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Ch.1 The Beginning
Elsa paced in minuscule circles within her bedroom. She heard a knock at the door and quickly slid closer up against the cracks of the wooden frame to listen.
"Do you wanna build a snowman?" Anna asked nearly singing in excitement.
Elsa quickly tried to stay composed to shoo her sister away.
"Go away Anna!" she cried.
"Okay, bye." Her sister sighed and forced herself to leave Elsa's door.
Elsa pulled her ribbon out of her hair and placed it on her desk. "I shouldn't have told her to go away. What am I even doing?" she asked herself as she paced around in circles again.
She thumped down onto the floor and pondered. She wondered why she felt so scared.
Tiny salty drops trickled to the corners of her mouth as she tried wiping it off her cheek. Elsa reached for her window and small swirls of frost coated the border. She inched closer trying to examine the frost that she had made.
The blonde flinched back, afraid that her powers were getting worst. Elsa waved her hand in front of it and the swirls grew but this time forming letters. She rubbed her fingertips onto the letter attempting to pronounce what could possibly be written. "Juuuhhhaaaaack." She said. "Jack." She repeated this time sure of its sound.
She thought it was peculiar but proceeded with her brewing.
Beautiful icy flakes fell from her ceiling and she dreaded the cold feeling she received from it. Strange cool air drifted around her.
"Why won't it leave me alone." She whined. She huddled up under her sheets ready to sleep.
Later that day Elsa's mother brought her a fresh pair of gloves. Her father leaned down onto his knee to be eye level with his tiny daughter.
He whispered "Conceal, don't feel."
She imitated her father excitedly.
Maybe now the snow would stop bothering her.
When she returned to her room she began picking random objects up. She happily spun in her room. Elsa was glad that her powers would be in check now. She just had to be careful.
She opened her window and small snowflakes flurried into her room. Odd frost curled up to her side.
Elsa couldn't understand why the cold kept following her that day. She was aware of her growing powers but her father convinced her to conceal it by pretending it wasn't there.
"It's not there. It's not really there." She recited to herself.
She felt a cold breeze tickle her feet and she tried ignoring it. "It's not there." the child said frustrated.
Elsa looked out her window curiously again to see if anything was written and she found herself staring at the word 'Jack' again.
The blonde snuck to her mother's work room and knocked. "Momma?"
Her mother hastily stumbled to the door. She was curious to see what brought Elsa to her room since such a visit was extremely rare.
"Yes dear?"
"Who's Jack?"
"Jack? Well it depends. Jack who?"
"It was Jack in Frost."
"Ahh. I see what you're saying. You mean Jack Frost. Hold on." Her mother was sucked back into her room and once she retrieved what was necessary immersed into the light where Elsa stood. "Momma will give you this book. It's a book of fairy tales. If you read it then you'll understand." Elsa's mother told her sweetly. She was relieved to see Elsa possibly interested in make belief stories. Stories that she hoped Elsa would find an escape in.