Hey everybody!

I'm so glad you all liked my last chapter! I had a lot of fun writing it just as I do with every one of my chapters, despite the depressing aura of the previous scene.:,(
Sorry about that guys!

Anyway here's 24! Also, I will be making some edits in the first few chapters, just a few minor things here and there including all the grammer errors I made. Well, I'll try to correct as many as I can because let's face it; it's pretty tough to catch all of them:/ I think the only chapter I will be making some major edits on is 1. So if you guys are interested in taking a look at that, I just wanted to let you guys know that I'll try to get it up within the next week or so.

Anyway, please enjoy and let me know your thoughts if you can! I love reading all you amazing feedback!

-birdywings

24

The Snow Queen

Elsa

Elsa.
The Snow Queen.

Elsa is my name.
And I am the Snow Queen.

How do I know this?
The moon told me so.
It is all he has ever told me.

His words whisper in my mind, echoing off the walls of my head as they lure me out of my deep slumber.
Out from the darkness and into the light.

My eyes flick open, revealing to me the darkness that encircles and devours me.
My hair and shimmering blue skirts float around me, and I become conscious of the water I sit in, yet, I find no difficulty in breathing.
I bring my hands close to my face, inspecting the tiny nails and delicate fingers in the darkness as my vision adjusts.
Long, thick strands of my platinum-blonde hair waves in the ripples, getting caught in the water's calmness as my skirts pool around me, the tiny ice crystals catching the moonlight streaming through the thin layer of ice above me.

Elsa.
The Snow Queen.

Suddenly, I begin to rise.
My entire body lifting toward the surface as I breakthrough the ice and gasp for air, the cool, crisp evening air new and refreshing in my body as it travels to my lungs.
I rise into the air until I come to float before the moon, my eyes gazing up at him as he drenches the world in his evening glow, and I swear I can see him nod in acknowledgment down at me as I feel his gaze landing upon me, as if studying me.
It is a nod of understanding but somehow also feels like one of approval, as if he is granting me permission to do something. Though what, I do not yet know.

I descend to the icy ground below, planting my feet on the slick surface as I trace my toes along the ice, relishing the glorious feeling of the cool surge I feel run through me.
A giggle of pleasure escapes my lips as I enjoy the feeling of being alive.
I take a trembling step forward, my knees wobbling under my weight, and I have to plant my palms flat against the ice when I stumble.
I laugh to myself, even as I study the wound on my palm from my fall.

And suddenly, I'm running.
I leap to my feet and take off through the clearing, my feet sliding along the ice with my skirts and hair flowing in the light breeze behind me.
I take it in.
I take it all in, allowing myself to run wild and free without even so much as grasping my skirts to prevent the messy world from staining the silky blue fabric.

I run.
And keep running.
Even when my lungs can no longer find air.
When they burn from the lack of oxygen as they claw up and down the walls of my body, searching for any source of air.
I run with the moon gazing down upon me, bathing me in its glow along with the distant flecks of stars dotting the inky night sky.
I only halt when my ears detect the crackling of ice beneath me, and I look down to discover frost spreading from the sole of my blue heels and across the frozen expanse of the pond.

My mind is blank for only a moment as I lean over the area, inspecting the patterns I leave in the ground.
I giggle to myself, letting the sound to echo through the air before dissolving into the silence of the night.
Surely I can create more.

I take a step back, extending my arms out at my side as I inhale the crisp air deeply, feeling the coolness of it sink into my lungs.
I flick my wrists, my finger extending and bending back as icy patterns spiral out from the tips and into the air above me, and I gaze up in wonder and glee at the cloud of snowflakes that hovers above me and begins to rain upon the clearing.

I wave my arms through the air.
Flick my wrists and twirl around on the ice, allowing my feet to glide against the slick surface as I let it go.
I let it all go.
Let it all drain from my body as my mind drifts into the world beyond me, riding the winds and chasing the sun, moon, stars and whatever else may lie beyond.
I feel light, free and full of life.

My mind was so distant with my hazy thoughts that I hadn't noticed I'm once again ascending into the air, toward the moon hanging against the dusky veil of the night with its gleaming shine.
I float here for several moments before I register that it is I who triggers this.
I can fly.

I giggle again, unable to suppress my thrill and exhilaration at possessing these abilities.
I kick at the air, propelling myself through the quiet night as I attempt to control my flight pattern.

I sail through the air, feeling the wind whip against my face, prick at my skin and eyes with my dress and hair flowing behind me.
I listen to it whistle in my ear, carrying a tune all its own as it seems to tell me a story. A story of the events occurring over the course of the late hours of the evening.
A smile unravels in my lips and reaches my eyes as I listen to the rhythm of the howling wind.

The world shifts past me in a blur, one thing merging into the next.
I fly past trees, mountains, houses and my eyes twinkle as the catch them ember glow of streetlamps rushing past me.
I manipulate the wind until my speed decreases and I'm hovering just over the snow-covered ground below.

I run through the streets, incapable of containing my laughter as I dance and skip along the pavement, my heels tapping against cement.
I raise my hands and watch as the snow erupts from my palms, causing a downpour of snowflakes in the eve of night.
I giggle and am about to create more when I catch sight of two figures out of my peripheral vision, their features concealed by the shadows lurking in the night.

I skip up to them, eyeing their interlaced hands with a warm smile as I ask them, my breath exiting as a cloud of steam, "Oh, hello, might either of you be able to tell me exactly where I-"

My words are lost to the wind as the air is knocked from my lungs at the spine-chilling impact when the couple walk hand in hand straight through me.
I clutch a hand to my chest, my breathing rapid and shallow as my thoughts race through my mind. My body trembles as I attempt to slow the drumming of my heart as it rings in my ears, and I swivel to watch the couple disappear into the shadows beyond the glow of the streetlamp.

I am nothing.
Nothing but the chill in the wind and nip at you nose, fingers and toes.
I am the ghost of winter.
The ghost roaming the earth in plain sight.

I am alone.
I am lost.