Hello! This is my first story and the first time I've thought to publish any of my work, so please be nice! I've wanted to write this for ages so I finally did it.
This will be a Jelsa story, just bear with it! also any constructive criticism will be highly appreciated but please don't send me hate! I'm new to the site as a writer and I'm by no means a professional!
The story is rated as a T for now, but I have ideas for where I want this to go, and that may take it up to an M but I'm not too sure yet.
This is a kind of prologue to the story to set the scene, so that's why not much happens yet.
Thank you! I hope this is ok.
Every glass can only hold so much water. Every camel can only carry so much weight. Every person can only take so much. Everything has a breaking point. This includes the likes of wallflowers such as Elsa White.
Elsa was always a quiet girl, opting to observe her peers from the sidelines rather than join in from her very first day at school, through to her high-school days. If she were to step out of the shadows though, the light would reflect off her platinum blonde hair, giving her an almost ethereal quality and the sun would make her azure irises sparkle in a way similar to the way that it makes the waters of a tropical lagoon glitter. If she were to correct her posture from her timid hunch, she would almost seem regal in her stance. Similarly, if Elsa ever dared to part her lips, the sound to pass them would be gentle, sincere and articulate. She was a pearl of a girl, but she was trapped within the shell of herself.
But Elsa had a secret. One that she discovered quite by accident, and it only served as an unbreakable lock to her shell.
Elsa was home-schooled from the age of 9, after she was withdrawn from school due to being bullied by her peers. And for years, she happily learned science, English and maths with the aid of a private tutor that her parents hired. She excelled at all she put her mind to, and while her younger sister, Anna, flourished at school, there was no bitterness – only love – between the pair. However, after their parents passed away following a fatal collision on the motorway, the siblings were moved hundreds of miles across the country to live with their aunt and her daughter, and Elsa could no longer be privately tutored. At the age of 17, Elsa had to attend a mainstream school.
Anna, who was three years younger, had quickly settled into her new high-school. Being in her first year, and being with her cousin (who happened to be the same age, and just as bubbly and friendly) meant that she very quickly made friends despite joining halfway through the school term.
For Elsa, however, the transition wasn't as easy. Years of social isolation and solitude had taken it's toll, and being surrounded by loud students for 6 hours a day was more than a little overwhelming. However, she managed to stay on top of the work, and was a teachers favourite within her first week of high school. However, it was also in her first week that she had been silently walked the corridors, seeking out the library – a place where being silent and alone was the norm – when she first encountered Petunia (Pitch) Black and her gang. Elsa was trying to navigate her way through the school using a poorly printed map provided by the schools reception desk when she was shoved, hard, from behind. She fell to the ground in an ungraceful heap, using her hands to break her fall.
Time seemed to stop and Elsa stared, wide eyed, at the floor, her heart racing to the point where she found it hard to catch her breath. Her bag had fallen from her shoulder with a thump and the map had fluttered from her grasp. Attempting to swallow her fear, she gulped and slowly turned to see who had pushed her to the ground.
Towering above her, Pitch and her gang (Ursula and Effy) stood laughing at her confused, hurt expression. It was then that Elsa first felt her body temperature drop and felt the tingling in her finger-tips. She should have known that this would happen.
Avoiding eye-contact with the tormentors, she reached out a shaking hand and picked up her dropped map and got to her feet. She nervously chewed her lip as she quickly glanced at the trio before adjusting the strap of her satchel to sit comfortably on her shoulder again and making to return her search for the library. However, Pitch had other ideas. The girl grabbed Elsa's arm, yanking her back round to face her.
"Where do you think you're going, Freak?" she sneered through her dark purple lips, narrowing her heavily lined green eyes. Effy and Ursula snickered behind her.
Elsa stared back at them, like a deer in headlights, her mouth opening and closing but no words came out. The storm inside her was waking, and the sensation made her dizzy.
The girls mimicked her expression, laughing loudly in her face. The commotion attracted attention. People were watching. She could hear them whispering to each other and giggling. Shame and embarrassment caused Elsa's cheeks to flush.
"You're the new kid, right? The one that was home-schooled?" Pitch asked in a voice that was too sickly sweet to be genuine.
Elsa could only nod, numbly.
"N'aw, how sweet! You're not from around here, are you?"
Elsa shook her head.
Pitch smiled in a way that looked more like a sneer, and nodded once to Ursula and Effy who immediately strode forward and pushed Elsa against a wall of lockers. Ursula let out a chuckle as she winced.
Pitch then stepped forward and grabbed her face between her long, cold fingers and moved her face to the crowds of people who had been walking through the corridors, but had now stopped to watch the events unfold. "You see these people? You see these halls?" Pitch started, flicking her jet black fringe from her eyes.
Elsa only stared back at her, her blue eyes wide.
Pitch raised an eyebrow and scoffed. Ursula and Effy snickered, again.
Speaking slowly, patronisingly, Pitch spoke again, "I said: do you see them?" her fingers tightened on Elsa's face with each syllable.
Elsa gasped at the painful sensation, and tried to nod. When she found she couldn't, she whispered, almost inaudibly: "y-yes"
"Well, this is my turf, so to speak. And no stuck up, rich kid is going to change that. Got it? You're nothing, here. These people are my people, not your friends. They never will be, so I wouldn't even try. No-one here will ever want to be friends with some home-schooled freak so you best do as I say, or you'll regret ever coming here. You so much as breathe in the direction of anyone, I will know. I can make your life a living nightmare, so watch your back, yeah?"
Moments passed, and all Elsa could do was stare in shock at the girl who's green glare seemed to shrink her more each second.
The bell suddenly sounded, and Elsa was released from Pitch's vice like hold.
Elsa's natural grace stopped her from stumbling, but she instantly turned and quickly sped from the corridor. The walls seemed to be closing in, and it was almost suffocating.
She could feel the eyes of the other students on her as she moved, and Pitch suddenly shouted: "You better watch your back, Freak!"
The laughter that followed caused Elsa to wrap her arms even tighter around her torso, and she began to take deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself. She would not cry.
Conceal it, don't feel it.
Don't let it show.
Regardless of her mantra, tears clouded her vision, and Elsa immediately turned to go into the girls toilets. She all but ran into a cubicle, and slammed the door closed behind her.
With shaking hands she fumbled to slide the lock across, and once that was done she rested her head against the door, the relief of solitude and peace helped her shoulders to relax. She let out a quiet, but heavy, sigh. Her eyes were still closed as she took several deep breaths, determined to keep the tears inside. She would not let them reduce her to tears.
But when she opened her eyes, she couldn't help but gasp.
A thin layer of frost covered the back of the cubicle door.
She drew her hands to her chest, her heart once again hammering. Slowly she opened her clenched fists and examined her hands, biting her lip to the point where she could taste the metallic tang of blood. Sure enough, ice crystals were glittering across her fingers and the skin was colder than usual.
She was a freak.
The fear and confusion started to overwhelm her, and her hands began to tingle again. Without warning, shards of ice shot from her hands and stood threateningly as spikes on the tiles around her.
Elsa's breath came out in broken gasps as she tried desperately to work out what was happening to her.
She was a dangerous freak.
And for the first time since her parents died, Elsa White cried.
So there we are, that's my first published bit of writing. If you wouldn't mind please could you let me know what you thought? I'd love to get better. Thank you! :)
