Two Sisters
JELSA. Ever wonder how Anna handled her lonely world? Well, with the help of Jack Frost, she is able to rediscover fun and her own meaning of life; who she is as a person and her self-proclaimed role. But when her best friend starts falling for her sheltered, elusive sister, it's Anna's turn to help him.
Friendship/Romance:
Prologue:
Knock knock knock-knock knock
"Elsa? Psssst! Are you awake?" A smalll red- headed girl stood out in the silent halls of the royal palace. It was far too late, too dark for the little one to be out. "Please come out. I miss you. A lot."
There was no answer from the snowflake-patterned door, but the girl did not falter, "Do you want to build a snowman?"
He leaned in on his twisted, hooked staff, eyes alight with childish curiosity. The young spirit had taken to wandering the grandiose halls of the palace, and saw the little girl come to the same spot, around thhe same time, asking the same questions.
He took the form of a late teen- no older than nineteen. Even with bare feet, a thin, white shirt, worn trousers, and a tattered poncho, the chilled air didn't affect him in the slightest. No, he was the embodiment of winter itself. His hair like white feather quills, skin like death, eyes of the sea during a storm, and every step woven with wind and glazed with ice...
His name is Jack Frost. The moon told him so. He's the very one that nips at your nose and embroiders his own fern patterns onto the edges of your windows on especially cold evenings. But this night he did none of that, this night her watched over the darling princess of Arendelle, whom he knew was Anna. The most he knew about the ginger was that she had a sister, one he's never seen before, one that, apparently, never came out. The child came everyday asking the elder, he guessed, one to play. She'd either be shooed away by her parents, or go back to bed into the early mornings. Either way, he knew she'd always be disappointed, the skip in her step gone and the light in her eyes faded.
He couldn't help but feel for her- he knew a thing or two about lonliness. Being an immortal spirit, he couldn't be seen, heard, or touched if not belived in. This brought him many years of anger, sadness, and suffering.
He continued watching the girl, praying to any god out there that the poor thing wouldn't have the same fate, as she called out for a sister that may or may not be real. He found it sad how it wouldn't really make a difference whether or not she was. She never came out. Maybe Anna was delusional. Maybe this "Elsa" was an imaginary friend, because if Elsa was as old as he heard her to be, he couldn't imagine any nine-year-old to be cooped up in the same room for a little over a year. That's crazy.
He was surprised, though, when Anna didn't go back to her room hours later. She slumped against that flake-patterned wood and slid down to the floor, pouting.
"Elsa, I had a bad dream." She whispered. There was no sound other than the whimpers of the small, small girl. The grande, luxury castle walls, he realized, were probably much too big for her. She didn't belong here, to be trapped and caged within a place she had to call home. Children should be running, dancing, racing, and chasing.
"It's dark out here. And cold." She stated, and he felt a little guilty. She smudged her right cheek into the door to find a place to rest her head. "You used to hug me after nightmares, and tell me they weren't real and that they'd go away because Mama was too tired." Anna sniffled and rambled, this time muffled when she tucked her knees in and closed her chubby arms around her head. "But they aren't going away. Y-you still don't love me anymore."
Anna stayed curled into a ball. Jack frost hover around her, heart breaking as much as her voice did in that last sentence. Before her knew it, he was floating just behind her, just close enough to reach out and tug on one of her short pigtails. That's what he did. It almost didn't occur to Jack that he had touched her at all. He went into shcok when she whipped around and stared at- what to her- was an empty space. She look confused for a minute, but that was enough to have her stand and make a frantic dash to her own bedroom.
He brushed her pigtail. He touched her.