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Frozen/Skyrim
Date: 2014-01-18 08:17 am (UTC)Anything Frozen inspired really. Doesn't even have to have characters from Frozen, maybe there's just some super over powered mage that controls frost.
Maybe they're Dragonborn, maybe they're not.
Super open prompt, is super open.
Re: Frozen/Skyrim
Date: 2014-01-19 12:15 pm (UTC)Queen of the Frost - 1/2
Date: 2014-02-23 09:55 pm (UTC)-----
Ulfric had been waiting for her to come to him since he heard the Greybeards call out for the Dovahkiin and discovered who that blessed person was. He had known as soon as the news reached his ear that if he met his end from any blade, it would be hers.
Now here she was, walking across his hall as though it was her own, head held high and every step ringing with power and self-assurance. Such a drastic change from when he last saw her cowering next to her mother as he challenged her father to a duel that for half a heartbeat Ulfric did not recognise her.
Her silvery-blonde hair was pulled into a loose braid that hung over one shoulder, contrasting sharply with the oily gleam of her ebony armour. In one hand she held a vicious-looking sword, and the other was curled into a half-fist, shining with magic.
She looked every inch a warrior queen of Skyrim and for a moment Ulfric wondered whether, had things gone differently, he would have been able to bend his knee to her.
"Ulfric Stormcloak," she called out, her voice ringing with a whisper of the power that had coloured his adolescence in High Hrothgar. "You have committed crimes against Skyrim and her people. You have murdered your rightful High King and rebelled in treason against Skyrim and the Empire. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
This was her show, Ulfric realised as he got to his feet, despite the fact that Tullius and Rikke were right behind her. They were window dressing; the final battle came down to him and her. How long had he thought Tullius his foil?
Ah, but then, he never could have anticipated that the pale-faced little princess would become Dovahkiin.
Abruptly, he recalled a new song the bards had begun singing - in hushed voices, to be sure, at least in Windhelm - stronger than one, stronger than ten, stronger than a hundred men.
"I have fought to save Skyrim and her people. To fight against injustice and oppression."
Her jaw twitched and the light in her hand briefly grew brighter as she struggled to contain herself. Behind her, Tullius moved to step forwards - only for her to fling out a hand to stop him, never taking her eyes off Ulfric.
"You. Murdered. My. Father," she hissed, and he could have sworn her eyes flashed golden.
"I did what needed to be done."
"You--!" she sucked in a breath, steadied herself. "You are beaten, Jarl Ulfric. Your city is breached and your rebellion is defeated."
"And you will hand Skyrim to the Thalmor," he replied. "And join the Empire in its downfall."
"The only one who will fall today is you."
Ulfric shrugged. "I've long since made my peace with what a day like this would bring. I ask but one thing."
"And what," asked the Dovahkiin, disdain dripping from her words. "Might that be?"
"Meet me in honourable combat."
A high, shocked laugh pierced the air in the Palace of Kings. The Dovahkiin stared at him as though he was out of his mind, shaking her head slightly as one might at a particularly outrageous court fool.
"Honourable combat?" she echoed. "As my father did? Well - you'll have your wish."
"Jarl Elsa!" barked Tullius, taking her shoulder in a hard grip. "You can't be serious."
"I am, General," she replied stiffly, shrugging him off, and Ulfric found himself smiling at her fierce independence. "I think you will find I can enter this battle on more than even footing."
"Then may Talos guide our hands," interjected Ulfric, stepping down from his throne and taking his war axe in hand. There would be some honour salvaged today; to die by the hand of the Dovahkiin would be no mean death.
"Yes," she murmured in response. "May he."
Queen of the Frost - 2/2
Date: 2014-02-23 09:57 pm (UTC)"Iiss Slen Nus!"
Desperately, he dove to the ground, hoping the Shout might just graze his head, but the gods were not with him. Stendar's mercy had run out; Mara's compassion was given to another; Talos's gaze did not fall upon him.
Ulfric Stormcloak froze on the ground like a craven soldier and could not even look into the eyes of his High Queen as she stood over him with her sword at the ready; not even when she plunged it through his heart.
"I hope the gods have some mercy left for you, Ulfric Stormcloak," he heard her say, her voice already becoming dim and distant. "For I certainly have none. You are a traitor and your name will be forgotten."
As he lay there, frozen by her Thu'um and then by pain and blood loss and her sword, a thousand thoughts of fear and regret assaulted him, but the last thought to go through Ulfric Stormcloak's mind was another line of Elsa's song.
Beautiful, powerful, dangerous, cold, ice has a magic, can't be controlled...
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A!A apologises on the one hand for how curb-stompy the battle is, but otoh A!A cannot write battle scenes to save her life and also thought Elsa deserved to just blow Ulfric away.
Re: Queen of the Frost - 2/2 Passing!Anon
Date: 2014-02-28 10:59 pm (UTC)The battle isn't bad as it is. It makes more sense than being drawn out; the girl wants her revenge, she's leagues ahead of him, and she isn't going to draw out the moment! She wants the man dead, dammit!
I have a hankering to write Skyrim/Frozen myself, but haven't found a topic yet. Now I want to write a crossover even more.
Don't Let Go
Date: 2014-04-30 05:52 pm (UTC)The Dragonborn Says nothing. Under the mask is something to keep her eternally silent. She had sown her mouth shut with only a small gap to suck a blended mixture into her mouth and the terrible scars still remain. She never bares her face. Not even to the Greybeards as she is forced to learn those Terrible Words. She had railed against the destiny she hadn't known would forced upon her.
It wasn't her fault that the terror and the burning and the chaos of Helgen happened. It wasn't her fault that the Imperials had seen her mouth sewn shut and threw her into a cart with the other monster. She had deserved to have this curse removed from this earth, but the dragon had stalled it.
And so she devoured the soul of a stranger without opening her mouth and the Call of the Greybeards left her tearing open her stitches as she screamed at the knowledge she hadn't wanted was burned in her head.
She can't ever let go. She does not raise her voice in anything but a whisper of breath. Her silence is proof that SHe will not let herself be anything but in control. And if it means locking herself away in the middle of the marshlands where it is dangerous to go...
Then so be it.
Conceal. Don't Feel. Don't let them know.
Re: Don't Let Go
Date: 2014-04-30 08:27 pm (UTC)