Okay, so, this is going to be a VERY long chapter. Possibly my longest one yet. It might even stretch into the 4,000's...
Everything had seemed like it was going fine. But here she was, all alone. Just like the usual. Why did the world hate her so much?
Why couldn't he see that she still needed him?
And he had left.
But she assumed that it was all fair. After all, she had left him for three years. She didn't even have the heart to chase after him.
It was raining. Which was strange for Corona, since it was usually known for its sunny weather.
Elsa lifted her head from her knees to look up at the sky.
Rain crashed into her eyes but she just blinked it away.
Squinting into the sky, she could have sworn she saw the clouds move to cover up what little rays of sun made their way through the clouds.
Tears didn't even threaten to come to her eyes. Lately, it was like all of her tears had dried up, even though she had never shed a single one before.
Pain was something she deserved.
She wouldn't get her own pity.
Not now, not ever.
Of course, she was getting ahead of herself.
Let us go back and see what led Elsa to this state...
~Three days previous~
"Okay, I'll see you there, okay?" Elsa waved goodbye to Jack.
"Yeah. I don't think I can handle this, but, I have to sometime." Jack gave her a bittersweet smile.
"That's the spirit," she grinned.
Jack got out of her car, walking up to his house. He paused at the door, waving.
She smiled, giving one more small wave back before watching him disappear into his house.
She sighed, then, wishing him a silent 'good luck' and praying that he wouldn't need it.
She drove off again, back to her home to pack for the summer.
Elsa almost missed Jack's presence in her house.
She gazed over at her picture on her nightstand as she folded a tank top.
It was still in perfect condition. If there was anything that she prized among her possessions, it would be that one simple, yet glorious memory encased forever in a small, silver, and rectangular frame.
She looked up at her clock, checking the time for the third time in the past minute. Still half past five.
Elsa blinked slowly, standing up and brushing off her hands on her jeans.
Her phone buzzed with a new text message.
She went over, sinking sideways on her bed.
Elsa felt her stomach plunge when she read the text.
Stay away from Jack
A blocked number.
Her first instincts told her that it was the one who hated her in the first place.
She furrowed her brow and typed a response.
Jasmine, how did you get my number?
An immediate reply read;
I am not Jasmine. Trust me when I say to stay away.
Elsa suddenly felt angry. How dare Jasmine go through the trouble to find her number, tell her to stay away from Jack when they were...friends? SHe didn't know what they were. But, anyways, back on her train of thought, Jasmine must truly hate her.
Jasmine, if you'll please stop playing your silly games. Jack and I are just friends.
Aside from the two times he's kissed you, her subconscious whispered to her thoughts. She blushed as she hit 'send.'
I've told you, this is not Jasmine. When you get to school, you better be in the practice room at three o' clock.
She scoffed to herself, furiously typing a reply.
Like hell. Leave me alone.
You leave me no choice. Remember that I gave you a chance...
She didn't wait for the person to not reply. She immediately went to block the number.
Elsa threw her phone down on the bed, panting.
Jasmine wouldn't do anything too rash...right? The worst thing she had done was maybe cause a little physical damage, and if that's what it took to get her off of her back then she could deal with it.
She couldn't worry over threats that Jasmine had sent. She could always involve adults if things got out of hand. Elsa would just have to stay close to Jack until then.
She went downstairs to get a glass of water. She sipped it lightly, then returned upstairs with it to resume packing.
In the morning, her phone buzzed again.
For a second, she got worried, but she relaxed when she saw that it was only Jack.
Hey Elsie, just wanted to let you know that I'm not going to be able to make it there until late. Thanks for everything again, see you soon.
She smiled, but decided against replying.
She had a long drive, she might as well get started.
After a long goodbye to Bob and Catheryn, she was headed out the door.
"Oh! And Ka- er, Elsa! Tell your boyfriend that he's welcome here anytime!" Catheryn called cheerily.
Elsa blushed fiercely. "He's not my boyfriend!"
Catheryn and even Bob raised their eyebrows. "Really?"
"Bye, guys," she said firmly, climbing into her car.
She could hear them laughing in the distance.
She glanced in her rearview mirror and felt her heart warm to see them waving.
She waved back, then settled down in the driver's seat for the long drive ahead of her.
After she had gotten checked into the main office, she saw that only a few other people had already arrived.
Hiccup wasn't here yet either, so she decided to hang around in her dorm until then.
She brought out her phone, telling Hiccup to text her when he arrived and laid back down.
A knock sounded on her door.
She looked around, confused. Did someone maybe get the wrong door?
She hesitantly got up, cracking the door open.
"Hello?"
She didn't get another word in, because one second later something wet and fuming with chemicals wrapped itself around her mouth and she blacked out.
~An unknown amount of time later~
Elsa coughed as she sat up. It was dark where ever she was.
What had happened again?
Oh right.
Someone had kidnapped her...
Her eyes snapped open when she realized that.
She struggled to get up, but couldn't move.
She then realized that she was bound.
"N-no," she whimpered. "Help."
She looked around, starting to get scared.
Starting?
Who was she kidding.
She was terrified.
"Jack," she breathed, desperate to her own ears.
"How sweet," someone voiced from the shadows.
It was a deep voice, definitely not female.
"W-who's there?" Elsa squeaked out.
She heard the male voice laugh.
"I have an exact plan on revenge. And you're getting quite involved, must I admit, Miss Summers."
She cringed. "I-It's Hope."
"What, the small hope that you have that Jack will come to save you?"
"No," she gritted her teeth. "My name is Elsa Hope."
"Of course. Not Summers, God forbid the thought that you had a tie with your sister."
She struggled even farther.
"Don't mention my sister!" She shrieked. A shiver made its way through her body.
A draft, her mind recognized.
Outside?
But what really worried her was how whoever this person was had learned about Anna.
The voice laughed again.
"Please, I demand you let me go," Elsa tried in her best formal tone.
He heard the person hesitate, as if he was amused, not thinking.
"No." He said simply. Elsa could almost hear the smirk.
She growled, but it came out as a whimper.
"How pathetic. You know, Jack will never care for you. He never has, in any case."
"You don't know anything," she called out shakily.
"Oh, I know plenty. I know who you are, Elsa Hope, I know your greatest fears-"
She scoffed. "And how would you know my fears?"
"I can read you like a book. Just the way you carry yourself gives it away. And your history confirms it."
She felt herself shaking, but she steadied herself with a deep breath.
"You're afraid that no one will accept you ever again. You must suffer from severe survivor's guilt from the crash to change who you are. But you're sister lived. Unless, the crash was your fault..."
She felt broken. She had been thinking those words for the past three years, but to actually hear them aloud was devastating.
"My fault," she whispered. She felt like the tears should be hanging in her eyes right about now, but she remained as dry-eyed as ever, the tears didn't even come to her eyes.
"Exactly. Jack doesn't and won't ever care about you. After all, you left him. He must hate you."
"He doesn't hate me," she said, but she didn't feel so sure.
Somewhere, her conscious was screaming at her that she knew that this wasn't true. But his voice had an effect of creeping into her mind and messing with her head. It seemed to form its own opinion in her mind, causing an extremely torturous internal argument.
The male's voice surrounding her did nothing to help it.
Snap out of it, Elsa. You know this isn't true.
"He doesn't care. How could anyone care for a monster like you?"
Yes, how could one? It was all your fault. Why couldn't you have just acted like normal?
No, Jack cares about you. Remember how heartbroken he was for those years?
"Everyone hates you, and you drown in your sorrows. But it's you who brought yourself down."
Don't listen to them! You know it isn't true!
But it is, you see. It is true, and you know it. Give in to the fear, Elsa.
No! There are people who care for you!
Give in.
Elsa, Jack cares for you. He always has, he always will.
Give in, girl.
He always will, no matter what happens...
Give in. Give in. Give in.
No...
The voice of reason went from desperate shouts to fading echoes in her mind.
Elsa whimpered as she felt her own fears closing around her.
"Stay. Away. From. Jack." The male voice hissed in her ear.
Her hands were unbound and she fell to the floor.
It was hard and cement, but definitely pavement. She was definitely outside.
She shivered to herself, and curled into a fetal ball.
She heard him laugh.
"No one will ever care for you."
And just like that, she felt him vanish.
She choked back a sob, but still, no tears dared to even touch her eyes.
Have you ever been surrounded by an unknown person, voicing all of the thoughts that had been tearing you apart for three straight years?
It may not seem like much to crumble Elsa to pieces, but that's exactly what that person had done.
Elsa always thought of herself as a strong person.
But to hear him in her head, with all of those damn voices fighting in her head, the darkness had won over.
She shut her eyes closed as tightly as they could, and had no idea how long she stayed there, all alone in the dark.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
It could have been hours, it could have been days, it could have been years, and Elsa wouldn't have known.
But when she felt someone gasp and run over to her, she couldn't move.
"Elsa, oh God, what happened?"
"Jack?" She croaked in a whisper. She felt hopeful, but then remembered the pain she had endured for ignoring his desires.
"No, it's Hiccup. What happened?" He demanded again.
"Oh," she melted down, feeling relief. She couldn't look at Jack now. She had been pushed in a deep and dark and dangerous abyss, and she honestly had no idea how to get out. She was lost, and this time she had no idea how she could ever be found.
"Come on, let's get you out of here," Hiccup picked her up bridal style, and she closed her eyes and buried her head in her best friend's chest.
She felt herself aching for Jack, but she pushed the need away.
Elsa didn't- no, couldn't need Jack anymore. The abyss would make sure of that.
She fell asleep looking at the night sky.
It was so dark outside. There were no clouds, no stars, nothing to separate where the sky ended and where infinity began. There was no end to the darkness.
She might as well have been looking at her soul.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
As soon as he hung up the phone, Jack had immediately sprinted at a dead run to Elsa's dorm.
He had just gotten back to BPAA after an extremely stressful and ignorant act with his parents.
That's when Hiccup called.
He burst into the room, immediately seeing Hiccup pacing the room.
"Hey," he said halfheartedly.
"How is she?"
"Still won't tell me what happened."
Jack pushed past him to see Elsa.
She looked completely normal. She was sitting cross-legged on her bed, hands cupped together in her lap. Her braid was slightly messy and he could see dark shadows under her eyes from where he stood.
"Elsa?"
Nothing.
"Elsa, it's me."
He sat down, cringing at the creakiness of the bed.
Her position was shifted to stay upright, but she still did nothing to acknowledge him.
"Elsa, it's Jack-"
She suddenly snapped her head up to look at him.
He nearly fell off the bed, but ended up catching himself and stumbling back a few paces.
Elsa's eyes were completely blank.
He had never seen anything like it.
It was like she couldn't see him, like she was looking straight past him...like he was invisible.
"E-Elsa?" He asked quietly.
She blinked slowly, staring up at his eyes. It was still like she wasn't really looking at him.
She then seemed to notice him, and the saddest look crossed her face.
It was so sad, it broke Jack's heart. She looked completely lost and broken, like she had lost all purpose and reason.
"Elsa," he cooed, coming over to set his hand down on her arm.
When he did, he immediately pulled it back.
As soon as his hand touched Elsa's arm, she seemed to spasm like Anna had that one day at the coffee shop.
She whimpered and cried out before tucking her knees beneath her chin, muttering something over and over.
He leaned as close as he dared to try and hear.
It almost broke his heart again.
"It's all my fault, it's all my fault, it's all my fault."
His face softened, but he didn't know what to do.
"Elsa?"
"It's all my fault, it's all my fault."
"Elsa?"
"It's all my fault."
"Elsa." He said with a harsh tone.
She stared deep into his eyes, seeming to see him finally.
Elsa opened her mouth, but closed it again.
"It's all my fault," she told him.
He sighed.
He couldn't help himself. He crawled into the bed with her, laying her down on her side and cradling her close to him.
He breathed into her hair, tears prickling his vision.
Jack felt Elsa curl up against his side, shivering.
He stroked her hair with his free hand, trying to comfort her.
"All my fault..." he heard her whisper.
He felt her nod off and her breathing slowed.
As soon as he was sure she was asleep, he kissed her head lightly.
"No matter what you say, no matter what happened, it's not your fault."
She whimpered again, subconsciously scooting closer into him.
He took a deep breath, and breathed, "I love you, Elsie."
He felt himself start to drift off to sleep.
"Always have, always will," he murmured before succumbing to the peacefulness.
Elsa woke the next morning, with a funny feeling.
She felt safe...secure...
She carefully turned herself to look over her shoulder.
Jack was still asleep.
She stiffened.
Jack.
She quietly slipped out of bed, walking out to the living space.
Hiccup was crashed out on the couch, softly snoring.
She would have giggled if she hadn't remembered yesterday.
Elsa got a blanket and laid it over Hiccup, walking to the fridge to pull out a vanilla milk.
As she poured her milk into a glass, she was having trouble recalling exactly what happened after Hiccup had found her.
She remembered Jack was suddenly there, but she didn't want him to be there.
No, scratch that. She had wanted him there more than anything else in the world, but she couldn't have him there. She was both physically and mentally incapable of enduring that suffering again.
Truthfully, Elsa couldn't understand what had made her so frightened about the encounter.
It was just a voice telling her things. It was just her by herself, she had come out of it unharmed...
But you know that's not true.
She sighed in agreement.
Something about the way his voice had wormed itself into her mind, planting a seed of doubt and growing it into a ravenous and overtaking weed of terror.
Elsa shivered at the thought of it.
"Elsa?"
She whipped around at the voice.
Jack had walked out. He yawned.
"Are you okay?"
She dropped the milk, sending glass shattering everywhere.
"What? I'm up!" Hiccup jumped off of the couch, but paused when he saw Elsa and Jack.
"Um, guys?"
"Elsa, are you okay?" Jack asked, trying to find a way to get around the glass.
Elsa looked far from okay. Horrified seemed fitting.
She looked down at her shaking hands. There was a long single gash running from her thumb down to the start of her wrist.
"Elsa? Are you bleeding?" Jack asked.
She looked back up at him.
Stay. Away. From. Jack.
Stay. Away.
"Just stay away," she pleaded.
"Elsa?"
"Leave me alone, Jack."
"I'm not going to-"
"I need to be alone, Jack!" She cried, leaping over the glass and sprinting for the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her.
How else was she supposed to get rid of him?
She was so scared. She could hear her heart beating a thousand times a minute.
She couldn't see Jack.
It only made the fear grow.
She was hurting him.
And there was nothing that the voice of reason could say or do to convince her otherwise.
No matter how much it begged and pleaded and screamed.
Jack just felt confused.
Why would Elsa flip out on him like that?
It just made no sense. She had run to the bedroom, so he should go see what was up.
She said that she needed to be alone, but he wasn't so sure of that. No one wanted to be alone. Not even Elsa. Even if she thought she needed to be.
He carefully avoided the glass shards and slowly crept up to the door.
He knocked three times.
"Elsa?"
No response.
"I'm going to come in there if you don't let me in."
Still nothing. Wait. He heard a sigh.
It was very close to the door, yet low. He assumed that she was kneeling against the door, head resting on her knees and trying to figure out what to do.
He slid to a sitting position, bumping his head back on the door.
"Elsa, I know you're in there. Please come out. I need to talk to you."
He heard her sigh again.
"Jack, leave," she whispered.
"Not gonna happen."
"Jack, I want you to leave." She said harshly.
Jack was almost taken back.
She had sounded so cold.
"Elsa?"
"I-I don't want you here!" She cried. He felt her leave the door in a hurry.
Jack got up.
"Elsa?"
There was nothing.
Elsa, meanwhile, was crouched in the far corner of the room, feeling ashamed.
She didn't want to push Jack out, but she felt like that was the only way.
She didn't know what else to do.
To someone else, the answers may have seemed obvious. But Elsa was still in a traumatizing fit of panic, she didn't know what to do.
So she did the only thing she knew how to do; shut him out.
But he would keep coming back.
She needed a way to make sure that he wouldn't.
It would probably kill her more than him, but she was okay with that.
After all, that was the way things had always been, right?
She thought about something strong enough that would make Jack push himself away.
She sorted through her dust-collected memories, searching for some meaningful ones.
Looking back on them, it was hard to keep watching. But she needed to do this.
Everything just seemed so happy.
But it wasn't to Elsa.
The clouds were all gray, the sun wasn't shining, the kids at school weren't happy.
Nothing was happy.
Everything was wrong.
She walked up the steps to her school, no one acknowledged her. No one read the newspaper, no one knew what had happened.
She heard a distinct laugh that she would have recognized anywhere.
She glanced over to find Jack sitting with some of the athletes.
He had started to become popular since sports started, but she was happy for him.
Elsa really wanted to talk to her best friend, to break down and tell him everything. She had been looking forward and dreading this moment. He needed to know. If anyone, he would understand.
She started to walk over, but before he caught her eye, she paused.
How could she ever tell anyone this?
Elsa started to walk away, but still going to forward so as not to seem like she was about to go to him.
Jack suddenly looked up, she saw him in the corner of her eye.
She briefly looked over, and he smiled and waved.
She had only been gone for that Tuesday and Wednesday, he wouldn't think too much of it.
He was still smiling.
Elsa then did something that was unfamiliar to both of them.
She didn't smile back, she didn't wave back, she didn't do anything.
Instead, she turned away and kept walking.
She imagined Jack frowning, but shaking it off and going back to his new friends.
A couple days ago, that simple act of ignorance would have hurt Elsa. But now, she was grateful for it. For once, she didn't want him to come after her.
And he didn't.
She took a stabilizing breath.
That was the first day back. When everything had changed.
When she had first started to ignore Jack.
At first, he had tried to talk to her, tried to make an effort to reach out to her. But she had snapped at him and shut him out. He still tried to get her attention, but she never did anything.
It was hard to shut him out, but she had managed. She couldn't deal with him knowing, just like now.
"Elsa!" Jack greeted cheerily. This was the first time she had actually approached him in two weeks, so he must have been overjoyed.
"Jack," she said politely.
"What's up? What's wrong? You haven't talked to me in two weeks," he jumped down from the tree branch, landing squarely in front of her.
She automatically took a step back, and she saw Jack's face slightly fall. She felt something clench in her heart.
"Jack, I..." She grinded her teeth together.
"What's wrong, Elsie?" He asked, sudden concern in his eyes. She felt so grateful to have a friend like him.
"I..." She couldn't do this. What had she been thinking?
"I'm sorry, this was a mistake," she said curtly, before gathering her books again and walking off.
"Wait, Elsa!" He called, chasing after her.
"Please leave me alone, Jack," she said, hugging her books closer.
"Elsa, you can tell me anything," he said, walking sideways and trying to catch her eye.
"I'm moving," she blurted out.
They both stopped.
Jack's jaw had dropped slightly, and Elsa still refused to look at him.
After a while, Jack closed his mouth, looking hurt.
"When?"
She shut her eyes, turning away.
"Tomorrow," she lied.
"What?" He exclaimed. "You're moving tomorrow and you're just now talking to me?"
She nodded.
"Is this why you wouldn't talk to me?"
She nodded again.
Maybe if she didn't say anything, he wouldn't see the lie.
"C-can we at least walk to school together?"
She looked up at him, and he was biting his lip nervously.
She smiled. "I'd like that."
He grinned, then turned it into his infamous smirk.
"Well come on!"
He grabbed her hand and started to run down the street, laughing.
Elsa stumbled along beside him, suddenly realizing how much she'd miss him.
When they finally slowed to a walk, neither of them realized that they were still holding hands.
Elsa liked that one. That was the last memory that she had of them being happy together.
She remembered when school let out and they had walked home together. That wasn't exactly a pleasant one.
"So," Jack stated awkwardly.
Elsa cleared her throat.
"Thank you, Jack. For everything. I'm gonna miss you," she admitted truthfully.
"Me too. But hey, we'll email all the time, right?"
She nodded.
But she didn't promise.
"I should go now," she said, nearing the neighborhood.
"Can't you do a few more things before you have to go pack?"
She shook her head. She couldn't tell him that they were coming at five. That she was already packed.
But he had a game after school which conveniently started at five and ended at eight.
"Come on, please?"
"No, Jack," she said firmly.
"Why don't you want to do anything?" He said, frustrated.
Elsa felt anger bubble up inside of her.
"Well, I'm sorry. It's not exactly my fault that we're moving!"
She froze.
'My fault...'
But it was her fault.
It was all her fault.
She hung her head in shame, walking off.
"Elsa, why do you have to be leaving? I need you!"
She stopped again.
Jack came up to her, planting himself in front of her.
"Please? You're the only one who's always there for me, I need you," he whispered.
"I'm sorry, Jack," she whispered, pushing past him and leaving him by himself in the middle of the sidewalk.
That was the last time she would ever see him in a while, but at least she told him what she needed to.
That was it!
She couldn't have him chasing after her.
~The next day~
Elsa woke with dim light in her eyes.
The sky was clouded over with clouds.
Strange. Normally, Corona wasn't like this.
She rubbed her eyes and stretched, feeling rested and relaxed for only a moment before the dawn of yesterday came to mind.
She curled herself in a ball for a minute or so, just closing her eyes to reality.
Then, she woke up and dressed in some jeans, a dark blue tank top and her blue leather jacket.
She rebraided her hair, slipped on her glasses, and took a deep breath.
Now or never.
She slowly opened the door, finding Hiccup asleep on her couch again.
No Jack anywhere.
She sighed in relief and stepped out.
Of course she had to land on a creak and wake Hiccup up.
"Oh, hey, Elsa?" He called sleepily.
"Uh, sorry Hic, got to run, later!' She said, dashing out the door.
"Elsa, wait!" He said, but she was already gone.
She only stopped five minutes later to catch her breath.
She had somehow ended up outside, with no idea how, though.
She was still on school grounds, obviously, but she didn't exactly know where.
"Elsa?"
She froze.
Why did the world hate her?
She swallowed.
"Hey, Elsa," Jack came running up to her, his gym bag slung over his shoulder.
"Jack," she said curtly.
"What's wrong, what happened with last night?"
"I...don't want to talk about it," she started out sadly, but pulled her professional face on and continued.
"Elsa, wait," he said as she started to walk away.
"Jack, leave me alone," she said with a warning tone.
"No, you can't make me-"
She spun around on her heels, mustering all the courage inside of her to say the awful words that was about to come out of her mouth.
"Jack, leave me alone, I don't need you!" She hissed and stormed off.
She hadn't looked at him too closely, otherwise she would have seen the hurt flash across his face.
"What is your problem?" He shouted, surprisingly close.
She sighed heavily, trying to shut his voice out as he followed her.
"Why do you shut me out? Everything was going perfectly fine, then you just decide that I'm, what, not worth it?"
"Jack, enough," she warned, hunching her shoulders up.
"Why do you shut the world out? What is your problem? I thought everything was fine, what happened?"
"I said, enough!" She shouted, turning to face him with practiced hatred in her eyes.
Jack took a step back from her gaze.
"You have to tell me what happened," he pleaded.
"Listen, I don't have to tell you anything, okay? I don't want you here, I don't need you here, and I wish you would just leave me alone!"
She stopped ranting on, panting at her sudden outburst.
He cringed at her, and it took all of her self control to keep the burning flame in her eyes.
She fed the fire with everything that she had, for that's what it would take to keep this act up.
He didn't say anything for a while, they just stood in the silence.
"Be careful what you wish for," he whispered.
She blinked in surprise. He...did he remember what she had said to him that night?
His mouth formed a hard line and his voice had a dangerous edge to it. "You just might get it."
He left then, leaving on the last word.
As soon as he rounded the corner, her shoulders slouched down again inch by inch.
Ever so slowly, she fell to the ground.
She huddled to herself on the ground, not caring about the dirt and germs that littered everywhere.
She dragged herself to the wall, tucking her knees to her chest.
No tears came.
Her heart throbbed, her chest ached, and her throat felt caught on something, but she didn't cry.
Why, she didn't know.
It was like all of her tears had dried up despite the fact that she hadn't shed a single one since...well, forever.
Here she was, and here she would stay.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
And that was how she ended up by herself, the pouring rain overhead, and crying with dry eyes.
The wind picked up, but, strangely, she didn't shiver.
With the smallest wind
We fall like leaves
And the rain washes everything away
We forget who we are
We can't see in the dark
But the crowd will come and take away who we are
Staring up at the rain, she hated how things turned out.
She didn't want to fight with Jack to make him leave her, but, maybe it was for the best.
How to fix everything, that wasn't in her knowledge.
Omg, the feels with this chapter.
But guess what guys, 5,000 words and counting! Definitely my longest chapter yet.
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J.R.; hear what?!
P.N.4700; nothing! Nothing! Sorry that Grace ate your cookies, she will be severely punished. Although, to escape, you do realize she could turn into a- and I'm gonna shut up now before I give away everything about The Shifters...
ATA: *sigh* yes, that was. And I cannot yet because having multiple stories going on is stressful. And lol cool. Don't worry, it's not abandoned, but it is kind of discontinued until further notice... I have neither the time nor inspiration to write two or even three stories at the same time. But I will get back to it...eventually. And don't worry, I'll include your characters.
Falcon88: I figured that, which was why I put that footnote at the very beginning. I mean...I totally knew you guys would react like that cuz I am psychic! Duh. And idk myself, actually.
Rose: Hmm...we shall see. And for Elsa's Big Reveal to Anna I was planning for more feels overload. If that makes sense whatsoever.
scarlet knight: haha, yeah
shobbs10: calm yourself, and remain calm for your review to this chapter!
Okay, sorry I couldn't answer all of you guys, I am already in the 5,000 words so g2g, see ya next chapter!