When I eventually awoke, my body felt cold and heavy.

I was lying on something hard and cold, and a thin layer of material was draped over me.

My eyes refused to open.

I couldn't move.

Had I died?

No, I couldn't have.

She'd have wanted me to suffer more, more than I already have.

Yet, I still couldn't do anything. I still couldn't move. I still couldn't see.

But, I could hear.

"Do you think she'll be awake yet?"

"Maybe, she has been in there for a few days now," days? I had been here for days?

"Lets check on her,"

I could hear a door open, who was it?

"Be careful, she's dangerous," of course, I am so dangerous.

I could feel someone's breath upon my skin, so close.

"Elsa?" they whispered, I could have sworn that I had heard that voice before.

I tried to respond, but all I could do was make some sort of muffled noise, which I'm not sure they even heard.

"Are you awake?" they asked, where was the voice from?

I tried to murmur something back, but my lips wouldn't move.

"Is she waking up?" shouted someone else from outside the room.

"Not yet,"

"Leave her then,"

"Actually, I think she's stirring," could he tell that I was awake?

"Okay then,"

I heard the man walk away.

"Please wake up," said the man next to me.

Saying I am! in my thoughts was as close as I was going to get to answering him.

He stood up, where was he going?, and walked a few paces.

"What's this?" he asked.

What's what?

"Elsa, I've figured out why you aren't awake yet,"

I am awake! But please continue.

"This bottle, it says something on it,"

What is it?

"'Sleeping Beauty Potion, swallow and wait for your true love to come to you (or just get someone to give you True Love's Kiss Potion)'" he recited.

Who'd have given this to me? I knew where he was from! He was that timid guard from before.

"Who'd have given this to you?"

That's what I just asked! Surely they knew that 'true love' was imaginary.

"I have to find that other potion,"

That's right! You do!

"But let me try this first,"

He kissed me. Why?

Wasn't he aware that 'true love' didn't exist?

It was all so strange, could he really have kissed me?

The man whom was so scared of me before.

The man whom I was sure believed those stories of me.

The man whom was trying to save me.

The man whom may have been my 'true love'...