The Red String
Elsa and Anna were making their way back home after stopping by the bookstore. Anna wasn't much into reading unlike Elsa who had a whole library of fiction and nonfiction books.
"So, what did you get this time?" Anna asked.
"This," Elsa paused as she took the book out of the plastic bag. "There's a legend where an invisible red thread connects two people that are fated to be together."
She then took Anna's hand and lifted it up. Unbeknownst to many, the legend was quite true and Elsa was one of the few people who had the gift to see these red threads. Like everyone else, a red string was tied around the pinkie of Anna's hand.
"So, this string connects you to your soul mate?" Anna asked.
Elsa let go of her hand. "Well, basically."
In Elsa's mind, Anna was a lucky girl. She had seen the end of Anna's string and she was delighted to see that it was someone who she knew she could trust and who was relatively close.
She then looked at her hand. Elsa always wondered who would be waiting at the end of her thread. What was he like? How did he look like? When will they meet? Will they ever meet? These questions always raced through her mind when she looked at the dainty string.
"Look out!" Anna yelled and Elsa looked up to see a boy running really fast in her direction.
Then the two collided in the most bruising way. She landed and fell on her butt while he fell on his knees.
The boy then stood up and offered a hand to Elsa. "Sorry about that."
Her hand was reaching toward his until she saw it, the end of her red string tied around the pinkie finger of the man that she had collided with.
"N-No. It's okay." She said, finally grabbing his hand and hoisting herself off the ground.
"I'm Jack by the way."
"Elsa."