Beware the frozen heart...

Due to the dense fog and howling wind whipping all sorts of snow in his face, he couldn’t be sure his attack even landed. She must have put some pretty wide distance between them, especially if she made such a large ice wall in the first place. If he had some way of actually seeing through this thick fog… that would make thing ten times easier. Once his Firaga was sent flying, he stepped back a little to adjust his stance. He could faintly see it flying further into the fog.

Thank you, fire based magic skills!

With that sign, he moved forward. That light could at least guide him a bit further in. It might not even lead him towards his opponent, but there was that tiny hope it might. It wasn’t like he wanted to beat the tar out of this woman or something; she was obviously confused. Sora probably was more offended she would think they would side with the Heartless! It certainly was new for someone to accuse the one who could take them out as their leader!

Still, he had to at least immobilize her. If she caused any more destruction, all the Restoration Committee’s hard work for the past year would be in vain. They had just gotten their World back, and as an honorary member Sora couldn’t let that happen! Unfortunately, there wasn’t much Sora could hold for proof. Trying to think of ways to convince her with wind pushing back on him didn’t really help. Of course, since he was so busy walking the fire in front of him went out.

“Shoot!” Sora hissed while gritting his teeth, glancing around as his hood blew up behind his head. With the fire gone, it didn’t seem like he got terribly far either. The wind pushing back on him severely lowered how much he could move forward, he was pretty lucky his throw had been so clean. Well, best to do what worked before. He angled himself back, charging up another Firaga from the tip of the Kingdom Key. Just as he was getting a tiny spark, something dripped on his shoulder. Sora paused, blinking once with a confused expression. Dripping…? It didn’t take him long to glance upwards, only to find a large clump of snow above him.

“Oh c—” He didn’t get to finish what he said before he was covered in snow. Fortunately, Firaga wasn’t the only fire skill Sora had up his sleeves. There were a few moments of silence, mostly since Sora was pretty well wedged in a cold and hard place. In the center of the snowboulder, there was a tiny glow. Just enough to be seen, but not very strong. It grew brighter and brighter until, at last, the snow boulder managed to burst apart in a display of fire and clumps of snow.

Mega Flare had really come in handy there. Sora could only let out a loud shudder, already feeling the cold right down to his bones. He could only half rub a gloved hand up his arm while the other clutched his Keyblade. He was definitely not doing that again! Dripping wet, with the intense heat melting most of the snow around him, he wasn’t going to stick around for another snow fall like that one! Once he burst free, this time he did notice the other snowboulder being built in place.

“Definitely not fallin’ for that again!” Sora made quick work to jump forward, pulling himself into a dodge roll to gain a bit of distance from it. He was already wounded a little from that, not only from the chill now inflicting him too, so taking too much damage wouldn’t be good. Thrusting his Keyblade forward, this time he had a better idea. With a few tiny flicks of his weapon, he sent out much smaller fire balls out towards him. This time there were three, but specifically smaller than one big Firaga.

The roaring wind and biting snow swirled around Elsa, but beyond flinging her braid about and making her cape flap wildly, it seemed to have no effect on her.  She didn’t even so much as shiver.  It could have been a warm summer breeze for all the attention she gave it.  Her eyes were hard as they fixated up in the air several yards in front of her, in the direction her arm was outstretched.  The snow rushed to do her silent bidding as tiny bit of it began to clump together high overhead, the beginnings of what was to be a third snow boulder.

So focused was she on her work that she failed to notice the fresh volley of fireballs rushing towards her.  That is, until her shoulder exploded into searing pain as the first one slammed into it.  She lost her concentration and the snowball, barely more than a handful, plummeted as she hissed in surprise and stumbled to one side - an unplanned but lucky move, as the other two flaming bolts flew past, narrowly missing her.  She watched them hurtle by, then turned her head in the direction they had come from and her eyes widened.

There, in the snow churning fog, was the silhouette of her opponent.  It was faint, but close, much closer than she would have liked.  When had that happened?  Panicking, she swept her arms upward and an ice wall sprung upward from the ground before her, forming a barricade between her and him.  She turned and pressed her back to it, her mind reeling.

With a wince, she clasped a hand over the throbbing burn on her shoulder.  So much for her brilliant plan of putting the fire out.  Now she needed to figure out another tactic, and fast.  The enemy was probably already preparing another attack to take down her frozen blockade, or was even simply circumventing it as the wall hardly stretched all that far in either direction.

Looking up, she was distracted from her thoughts as she realized something.  Her fog from the snowstorm, while still present, was not as dense as it had been a moment before.  Why...?  Then it clicked.  Those fireballs!  They were clearing up her cover!  His shots had been pretty close to their mark without him even being able to see her... she’d hate to find out just how accurate his aim could be when he actually had eyes on his target.  So she decided on doing the best thing she could come up with in the limited time she could afford.

She was going to give him multiple targets.

Grimacing as she moved her injured arm, she thrust her hands towards the ground in front of her and a iridescent blue glow leapt from her fingers and collided into the cool powder at her feet.  In a whirlwind of white, dozens of figures began to take shape.  They were small, almost toddler size, and each constructed from four snowballs: one for the head, one for the body, and two smaller ones for legs.  They each had two dots for eyes and bore grins that were disturbingly wide.

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Tagged by: @toughgxrl

1. I’m currently wearing an R2D2 sock on one foot and a BB-8 sock on the other foot.

2. I dabble in 3D modeling and animation in my free time.  I love it!  My career goal is to be a 3D modeler/animator for a video game company.

3. I’m obsessed with Kingdom Hearts. I’m also obsessed with Brooklyn Nine-Nine.  Thus, the unholy love child of the two were born: Organization IX-IX

4. I hella ship Elsa with a certain character.  I’m not gonna say who because it’s hella crack and it’s hella stupid.  And I still hella love it.  I may have written fanfiction based on this ship that has yet to see the light of day.

5. My favorite dessert is baklava!

Marianne bit down on her lower lips anxiously, watching the other woman fretting over the subject at hand. Maybe she shouldn’t of asked…it clearly was agitating the queen in front of her.

“Oh.” Marianne breathed, realizing what Elsa meant. The ice powers, the powers that were making the area so freezing cold. Well, that explained the snow creature. “Well, that’s just ridiculous.” the little fae couldn’t help but huff angrily, letting the small cloth of fabric slip slightly from her shoulders as she placed both hands on her hips. The girl wasn’t a monster, that was just stupid. After all, a monster wouldn’t of tried to help her, from the snow creature or from the cold.

“They hate you?” she frowned, confused at the sudden thought. “But…..why? Did you hurt someone?”

Her head jerked back in surprise at the pixie’s sudden outburst.  She blinked a couple times, then hid the faintest of smiles behind her hand.  Who knew one so tiny could all but explode with such indignation?  And to think the outrage was in response to the way Elsa had been treated.  The sentiment was almost comforting.

Folding her hands her lap, Elsa said, “Thank you, it is kind of you to say.  But it’s not so ridiculous really.  They were scared, and rightly so... these powers are dangerous.”

Marianne’s eyebrows rose, watching the other woman spluttering and trying to correct herself. A job? From the sounds of it, not many decent people would take such a job, even if it was just looking around at things. “Oh.” was all Marianne said, nodding her head to show she’d understood what the other was saying.

“Ah….alright.” she couldn’t help but smile, watching the blonde move back over to the counter before looking down at her old cup, her fingers trailing around the rim as she waited for the other to come back. Was this how to make friends in the human world? She wasn’t too sure, but at least she was getting along with someone.

As the other girl moved to her table she looked up once more, a hand moving to run through her hair with a smile. “Yeah, been here since yesterday actually.” she commented with a small nod of her head. “I’m…..looking for someone who used to know my mother.” she decided vaguely. It was the truth after all. “Thought maybe he’d be here.”

“Yesterday?  Oh, wow, you really are new in town!”  Elsa wondered if the brunette had a place to stay, but decided not to ask.  It might come out like a weird question from someone she had just met... or maybe it wouldn’t.  Maybe she was overthinking things.  To be on the safe side, she instead just said, “If you need help finding something, let me know.  I’m pretty familiar with the area.”

It wasn’t like he wanted to fight her in the first place but… it didn’t seem like he was really going to get anywhere here. This woman obviously was full on believing that he and the other Restoration Committee members had her sister here as a hostage somewhere. Sora’s best bet was that the Heartless probably had grabbed her sister, or worse. While he didn’t exactly want to dwell on a negative topic like that, it was the reality of the situation. Sora’s feet shifted from his stance, keeping it wide but making sure he was stable.

Her expression definitely changed once he proposed the idea to actually fight. At first she seemed  apprehensive, and there was a tiny hope in Sora that she would listen to him some more. From the looks of it, his hasty decision was really going to backfire on him. The wind kicked up and Sora held his Keyblade up to block some of the harsh wind. Ice and snow had never been one to agree with him, coming from an island, and this certainly wasn’t helping. Not to mention, visibility was pretty much downgraded to anything that was a few feet in front of the brunet.

Sora’s immediate reaction was the glance around the storm itself. The Keybearer couldn’t even pinpoint where she was; not with the wind howling in his ears and the snow obscuring most of his vision. Still, he was cautious. Blindly rushing in with no way to be sure where she was wasn’t an ideal plan either. The boy side stepped slowly himself, making sure his grip was tight on his Keyblade in case she attacked from the side. She was serious, that was for sure. Fortunately for Elsa, she had her ice and snow on her side.

Sora’s reflexes, however, were on his. The sheet of ice she had sent his way burst through the blanket of snow and fog and certainly caught him off guard. She was really going all out! Since Sora was already somewhat moving, he managed to pull himself into a dodge roll. The roll just barely allowed him to scrape by, causing the sheet of ice to give a resounding crash! to wherever it smacked into. Sitting around really wasn’t going to be an option here. Sora swung back his Keyblade, building up his magic. With a quick swing of his Keyblade, he launched a Firaga into the storm like he had tossed a ball.

The fire ball went sailing, though whether or not it would land near Elsa was to be seen. Really he had just been guessing entirely, since there wasn’t much room to even see. Still, the idea was if he tossed enough fire balls, maybe that would help clear up the storm brewing around them and give him an advantage. Better than dodging giant ice walls all day.

Elsa winced as she heard the booming crash of her icy battering ram colliding into something with full force.  What had it hit?  A wall or building or some other random architecture of the city? ...or the boy?  She almost wasn’t sure which she would prefer.  If she was aiming to win this fight, she knew which one she should want it to hit... but she couldn’t help suspecting some part of her was wishing the opposite.

All fell silent again except for the angry howling wind and she squinted into the snow-laced mist swirling about.  She hadn’t... killed him, had she?  Biting her lower lip, she took a hesitant step forward.  That’s when she saw it.  A round, red glow in the fog, dim at first, but increasing in intensity swiftly.  She tipped her head to one side.  What was it?  She realized it nearly a second too late, but when she did, she gasped and ducked as the fireball flew over her head in a blazing blur, practically singeing a few of her pale bangs.  Snapping her head around, she watched as it struck a wall and exploded, leaving a huge black scorch mark behind.

A hand clasped over her chest as her eyes grew wide and her breathing shallow.  Well, this certainly answered one question: her foe was still very much alive.  However, many more were raised, such as had he really just flung fire at her?  How was such a thing even possible?  Was he some sort of... sorcerer?  It’d make the most sense, what with those shadowy minions he had at his command and that weapon he had summoned out of nowhere.  If that’s what he was, it was a pity he was her enemy.  She had thought herself unique... no, alone rather with her abilities.  To meet another person who possessed magical powers of any sort was something she had dreamed of, but had never truly believed possible.  Now that it was happening... she was fighting him.

“...remember, this is for Anna,” she murmured to herself, glaring out into the snowstorm.  She would do what she must.