Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen, or any other characters!
Warning: This is going to be graphic. (no rape or anything though so don't worry)
When I had heard people say that when one loses one of the five senses, the others grow more powerful, I had thought they were making it up. The senses didn't grow more powerful; that was ridiculous, they simply seemed more powerful, because one of the others was missing, and that to compensate, the mind merely focused more on the others as it no longer had one to divide its attention five ways. Then again, I had also scoffed at the idea of death changing people. Okay, that came out wrong; what I meant was death only changes people's mindsets, such as depression and sorts, but that's it.
Boy was I wrong.
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Oh. My. God. I sound like one of the openings for one of my brother's comic books. I sincerely apologize for that, it was not my intention to sound so precocious. I haven't even introduced myself, my apologies.
I am Elsa Anderson. Yes, as in that Anderson; as in the daughter of the famed Co-founders, and CEO of North Mountain Technology, Adgar and Idunn Anderson. The biggest technological firm on the Eastern Seaboard, and I happen to be the heir. Or rather, I was the heir, until the accident. And no, unlike what the intro may have led you to believe; I was not exposed to radiation, or bitten by some sort of radioactive… snowman. Okay, that made no sense, but you get my point… Okay, maybe I have been watching a little too many of my brother's super hero movies. Damn. This is not that kind of story, and I profusely apologize if I led anyone to believe it was. This is actually the story of how I met her.
My day started out normally enough, I suppose; for one who happened to be super grounded until kingdom come. Well, okay, it's not that bad, but at the time it was, especially since I never got in trouble with my parents at all throughout my youth. I was actually the perfect girl growing up; going with papa to board meetings to learn the ropes of the company's inner workings, travelling to social events to impress possible business partners for my parents, and of course, there were the… suitors. Ugh: I still cringe thinking about that part of my old life.
At first, meeting possible suitors wasn't so bad; we were younger and romance was nothing but a distant and possibly disgusting fantasy. Back in those days, we would just play together, as little children do, and nothing came of it. At the end of said events, my parents would ask me if any of them caught my interest, and I always said no. Until the day that they brought the daughter of one of their competitors and (jokingly) asked me the same question, and being the naive young child, I answered yes. My poor parents; they thought I was kidding. Needless to say that when I finally came out to them about four months ago, they were beyond horrified at this new revelation. My brother was the only one who kept them from strangling me then and there. So my parents did what they thought was the right thing to do, to their homophobic mindset, which was ground me until "this horrible phase is over with".
I feel the need to say that my parent's ideas about the phrase 'grounded' are insane. I had thought that being the 'perfect girl' for all of my life would help keep them from freaking out. Apparently not. I now have (if possible) less freedom than before, which means a curfew of before six pm, no having any friends over (as if I had any), and no internet (which considering most of my assignments need to be turned in online is actually quite silly). Nevertheless, my parents would have done far worse, if my brother had not intervened, so I'm not complaining.
So this is how it all started. It was a day like any other, I had gone and eaten, joked with my younger brother, Kristoff, fed our German Sheppard, Sven, dry cereal under the table, and then gone to school. School was… well, school. It's actually a catholic school of sorts (my parent's idea after my little… reveal, even though neither of them are religious), so I went about my day as usual, embracing the nickname 'Ice Queen' which I had been given during the first week of school. Then, after an incredibly taxing conversation with mama on my phone, I went to the library to do my homework. To my eternal surprise, as finals were a week away, I finished my large amount of homework early. So, to kill some time before having to go back to the house, I went over the vast shelves and picked out a book and relaxed for awhile, thinking I would stop when it was time to leave.
I was about halfway done with it (it was Cinder by Marissa Meyer) the intercom beeped to life and announced that the library was going to close in an hour. Looking up from my book, I see to my horror that darkness is beginning to set across the world, and I quickly put away my book and run for my bike in a panic, knowing I was never going to make it home before dark. Trying to make myself as not-late as possible, I cut through the park and across the front of the school. I had made it halfway home when I started to calm down a bit. That's when everything went wrong.
The last street I had to cross before getting home was an intersection between two very popular expressways. Knowing that it would be foolish to do otherwise, I waited in the little concrete corner and pressed the pedestrian button, and waited for the light to change. The expressway adjacent to me was surprisingly empty, though I wasn't surprised it appeared as such; there was a deceptively sharp curve before the light that no one could see around. Many of the neighborhood's dwellers had argued to rework the street, as it was a safety hazard, though it had not been done yet. At last the light changed and I saw the light signal it was time for me to cross. Not willing to take chances, I looked both ways before beginning the last stretch of my ride home. There was suddenly the screech of horrible metal on metal, and two massive headlights shined impossibly close to my eyes. I had no time to react; my body didn't panic, my eyes didn't dilate, or anything, I saw the grill of a massive big rig, and then… impact.
You know one of those ridiculous video games, like the ones my brother plays…GTA V or something? How it has that mini game of purposefully running out in traffic and getting hit? How people on the internet made a game of getting hit the hardest and having the most air time, or the most bounces? How they all laugh because… video game physics? Well, I can personally tell you the physics is not just video games.
The moment I saw the headlights, the next moments became ingrained in my head; every moment, every movement. The truck hit. It was an off-white color, and the grill was slightly tarnished. The windshield was reflective in the light, so I could barely make out the driver, yelling into his cell, not even seeing me. He was wearing a button up shirt, with a light jacket, not the stereotypical truck driver, and was about medium build. His face turns slightly, and his green eyes widen.
Impact. Crunch. I feel my right arm break in three different places, followed by somewhere in my lower left leg, I feel several of my ribs buckle. I don't feel anything pain wise; my body is in shock. I'm in the air, spinning head over heels, literally. I barely miss hitting the street light. I sail over several cars, I remember they were mostly silver, or grey as most are, maybe one or two black ones. Five of them have sun roofs. There is another intersection coming up. Impact.
Crack. My right ankle gets it, as well as two parts of my left arm. The asphalt is fairly new, it's still darker than most and it still retains the small sand granules inside of it. I am up in the air again, but this time instead of height, I am shooting forward. I hit the ground now, but at more of an angle, so I don't break anything else with this impact, but I start rolling farther forward. I would have gone farther except I hit a car roof, and some of my ribs finally can bend no more, and break. They might have punctured something, I'm not sure. I still don't feel any pain though, which is strange. I roll forward, and suddenly I halt to a stop, my head slamming into the pavement at the sudden halting. Something breaks…my helmet, though I do not know if anything else up there broke with it. My other ankle is broken too. A motorcycle; that's what stopped my momentum; I got run over by a motorcycle as well. Oh joy.
The man hops of his bike and looks about ready to start cussing me out… except he quickly sees me in all of my brokenness. He yells several profanities and yanks off his helmet, and starts dialing 911. He has dirty blond hair and blue eyes, and his freckles look a little like mine. I can also smell his perfume, and the detergent in his clothes; he's probably returning from a date. The asphalt smells like oil slicks and burned rubber, a scent that is getting stronger by the second. The man is yelling into the phone now, his face the picture of panic. A woman gets out of her car and starts yelling instructions, several others, who have now entered my peripheral vision, are dialing the emergency number as well.
One of the women gestures to me, "Hold her head up! It helps with traumatic injuries!"
Someone I cannot see immediately lifts my head up. The effect is instantaneous; like a dam breaking, or a rubber band drawn to tight. The pain I did not feel before now floods my body at once. I think I screamed, or not, I don't really know. The only thing I do know is that everything turns red. Then black begins to creep into the edges of my vision and work its way in. Soon the dark over comes the red… until there is nothing at all.
Hi everyone! This 'fanfic' is actually the result of a bet I made with one of my English teachers. The bet was to write a story with minimal to no visual descriptions, and have the main character have little to no dialogue. Don't worry, this story will have a plot, and it will not interfere with my other stories. Just fair warning; I do not have a set update schedule! I will upload when I have content, and the only way for me to get content is for me to get inspired, so please be patient.
-BatteriezNotIncluded