#dark elsa

(Alternate Timeline)

Disclaimer: This story takes place in an alternate timeline of Frozen, where Elsa and Anna’s father survived the voyage at sea and ruled Arendelle during the eternal winter.

In my version of the story, Elsa knew about Hans long before anyone else did. Not completely, but enough. She noticed how his kindness felt rehearsed, how his voice changed when power was involved, and how he spoke to soldiers and advisors when he thought no one important was listening 🐍. She saw manipulation hiding behind charm. But she stayed silent—because she was already feared, already misunderstood, and accusing a prince without proof could drag Arendelle into war ⚔️.

This time, the climax doesn’t happen in the mountains.

It happens in the middle of the city.

Arendelle is frozen solid ❄️🏙️. Ice covers the streets, towers rise like jagged monuments, and terrified citizens watch from windows and doorways. There is no secrecy. No isolation. Everything happens in front of everyone.

Hans doesn’t hesitate.

In front of the people, he kills Anna.

There is no pause. No miracle. No magic saving her at the last second.

Anna falls to the frozen ground and doesn’t move again 💔🕊️.

That moment destroys Elsa.

She drops beside her sister, holding her, crying openly. Not screaming. Not panicking. Just raw, uncontrollable grief 😭❄️. For the first time in her life, Elsa stops suppressing her emotions. And as she does, something changes.

The ice cracks. The snow softens. The eternal winter begins to melt 🌨️➡️💧.

Not because of power. Not because of control. But because of loss ❤️‍🔥.

Hans steps forward again, raising his weapon, convinced he has already won 😈.

He never gets the chance.

An ice spike erupts and pierces straight through his heart, killing him instantly ❄️💥. Elsa doesn’t even look when it happens. Her magic moves before her thoughts do—fast, cold, automatic.

Hans’s soldiers freeze in shock.

And then the truth is revealed.

They were never there to help Arendelle. They were the first wave of an invasion 🚢⚔️.

Far away, in another kingdom, Hans’s father watches his son die from his palace 🏰. His face hardens. He gives the order.

War.

Ships appear on the horizon. Soldiers flood the city. Arendelle becomes a battlefield.

Elsa stands at the center of it all.

And this time—she doesn’t hold back.

Her grief turns into rage 🔥❄️. Ice becomes sharper, faster, deadlier. Soldiers fall one by one, and sometimes entire groups are wiped out in a single sweeping motion 🧊🗡️. Armor shatters. The ground freezes and breaks beneath them. The air itself becomes a weapon.

She isn’t fighting to protect anymore.

She’s fighting because she has nothing left to lose.

As the battle nears its end, one last knight—wounded and dying—fires an arrow 🏹.

It strikes Elsa’s father.

He falls slowly, collapsing before her eyes 👑💔.

Elsa sees it happen.

Something inside her goes completely silent.

She raises her hand and hurls a massive ice spike that obliterates the knight and his horse in a single instant 💥❄️. No hesitation. No mercy. Just an ending.

The battle stops.

Silence fills Arendelle.

Elsa stands among the ruins, having lost two family members in one single day—her sister and her father 💔💔. The kingdom is saved, but at a cost that can never be undone.

Kristoff approaches her carefully and tries to comfort her 🤍. He speaks of peace. Of rebuilding. Of choosing a different path.

Elsa listens.

Then she looks ahead, her expression calm, empty, and unshaken, and says just one word:

“Revenge.” 🧊👑

Post-Credit Scene 🌑❄️

Elsa now stands as Queen of Arendelle. Her crown shines like frozen steel. Before her lies the frozen sea, filled with hundreds of ships, their hulls strengthened with ice 🚢❄️.

She stands at the front of the largest one, her cape flowing like a storm.

She is no longer sailing to defend her kingdom.

She is sailing toward Hans’s homeland.

The war didn’t end in Arendelle.

It only just began ⚔️❄️🔥.

"I walk alone Ev'ry step I take, I walk alone My winter storm, holding me awake It's never gone, when I walk alone"

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priv // selective // multimuse, multifandom. Written by Epiphany.

"And what, Prince, did you hope to achieve by breaking into my humble castle?" said Elsa, rising from her icy throne. "I wonder why the likes of you assume they can come and go just like that. This is my home, after all." Her voice is full of poisonous sweetness, she speaks like she thinks he is a total fool.

Hans squared his shoulders and grabbed the sword tighter. "Where is Princess Anna? I have come for her!"

Elsa tilted her head, and scrutinized him. "Ah, princesses, everyone always wants to save these pathetic foolish creatures from evil heartless witches...and then drag them to the altar... Have no idea where she is. I guess she has already found a new suitor to replace you, Your Highness, and just ran away with him. She will probably pick another sister on the road as well, she is like that. Easy comes, easy goes."

"How can you speak so heartlessly about your sister!" Hans was offended. "I heard you loved each other once. I know once you were kind and gentle..."

Elsa frowned for a moment, but then she smirked coldly. "The past doesn't exist, and neither does the future. There is only this moment of the present, frozen in the ice of eternity..."

Hans made an attacking move, but with a careless snap of Elsa's fingers, his faithful sword turned into ice, and then crumbled into sparkling snow dust.

"Aw, Hans. Are you still trying to play the hero?" She walked up to him, the needles of her high heels cutting into the ice floor. Hans was defenseless, he's stunned but not by the magic that swirled around them, but by the Queen's winter beauty, and the yearning soul that shone through her azure eyes.

And this became his downfall, this moment of hesitation when he couldn't find it in himself: to kill her, to kill the witch.

One blink, and ice shackles wrapped around his arms, and a chain locked him to her throne. The second blink, and a naturalistic, beating but ice heart appeared in Elsa's hand. Without taking her eyes off Hans' face, she squeezed this marvelous creation in her fist, and it broke down into hundreds of blue shards.

"I have a better game for you to play. You will stay here, my brave prince, until your princess saves you or until you gather the word, yeah, L O V E from these wreckages. From the looks of it," she smirked again, "You'll stay with me forever."

Hans was forced to his knees, his chains were so heavy, but he still hit, for Westergaards are lions, not mice. "Oh Elsa, such a wicked cold-hearted queen, and thinks about love?" His sarcasm bit colder than her false sweetness.

Two Helsa Drabbles:

Elsa has always been afraid of people. Anxiety, that's what they were. She was afraid of the looks, the touches, their thoughts about her. But Hans, oh, he is not a stranger.