Sorry I'm late, but for the record our internet was down, then my computer wasn't working, then I wasn't on the computer, and now I'm updating.
Disclaimer: I don't own Rise of the Guardians or Frozen if I did Jelsa would be canon
There we go, I always forget the disclaimer :P
Ok one little thing about Elsa and her parents. Despite the fact that her parents are afraid I find it incredibly unlikely that Elsa would be confined every single day for over a decade. Especially since her parents know that she will one day succeed them. It just doesn't make since.
That's why I made the changes I made and it just makes more since this way.
Ok all done, enjoy.
Chapter 5: Never
The next day came and went. Elsa was left to herself, meals were slipped through the door, but no one entered and no one spoke to her. Fear permeated the air around her.
But strangely...Elsa didn't care. She danced around the room, happy as a cloud. Her mind ever-fleeing from the dreary task of the books stacked on her desk in the corner.
Jack loves me. Jack really loves me. She smiled, humming. And I love him.
When her parents finally summoned the courage to see her, she would tell them. She would tell them she'd leave, she'd let them be alone with her normal sister. Her Anna.
That was the only thing that made her hesitate, that made her want to stay.
Her beloved sister Anna.
Elsa gazed out the window at the snowy carpet that covered everything.
Do you want to build a snowman?
She wiped away the tears that fell from her blue eyes.
"I love you Anna," she whispered. "And that's why I have to leave. Every time you come to my door I break inside and I can't let that keep happening. The more I break, the less control I have and the more dangerous I become."
She leaned against the sill, ice spread from her fingertips, but she didn't shy away, she allowed it to spread from her fingertips.
Her gloves lay discarded on the floor from the night before.
I'll never where those again.
She smiled. Never.
But days turned to weeks, and still Jack didn't come.
"Could he have forgotten?" Elsa would whisper. "No. He wouldn't forget me."
So she waited. She waited and waited. Her prince didn't come.
But one cold winter evening, someone else did. Her parents entered, Elsa didn't fail to see the knights behind them before the door closed.
"Hello mother, father," she greeted.
"Elsa why are you not wearing your gloves?" Father asked.
She picked the untended things from the floor and put her hands behind her back.
I will not wear them.
"May I see Anna?" She asked. Her heart ached for someone, anyone, to talk to. Her loneliness was returning in full force without the soothing friendship and love of her only friend.
"Elsa, have you learned to control your powers?" Father asked.
"Please let me see her," she pleaded.
"Have you learned to control your powers?" He repeated.
"How can I?!" She burst out. "Stuck between four walls day after day!"
"That isn't true-"
"Sure there's the occasional horseback ride, then maybe some tea, and lessons," she said. "I need to get out!"
"Not until your powers are under control-"
"They would be if you'd only help me!" She exclaimed. "I can't just where these gloves and conceal it!" The gloves in her hands froze. She let them fall to the ground and they shattered with a crash!
"We're trying-"
"No you're not!" She interrupted again. "You're afraid of me! You're always tense and nervous around me."
"The ball proved that you haven't yet gained control," mother said. "The Southern Isles princes disappeared, so we can only hope that they don't tell anyone what they witnessed."
"I'm trying to control it," she said. "Maybe Anna can help me-"
"She can't, you're too dangerous to be around…" Father trailed off.
Her eyes widened.
There it is. Everything I've ever feared right there. I am dangerous. I am a monster
"Elsa-"
"No," she cut in. "You're right. I'm dangerous. And you should leave before I hurt you."
Mother looked at him for a moment and he conceded, exiting the room.
"Elsa love, please don't shut me out," mother said gently.
"He's right," she whispered. "Please leave."
"I know you won't hurt me darling."
She was shaking, ice spread from her feet, she could feel it coating her hands.
"Now," she murmured. "Hurry, before I hurt you."
"Elsa-"
"Get out!" She shouted, backing away. "NOW!"
Just in time. Ice exploded around her, icicles protruded from the walls, the floor was covered, the door and window sealed shut.
She was breathing heavily, her entire body shaking.
I can't hurt them.
She ran to the window, sealed shut. She grabbed an icicle and wrenched it from the wall, then smashed at the ice covering the opening. The ice gave, the window still broken from a few weeks ago.
She climbed out the window. A long drop greeted her. She held out her hands. Ice shot from them, she slid down the ledge she'd made, tumbled and came up running.
She ran from everything, ice prints followed in her wake. She went to the first place she could think of. Jack's house.
It was deep in the woods, a little lumber cottage. She bolted to the door, knocking, or rather banging.
"Jack!" She called. "Jack!"
The door was opened by Emma.
"Emma," she breathed, sobbing in relief.
"What are you doing here princess?" Emma asked. "Why are you crying?"
"I-I need help," she said, holding her hands close to her chest. "Please."
"Mom!" Emma called. "Come quick!"
Jadis Overland hurried to the door, then, taking in the situation easily, she immediately pushed Elsa into the house.
"Oh dear, Elsa what happened?"
"I can't control it," she said. "Please help me, where's Jack?"
Absolute silence took over the room.
Elsa looked around, noticing for the first time, Emma and Jane's black clothes, the dark and cold house, the missing laugh of glee that always came from the boy she loved.
She took a stunned step back, her arms falling to her sides limply. Her knees gave way and she fell.
"Jack is…"
She bowed her head, a single tear falling from wide, shocked eyes.
"No…"
Aaaaaaand BOOM!
Did I kill a Main Character-yes
Should I have put that in the description-maybe
Is Elsa heartbroken-uh...DUH
I'm so cruel. I literally sometimes think about my writing and what I do to the characters and think 'wow if they were real I would be so incredibly dead'. Ah...alas the story of a good writer can only end with tragedy. Sort of. Not really.
Stay tuned for the final chapter of Ever Alone coming sometime next week from your cruel neighborhood Jelsa writer.
Until the next time!
*Que the angry shouting amidst maniacal laughter*