[009] - Flagg in Arendell

Did another of the scenarios presented in the prompt from the previous post (Stephen King's Randall Flagg character in a number of pre-existing universes), given that I wasn't a big fan of the Community one I did.  So here's Scenario 9--Randall Flagg in the world of Frozen.

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Randall Flagg looked down upon Arendelle, domain of the Snow Queen, from his perch on the mountain and smirked.  Bringing his unique brand of destruction and chaos down upon the tranquil kingdom would bring him great pleasure.  Although the queen had learned to control her powers, Flagg would see to it that she brought about the fall of her own kingdom and all those others found in this world.

He leapt off the cliff and allowed himself to drift to the ground below as if he had no more substance than a leaf.  He couldn't remember the last time he'd traveled to a world in which magic's power remained so vibrant and powerful.  Its strength tempted to him to take a more direct role in affairs, but he would try to restrain himself.

Summoning up the finest livery he could imagine in which to garb himself, Flagg entered the town and approached the castle gates.  The guards let him pass, Flagg previously having introduced himself and had some preliminary meetings with Elsa under the guise of initiating a new trade agreement.  So far, neither she nor her sister seemed to suspect anything, though Anna's boyfriend Kristoff had taken an immediate dislike to him.  No matter, one couldn't please everyone.  Case in point: that abnormal talking snowman.  Olaf certainly tried to have everybody like him, but his overabundance of misplaced joy and optimism irritated Flagg to no end.

He'd only have to put up with that marginally longer, as Olaf played the first major role in Flagg's plan.  Now that he had Elsa's ear, Flagg just needed to find the snowman alone, away from anyone else.  As he walked down the main hall, he glanced to the side and saw that fortune must favor him; the sentient snow lay in the reading room off the hall.  Flagg diverted himself.

"Olaf!  Good to see you!"

"You too, Sir Flagg!  I still can't get used to how awesome summer feels!"

"I'm sure.  I'm personally a man of the cold myself, but I can certainly appreciate why some people enjoy the season.  Speaking of that, how would you like to really *feel* summer, in here?" Flagg leaned in close and put his hand over Olaf's uppermost coal, using slight of hand to remove it and swap it with an ensorcelled one of his own.

"Warmth from within?  Like love?"

"Oh no, I'm sure you're more than capable of that, friend.  I was referring to the rush of blood through your body, the state of feeling warm through-and-through."

"Well, I like the snow, too, but yeah, that'd be nice!"

"Far be it from me to force anything on you.  But I've some friends back home that might be able to craft a vacation body of sorts for you, if that's the sort of thing you'd be interested in."

"Thanks, Sir Flagg!"

Flagg waved kindly and left Olaf, heading in to meet Elsa.

"Randall, good of you to drop by again.  Ready to sign the agreement?"

"Quite, but first, I'd like you to try this.  Consider it a preview of the cuisine that will come to Arendelle."  He reached into his carrying bag and removed a spiced cake, passing it to Elsa.

"Oh, well I'm afraid I don't have anything similar to offer you in return at the moment."

"That's more than alright, Queen Elsa.  I've had plenty of chances to sample your delectable dishes in my time here already.  It's only fair I return the favor.  Please, don't restrain yourself on my account."

Elsa took a small bite at first, then smiled at the taste and quickly proceeded to finish the small treat.  Flagg grinned widely, the pieces had fallen into place perfectly.  Now he could proceed on to his business.  Already some self-doubt should have worked its way into her mind from eating the enchanted pastry.

"I'm glad you like it.  Your kingdom is certainly the better for it now that you've got a full handle on your powers."

"Yes, it seems that way, doesn't it?  It still feels like they could break free at a moment's notice, though."

"And what a shame that would be.  It almost destroyed your kingdom before, not to mention your dear sister.  But at least those times have passed."

"Yes...they have."

"Are you feeling alright, Queen Elsa?  You seem down."

"I'll be fine, just some bad memories.  Would you mind coming back later?"

"Of course."

Flagg bowed, then turned and strode out of the room.  Looking into the reading room, he saw that Olaf had melted to a puddle, just as he'd planned.  He gave a wicked smile and glanced around to make sure no one could see him, then cast a glamour upon himself to make him appear as Elsa.  Pretending to have a different identity always empowered him with the glee of deception.

"So...warm..." he heard Olaf say as he entered the room.

"I'm so sorry Olaf!  I'm losing control of my powers again!"

"It's okay...you'll get them back!"

"I certainly hope so."

Flagg strode out of the room, and set out to find Anna, the only one capable of stopping his plans.  In this reality, purity of love could defeat any magic, and he already knew Anna's love of her sister had allowed her to regain control.  That couldn't happen again.  But still, in this form, he'd have no problem getting close enough to murder Anna.  Then he'd drop the glamour and continue on, allowing Elsa's doubts to grow and influencing her fall and turning her to chaos.

This world belonged to him now, and by extension, the Crimson King.

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Sometimes it's refreshing to see evil win, and I figured if someone as despicable as Randall Flagg found his way into the worlds of Disney, he'd have no trouble accomplishing his goals (especially given the ease at which he does in many of King's own worlds, which are far less happy than those of Disney).  In some of the other universes proposed in the prompt, I'm sure Flagg wouldn't be nearly as successful.