A/N: Hello, this is gonna be an Elsa/Truth fic with some dark themes...there will be some people dying in this story. If that makes you queasy I'd suggest reading something else.
If not then I hope you enjoy~! This chapter is rather short, future ones will be longer.
Disclaimer: I do not own FBNFH.
*.*.*.*
Most girls in elementary school spent their free time playing with dolls, dressing up, or perhaps even experiencing their first love and make kissy faces in a tree.
"Aaron and Camelia sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g!" One of my friends was teased with this schoolyard rhyme when she and Aaron started holding hands all the time and walking to and from their houses and the playground.
While they were busy playing together and being childhood sweethearts...I was doing something much, much, different...
*.*.*.*
"Waaaah!" I faked sobbed to a middle aged man. He looked quite repulsive as I recall. My little child self even thought he was a 'smelly old foggy'. The man seemed annoyed, but crouched down and, begrudgingly, asked me what was wrong.
"My-m-my...my mama! I can't find my mama!" I wailed. "Help me find my mama!"
The man sighed and tried to shoo me away, but I was persistent. I led him through twist and turns of where I had last remembered seeing my mother, or that's what I claimed at any rate. I pretended to get tired after a while and insisted he carry me, with much reluctance he eventually did so. Finally, I led him to an abandoned alleyway.
He was quite confused. What would a mother be doing going down such a way? He realized much too late that this was a trap...
...when my knife made perfect contact to his neck, successfully snuffing out his life.
How I spent my free time was unlike other elementary school girls. And if a schoolyard rhyme was made to tease me it would have lyrics that differed much to the one used to tease Camelia and Aaron.
"Elsa flitting down an alleyway...k-i-l-l-i-n-g..."