She was pure beauty. Her shiny blonde hair fluttered in the wind with every step she took; her deep, huge blue eyes were like a force-laden sea of ice; her figure was slender and firm, that one of a queen; her skin was pale making her look almost otherworldly; her difficult to see smile captivating all the glances of her; her fragile hands clinging tightly to her targets.

There was nothing about her that did not attract attention, and there was not a single person who did not turn when they crossed her path. I did it myself when I first saw her. It was impossible not to look at her, not feel the mysticism and the coldness that emanated from her; it was impossible not to know that there was no one who could compare to her; it was impossible not to know that, one day, I would owe my happiness to that woman.

But it was not her eyes that changed my world or those that gave me life: they were the ones that led me to her.

That night Elsa was dazzling. Her long, shiny dark blue dress brought out the sparkle in her eyes even more; the long braid that outlined her neck rested on my arm; the smile that always sprung up next to me and that made me feel like the most envied and hated man in the college, turned into a sober and firm expression of discontent; the cold, cruel gaze of her, slaying every brave suitor who crossed her path.

"Kristoff… Can you please tell this guy to get out of my sight before I throw up in his face?"
"Uh... Elsa. I think he's heard it even if I say nothing."
"Let's go now."
"Hey, I understand that you show your disinterest in his proposal, but, maybe you could be a little less… insulting."
"You don't get it. I mean it."
"I know, I understand, but…"

But I didn't understand. Not until Elsa actually threw up even the dessert of the college Christmas party dinner on the shoes of that poor boy who left there swearing after slowly processing what had just happened.

"So it was literal…"

"I told you!"

"Yeah… Are you okay?"
"Not at all."
"Do you want me to drive you home? Or… do I take you to the ER better?"
"To the emergency room?"
"It could be intoxication."
"I agree dinner was not the best, but it wasn't as to get anyone poisoned."
"That's not what I meant."
"I know… I'm just going home. My sister was the same a couple of days ago. I guess I caught it taking care of her."
"Great to know that it's contagious after you hanging onto my arm all night."
"I'm sorry… I never catch anything, I didn't think…"
"Hey, hey, I was kidding. You couldn't know."

"Anyway, don't worry, my car is near to here and I can drive."
"Hey… maybe I'm not the most sociable being in history, but I'm not so miserable as to let you put yourself at that risk. I'll take you."

"But it's starting to snow and my house is in an elevated area… I don't want you to get stuck in the snow because of me."
"If it's snowing, all the more reason not to drive in that state."

Elsa accepted my offer probably because she felt weak enough not to fight and I took the opportunity to guide her to my car before she changed her mind.

"Thanks, Kristoff."
"Don't mention it."
"Yes, I'll do, because you are an exceptional friend."
"I'm just driving you home…"
"And you have stayed by my side from the beginning knowing that a lot of people were going to look at you badly and that they were going to speak ill of you."
"They're just envious. I can take it as a compliment."
"But, if you weren't always with me, you could have many more friends."
"I don't need them."
"And a girlfriend."
"I've had more time to study this way."
"If I were more honest with myself and with the world… maybe I would also have one."
"It is never too late to try."
"You should also open yourself up to others. It's not fair that only I know the wonderful man you are."
"You got a fever, don't you?"
"Yeah, I'm afraid so."

The journey was wrapped in long silences that were only interrupted by occasional vomiting and surrounded by a stench that would take days to leave my car.

"I'm so sorry. It must have been the most unpleasant thing you've ever experienced," she said when she finally got out of the car, putting her weight back on me.
"We have all gotten sick at times. Stop apologizing so much and get the keys out."

Elsa sketched as close to a smile as possible and raised her arm slightly.

"If I move more than this I'm going to throw up again. Ring the bell, please."
"As you want."

The sound of the thunderous bell from that huge house in the middle of the mountain made me shudder. Right after, the camera was heard activating and the gate to the fence opened. I held Elsa tightly against my body trying to shake her as little as possible so as not to cause vomit number seven of the night and I walked to the front door of the house.

I hadn't quite pushed that button under my finger when the door swung open guiding me into the warmest, sweetest eyes the world has ever seen.

And it was then, surrounded by a soft night snowfall, under the light of a lantern-shaped lamp, and wrapped in the stench of other people's gastric juices, that my life changed.