Elsa felt almost insomniac that night. She could hear loud noises. So loud, as if they were coming from the back of her head.
Metal. Cold metal. She swore it was what she heard.
Cold metal being drawn out.
Like a sword.
Anna was running to her and laughing.
She ran too.
But she wasn't moving.
She couldn't.
"Anna!" She yelled out.
"Anna!"
Anna wasn't paying attention.
She just kept going.
Then, she tripped.
More likely, she slammed into the ground. And the loud thud echoes.
The drawing metal stops and Elsa looks over behind the fallen Anna.
It was a hooded figure holding a sharp sword on its left hand.
The figure came closer to Anna's body and knelt down.
"Please!" Elsa screamed, seemingly no one could hear her.
"Don't touch her!"
Then the figure pulled down the hood, revealing a lady with white blonde hair and striking blue eyes.
It was Elsa.
She couldn't understand.
The armed Elsa gave a loving smile and caressed the back of her sister.
And without notice, the sword came striking down and had stabbed Anna in the back.
"ANNA! ANNA!" Elsa screamed and screamed until she was choking in her own tears.
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"Anna!"
Elsa woke up with a start, tears streaming down, and her room snowing heavily. She was panting and hugging herself, feeling helpless and scared to death that she began to cry again.
She felt like a child. Who usually cried after bad dreams. Yet, no one came to comfort her.
She buried her face in her hands, folded her legs on her chest and tried so hard to compose herself.
Stifling her cries weren't working at all. She couldn't help the horror and the snow worsened.
It felt so real. So horrible.
This was one of the only times she was allowing herself to actually break down and cry.
When no one is looking.
Just for now at least. Soon after she calms down, she'll seem to have moved on afterwards. Yet even something as little as a nightmare could scar her for life without having anyone realize that, she won't let anyone in.
And besides, it happens all the time.
Elsa turns to her window and realizes that she woke up before the sunrise.
She always watches the sun rise. It was always so beautiful just like the northern lights. Anna would always wake her up whenever the northern lights came out. Even until now. She was actually wondering why Anna did not wake her this time.
Elsa was a sensitive person. But she was sensitive to what other people thought of, instead of what she thought of. She didn't really care for herself. She loves life but she didn't love the life she was given.
It was a treacherous pigsty in her head despite her tactics being very organized and well reserved. She thought too much and thought only about everything else except herself.
She was back to feeling scared and unsafe. She needed to get out of bed. No one was safe around Elsa. She needed to stay out. Just for a while. And she knew exactly where to go.
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wow. I have to admit, this chapter is short. It only has probably 526 words and I apologize. But there's more. There's a lot more. This is probably just the beginning. (No, really.)