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A Jelsa Fanfiction
Hey guys, so I was inspired to write this by a song, Winter Sleep by Olivia Lufkin, so I hope you enjoy. Sorry if I'm not in the best mood, my mouth is killing me. Brackets were rearranged and new ones were put in, plus they didn't snip the whole wire so it pokes the top of my mouth when I move my mouth around. And I can't get the wax far enough in my mouth to cover the end of the wire. It stinks. Anyway, enjoy.
Flashing lights. Police cars. Wool blankets. Sirens. So many sirens.
Someone takes my arm and leads me away from the scene. The police suspect it was an accident. I know better; it was murder.
I gasp and shoot up out of my bed. My face is tear streaked and red.
It takes a moment for me to realize I'm not back in Arendelle. I'm here in Burgess. Safe. I look around the room, trying to convince my brain it's my old room. But it's not. Boxes are piled up in the corner, barely anything is unpacked, and the walls are white. No familiar shots of blue. Nothing.
When I moved here last week, I thought things would be different. I thought I would stop having nightmares. So far, nothing has changed. It's like my brain still thinks I'm in danger, still in Arendelle. I'm not.
I grab my phone from the floor where it was charging, and check the time. 2:56 am. I groan and fall back onto the mattress. My head is pounding, and I close my eyes, trying to fall asleep. So far, nothing.
Eventually, the heavy veil of sleep drifts over me, and I finally sleep, my dreams plagued with fire and pain.
The next morning...
My Aunt and Uncle gave my sister and I a week before we had to go back to school. Back to pretending we were normal, and not some orphans with dead parents. It's almost Halloween, so although everyone else will be new, we will be even more new. How wonderful.
I push the covers off my frame and walk to my closet, which is full thanks to me being smart and unpacking my clothes when I got here. I select the outfit I had planned for the first day; my icy blue shirt with the words "Cuz I'm da Emcee, dats why" written in marker on the front, and blue jeans. After being the Emcee for our school talent show last year, I stuck with that phrase, and then wrote it on this shirt. Kinda corny, but it's still one of my favorite outfits.
I walk to the bathroom and brush my teeth, rub in my acne wash and French braid my hair before picking up my sapphire blue backpack and heading downstairs to the kitchen where Anna, my cousin Rapunzel and my Aunt and Uncle are waiting.
Rapunzel smiles at me and gives me a hug. "You ready for school today?" She asks. She and I are both seniors in high school, so she told me shed show me around. Poor Anna's a junior, meaning she's going to have to find someone else to help her.
I nod, and slide into a seat next to Anna. Aunt Rose sets a plate of steaming waffles in front of me, and I smile and nod my thanks. She smiles back and kisses the top of my head. It's nice, but she isn't mom.
I eat my waffles in silence, then stand up. I chug down a glass of orange juice and grab my backpack. Rapunzel and Ann follow suit and head towards the door.
Before I leave, Uncle Mark gives me a hug. "Good luck on your first day, kiddo."
I smile, and nod. Then I head out the door into the rain. The world seems to be reflecting my mood right now. I catch up to Rapunzel and Anna, who are chatting it up. I'm too busy worrying to join in on the conversation.
When we finally reach the school, I give Anna a hug and watch her walk down the hall towards the junior section.
Rapunzel and I go pick up my schedule, then she gives me directions to my first class. We don't have any classes together until after lunch, so I'll be on my own for a while. But by now I'm used to that.
I'm heading towards chemistry, when a blue and brown blur slams into me, knocking me onto the ground and sending my books everywhere. Great.
The blur picks itself up, and only then do I realize that it's not a blur, but a guy. He has silvery white hair thats extremely messed up, and blue eyes. He's wearing a fading blue sweatshirt and brown pants that go to about mid calf.
The guy scrambles to pick up my books, then holds a hand out to me. "I'm so sorry, I didn't see where I was going." His voice is deeper than I would have expected, but it has a sort of melody to it that makes me hang onto every words that spills out of his full lips.
I take his hand and pull myself up. When we touch, a spark flies up my arm and I drop his hand in surprise. "It's alright." I say, brushing myself off. "I could have been more careful."
"I haven't seen you around before. Are you new?"
"Actually, my name is Elsa Winters, not 'new', and I just moved here from Norway last week."
The boy chuckles at my a lame attempt at a joke. "I see. My name's Jack Frost. Welcome to Burgess."
He extends his arm, and I give him a firm handshake. Once again, sparks race up my arm and I release my hand, trying to be as polite as possible.
"Thank you. If you will excuse me, I've got to get to chemistry."
"How ironic! I have chemistry too! Mind if I accompany you?" He's strangely polite, which is not what I'd expect from the way the other students are looking at him like he is some deity.
I nod, and we walk down the hall and take a left. We enter a room filled with beakers and test tubes. I sit down at a table towards the back, and Jack sits down next to me. Whatever.
Lunch time...
A few hours later I walk into the cafeteria, and am faced with the greatest challenge known to man; finding a place to sit.
I'm just about to sit at an empty table in the back, when Rapunzel calls me over to a table where a red headed girl, a brown haired guy with a goatee, another brown haired boy, a brunette with violet, teal and green streaks, a short blonde haired boy, and a blue-gray haired boy sit. I nod and make my way over.
I sit down next to Rapunzel, and she introduces me to Merida, Flynn, Hiccup, Tooth, Sandy and Aster -though he prefers the name Bunny. I smile at them, and give them each a handshake.
"Jack should be here in a minute. He was pulled back in class." Flynn says.
"Oh, you mean Jack Frost? I met him earlier today."
Bunny snorts. "What'd he do? Crash into you?" The guy has a thick Australian accent, which makes a few of his words hard to distinguish, but I figure it out.
"Actually, yes."
Tooth snorts and nudges Bunny teasingly. He rolls his eyes. "Jack and Bunny have sort of a rocky relationship." Tooth explains.
I nod. Soon after, Jack sits down in the empty space next to me. "Hey guys."
They all nod hello, and continue eating. I shake my head and turn my attention to my food.
"So Elsa, what made you move here?" Bunny asks. I freeze, my brain shifting to that night. I shake the memory away.
Tooth swats Bunny. "Bunny!" She hisses.
"I'd rather not say. It's personal."
Bunny is about to say something else, but Tooth covers his mouth with her hand. "We respect that."
I nod, grateful. We go back to awkward silence. Finally, the bell rings and I'm saved from anymore awkward and personal conversations.
Rapunzel walks me to my next class, and we both sit at the back.
We're supposed to be reading, but my mind keeps drifting to that night. Tears spring in my eyes, and I flash the signal, asking if I can use the bathroom. The teacher hands me a hall pass and I'm on my way.
I head to the bathroom and stand in front of the mirror, tears now slowly freely. I need to pull it together. Here, I need to be the strong and put together Elsa who isn't afraid of anything. It's not that easy.
I wipe my eyes and sniff, then splash some cold water on my face. I wipe my face with a paper towel the head back to class.
I place the pass on the teacher's desk and sit back down.
I'm maybe a fourth through my book when a triangle of paper lands on the words I'm reading. I look behind me and see Jack, gesturing with his hands to get me to open it. I obey, and read the words he's written there.
Everything alright?
I pull out a pencil and write my answer.
I'm fine.
I toss the paper behind me and return to my book. At least I try to. The red of my memories stains the paper, making it hard for me to read anything but the words of the past.
This year is going to be awful.
