So, if anyone actually reads this, this is for Funnycherry. She's an amazing person, and I thought I would return the favor by trying to cheer her up with a small story. (Which now I want to keep writing) It'll probably become Elsanna
Chapter 1
The sun kissed down on to the sleeping girl. Elsa shifted ever so slightly in her sleep, moving out of the suns rays, just enough to not wake herself up. Several minutes passed and the sun was slowly making its conquest to her eyelids yet again. She turned, more defiantly this time, her face now buried in her pillow. She drifted through the appealing blackness, back to sleep.
She found herself sitting in an open field, unsure of where she was or even how she was there. She slowly arose, hair gently falling over her shoulders. She turned around, and found she was alone. She started to walk forward, her bare feet crossing over a strange material. Elsa glanced down and found herself standing on a red and white woven patterned picnic blanket. Looking to the right and left, she noticed a picnic basket and a big floppy hat. She giggled to herself and grabbed the large hat and placed it firmly over her head. Quickly opening the basket she finding that it was locked. 'Strange' she thought to herself. She spun the small woven basket around, no visible keyhole or any latch to unlock it.
Elsa huffed as she placed the basket down and looked to the sky. Lying down, the soft grass caught her and gently held her. Searching intently through the clouds in the sky, she finally caught one that made her smile. "That one looks like a snowman!" she softly told herself. Oh how she loved the wintertime, it reminded her of her simple childhood, her two best childhood friends, of the snowmen they would make together.
Elsa was always among the people who thought winter was the best season. She recalled where she grew up; a small grove was just around the fence and a jump across the small brook that ran parallel to the house. The grove was beautiful, she could remember it still, even now, years later. The cobblestone pathways, the small shack used for storing the small yield of crops harvested in the fall, and the fountain. This grove would always have a special place in Elsa's heart, for two completely different reasons.
It was the most pristine place in the world. The large fountain in the center, created the most beautiful sounds, she always loved to lie down next to it, feeling the soft grass and listened as the fountain babbled on and on. However, she loved it more when the fountain was frozen over, icicles hanging from the upper levels and the sheet of ice that formed over the pool of water at the bottom. She loved the silence that came with being in the blanketed grove, watching the snow glisten as the sun rose, feeling the soft heat of the sun contrasting the cold that the winter had made. The contrast added to the beauty of the grove, how something so frozen could be so warm. The way the icicles illuminated in the sunlight, the fresh crunching of snow piercing the serenity of the perfect place.
Elsa let out a long sigh, and shifted again, still in her blissful sleep.