Well, so much for the going faster part huh? Sorry but I got caught up with other stories then I had a good almost month and a half of writer's block that I'm barely just getting over with, plus college really screws over my writing motivation. And it's been two months(ish) since I've updated this, so here you go! I've learned now not to promise anything, but hopefully updates will be less than a month apart... maybe? Eh.

Whatever. Let's get on with it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen

Edit: 11/14/15- Changed Adgar's name to Agnarr, which is his cannon name.

Edited on 12/18/15

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Daylight washes away the memories of the night, but their effects still cling to us long after we have regained consciousness.

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1863 Jan 1st Tuesday

The next morning came too soon for Elsa. That statement probably could apply to most of the people in Arendelle right then too, who were nursing hangovers from their late night festivities. Not that Elsa had anything to drink, it was just general tiredness from having a... strange night. The sun streamed through her window, lighting up her room, showing no evidence of what happened that night. No ice or frost anywhere, not even the window, letting the sun shine through without interruption.

However that had an adverse effect on the room's sole occupant. As soon as the sun cleared the mountains, a beam of sunlight went directly into Elsa's face, startling her awake from her dreamless sleep. When she opened her eyes, she blinded herself looking into the light and groaned in pain with the knowledge that she lost all hope of going back to sleep. She rolled over and attempted to defy the inevitable, but then she needed to scratch her feet. Sighing from frustration, she reached down under the sheets to do so.

As soon as her hands touched her feet, she felt something brush off of them: something wet and cold. Curious, Elsa threw back the sheets and looked down at her feet, suddenly staring in shock. Her feet were covered in a fine layer of frost that was already disappearing from the sun's rays. But that wasn't the problem; Elsa had woken up before to a frozen room before, the icy crystals covering her body. No, it was because it was only on her feet, and that brought back the memory of her nightmare. She could almost feel the ice creeping up her legs right then, a ghost memory.

What happened last night? Elsa wondered. I know I was asleep, but the dream felt so real. Who was that woman I saw and how did she know so much about me? The last of the ice on her feet disappeared and she flicked them to get the water off.

Elsa got up from her bed and looked around her room, trying to get her mind back into reality. She shook her head when she thought she saw a flash of a cloak, but there was nothing abnormal about her room. Even the ice that had completely engulfed her room last night was gone, thawed out somehow either by time or a strangely warm night. Not that Elsa remembered if it was or not, she had other things on her mind.

She placed her bare feet on the floorboards, enjoying the feel of the wood under her feet without any ice on the floor, then went over to her closet and pondered a moment what to wear for the day. "I'm not really going anywhere today," she said out loud to herself, "so I think something less elaborate would suit today well." She paused remembering something, "However, it is New Year's day today, so perhaps I should wear something a little more refined to reflect that?"

After a bit of deliberation, Elsa decided to go for something a little more formal for today. She grabbed a dark blue shirt that had white buttons and gold Rosemaling patterns, and put on a dark blue skirt with similar patterns. Thinking this enough, Elsa went over and started doing her hair, combing it and putting it into a braid, which she then wound around her head due to habit. Forced habit anyway.

Elsa went over to her mirror and looked at herself, slightly wincing at her face. She had slightly dark bags under her eyes and her body posture showed evidence of tiredness. She was slightly hunched over and her shoulders were drooping, completely not a royal posture and frankly Elsa didn't care all that much right then.

As she poked one of the bags under her eyes, she suddenly remembered something from last night. Did I really see myself staring at myself from the mirror? Or rather my reflection staring? She frowned slightly and walked backwards, still looking at the mirror as her reflection duplicated her actions. She kept a close eye on her reflection, looking for any sign of a difference in movements. At one point she edged herself far enough over that her eyes were barely peaking in the mirror.

She then suddenly jumped towards the mirror and made a loud "Hah!" sound, trying to scare her reflection into doing something different. Obviously the mirror's reflection did the same thing as her and Elsa had practically ended up in the same spot she started off in.

"Huh, I guess I was just imagining things." Elsa said to her reflection as she giggled a bit. "You really didn't move on your own last night… did you?" Elsa waited a beat then said, "Of course you didn't. You're me… or my reflection anyway. You can't move without me. I control you, ha ha ha!" Elsa laughed jokingly and started making weird motions with her arms and watching her reflection copy her, totally not serious.

She suddenly spun around surprised when she swore she heard a chuckle behind her. Her eyes frantically looked around for any sign of the culprit, but she was confronted with an empty room. She spun back around facing the mirror and was confronted with her reflection staring wide-eyed back at her, with the same expression she had. What was that? Did I really hear somebody?

"Who are you? Where are you?" Elsa called out to her room. "Show yourself!"

Silence.

Elsa turned back to the mirror, her frown even more pronounced. Now she had even more things on her mind.

A sudden knocking on her door startled her yet again and she jumped a bit, biting back a yelp. She took a deep breath and calmed herself as best she could, preparing herself for her father. "Come in father."

The door opened and Agnarr came inside, dressed for his station. "Good morning Elsa, and happy New Year," he greeted her.

"And happy New Year to you too father," Elsa replied, her hands at her sides.

Her father gave a small smile and said, "Straighten up your posture Elsa. It's not fitting for a royal to slouch." The word slouch coming out of his mouth sounded unused and awkward.

Elsa instantly responded to her father's command and straightened out her back, standing much taller now, but now uncomfortable. He gave a nod and looked around the room, examining it again. "No ice. That's good Elsa, seems that you are taking this to heart."

Elsa nodded. "I am trying father."

"That's all I ask for," he said turning to her, but then stopped. "Is something wrong?" He asked.

Elsa's eyes widened. Does he know about what happened? No he couldn't have, stop being ridiculous Elsa. "What do you mean?" She questioned.

"Your eyes have bags under them." He stated.

"Oh that. I didn't have a peaceful sleep last night." Elsa said truthfully.

Agnarr frowned. "Did you stay up till midnight? You shouldn't do that; it's not fitting for a princess to stay up for some absurd reason. "

Elsa shook her head almost frantically. "No, I didn't. I just had a nightmare last night."

Agnarr lost his frown and his eyes became concerned for a moment before they changed again. "Nightmares are only in your mind and are not real. Don't let them affect you."

"I know father," Elsa said, hiding the sadness in her voice. He didn't even ask me what it was about… let alone comfort me.

He smiled without showing teeth again, "Good. Now I'll send someone up with your breakfast shortly. Since you do not have any lessons for the next few days you'll stay in here. Is there anything you would like me to send you?" He asked.

Elsa thought about it. "There isn't really much. I've read most of the books here and I really can't think of anything else I can do."

There was a strange emotion on her father's face for a moment before it was shut down. "In that case, I'll send up some more books you can study. Since you don't have lessons doesn't mean you can't stop learning. I'll bring some with your breakfast."

Elsa curtsied and replied automatically, "Thank you father."

He just nodded and walked back out into the hallway, closing that familiar door behind her. Elsa sighed and went to the window again and looked out over Arendelle, or at least the city. There was still at least a foot or two of snow on the ground and there were a few clouds in the sky. The sun had risen higher and was now completely clear of the mountains. Arendelle was starting to wake up.

From her limited view of the town, Elsa could see a few people starting to go outside and shovel away the snow from their front doors. Just like what the servants used to do after- no Elsa, stop thinking about that. Don't feel. Don't remember. It'll just hurt. Elsa moved away from the window and was about to sit at her desk when she saw something on the floor. When she came closer, she realized it was the book she was reading, or attempting to read, last night. I guess I never picked it up from when I dropped it. Elsa bent down and picked it up and held it, a sudden thought coming into her mind. Wasn't this completely frozen? If the ice melted then the book should be ruined. But it's not; it's completely fine.

Baffled, Elsa brought the book with her and sat down at her desk. With nothing better to do she opened it again. No water marks at all. Completely different from what happened last time. The entire book was ruined and father… wasn't pleased… Elsa put the book down closed and looked around her room, much like her father just did.

Where did my ice go? I froze my entire room last night. I shouldn't have, but it happened. So where is the ice? Not that I'm sad that it's gone but…

She searched her mind for answers, but none came to her. She sighed slightly and sat straight at her desk. The book held no interest for her anymore and she left it on the desk. Elsa waited for her meal to come.

Waiting. Waiting, watching the days go by. It seems that that has become my life now, interspaced between learning and studying and lessons… How to conceal my curse. How to not let it show. How to control it so it won't escape. Seems pointless, but I need to stop it somehow, otherwise what happened to Anna could be repeated… or worse.

Elsa was jostled out of her thoughts when there was another knocking on the door that signified her father had returned. "Enter," Elsa said as she stood up from her desk.

The king came in carrying a large tray that had a small assortment of food and a small pile of books. "Here's your breakfast Elsa. I also took the liberty of getting a few language books for you."

"Thank you father," Elsa said and moved aside so he could place the tray on her desk.

When he did, he suddenly froze for a split second then stood up without facing her. "What is this Elsa?" He said. The way he said those four words sent shivers down Elsa's spine and made her take a step backwards unconsciously.

"What is what father?" She asked, trying to keep the shaking out of her voice.

"This." He turned around and lifted up his hand accusingly. Elsa saw that it was the book she had picked off the ground earlier. Elsa's eyes widened as she remembered the last time he found her reading a "pointless fantasy book".

"No, it's nothing. I just forgot to put it back when I pulled it out last night. I didn't read it, I swear," Elsa said frantically, trying to stave off whatever was coming.

"You shouldn't even have this," her father said. "It's not appropriate for a young princess to have her head in the clouds with false stories and fantasies. The real world isn't like this, Elsa. They don't believe in this and when they see it, they become afraid and fear it. It will make them do terrible things. Do you understand?" He finished, coming closer while he spoke, with Elsa backing up.

"Y-yes father," Elsa said, hanging her head submissively to prevent him from seeing the hurt and slight tinge of fear in her eyes.

He nodded and continued, "Read up on these books Elsa. I'll expect nothing less from you." He paused. "I'll send lunch up at twelve-thirty and dinner at six. The trays will be picked up at seven."

Elsa nodded in understanding, "Alright."

"Don't say 'alright', say understood," he told her.

Elsa tried to prevent the sigh that was forming in defeat. "Understood." She said weakly.

"Good." He still had the book in his hand as he started towards the door. Just as he was about to open it, he said over his shoulder, "I love you Elsa."

Elsa gave a very small smile at that. "I love you to father," she completed the verbal ritual

Agnarr went out the door and closed it behind him. Elsa closed her eyes and took a deep stabilizing breath, but before she could let it out, she heard two voices out in the hallway start talking to each other.

"No Anna, leave your sister alone." Elsa's eyes widened as she realized who her father must have run into outside.

"But I want to play with her," Elsa's nine-year-old younger sister said on the other side of the door.

"Elsa had a tiring night Anna, she just wants to rest."

"Well, maybe she wants to talk about it instead," Anna said.

"Anna please," her father's voice was starting to get agitated, "Elsa wants to be alone right now. She just told me so."

No I didn't.

"Let's go eat breakfast with your mother," Agnarr said.

"Doesn't Elsa want to eat with us? It's been ages!" Elsa could hear the exasperation in her voice.

"No she doesn't. She asked for her meal to be taken inside her room. Let's go Anna."

"But-"

"No Anna," her father forcefully cut her off, "just leave her be."

"…Okay." Came Anna's unhappy reply and Elsa heard two sets of footsteps walk away and eventually fade into silence.

Elsa let go the breath that she didn't realize she was holding in. As she did so, it almost came out as a sob. It broke her little by little every time Anna needed to be turned away from her door. Sometimes Elsa had enough strength to do so herself, to speak to her sister, those three words that crushed her every time she said them. Other times Elsa couldn't and she'd listen to Anna attempt to talk to her through the door, without her answering, until somebody came by and shooed the princess away.

But she would keep coming back and the situation would replay itself.

Elsa slid down to the floor with her back against the foot of the bed. "Why?" She asked aloud. "Why did this happen to me? Why was I born like this? Why couldn't I be normal?"

She glanced over and saw that her mirror was angled in a way that she could see her reflection. And she looked terrible. Her eyes once just had bags under them. Now they were red as well with the hint of tears in them. Her hair was partially disheveled somehow, and her body was trembling slightly, trying to keep her emotions and her curse in.

The temperature in the room started dropping and Elsa curled in on herself. "No, conceal it, don't feel, don't feel. Keep it together Elsa. Don't let them know." Don't let papa know.

She stayed like that for a few minutes and she eventually calmed down a bit. The temperature stopped dropping and there was no ice anywhere, so Elsa figured that was an improvement. She stood up and went over to the desk where her food was. Unfortunately it was cold but Elsa shrugged internally and made sure her gloves were properly on first before she ate. Elsa ate her breakfast in relative silence and kept her mind from wandering. Because if it does, then who knows what could happen.

After she was done, she decided that she might as well read the books her father brought in. They were all foreign language books: French, German, Swedish, and strangely Irish Gaelic as one of the choices. "Don't know why that's one of the books we have. I'm surprised it even got off the British Isles." She was familiar through history books how 'unfriendly' the British were to the Scottish and Irish but she didn't really mind. It was their business, not hers or Arendelle's.

Elsa shrugged, "Oh well, might start off with something familiar. Swedish should do. And then maybe German." She grabbed the Swedish language book and began reading. She would read a chapter, then practice working on the pronunciation and tonal variations. Afterwards she would then write down everything she learned and translated it into Norwegian, then took something and translated it into Swedish.

It took a lot of self-discipline that was driven into her for her to manage this, but she continuously did. For lack of a better reason, there was nothing else to do. She had read the small collection of books that she had in her room several times over. She had counted everything in her room that could be counted. She stared out the window for hours upon hours when she had time. There was literally nothing to do except study. So that's what Elsa did.

Years she had spent perfecting everything she had learned. Math? Favorite part was geometry. History? Knew everything about every ruler of Arendelle since it's foundation five hundred and sixty eight years ago. Sciences, Politics, and languages were all the same. Elsa was well on her way to becoming a prodigy.

But the reason for that was because she was pushed so. Her days were filled with endless tutoring and studying. Her parents, her father especially, considered that any moment spent not learning or memorizing something was wasted. Consequences could be… harsh.

So Elsa pushed herself to the breaking point to learn everything that was expected of her. She would be the good girl and do everything she was told to do. It wasn't as if she had a choice anyway; her powers kept her in line, making sure that not one toe was out of place otherwise she would never hear the end of it.

And that's how Elsa spent most of her days, her years. Alone in her room with only her curse, her books, her lessons, and her mirror.

The day passed by and Elsa had barely moved from her seat. She had read the Swedish book through and was now re-reading it again just to make sure she had everything. Part of her desk had several pieces of paper on it that were filled with writings Elsa did as she practiced. Lunch and Dinner had been served to her and the trays had been taken away promptly at seven, like her father said. So the first day of the New Year had passed, much like the last day of the old year had.

Once Elsa reached a certain point, she stopped reading and stretched out her body, feeling a few joints and muscles cracking from being in the same position for a long time. "Ah, that felt good," Elsa said to herself. She pushed back the chair and stood up and walked around the room, getting her legs to work again.

"Is it too early to go to bed now? It might make the day go past faster. But I'm not really that tired yet, which is somewhat surprising since I was up at the late hours of the night." She stopped once again in front of her full-length mirror and stared at herself.

"Of course, that was because of the nightmare I had."

"What was that anyway? I can't make heads or tails out of it whichever way I look at it. It felt real, but dreams do that to you and it couldn't have been real anyway. It's impossible."

"But so is having an ice curse on me." Elsa fell silent again, out arguing herself again.

"No, dreams can't come true," Elsa said, resuming. "It wasn't real. It was just my brain, having two nightmares in a row. That's all."

"Oh boy, it sounds like I'm trying to convince myself of that. Why am I so reluctant? It makes no sense," Elsa said in finality. "It was a dream-slash-nightmare, and it absolutely wasn't real. End of story, goodbye, the end, that's it." She turned away from the mirror and just looked at her room.

A sudden knock jolted her out of her staring contest with her room. "Your highness? Are you there?" A feminine voice said from the other side.

Of course I'm here. Where else would I be, outside? Elsa thought sarcastically, but immediately clamped down on it. "Yes? What is it Gerda?" She called out.

"I'm here to take your dirty dishes, you highness," Gerda answered.

Elsa went over and opened the door slightly, "One moment please," she said to the servant on the other side. Elsa bent down and, making sure her gloves were on, picked up the pile of dishes that she had put on the trays. She had put the dishes there knowing she would have to bring them out come time for them to be picked up.

She opened the door a little bit more so she could pass them through to Gerda. "Thank you," she said.

"Your welcome Princess," the older women said as she took the pile. "Is there anything else you require?"

"No there is not," Elsa answered.

"Very well. Goodnight your highness," she said giving as much of a bow as she could, then left down the hallway, taking the dirty plates to the kitchen to be washed.

Elsa closed the door, knowing that that was the last time she would talk to anybody that day… Well, anybody besides myself that is. She sat back down at her desk and mindlessly flipped through the Swedish book again. She already had everything memorized and practiced, so she really didn't need to have the book anymore.

"I could always start one of the other ones," she said aloud. "German sounds like the next one to start." Elsa paused, thinking. "Isn't mama's sister the queen of a kingdom there? Yes, Corona, I remember now. I'll start reviewing my German next." Elsa decided.

She reached out and was about to grab the book when she stopped and put her hand back in her lap. She frowned in sudden confusion. "Why did I do that? I want to look at the German language book. So why didn't I?" She shrugged and tried again, but her hand only twitched this time. "Okay… I don't feel any different? Why the sudden change?" She reflected inwardly and came to a conclusion, "I don't want to?" It came out as a question more than a statement. "But I do… and I don't? Huh."

She tried once more and weakly grabbed the book and brought it to her. She opened it and began reading. "I guess it was just a momentary thing then," she reasoned. She began translating it internally and working out the diction and wording. It was written in part German, part English, which Elsa had no problem reading since English was her close second language. Aside from Norwegian, English was used quite commonly, making Elsa bi-lingual at an early age. Anna also was this way as well, taking lesion very early on before... that night.

Stop it, Elsa thought, trying to squash the feeling of despair coming over her, which she knew would make her curse go haywire. Don't think about Anna. You can't afford to. Don't feel. Elsa closed her eyes in concentration, trying to keep in the ice that threatened to come out. Even though she had the gloves on, they wouldn't help if a powerful outburst came.

It worked barely. As Elsa opened her eyes, she saw that her gloves had frosted over. Well at least it wasn't anything else, she thought. She stood up and went over to a wastebasket and shook her gloves a few times to get the ice crystals off of the gloves. Once that was done, she went back and started reading again.

Elsa would read that book for hours as her eyelids started drooping lower, and lower, and lower…

She was in an open courtyard which she recognized as the one outside the castle. The fountain was sparkling in the sunlight and Elsa allowed herself a rare smile at the sight. There was a soft breeze that felt refreshing to her. Elsa took a deep breath and filled her lungs up with this air. She slowly brought her arms and hands up as well, feeling the breeze through the fabric of her clothing.

Elsa closed her eyes and held that position, just enjoying being outside for once. She slowly exhaled and felt better.

Until she heard a scream.

Elsa's eyes shot open and looked for the source of the screaming. There was a woman about ten meters in front of Elsa, her eyes were wide with fear, her mouth screeching .

How did she get there? Elsa thought. She wasn't there before.

Elsa brushed that thought away and refocused on why the woman was screaming. She followed her eye line until it reached the point she was staring at.

Me.

Elsa looked to her sides and gasped. The fountain in the center of the courtyard had frozen into a deadly tower of icicles, glimmering ominously. Elsa looked to her left and saw that the entire wall on that side and been encased in ice with several icicle spikes pointing dangerously outwards.

She then noticed that both her hands were still outstretched. And both were being held in the direction of where the frozen creations were. Elsa's eyes widened in realization.

I did that.

The woman was still screaming, but now it was words instead of mindless sounds. "Witch! Witch! Monster! Sorceress! Monster!"

Elsa's eyes became clouded with fear and she started walking backwards. The woman started advancing, still screaming.

"No, please, stay away," Elsa pleaded, her hands coming up to tell the person to back off. But as soon as she did so, her ice shot off again and impacted the women directly in the chest.

It took less than a second for her to turn to solid ice, her accusing finger still pointing at Elsa.

No.

No.

"No," Elsa whispered.

The sky started to darken and snowflakes started to fall.

"Monster!" Elsa spun around and saw a mob of people on the steps leading to the castle. All of them were staring at her with hate in their eyes.

"Wait, please, I didn't mean-" Elsa started.

"Witch! Monster! Kill her!"

Elsa scrambled backwards in fear and tried to get away, but her legs wouldn't work. She turned around and stumbled, falling. She could hear the mob getting closer, but then another voice came over everything, overpowering the mob.

"I'm disappointed in you Elsa."

Elsa looked up into the hate filled eyes of her father. "I thought I'd told you to conceal your powers. To not feel. But you failed. Now look." He said gesturing around.

Elsa reluctantly looked and gasped again. The entire mob had been frozen solid. Some were still in the position of running, with one foot on the ground, perfectly balanced. They all shared a look of frozen horror on their faces.

When did I do that?

"No, I didn't mean to. It was an accident," Elsa said, her voice breaking.

"Is that what you call it? An accident? Boy, I'd hate to see what it'd look like when you do it intentionally. Oh wait, I have," A new voice broke in. One that was painfully familiar.

Elsa turned and saw Anna coming towards her. The white streak in her hair was growing, turning her red hair slowly into a silver-white color. "And let me tell you, it's not quick and definitely not painless."

"Anna." Elsa whispered.

"Oh, so you do remember me? Funny, I thought that you had forgotten because I haven't seen you in four years."

"I didn't mean-"

"No, you did. And now look. I'm freezing to death." A cold chuckle escaped from Anna's lips. "And let me tell you something, it's not pleasant. I can literally feel the ice taking over and freezing me, creeping through my body. It's extremely painful. And you did this to me."

"No, I didn't…" Elsa croaked out, now curled up on herself.

"Yes you did! I'm frozen, look at me!" Anna said gleefully. Then she stood ramrod still and then froze, turning completely to ice, her accusing eyes burning into her.

"NOOOOOOOO! ANNA!" Elsa cried out and rushed forward to do anything, give anything to have her sister back. But a hand shot out and grabbed her before she could go anywhere.

"Look at what you have done Elsa," Agnarr whispered in her ear. "Your own sister, your people, and your kingdom. You destroyed it all. And what do you feel? Nothing close to what you should be feeling." He shoved her and she landed painfully on the ground, her wrist getting twisted from the impact.

"I guess everything I did for you was pointless. You are an unfeeling monster Elsa."

"No. I can't. I don't- I don't…" Her wrist was throbbing now in pain.

"You. Are. A. Monster." Each word was like a nail getting hammered into her chest.

"No. No. No. No. No." Elsa kept repeating over and over again.

"And do you know what happens to monsters?"

"No. No. No. No. No…"

"They are killed."

There was a sound of steel being unsheathed and Elsa couldn't bear to look. She couldn't anyway.

It's true. I am a monster.

There was a swooshing sound and Elsa felt something come across her back. There was a white hot pain and she slowly started loosing feeling throughout her body. Tears came out of her eyes from the pain.

"Well then. That ends that." There was the sound of retreating footsteps and then silence except for the jagged breathing of Elsa that was becoming weaker and weaker.

Mama, Papa, Anna, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Elsa closed her eyes and waited for the end and the blackness to overtake her. She could feel no more.

…

…

…

A soft voice started singing and even though the voice was quiet, it could be heard everywhere and by everyone.

~"Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,

Smiles await you when you rise.

Sleep, pretty darling

Do not cry

And I will sing a lullaby."~

Elsa opened an eye, and was surprised that she could do so.

That voice. It sounds familiar.

Feeling started returning to her body and the sky started getting clearer, brighter. The voice grew in strength but still retained its tenderness.

~"Cares you know not,

Therefore sleep,

While over you a watch I'll keep.

Sleep, pretty darling

Do not cry

And I will sing a lullaby."~

A bright light suddenly overtook everything and Elsa closed her eyes to block it out. The world vanished and Elsa felt at peace with herself.

Elsa shot up with a start, knocking over the book that was on her desk. She breathed heavily for a few moments before she regained control over her senses. Her eyes looked around before she realized that she was still at her desk.

"Wha-what just happened?" Elsa asked out loud. She felt the side of her face, which was a little numb, and came to a conclusion. "I must have fallen asleep while reading. And had another nightmare while at it." She rubbed her face with her right hand and winced, suddenly holding her wrist in pain.

"Ow." Not much could be said about it though except bear through it. After the pain flared down, Elsa rotated her wrist around to get some feeling into it. "It hurts from when I fe-"! She cut herself off as she realized what finishing that sentence meant. "No. It couldn't have… I must have been resting it in a weird position. That has to be it. Yes, that is the only explanation," she said, trying to convince herself.

She stood up shakily, her legs protesting against the movement. I must have been asleep longer than I thought, it's completely dark out now. I guess I should actually go to sleep in my bed now. Elsa got changed into her blue nightdress and was about to get into bed when she stopped, feeling something different in the room. Like someone watching her.

She spun around and blue eyes met blue eyes.

It's that man from before!

The man was standing up this time in the shadows next to the far wall. His cape hung over him, further melting his figure into the dark room. But his blue eyes shone through this, like lights in the distance.

Before Elsa could react the man was gone again, vanishing faster than you could blink, leaving an afterimage behind.

Elsa could only stand there and try to comprehend what she saw.

What.

Was.

That?

Elsa went over to the spot the man was at and found nothing, not even a footprint this time. Who is he? Why do I keep seeing him, especially after my nightmares? What does he want? Is he even real? These questions once again raced through Elsa's mind with no answers available.

She yawned, cutting her frantic train of thought off. Whoa, that was a yawn. I guess I am tired. He hasn't done anything and I don't think he's real. I should just ignore him when I see him. Hopefully he'll, it, will go away.

Elsa once again went over to the bed and got in. A few minutes later she was sound asleep, at peace with the world.

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Songs used: Golden Slumber (have no clue who it's actually by. It's not me!)

So, that's the long awaited fourth chapter! Hope it was worth the wait! This turned out a bit longer than the other ones but I'm happy! And like Elsa, it's time for me to go to bed as well. It's ten minutes till 12 right now for me and I'm half asleep myself.

So, yet another nightmare, another lullaby, and another visit from that man in the shadows. True tension is not yet, but will be getting there.

Until next time, Read, Review, Favorite, Follow. (R.R.F.F)

-OrangeGalen