Hi Everyone! I'm a new author and this is my first story. This idea just came up in my head and I wanted to see what all of you think about it. So basically, Elsa is the chosen one and the only one she knows who has powers. Not everyone is happy or nice to Elsa, maybe they are even afraid, but this doesn't stop Elsa from living her life with her sister, boyfriend, and her family. But when she wants to know more about her powers, is she really ready for what they can do? I'm going to tell this in Elsa's point of view, but it might change along the way. Hope you like it! Happy reading!
I was on a mountain top. All I could see were the blurry snowflakes swirling through my eyelashes and the building fire at the bottom of the mountain. I stared at the flames, not knowing whether I should run, but decided I should when they started to crawl up towards me and attack.
I ran the best I could in the snow, my dress weighing me down like a rock. I didn't know where I was, or where I was going, but it didn't matter as long as I was away from the flames. I stop and look behind me, realizing that trying to escape was worthless; the flames were already so near. And then suddenly everything stopped. The wind hissed down and the snowflakes, that were probably mine, were frozen in midair. My vision cleared and I noticed how the flames danced in the air.
They came closer to me and I could feel the heat against my icy cold hands. It was almost uncomfortable, watching as a the fire swirled around me with curiosity. I reached my hand out and only for a second, thought that I would be okay. I looked closer and saw how innocent the red was. The fire didn't choose to be hot or deadly, it was just made that way. But then the flames ignored my gesture and came even closer to my face, looking into my wide icy blue eyes and desperately trying to find anything behind my frozen heart. But like this nightmare usually ended, the flames did not.
I woke up with a start and wiped sweat off my brow. My room was still dark and I sat up, quickly adjusting to the darkness. I looked around and let out a relieved sigh when I saw that my walls were still blue, my door was still open, and my mirror still showed the same face it did every morning; mine. Everything was the same. I closed my eyes and fell back into my pillows. It wasn't long before I got interrupted by my phone buzzing on my bedside table. I leaned over and checked the caller ID, smiling when my favorite person appeared on the screen, Dylan Samuels.
"Good morning Elsa :) How r u?"
I smiled and waited a moment before I sent him a message back.
"I'm okay. And u?"
"I'm great! I have a surprise for u."
"And why is that?"
"Look out your window." I turned my head and became slightly disappointed when I couldn't see outside through my thick curtains, meaning I would have to get out of bed. I groggily walked over to my window that took up most of my right side wall and pulled the curtain back an inch, discovering that the outside was a wintry wonderland of snow. I pulled the curtains back all the way and sat down on the ledge, looking out at the trees and the roofs and the sidewalks covered with blankets of snow. My smile grew wider as I got another text message from Dylan saying,
"Amazing, right? I know snowy weather is your favorite."
I giggled and sent him one back.
"I wonder how you could have guessed :)"
I put my phone down and reached my hand up to the window, gently touching my finger to the glass. I watched as my own intricate patterns and swirls of ice began to form on the window, much like the patterns outside. I moved my hand around, creating bigger and more complicated designs over the whole window. It didn't take long, maybe a few seconds, to cover the whole area, but when there was no more room I took it as a sign to start my day.
I melted the frost on my window and closed my door for privacy. I headed over to my closet, picking out my warmest blue sweater along with a pair of icy blue jeans and boots. After I was situated I went over to my mirror and tried to brush out my bed head, but only succeeding when I used a ton of detangler. I twisted my hair through my hands until a neatly done single braid formed down my shoulder. I looked at my reflection and frowned. Something's missing… My thought was interrupted when a knock sounded at my door.
"Come in!" I said through the frame. Anna came inside and jumped on my bed, bringing in her bubbly personality. Anna was always so energetic and loving and always strived to annoy me.
"Hey Elsa! Did you notice the snow? It's great!" She said running over to the window and pulling back the curtains. I look over again and see that snowflakes were just beginning to slow down and were leaving glistening sparkles in the snow.
"Yeah, I did." I turned back and continued to stare in the mirror.
"You know, you could have at least waited until I made my bed." I said sarcastically.
"Oh please. It's still comfy, I mean, what is this? A featherbed? Nice!" she said jumping up and down again on the bed. She came over and put her hands on my shoulders, smiling at my reflection and looking up and down at my hair until she finally said,
"Something's missing." Gosh she could read me like a book.
"I know! I was thinking the same thing. I can't figure it out though." Anna curiously walked around me a couple times, asked me to sit and stand and twirl around, trying to find what could be missing.
"Earrings?" she asked
"No."
"Bracelets?"
"Already got some on." I said jingling the few single bracelets on my left arm. Anna tapped her chin and all of a sudden it was like a lightbulb just burst inside her head.
"Ooo! I got it! You should ice you hair back!" There was a moment of silence before I spoke.
"Anna, I haven't done that since I was little. I don't think that's it."
"But I think it is, I mean your bangs are in your face and they usually aren't. You could always pin them back, but the snowy weather always puts you in a good mood (she didn't get away with that one without a scowl from me) not that you're never in a good mood! But, It might look pretty today."
I sat back in my chair and thought. The reason I stopped icing my hair back was because I thought it showed my personality, but all it brought me was unwanted attention from other student's mothers in class. It has been years…
"Alright." Anna sat back down on the bed and watched as I carefully brought my bangs back, icing them in place. I continued to swirl both of hands down my braid, leaving little snowflakes here and there for an extra touch. I stood up from my chair and in front of Anna, silently asking for her approval.
"Oh my gosh Elsa, it looks awesome! Not that it never did! But It looks so pretty!"
I laughed and sat next to her on the bed.
"Maybe I could do it for you sometime."
"Nah, I don't think snowflakes will look good in red hair. But it looks good with yours since they kind of blend in with the white."
I groaned and looked her in the eye.
"For the millionth time Anna, my hair is not white. It's platinum blonde."
"Whatever you say, Frosty." Anna jumped and ran out the door, knowing well that I would be chasing her. She created that nickname, Frosty, a couple years ago when I threw a snowball at her head and all the snow fell into the back of her shirt. She knows how much I hate it, and I know that she won't get away with it that easy.
"Anna!" I throw my door open and run after her, watching as she slid down the stair rail, her red braids flowing behind her. I did my best to throw a snowball at her head when she was flying down, but I missed and hit the painting behind her. I ran down the stairs and caught up to her when she slipped trying to turn at an angle. She got up pretty fast though and just barely dodged my snowball that hit the wall right next to my mother's face. Anna sat down at the island in the kitchen and tried to keep from laughing while my mother, nearly scared to death, stood around the corner and signaled me in.
"Elsa!" I walked in and sat next to my sister, elbowing her in the ribs.
"What are you doing? That could have gotten into the pancakes!" My mother said with a smile. She wasn't all that mean, she actually had quite the same personality as my sister when it came to situations like this.
"Now clean this up before someone slips." I waved my hand at the wall and the ice disappeared, which got another look from my mother.
"What? I cleaned it up!" She just turned back to working on breakfast without another word. My father came into the kitchen from the living room and sat on the other side of the island, drinking from his coffee cup he met have gotten before we came down.
"Good morning girls!" He said with a smile. "I heard all the commotion just now… did you get her this time?" He asked me with a smirk.
"Is this a game to you guys?" Anna asked when we started laughing. "Because I don't find it very pleasant when your whole back and neck is cold."
"Or when you nearly get scared to death when a snowball lands right next to your head." My mother added.
"Sorry..?" I looked over at Anna who just shrugged it off playfully.
"How did everyone sleep?" My father asked, getting up from his chair to get more coffee. I thought back to my nightmare, the red flames dancing all around me and the intense heat getting closer and closer. It is true, by the way. I very much like the cold. Whenever it's too hot in a room or hot outside I can't help but feel slightly uncomfortable. I don't know if it's because of my powers, which it probably is, but I've just always felt that way. During the summer I always try to make the space I'm in a little bit colder, if I can. School doesn't have any air conditioning, so everyone is a little thankful when I step into class, naturally making the room a few degrees colder.
"I slept pretty well." Anna said. "I had this amazing dream where I went on an adventure and saw mermaids and dragons and trolls-"
"Breakfast is served!" My mother cut in gently, knowing very well that if someone hadn't stopped her from rambling, she would keep talking. Anna didn't seem to notice as chocolate chip pancakes landed on her plate, making her quite excited. I wasn't any less excited as my own appeared on my plate.
"Chocolate!" We both started to dig in, not caring about the stares we always got from our parents when we obsessed over the gooey and delicious taste of chocolate.
"I have never seen any two girls get so thrilled over chocolate before." My father said, making my mother laugh. "They must get it from me!" She added, making me think to a time where my mother never denied a cup a hot coco.
"Are you guys doing anything after school?" I looked over at Anna and saw that she had her mouth still stuffed with food, so i decided to go first.
"Dylan says he has a surprise for me. It's probably because of the snowy weather." I said blushing.
"Oh that's so nice! Did he tell you what you're doing?"
"No, but I have my bets on ice-skating."
"Oh can I come? I love ice-skating!" Anna said when her mouth was empty. She did in fact love ice-skating, but she just wasn't very good at it.
"Um, no." I said without looking at her probably disappointed face. I was halfway done when I noticed the time on the microwave clock, reading half-past seven.
"Anna, we're going to miss the bus!" I said, hurrying to finish and slide my backpack on my shoulders. She stood up and did the same, following me when I was already on my way towards the door.
"Have a nice day, girls!" My father said as we walked outside. I stepped onto the sidewalk and felt the cold wind rustle my hair. Like I said, I love the cold, and the temperature was a refreshing difference to the warm atmosphere in the house because of the radiators.
" It's freezing!" Anna said as she wrapped her coat around her.
As we walked I noticed my sister shivering next to me. I was wearing a scarf and gloves, and she didn't have anything to protect her neck from the harsh air.
"Hey, you want my scarf?" I asked, already unwrapping it and intending to give it to her.
"Oh, absolutely! Are you sure?"
"Positive. The cold never bothered me anyway."
Black ice littered the sidewalk, making it almost impossible to keep from slipping. It was hard to see , so Anna of course didn't notice it until she nearly fell on the ground. I was still snowing, so the newly made flakes made it even harder to see where the ice was and wasn't. I wish I could just melt this and walk. The only downside to my powers was I could only un-freeze and melt the ice and snow I created, everything else created by nature would have to melt on it's own.
When we finally made it past that obstacle we were already near the bus-stop, and I stopped walking and took a deep breath. The cold filled my lungs and sent a slight chill down my neck, not from the cold but from the good feeling it gave. I look over at Anna who was admiring the snow covered trees in the distance and laughed. It was meant to be silent, but it just slipped out of my lips.
"What? What are you looking at?" She looked herself up and down trying to find anything that might be out of place in her appearance.
"Nothing." I said regretfully.
"Elsa."
"..It's just that snowflakes actually do look good in red hair."
Chapter one done! I accidentally deleted my first draft of this, so this chapter wasn't as good as my first. Sorry! Comment if I should continue, I already have some good ideas for the future in this story.- Lauren