Fanfiction Frozen Novels & Stories

Finn Takes Control In the luxury box, Finn stood very still. His small hands pressed against the glass. “My ice breaking…” Liam hovered his puck anxiously. “Fix?” Jake’s voice echoed faintly from the hallway outside as he fought. “Finn… hold it together.” Finn frowned. “Hold ice.” The air inside the arena suddenly dropped in temperature. Frost crept across the glass of the luxury box. Then— The ice on the rink began to glow faintly blue. The Freeze From the center of the rink, a wave of cold spread outward.

In the deepest corner— two naked bodies were locked tightly together. Jonas still held the position of pressing Mandy beneath him. Their limbs were twisted and rigid. It looked as if, in their final moments, they had tried to cling to each other for warmth. Or perhaps they had been caught in one last desperate frenzy. Their skin was coated in a thick layer of frost, like powdered sugar. Their faces were frozen in terror—eyes bulging, mouths wide open. With no clothing between them and the freezing air, and the rapid flash freeze— their skin had fused together.

She sat in front of the freezer and opened the door. Then, she reached out and gently stroked the inside wall of the freezer. "Joy, I'm here to keep you company. This time, I know what it's like to be cold. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." She murmured, over and over again. Then, with finality, she curled herself up and lay down inside the freezer. Just like that seven-year-old little girl had all those years ago, the freezer door was gently pulled shut from the inside.

The Watcher's words echoed across the frozen lake, cold and sharp, cutting through the fragile peace that had settled over the camp. *The war between those who chose love and those who chose fear. The war that will decide the fate of all.* I stood at the edge of the ice, Stellan's arms still wrapped around me, his warmth chasing away the cold that had seeped into my bones. The wolves at the lake's edge watched us with eyes that held something old, something hungry, something that had been waiting for this moment since before I was born.

“She said that when the frost returned, old secrets would thaw. That past and present would bleed into each other. That someone would become the key to something much bigger than just wolf politics.” “So... I'm the ‘cold one?’” I asked, mouth dry. Candy winced. “Yeah, but we didn’t think it’d be this literal. I mean, come on—you froze a lamp.” “And someone's leg, and a window and a cup of lemon tea and a few other things." I said under my breath, not looking up. “Wow," Cassy said dryly as if not surprised and also surprised. Jimmy raised a finger. “Correction. She Elsa’d a lamp.”

They turned into solid, glittering arches of blue crystal. The frost spread instantly. It covered Arthur and Elena Miller. It covered Catherine’s parents. It didn't kill them; it locked them. The withering of their skin stopped. Their terrified expressions were preserved in a layer of diamond-hard ice. Their heartbeats slowed to one beat per hour. They were safe. Suspended in a moment of dying, but not dead. But the frost didn't stop there. It crawled up Catherine’s legs. It turned her combat boots white. It turned her tactical pants into brittle sculptures. It climbed her torso.

"Until the sun turns to ash, little bird. If you're going into the fire, I'm holding the match." A heavy thump sounded from the door. Not a hunter, not a wolf. The door buckled inward from ice. Ship hadn't just hit an iceberg. High Alpha Edwaed was using an ancient Frost-Wolf ritual to freeze the ship solid, killing everyone to "preserve" Vailant honor. The room frosted over. The heat of the reactor and the cold of the ritual met, creating a dissonant storm of steam and ice. "One minute, Azzianna," Lucian whispered. "Choose. Fire or Ice?"

Marek gripping my hands like I was the only anchor he had left. It all tangled together. And my magic reacted. Frost exploded outward from my feet in a sudden wave that covered the entire floor in seconds. Wolves yelped as the icy layer spread up their boots, locking them to the ground with perfect, decorative frost grips. Lucian screamed, “My toes are frozen. My toes are actually frozen.” “Your toes are not frozen,” Elara said from her floating position near the ceiling. “I cannot feel them,” Lucian wailed. “You are wearing three pairs of socks,” she replied.

I was startled awake by a sudden chill. Winter's frost iced my chambers, and Jokul Frosti was keeping quarters by the burnt out hearth, ice Jotun that Jokul was. I banished the sprite Jokul with a bit of runefire from my fingertips, and he danced out with a holler and hoot. I suddenly felt as cold as the river of knives, Nastrond, where the Damned were felled and rotted eternally.

A shimmer of frost sparked across my fingertips, glittering like stars. There you go, Alba whispered. But just as quickly, it faded. Frustrated, I opened my eyes and froze. Across the training field stood Alpha Rhett, speaking to a woman I didn’t recognize. Tall, confident, and clearly comfortable in his space, she leaned in with a too-familiar smile, her hand grazing his arm. Rhett didn’t pull away. Something inside me snapped. A gust of freezing wind burst from my chest. Ice blossomed across the ground in a sudden, sharp wave, radiating outward from where I stood. Frost surged up the nearest tree trunks. A thin sheet of ice glazed over the nearby flowers, wilting them.