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Transcendence
Anna nearly broke down in fits when she had come home. Elsa lay in her bed, arm wrapped and encased in a ring of thread. Elsa had explained the situation in more or less edited detail; she had burnt herself in one of the schools chem. labs. Anna hadn't bought it at first, but the re-telling of the story finally convinced her, who knew Elsa could be amazing when it came to lies? That night was un-eventful, Jack didn't return, and Anna didn't ask any more questions, and soon the morning had risen. Elsa wasn't to return to classes until after a few days, her arm needed time to heal before any strenuous or physical pressure was undertaken by the limb. She absolutely hated it. She sat by her bed frame now, absentmindedly staring out the window and watching the snow fall.
Her legs were drawn up, and her arms draped around them in a comforting matter. She really was bored out of her mind. Silence was a strong noise in the blank white sheet of her bedroom, and Elsa swore her ears felt palpitations as the silence droned on.
Beside her was a small black nightstand, its legs holding well. Scattered notebooks lay askew across the underside of her bedside table, and various themes were accented throughout. Mostly math, a few geography papers, and a few historical clippings, but mostly just endless papers filled with physics, chemistry, and the ever so present calculus. However, just below the cracks of the brain, small
Wavering pages stuck out among the crowd, pictures drawn perfectly showing on their canvas. Not many knew Elsa liked to draw in her free time. She loved anything creatively really. Art, writing, composing, anything that let her mind let go, she did.
Unfortunately that trick hadn't been working all morning, and it certainly wasn't working now. She debated on wither or not to go outside, but would someone get mad? She was supposed to stay in her room. No exceptions, always the rules. She had to be the good girl. Not once in her long life, well if you call 16 years a lifelong, had she been able to really break free and be herself. Being the eldest, her parents raised her to be the example, leader, and always on her best. Anna on the other hand never once had to do that, who knows maybe her parents had tried; maybe Anna just couldn't follow the rules. But god did she wish she could do that.
Despite her best judgment, Elsa just couldn't sit in her room all day. She had to do something. So here she was, walking amongst the snow pattered landscape outside. Her chest clinched with guilt she'd get in trouble, but the fresh smell of mint and the stretch in her leg told her what she had done was worth it. Just a few minutes outside, no one would notice right?
She passed by her regular clearing, smiling at the small alcove however, she pressed on, another destination in mind. She arrived at the lake, the water slow but unfrozen, the waves gently lapping at the shore from the brisk wind, and a crystalized blue color shimmering in the wakes.
A small breeze road through her hair, sending the free strands back, she had decided not to wear or do anything to it, just leave it as naturally as it came, which led to it trailing down the curl of her back. Blue eyes looked off into the wild, only the pure silence of nature filling her ears. She truly loved it out here. It was...simple. No bludgeoned atrocities flung across a room at different individuals, no snobby remarks, no world where god forsaken people's good qualities were their greed and sin. Out here things were as they should be everything in perfect balance and in the end, all revolving around one central thought, harmony.
The dirt meshed sand intertwined into her blue shoes, and she glanced down. She swiftly kicked them off, the cold air not bothering her one bit. The cold earth felt like praise upon her feet, and the small grains finely mixed between her toes.
Her eyes fluttered shut, and a small but long sigh was born. This is where she belonged, not stuck back where she couldn't be her. What world is it she lived in where not only could she not be herself, but she had to hide! It just wasn't fair.
She opened her eyes and looked down, staring at the water a few feet in front of her. She stepped down into the wake, making sure no one was around her. Frost instantly decked the curling water, and small inclines of snow brushed from the contact. She smiled, and idea forming in her head. She took another step, another, and another, until eventually she was a good ways out, parts of the lake coated in ice, the other not.
She would have darted off skating, but where's the fun in skating without a little music? A daring idea crossed her mind, and drawing her hands up, Elsa conjured a flurry within her hands.
Ice spun from her finger tips and began taking shape, bright blue flecks altering space and time. They grew thicker and wider, as intense to detail as they spiraled their way across the span of her hands, from the clouds of the dust formed a violin, perfectly incased and made from ice. It was a very intense yet soft shade of blue, and you could see a blurred outline of Elsa's hands holding it. The fingerboard had immaculate frost patterns stretching across the thicker parts, and the strings themselves were made from hardened snow, not as soft as snow, yet not as hard as ice, perfect for playing. She smiled at her work, letting the details of each curve; each pegs snowflake crystal to embellish in her mind. She took hold of the instrument's neck in her left hand, and drew up her right, an elongated bow made of ice appearing before her. The usual horsehairs were made from snow, her magic keeping the frozen fractals together, and a bright crystallized diamond of ice took its place as the frog, its light shining off in different directions.
If only some people could see her, playing on a Violin made out of snow. Some would deem her crazy, but here she was, trying the impossible. She flexed her right hand, seeing if it was alright for moving the bow. Satisfied with herself, she lay to rest the violin on the crevasse of her shoulder, drawing the bow up and letting it gently lay across the strings. She hadn't played the violin in what seemed decades, she only hoped that her skills still matched with her memory.
Her frozen half of the lake recoiled to her feet, and she was left standing on two very small patters of ice, each a little bit bigger than her foot. Satisfied she took a heavy breath before starting.
She danced.
Her snow laced bow flew beautifully over the swept strings, and a rich dark tone was admitted through the air. She took a step forward, the ice behind her disappearing and a new platform shaping underneath of her. This continued on as the song progressed and as she reached the chorus she closed her eyes, trusting her powers to lead her. Her legs spun and she jumped across the water, trailing her hands and legs with the grace of a dancer. The song so beautifully emitted from her instrumental ice, and she herself felt confused on where exactly it was coming from. She spun on her heel, a flurry of powdered snow fluffing from her step. Her blonde hair got swept in the wind as she rode along the song, the verviving tips of wind nipping her hair.
Blue flags of dust spun of her bow as it tendered to the strings, and soon a mass swirl of electrifying stagnant snow was spinning around Elsa. She spun to stop on her heel, the snow falling in a light hush as she brushed the final chord of her hands. She let the instrument fall back to her side slowly, a smile played over her face. She hadn't played in years, and she honestly forgot how truly freeing and good music brought. Why was she even out here again?
"Wow, that was...amazing."
Oh...that's why.
She quickly spun around, her eyes narrowing in on a blue mass of hues entering from the woods.
"Jack, what are you doing here?" Elsa said flustered. More or less that she was near Jack again, but the alone fact she had been caught doing one of her most private pleasures.
"I should be asking you that Ms. Violinist." Jack said, taking a step near the shore but nowhere near the water.
Elsa huddled into herself, cradling her arms within her chest, a habit she never outgrew. "You should be in School..."
"As should you. Didn't the nurse tell you not to strain your arm?" Jack said pointing to the girl's right shoulder.
Elsa looked up at him confused.
"How did you...it doesn't matter. You have to go..."
"But I just got here?"
Elsa looked downwards, unraveling her arms, the violin and bow hanging loosely from her sides.
"I told you Jack...you have to stay away from me...please."
"I know what Victoria did." Jack said, looking down at the water then back up at Elsa.
"Then you should know to stay away."
"I will not stand here and let an innocent girl get hurt." Jack said, locking Elsa's eyes with his and never once faltering its shape.
"I'm not innocent Jack..." Elsa said, looking down, her hair falling in laps over her eyes.
She soon felt a brush of a hand carelessly and lovingly brush the strands behind her ear, and she flinched at the sudden warmth. She looked up to see Jack in front of her, a small smile on his face.
"Everyone's innocent Elsa. They just make wrong choices, especially when they're scared. It's up to you to show them, even though what they did was wrong, they're never too far for the light to reach."
Elsa stood baffled at the boy...man before her. How could he...someone she barely knew instantly make her life jolt with lightning?
His hand still lingered on her cheek, but he soon realized and plucked it back, coughing nervously. Elsa immediately missed his touch albeit either she realized it or not.
"C-come on let's get back to school. The others are waiting." Jack said leading her off the ice.
"The others?" Elsa asked with a slight innocent tone to her voice.
Jack smirked as the pushed past a thicket of brush, his arm extending the way so Elsa wouldn't get hit.
"You'll see."
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AffyRainbws: You'll find out in later chapters why exactly Victoria has problems with Elsa, so just wait. :D I'll give you a hint though, it has to do with their abilities. :P
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