Author's Note: To those who are reading The Promise, I am not abandoning it or anything. Chapter IV is just really being difficult at the moment but I'll try my best to finish and update it ASAP. Enjoy reading my take on Day 3 of Elsanna Week.
Title: Untitled
Rating: T
Prompt: Nightmare
Sitting by the windowsill, a girl with arctic blue eyes looks out to the beautiful sight of the sun rising. The vivid colours dancing across the heavens, changing from the dark tones of the evening into the light palette of the morning. Birds sing a lovely tune, telling everyone that now is the beginning of a new day.
She lightly rests a gloved hand unto the window, exhaling slowly. Seeing the lovely scene before her makes her heart ache at the fact that she can't be a part of any of it. She turns away from the view unfolding outside and stares at her hands instead. The girl grits her teeth in frustration. She angrily takes off the things confining her hands and throws them to the ground. Sighing, she slowly reels herself back into a sense of calm.
The girl stands, walking towards her bedroom door and pausing inches away from it. She reaches out with a shaky hand, moving towards the knob. But before she touches it, the girl shakes her head and pulls her hand back. Placing it close to her chest as she closes her eyes and rests her forehead against the door.
Tears silently stream down a pale face, her heart aching agonizingly. She turns, leaning her back against the door and sliding down to the floor. She curls into herself, putting her arms around her knees and hugging herself tightly as she lets her grief overtake her. Frost starts to envelop the room but she gives this little mind, it's a normal occurrence nowadays.
Sitting alone in the quiet ice-covered room, she waits. She knows that she's just giving herself false hope. Her parents are dead. They have been for three months now. The only visitors she had, the only people she ever interacted with after the accident are no more.
Three knocks suddenly resound around the room as a voice from the other side of the door says, "Elsa? It's me, Anna."
Elsa curls deeper into herself; she didn't need to hear her sister's voice. Not now when she's wrestling with the demons inside her own mind. She cups her hands upon her ears, begging to whatever god is present that Anna just leaves her alone. But her pleas aren't heard as the voice behind the door continues, "I know you're in there, Elsa. I… I just want to say I'm sorry."
This gives the distraught girl pause; she doesn't understand what her sister meant. If there was anyone who needed to apologize, it was her. It was all her fault to begin with. Her and her powers are the ones to be blamed.
"I-I'm sorry if I'm a b-bother to you, Elsa." Anna stutters out, the older girl can hear sobs behind her and she knows that her sister is crying. Her heart breaks a little more at that. She doesn't know how much more she can take before it finally gives and breaks into something that can never be repaired again.
Elsa hears her sister sniffling and breathing deeply. She bites her lip and steels herself. She can't take this anymore, she can't listen to her sister cry anymore. She stands and turns towards the door. She steels herself and slowly grasps the knob, smiling at the small victory of finally holding it without backing away immediately after.
Before she could turn it though, Anna's voice rings clearly from the outside. "I won't bother you anymore, Elsa. I'm sorry."
The older girl hears her sister hurriedly running off. Her heart is telling her to open the door, to run after her, to explain herself, to tell Anna everything. But her mind has frozen herself in place, not understanding what her sister meant.
Tightening her hold on the knob, she realizes that she has frozen it unconsciously. She releases it and backs away from the door. Her eyes clouding again with tears. She bumps unto her bed and that seems to jolt Elsa away from her shock.
She collapses in a heap on her sheets, clenching them with her fists. She just got what she wanted. Didn't she want Anna to leave just moments ago? Then why does this hurt so much? Why does it hurt more than the death of her parents? Why?
Elsa doesn't understand why this has to happen to her. She doesn't understand what she has done to carry all of this burden, all of this pain. She doesn't understand why she has to live like this? What is the point in living anyway? What is the point with torturing herself everyday just to keep her sister safe when her sister would be better off without her?
What's the point with her life if she is just living inside an unending nightmare?
