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Guest: It is one of those... And hopefully I'll get better at each aspect of writing as I go along so the dark is well pronounced! But seriously, I refuse to tell you where this is going because it might ruin it so... You only get to find out which video gave me this idea at the end of the end chapter, and I write as I go along so...
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"Elsa, let us help you." The heavyset blond man reached for her with concern evident on his worn face. The brunette woman behind him was shrinking a little, showing none of her own grandeur, but the crown on her brow betrayed her significance. Elsa shied away, flinching back into the painted oak door. "Stay away! I don't want to hurt you!" Her voice broke in a soft whisper. A sigh emitted from the man, and he held up a pair of white gloves. Then wear these." The little girl looked up at him warily, "what will they do?" "They'll stop your curse. Try them tomorrow." He rose from his half-couched position and beckoned to the woman, then strode out through the door. "I'll stay here so I can put Elsa to bed later." The crinkles of laughter around the woman's eyes deepened as she smiled softly at her firstborn.
"Am I evil?" Elsa finally asked the question she had been mustering the courage to say. "Of course not, dearest. Not mad either. If you were mad, you'd see things that weren't there!" Each word was punctuated by a flick or tap of the woman's artful fingers against Elsa's nose. The girl looked at the woman trustingly, "so I'm not bad at all?" She asked, wriggling into a comfortable position on the plain green window seat. Elsa's mother looked at her daughter with a smile, "no. Even if you don't think so, you're gifted. And even if you weren't I'd love you." Reassured but afraid of her mother knowing of the mysterious blue flash, Elsa snuggled into her side and settled down drowsily.
"Elsa curled her knees up to her chest on the windowsill, staring out into the night. Blinking slowly caused her eyes to droop shut, and she was dimly aware of being carried to bed. Yawning, her aqua-blue eyes were obscured by lilac eyelids. A gentle warmth pressed down on her forehead followed by a voice containing love, hope, caring and a trace of fear. Elsa was shook out of her unconscious by that emotion, but she had not slept for ages and she drifted off into a sleep that contained vivid dreams once again. The girls were laughing, playing. The one with white-blonde hair was conjuring wreaths of snow and ice. The ginger haired one was rolling around in delight. She bounced up and told the elder to catch her her, catch her! - and then- a brown haired teenage boy playing with his little sister by a lake, on the now frozen lake. She was on unstable ice, he helped her and- the blurry outlines of a woman and a man, ice, blue, she couldn't see!
Elsa sat up again, eyes flying open, exploding colours undefined behind them and left behind as she woke. Eyes darting around the room, she heaved sobbing breaths. "Oh, Anna. Anna!" She twisted round and wept into her pillow, muffling her anguish.
She lay on her back once more an hour later, finally cried out. Gazing into the corner of her room with dry eyes Elsa noticed a blue blur on the other side. Flicking her head to where the blue had been, she didn't see anything. It must have been a hallucination. She frowned. The blur had been appearing more and more recently, ever since the... Accident. Yes, the accident. She felt the corners of her mouth tugging downwards once again and quickly stifled the emotion. Her room was already covered in ice, any more would go through the door and betray her parents trust of showing no signs of it.
Getting up, Elsa felt her braid swing. She slipped her small feet into well-worn black slippers and adjusted her sleeping dress too a more modest position. Moving across the room to her door, ready for another night excursion, Elsa saw her reflection in the mirror. A tired, thin face with not even any baby fat even though she was only seven. Then there was the childish braid of her youth- a month ago- that had a pretty blue ribbon that matched her dress. Elsa breathed deeply before marching towards the vanity table and slumping in the stool, fingers unbraiding and combing through her hair. She coiled it round her head artfully, in the elegant style her mother had showed her, and nodded at her mature reflection. Elsa knew she had to hide her coming madness from her parents, and she couldn't get any sleep or her drama were populated by the ice-haired boy.
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Update: I just realised that the document came out in code and it didn't work when I re-uploaded it either so I had to edit the document on story manager. It took 30minutes. So sorry, I'll try to make the next chapter a long one to make up for it! And that's my exuse if there are any mistakes.