Somehow, somewhere I seem to have acquired a taste for Jelsa fanfiction... I'm still not sure if this is an embarrassing affliction or not... and of course since I am struggling as always to find enough to keep me happy I'm stuck the usual remedy for a lack of good reading material: to write it myself. When I say 'good', of course, I mean 'as good as I am able to write'. I am still struggling to produce work of the quality I could before, though the inability isn't as bad as it was now that my medication has been lowered a little.
Anyway, this story isn't very long (comparatively) and doesn't have a lot of plot (there is a longer and more detailed idea I'm toying with, but I want to finish more of the Naruto work before I start anything of that magnitude). It is, however, much longer in general than these first three segments would suggest. Don't worry.
Since writing will (despite my love for it) always be a very long and arduous process for me, reviews help enormously in getting you more updates. Even the simplest ones are deeply effective.
The Stalker By My Window
The soft moonbeams trickled in through the rectangular window, falling in dainty silver patterns on the floor. Only a sliver of the huge white mass was visible through the bound diamond panes of glass. It cast its soft milky light like honey into the quiet of the night, tumbling inwards over the cushions of the window seat and the supple beech floorboards. The rest room was at peace in silent reverie. Nothing disturbed the gentle caress of the darkness as it softly swept over the patterned furniture. The night breathed like a living creature, dancing in a gentle peaceful step that was known only to a few.
Somewhere in the deep folds of her pillows, the sleeping face of a girl lay at total rest. Her breath ghosted over the back of a dainty hand curled protectively near her upturned nose, but otherwise not a muscle stirred in her delicate heart-shaped features. As the white fluffy linen mountains rose around her, two thick white blonde plaits weaved their way through them ending in identical splashes of thin ribbon. Faint freckles graced her very fair skin, but the was relaxed in the deepest part of sleep.
There was no reason why she woke... or at least there shouldn't have been. Elsa's large pale eyes fluttered open only momentarily, her body waking more by instinct than sense. The room was just as it had been before, calm and still. There was nothing unusual anywhere. However... just in the instant before her sleep-drugged haze claimed her again, she thought she saw someone crouched on her window sill: a lonely face watching her in the moonlight.
When the fourteen year woke properly in the morning, it was unusually cold in her room. She pushed away the thick eiderdown, her bare feet hitting the ground with a muted beat. Her elegant empire line nightgown fell back into place down her bare legs as she moved haltingly towards the window, rubbing her eyes with a sleepy yawn.
Outside the world was covered a thick blanket of soft freezing white, sparkling in the early morning sun. Her expression fell. The muscles in her jaw slacked and her eyes cast themselves downwards, becoming oddly gloomy at the sight. A sigh escaped her and she turned away, making her way towards her washstand in an effort to prepare for the day.
A cloud shifted in the sky and the window behind her erupted unnoticed into a glittering mess of gold, refracting in the early morning sun. Every pane of the oddly shaped window was covered in a thin coating of frost, painting a thousand tiny pictures that shattered the light into golden jewels. The whole effect would be gone by midday. Elsa never noticed.