Hello everyone! No I am not dead, shocker right? I've been super busy with school and life in general. Rest assured I will be updating Changing Waters, Angels, Demons and Blood and Lost Girl shortly, as soon as I edit the chapters
Again, I apologize for the horrible wait, I hope you enjoy this short Jelsa fic, and please don't kill me. ;D
Without further adieu...Ever Alone
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Chapter 1: A Friend
"Mother? F-father?" She looked into the darkness, panic creeping into her heart. "Mom!" A figure slowly appeared in the gloom. She sighed.
"Oh thank goodness, I thought you left me," she whispered.
Her mom narrowed her eyes at her. "And that would surprise you?"
She frowned. "What are you saying?"
"Don't you ever wonder at the fact that everyone leaves you?" Mother asked.
She was starting to breathe heavier, her eyes held confusion and hurt. "That's not true!" She exclaimed.
Mother raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What about Genine? And Mika? And Anna?" Genine and Mika were servants that had been let go after the...incident.
Tears filled her eyes. "They didn't leave! I-I just don't want to hurt them."
The woman who couldn't possibly be her mother scoffed. "That's what you tell yourself, but those are lies."
"You're wrong!" She exclaimed. "You're still here! You love...me...don't you?"
The woman laughed harshly. "How could I-how could anyone, love a freak like you?"
Freak...
Tears fell from her pale eyes. "You're lying!"
"Am I?" Mother's eyes narrowed. "What do I have to gain from lying to you? Killer."
Killer...
She tried to force down the sobs beginning to rise. "I'm not a killer! I would never hurt anyone!"
Mother smirked. "Oh but you already have..."
Another figure appeared in the dark. Her heart stopped.
"ANNA!"
Her sister lay on the ground, her skin and hair white as snow. She rushed forward, falling to her knees beside her sister. Her skin was ice cold.
"You're an outcast, and now you've killed the only one who might have loved you," the woman sneered.
Outcast...
She pressed her hands to her ears. "Stop! You're wrong! This isn't real! It can't be!" "You're a monster...and I should never have brought you into this world." Monster...
"NO!"
Elsa woke with a start, her eyes searching the room wildly. Her face was wet and her nightdress soaked in sweat. The nightmare repeating vividly in her mind.
She curled up, sobbing into her knees.
Freak!
Killer!
Outcast!
Monster!
"No..." She whispered. Ice spread from her body, coating the bedcovers and the bed itself, creeping onto the floor. "I'm not a monster. I'm not a monster. I'm not a monster. I'm not a-"
"Of course not."
She started so badly at the new voice that she fell off her bed. Scrambling back, she pressed up against the wall.
"Who's there?" She whispered, blue eyes darting back and forth in panic.
Slowly, a figure came into view. It was a boy, not to much older than she. He was dressed in a brown coat, a peasant's shirt and torn trousers, in his hand was an old and worn staff. His hair and eyes were a dark chocolate brown.
He turned to see her, then started. "Oh! I thought this room was empty."
She shook her head slowly. "N-no," she whispered. "W-what are you doing here?"
He reddened slightly, rubbing his neck. "One of my friends dared me to climb the castle walls," he said nervously.
"Didn't the guards see you?" She asked.
He shook his head. "Nope! It's dark and the wall right there is sort of a blind spot."
"You're a really good climber," she remarked.
He nodded proudly. "I'm the best!" A blast of icy wind blew in from the window. "You must be cold," he said and turned to close the window.
"I'm not cold," she said.
He looked at her. "What do you mean?"
She shrugged. "I'm never cold."
He stared at her quizzically. "What's your name?"
She looked down shyly. "Elsa."
His eyes widened comically. "You're the princess!"
"You really must be daft to not know that this is the castle," she couldn't help but say.
He straightened. "Apologies madam." He gave a ridiculously deep bow. "I formally apologize
for my informal behavior and greet you, oh beautiful Princess Elsa of Arendelle."
She accidentally let out a tiny giggle and curtsied deeply in return. "Apology accepted m'lord."
He grinned. "Now, what is a lovely princess like you doing, crying alone in her room and saying such terrible things."
She looked away. He frowned. "Hmm. I see, well, do you want to play a game?"
She perked up. "A game?" Then she stopped. "No. I-I can't."
He looked at her closely. "What's wrong princess?"
She hugged herself. "I-I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't, I promise," he said.
She sighed. "You don't understand-"
"Do you like playing in the snow?"
She stared wistfully at the snowflakes floating gently down outside her window. "I can't," she said. "I'm not allowed outside."
He grinned. "That's not a problem."
She watched in comical astonishment as he stepped out the window and scooped up snow from the roof, then placed it in her bedroom.
"Now we can play inside," he said happily.
"Are...are you allowed to do that?" She asked uncertainly.
The strange boy's grin widened. "Probably not, come on, let's play!"
She couldn't help but just stare at the snow, oblivious to his insistences. Suddenly a cold ball of slush hit the back of her head. She snapped up, he smirked and held up another snowball.
"Well princess? You up for it?" He asked. She scooped up a ball of snow. "Defend yourself."
"Oh I'm so sca-" Smack! A snowball smacked him square in the face. He grinned. "Alright princess, game on!"
The sun began to rise, pale rays shooting into the room through the window. "I suppose I should go now," the strange boy said.
She sighed sadly. "I suppose." She watched him start towards the window. "Will I see you again?" She asked.
He looked back. "Do you want to see me again?"
She blushed slightly. "I think...maybe I-I wouldn't mind too terribly."
"Ok then!"
"Wait!" He paused, halfway out the window. "What's your name?"
He smirked and winked. "Jack."
Then he was gone. Elsa smiled softly. "Jack..."
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Thoughts? I had SO much fun writing this. I love Jelsa SO much! They're perfect. OTP
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