How could you of described Elsa Winters? You could've started by mentioning she was the queen-bee of the school, but also #1 bully. You could've also said that she was dating the biggest douche of a jock in the world, Hans Westergard. I should mention also that she hadn't always been the way she was, and never would have been if it weren't for her dad pushing her into being popular for the sake of having her name shown everywhere for the sake of the business at the age of 11. But in doing so, he also made her break the promise she had made to her best friend, who by the way, was the polar opposite of popular, making him the #1 target for bullying.
That person was me, Jack Frost, big nobody, who spent his time studying, so much so that I skipped forward two years of class because I was that smart, then I only had one more year before I could leave that hell hole and Miss Ice Queen behind. Of course, that only brought along more bullying because I was a huge nerd. But it could've been worse, right?
I could've still cared about Elsa, which was why I didn't fight back. I could've still notice the bags under her eyes and the bruises on her forearms. It wasn't like I felt responsible for the way her dad treated her, and it definitely wasn't like I still had feelings for her, even when she beat me up every single day.
But this isn't about me, it never was and never will be, it will always be about Elsa Samantha Winters, and how she went from being bullied, to feared, to loved by everyone that she met.
A/N: Hi guys, so this is just a little something that popped into my head, it won't be updated frequently, and maybe not at all until I've finished another jelsa fic I'm writing, but I hope you like the concept of it.
Pinkcatsnowflake❆
