An excerpt from my in progress fanfic, frozen-the epic titled:
As Elsa desperately tried to fend off the assassins out for her blood, they had succeeded in cornering her to the statues of her loved ones behind her.
Elsa had no more left to give; this was her palace, her sanctuary, her home, her prison, her temple and her tomb. She would rather be obliterated than be taken by force.
Making peace with that terrible realization, she stepped on the offensive. If it was to be a battle for her life, she would make sure the world would remember it. She didn't wish to kill, but she would spare no effort in keeping them away. With that, her palace became her personal battlefield, if cold and ice was to be her legacy, so be it.
A bullet barely missed her face as she instinctively ducked for cover. She may have escaped that bullet unscathed, but the same could not be said about her shrine.
It was over in an instant, as the bullet found its mark right in the centre of her family's statues, as if openly mocking the Snow Queen's intentions to protect those who she cared for and loved. To further step on said wound, the statues cracked into a million little pieces and came crashing down upon the Snow Queen and her assailants.
The sheer impact of the crash shook the castle to its very foundations. For several moments afterwards there was a deathly silence as the rest of the Arendellian guard came to the scene. Then suddenly, the Snow Queen arose from the carnage, stunned and caked with blood. As her assailants came to their senses as well being heavily bruised, the Arendellian guard wondered if the Queen had become a statue of ice herself.
Their doubts were violently dashed as the queen screamed for a good long while at the damage. For Elsa, this was the last straw. Hunting her down was one thing as she maintained a stoic resignation of her own life, but her family? Her well meaning, blameless, ever loving family being destroyed?
Consequences be damned, reputation be damned, these people need to be dealt with once and for all.
And so, on that fateful moment, Elsa summoned a lifetime of anger, anguish, pain, grief, rage and hatred in the form of a massive blizzard that could possibly swallow them all.
The Arendellian guards fell back in horror as the gale picked the razorsharp ice fragments from the statues and the walls of the castle, which came together to form a basilisk worthy of a place in the book of revelations and the old testament. A giant serpent like creature consisting of pain, anguish, ice, rage and pure hatred, waiting to descend upon its mistress' attackers like the divine wind of destruction.
Then Elsa gave the fateful command,
Lay waste to these devils
