Fear

by Libertied Insanity

Elsa is tormented by dreams of unknown fear, and a boy beckoning her towards evil. Seeing the boy in reality worsens her fear. Finally breaking, she goes up the Mountain, trailed by the boy who wants to turn her evil. This is rated T because of what might happen, but I'm unsure about anything but the basic plot, don't blame me if you want a T and get a K!

1. Chapter 1

Okay, first Jelsa fan fiction and I got the idea from a YouTube video- hoozaa!? And this is an u production chapter that's written when I'm half asleep, so wish me luck and R&R or I will hate you! And check my grammer for mistakes!

On with the story!

-Friend- Stop. Do you remember what you actually have to do this time?

-Me- No...

-Friend- Suuuurrrreee?

-Me- Certain, because me not owning anything can NOT be plausible...

-Friend- Yeah, about that... She doesn't own anything, people!

-Me- -_- Sure, just tell the readers that I deluded the truth, why don't you.

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Elsa was tossing and turning in her sweat-soaked bed, her eyes fluttering and a repetitive murmur breaking the chilly stillness. "No, no please... Not Anna. Not Anna!" She shrieked, bolting upwards into a sitting position, her groggy mind slowly processing that she was safe, that the ice spirit wasn't here.

Turning to see Anna's bed made the young princess realise that though most of her dream was full of fanciful notions and evil, the far worst was what had happened just yesterday, for Elsa had nearly killed her baby sister- Anna. Using her fun snow-magic brought fun to her and her sisters lives, for their parents were busy, friends were hard to come by and no games had yet been invented. All the two young princesses had were their minds and Elsa's gi- curse. Her curse, she reminded herself. Had. They had had it, but now she needs to conceal her powers, hide them, not feel them. She needed to shut herself off until she had complete control; she couldn't see her playmate anymore.

Tucking her head down to her knees, a stifled sob rose from her muffled mouth. Yes, the dreams showed that she was evil, and she couldn't be evil!, but Elsa also remembered the freedom, the games, the handsome daredevil that taunted her with these suggestions in her sleep.

Feeling her eyes squint shut, Elsa lay back down, discarding the notions of even thinking about defying her parents and playing joyfully once more. Conceal, don't feel. Conceal, don't feel. Conceal, don't feel! She chanted herself off to sleep.