Day fifteen – Sunday
I wandered aimlessly around town, hands in my pockets. It had been five days since I had told Elsa of my powers, and I hadn't seen her since.
Five days since she had taken my heart and torn it to shreds.
It was a terrible cliché, but it was true; I had fallen in love with Elsa, and I hadn't even noticed.
That's how love strikes you – it creeps up on you really slowly and then all at once you realise that it's captured your heart already and you're helpless before it.
I turned down the path, walking away from the shops and down to the park where I had spoken with Elsa that night.
I sank down onto the bench, staring at the beautiful view in front of me and sighed.
People who loved another person unreservedly had always annoyed the hell out of me. They were opening themselves to such pain and hurt, and they were so damn happy about it! They overlooked the most awful flaws, ignored the fact that the person they loved had hurt them, or abandoned them, or whatever, and just kept loving the same idiot unreservedly.
Except I got it now. I could understand why so many people humiliated themselves chasing after someone that they loved so much. Because, that's what I would do.
The pain of facing rejection again and again would be nothing compared to the pain of giving up; to resigning yourself to the fact that the person you loved was forever beyond your reach, because what would be the point of living then? You'd collapse in on yourself, a shell of who you had been.
Of course, sometimes it is better to just move on. You thought you knew them, but you had no idea that they could do that to you, you never know who they might become, it's better to wait etc., but that is where I had the advantage; I knew Elsa.
I understood her completely, far more than anyone else could, far more than she probably understood herself, and I loved her for what I knew more than just for her looks or her personality; I loved her wholly and completely, every part of her, every thought, every action. I loved the person beneath her mask, with all of her vulnerabilities and all her flaws.
To me she was perfect.
Which was a hell of a turnaround for a guy who wouldn't even admit to liking her two weeks ago. I grinned, lifted out of my despondent mood.
I stood and nodded decisively. I needed to find a job with more pay; as much as I loved Arendelle Café, I knew that I needed to find a job more suited to me. I needed to talk to Elsa, I needed to explain things to Kristoff...
I was overwhelmed by ideas and possibilities. I turned and walked back to my apartment, grinning every step of the way.
There's always a way out, if you look hard enough.
I'm sorry this is short - my teachers believe that we have to work twice as hard at the end of term so I don't have enough time to write very much. Hopefully the next chapter will be longer.