1-Origin
Her parents knew she was different from the day she was born. Black hair, red streaks, dark red eyes and crimson lips. She looked nothing like any of the members of the family on either side. It was totally bizarre. The king and queen didn't know what caused their daughter's strange appearance. All they did know was she theirs and she was beautiful either way. As little Elsa grew older, they noticed some strange habits. As a toddler she never wanted to play with other kids. She should just stay in her room and draw in her sketchbook or listen to harp music. So when the queen became pregnant again, they didn't know how Elsa would react. To avoid any kind of trouble, they spoiled the little girl throughout the day. But Elsa wasn't fooled. "Why are you guys acting weird?" Elsa asked, her red eyes staring at them from across the table.
"Uh, you're going to be a big sister," said the king.
"What? I wasn't enough for you? I see how it is." Elsa got up and left the table. They wanted another child? What was wrong with her? Well, if they wanted another kid, they could have it. She wouldn't care. Elsa was used to being an only child, used to the peace that was her home. She didn't want to hear a whiny little baby crying whenever the slightest thing bothered it. Elsa went to her room and made sure her parents could hear the door slam.
The king and queen frowned, not expecting that bad of a reaction. Her mother went to her daughter's door. "Elsa? I know you're in there."
"Go away, Mom! You obviously want another kid since you aren't happy with me."
"What makes you think that?" Her mother asked, shocked. Something crashed against the door, making her step back.
"JUST GO AWAY!" Elsa shouted. She frowned and sat on her bed. "There's nothing wrong with me, so why do they want another kid? Ugh! Adults are so stupid!" The small 4 year old girl curled up in her bed and went to sleep. She was woken by a strange figure floating by her bed.
"Who are you? Get out!" The terrified toddler frowned.
"Cursed," the shadowy mist figure hissed, pointing at her.
"C-cursed? No! You're cursed!" She hid under her blanket, only to feel the warmth replaced by an icy heat. She shrieked, even more scared. Her parents rushed in, her dad holding a sword and asking what was wrong. "Don't you see it?!" Elsa pointed to where the shadowy figure was.
Her mother blinked. "See what?"
Elsa peeked out from under the blanket, her red eyes scanning the room inch by inch. "But…It was at the foot of my bed," Now the girl was confused and scared.
"There's nothing here, Elsa. Just us."
Elsa frowned, her crimson lips pressed into a thin line. "Not cool."
"Come sleep with us tonight, Elsa. You probably had a bad dream." Her mother insisted, taking her daughter's hand and going back to their room. Elsa didn't fall asleep for a few hours, too freaked out to do anything except watch the shadows. She finally gave in around 1 am, holding her mothers hand tightly. She woke up, her mother sitting beside her. "How did you sleep?"
"Alright, I guess. Still kinda freaked about last night. I swear it was real!" Elsa frowned. Her mother kissed her head and walked out to do her queenly duties for the day. "It was real." Elsa repeated to herself. They didn't believe her. Great. First they have another kid and now they don't believe her about something that terrified her. Elsa swore it was real. Why had it vanished before they could see it? Why had it said cursed? Who was it and why? There were so many questions left unanswered. Elsa sighed, knowing her parents would only dismiss it as a bad dream again if she kept asking. They were showing her what kind of parents they were.