up her hands. "Whoah, let's not over react. Elsa," She said, taking a deep breath. "I'm going to tell you something that I've never told anyone. I can't fully control my magic. Sure, I can recite spells, and make it do things when I need it to, but I lose control too. I just pretend that everything is fine. I've learned how to trick myself so I think that I'm in control, when really I'm not. Sometimes, when I can't hold it back anymore, I go up to the mountains and just let it all go. I think that's what you need to do. You've been holding it all in for so long, you need to let it go. Trust me."
Elsa sighed heavily, then drew a shaky breath. "You're right." She said, looking at her. "I can't keep living like this. I just can't."
Elphaba nodded. "I'll help you. Throw everything you've got at me."
"But what if I hurt you?" Elsa asked worriedly.
"Like I said, I can control my magic. Not entirely, but I am better practiced than you are. I can protect myself. I know what I'm getting myself into, and I want to help."
Elsa smiled shakily.
About an hour later, Elsa stood panting, in the midst of a snowy explosion. Elphaba stood a couple of feet away, her hands still held up in an act of protection, emitting a faint green glow.
Clenching and unclenching her fists, Elsa wiped the tears from her eyes, and gave Elphaba a thumbs up.
"You good?" She yelled, slowly lowering her hands.
Elsa nodded, then walked over to the Witch.
Elphaba stared at her. "Y-You…ah, you feel any better?" She asked, eyeing the area of mass destruction behind her.
Elsa nodded. "You were right. I needed to let all my magic go. I was holding all of it in for so long-"
"-When really, all you needed to do was let it go." Elphaba finished.
"Exactly." Elsa replied with a quivering voice. "Thank you."
"No problem, kid. But…um, can I ask you a favor?"
Elsa looked up at the green woman. "You've helped me so much. I'll do anything."
Elphaba looked down at the ground, scuffing the snow with the tip of her boot.
"Would you, ah…would you help me?"
Elsa looked genuinely surprised.
"I need you to show me how to conceal my powers."
"Why on Earth would you want to do that?!" Elsa asked, slightly upset. "You told me not to hold back my magic, and yet you're asking me to show you how to keep it in?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
Elphaba looked uncomfortable. "Well…you see…" She rubbed the back of her head with her hand.
"Elsa, when I told you that you can't hold back your magic, I meant it. But I was talking about you. I need help keeping my magic hidden."
"I-I…I guess what I meant was…I guess when I said my powers, I meant my emotions.
Elsa nodded, smiling. "I see…"
"In case you haven't noticed…I can have a bit of a…temper."
Elsa raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really?" She teased.
"Sorry, Elphaba. I guess I could show you some tricks."
"Thank you." Elphaba replied mockingly.
Once they were back inside the ice palace, Elphaba sat down on an ice chair. Elsa stood in front of her.
"Now," she said, standing in front of Elphaba. "We'll begin with-"
"Uh…Elsa?" Elphaba cried, hastily jumping up from her chair.
"Sorry, but…can I stand? I don't know how you can bear sitting on solid ice!"
Elsa smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, sometimes I forget that other people can actually feel the cold."
The witch shrugged. "It's cool."
Elphaba laughed to herself.
"Anyway, let's get back to your lesson. First things first…" She said, eyeing Elphaba.
"You need to tell me exactly what emotions you are trying to hide, and why."
Elphaba cringed. "I-Isn't that a little unnecessary?"
"Well, I can't really help unless I know what you're trying to hold back."
Elphaba moaned. "Do I have to?"
"Do you want my help?"
"Fine." She sighed, shuffling her weight from one foot to the other.
"Elphaba, it's okay. Who am I going to tell? I don't exactly have neighbors up here."
Elphaba smiled weakly. She took a deep breath, and sighed once again.
"Fine. Fear," She stated plainly. "And, um…sadness, and…uh…guilt, I guess." She lowered her head, squeezing her eyes shut. "Maybe regret, responsibility. A-And…love." She whispered the last word, so it was almost inaudible.
"Elphaba," Elsa said, going over and taking the green woman by the shoulders. "Why on earth would you want to conceal love?"
Elphaba turned her face away. "You don't understand." She said, squeezing her eyes shut. "All that I've been through makes love unattainable. So why would I try to express it?"
Elsa smiled caringly. "Elphaba, you and I, we're not all that different. We've both lost people dear to us through no fault of our own-"
"-But it WAS my fault! Don't you see? Everyone I get close to seems to get hurt! I can't risk my heart again. It would just be too painful."
Elsa looked Elphaba straight between the eyes.
"Elphaba, I think you might want to reconsider. By pushing love out of your heart, you're pushing away happiness. You're pushing away every part of you that is good."
"Well, I am the Wicked Witch of the West. Remember?"
"Elphaba!" Elsa took her by the shoulders. "No, you're not. Just like I'm not the Snow queen. Sure, that's what other people think of us, but what matters is what we think of ourselves. Not anybody else."
Elphaba's hands began to glow faintly.
"But it does matter! Can't you see that?! If it didn't matter, we wouldn't be living up here in isolation! They treat us like monsters, so we live our lives that way! It DOES matter, and we are every bit as terrible as they say we are! We don't deserve to be happy!"
Elphaba's hands glowed brighter, and Elsa stepped towards her.
"Elphaba, no. Just because they treat us like monsters doesn't mean we are."
"Then WHY are we here?! Alone?!"
Finally, Elphaba lost it. Her hands blazing brightly, she blasted the floor. Shards of ice flew through the air as the frozen floor was demolished. Elsa held up her hands, protecting herself by creating a wall of ice around her. The slivers of ice hit the wall; either embedding in it or falling to the ground harmlessly. Elsa listened to the sound of ice shattering, clinking as it hit the floor. Then, it was silent.
Elsa slowly lowered the ice wall. Peeking out from behind it, she examined the damage. A large hole had appeared in the center of the floor, and not to mention shattered ice lay strewn across the palace. Elphaba just stood there, looking absolutely shocked.
Elsa slowly approached her.
"I can't believe I did that." Elphaba said, shaking her head. "Elsa, I am so sorry."
With a wave of her hand, Elsa repaired the hole and disposed of the ice shards.
"No problem." She said. "Although, your teleportation spell would have come in handy back there."
"Yeah." Elphaba nodded, looking down at her feet; obviously ashamed by what she had done to Elsa's palace.
Elsa smiled good-naturedly.
"Hey, don't worry about it. Whatever that's been broken can be mended. It may not be the same, but it has definitely been changed for good."
Elphaba smiled. "Hey, that's nice. Where'd you hear that?"
"My mother used to say it to me." Elsa replied. She glanced off into space for a moment, remembering her mother. Then, she turned back to Elphaba, a smile crossing her face.
"So, do you still want to conceal all those emotions?" She asked playfully.
Elphaba glared at her. But, her expression soon softened, and her eyes began to tear up. She frantically rubbed her eyes, trying to stem the tears.
"N-No, I guess not."
"I thought you'd say that.
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