Elsanna Week - The Frozen Heart

Part of this series, Day 1



Elsa gazed across the horizon from her tentative seat on the railing at the bow, surrounded by the sounds of her crew working. Their last catch was a week ago and while their appetites were still sated, they wouldn’t remain so for long. She breathed in the salty air and expelled it with a sigh.

“Penny for your thoughts?” a musical voice came, followed by the sharp ping of a coin flipped through the air. Elsa turned around just in time to catch the coin her sister had tossed her.

“Just…reminiscing,” Elsa replied as Anna joined her on the railing, her legs daggling over the edge. “We’ve been at this for a long time.”

“Almost too long,” Anna said. Elsa nodded her head. “But it’ll be worth it in the end,” Anna continued. “Word is that the False King gets scared with each attack. That there are cries for a harsher response or else he loses his crown. And his head with it.”

“Aye, that so?” Elsa asked.

Her sister vigorously nodded. In all honesty, Elsa had heard similar rumours. It’s hard to sail around the seas and not pick up stories and news at taverns, even about affairs of Arendelle. But she had difficulty trusting tales shared over mugs of grog and rum and God knows what else. But seeing the hope shine in Anna’s words and eyes made her less doubtful.

“He’ll have to come out sooner or later. And when he does, that’s when we catch him!” She emphasised her point by slamming her fist into her open palm and grinned brightly. Elsa smiled back before pulling her in for a kiss. Her lips tasted distinctively of oranges, much to her pleasure.

When they pulled apart after a few long minutes, Anna turned her eyes back to the sea. “So another quiet day it is then?” she asked.

“Seems to be,” Elsa said. “We sailed past a ship few hours ago but it flew English colours. I thought it best we not rattle those cages.”

Anna hummed her agreement as she placed her head on top of Anna’s shoulder. “Aye, keep to the Southern Isles and Weaseltown flags, that was the plan,” she said, “Thank the heavens for these hands.”

Elsa nodded, trying not to think of how horribly derailed their plans would be if their crew had been more avaricious than prudent.

“Captain, ahoy!” called their lookout. “Sails ho! Two points off port bow!”

Elsa heaved her legs over the railings and above the deck. Trying to maintain a level head despite the excitement bobbling both inside her and in her sister, she cried, “What colours does she fly, Olaf?”

“Red and black, ma’am!” he called back. Elsa and Anna looked at each other and as once, they said gleefully, “Weaseltown.”

Raising her voice louder, Elsa commanded in rapid succession, “All hands on deck! Kristoff, bear us to her. Loose the sails and haul the wind!”

Their ship may not be the fastest in the seas but it was fast enough for her. Fast enough to chase this quarry in any weather, fair or foul.

“Ready?” she asked Anna after she saw the crew bustling about their duties to her satisfaction.

“Aye,” Anna said. Her voice remained even but Elsa could see the slight tremors running through her body.

Elsa pulled Anna into a tight hug, nestling her head underneath her chin. Again they kissed, first a deep passionate one for the bond they shared and then a quick one for good fortune.

“For Mother and Father,” Anna declared.

“For Arendelle and home,” Elsa recited, remembering for whom and what all of this was for.

With entangled hands, they quickly ran towards the helm to direct their crew of the Frozen Heart.