Hey, glad you chose to read this. Don't be intimidated if you think this chapter is confusing... I mean it's just the prologue. Anyway, read it and expect a chapter very soon.


- A Shattered Soul: Prologue -

Hatred can be derived from many things. Fear can be one of them. Hurt can be another.


"She's beautiful, Leonard!"

"Happy birthday, pretty girl!"


In even the most purest of hearts, there lies capacity for hatred, prejudice, and ignorance.


"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Hale! She's very healthy."


Our hatred only creates the monstrosities that we were scared of in the first place...


"Hi there, baby. Aww."

"Oh, honey, what should we name her?"


And unfortunately, our eyes deceive us from uncovering the true evil our hatred conveys,


"Didn't you have that list of names on your phone, or something?"

"Oh, yes I did. Hold on."


So we realize what we have done when it's too late.


"...Jamie, Ella, Eva, Elizabeth, Maddy…?"

"Hmm, you don't look like any of those names, do you baby girl?"


Then we are left cleaning up the mess that we have created.


"Heather, Carman, Joselyn, Caroline… and… Sam. That's it. That's all we wrote down."

"I guess Caroline is okay, but… I just don't know. She seems like she should be named… like… Oh, I'm drawing a blank. Help me out here."


You just better hope that not to much damage has been done...


"Oh, you know I'm bad at these things, Lara. Oh… I don't know… Beatrice?"

"Nah…"


Because the body only bends so far before it breaks. Same goes with the mind.


"Lily?"

"Nope."

"Emily?"

"Hmm… no."

"Well I don't know. I told you; I'm bad at names."

"W-What about Anna?"

The two parents looked over to the corner of the hospital room searching for the owner of that tiny, small voice. It was a seven year old Elsa, sitting in a chair too big for her. Her feet were swinging absentmindedly over the floor.

The couple stayed quiet for a moment, shared a glance, then spoke almost in unison.

"Elsa, that's a beautiful name!"

"...Thank you." She spoke again and blushed a little. She lowered her head back down to face her lap but continued to catch glances of her new sister.

The parents noticed her. They grew a tiny bit worried, but mostly confused.

"Elsa, honey, you can come up here and see her! I bet she's dying to see her new sister." Her mother said, cradling a tiny Anna in her arms.

Elsa looked up with surprised eyes.

"I..I just don't want to scare her…"

The couple exchanged looks again. Elsa's dad walked over to his daughter and took a knee. He spoke in a soft voice.

"Elsa… Now why would your sister ever be scared of you?"

"You know…" Elsa looked around, "m-my p-powers might… hurt her."

The man looked around for any sign of hospital staff, then spoke with a determined whisper.

"Elsa. I don't know how many times mom and I have to say it: Your powers are beautiful and wouldn't hurt anyone… ever."

"Then why do you always tell me to not use them in public?" Elsa said, a little louder.

Leonard looked at the ground, then back up at his platinum blonde daugther.

"I've told you this, honey. People… people aren't ready for such majesty yet. They'll be so shocked… I just can't see a good outcome."

Elsa looked despondent. She lowered her head again and closed her eyes.

He noticed her sadness and placed a finger on the bottom of her chin and lifted it to level her eyes with his.

"I said not yet. They will be soon, sweetie. For now, I want to hear you say 'my powers are beautiful'."

She was silent for a minute, then spoke.

"...M-my powers are beautiful." She said in a low voice, almost sounding as if she was saying the biggest lie she's ever said in her entire life.

"That's my girl. Now, come see your sister. She's waiting for you."

Elsa glanced up again, and shakily got to her feet.

She walked up to the hospital bed, feeling extremely apprehensive. She placed her hands behind her back so they wouldn't be able to harm anyone.

When she got the bed, she felt her dad scoop her up so she could see.

The moment she saw her sister's face, her frown turned straight into a smile.

"H-Hi, Anna. I'm-I'm your new sister.."

Anna laughed and smiled her toothless smile.

"She loves you." Said Elsa's mother.


Luckily, love alone is powerful enough to mend a shattered soul.


"She loves you so much."


Thank you for choosing to read this. I will say, this story will have it's dark moments... but it will also have it's hopeful moments. I hope you continue to read this, and I need to know what you think so far.

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