Dear readers, I'm not very good with accents so from here one it will be up to your minds to imagine the way how characters sounds. But please fell free to give me some tips on how to write accents in the comments. Please and thank-you, enjoy!
CHAPTER 6-Milk and Cookies
Elsa woke up slowly, her eyes are still closed, but her ears were working. She instantly recognized Anna's unruly snoring and was immediately filled with relief, as for other sounds there was none. Her other senses were slowly coming alive as well, and they were confusing her. What she thought she should be feeling was cold hard chains around her wrists and legs, her body should be lying on stone damped ground, but instead, she felt warm and comfy. She was lying on a plumb mattress, and the softest blanket she has ever felt in her entire life was draped up to her chin. There was still the smell of clean fresh air, but now there was a tiny hint of wet plants, similar to moist nature during the morning with dew drops.
Her vision was a bit blurry when she opened her eyes, blinking a few times to adjust them as she forces herself to look around. The bed she's in was across from Anna's, who was still sleeping like there was no care in the world. The room they are in is a cozy little room, though the ceiling was a bit low. There were only simple furnishings: a wooden table with two chairs, a small couch against one of the walls, two wardrobes, and there was even a carpet near the door. The highlight of the room was a stained glass window next to Elsa's bed. It is shaped in a diamond, designed with smaller diamonds within it, and colored in all the possible shades of pink of when sunlight hits the clouds just right. With such a design, it resulted in lighting the room with blush diamond shape lights.
It was such a nice little room, her body was still heavy from her deep sleep and Elsa wanted nothing more than just to go back to sleep. But focusing on the memory of the attack, and the multiple questions rising in her mind, Elsa forces herself to get up. Beyond the door she hears someone humming as they got closer towards the room. She got up quickly, a bit clumsily as she climbed out of bed. Just as so, the door opens with a very large man—his back facing her, did his best to squeeze his way through the small narrow door.
Once he got in, he had to bend down a little to avoid hitting his head on the low beams. The man took notice of Elsa. "Ah, you're finally awake!" said the man in a thick rich Russian accent, surprising Elsa. "Well, one of you. Milk and cookie?" he asks, offering the snack and refreshment on the tray he held. Despite the strange offer, he was still a very intimidating man. He had a long white beard, along with white hair that was slickly pulled behind his head, revealing a bold forehead. Elsa noted his tattooed arms, on the right it has the word NAUGHTY, while on the other, NICE. She than noted his clothes. He was wearing thick wool clothing; his pants stretching all the way to his belly held by a wide sash, his long sleeve shirt was rolled-up. Overall, he was clad in a rich red color, which stands out among the colors of pink similar to Elsa's own blue garment. "You don't want these Elsa?" asked the man when Elsa didn't reply, "They have chocolate in them, yours and Anna's favorite." He tempts her.
"How, do you know our names?" asked Elsa, now somewhat fully alarm. To be honest, she was still feeling rather tired, and still couldn't think straight yet.
The man took notice of it. "Perhaps you should sleep more, you are still very tired yes? Sandy's dream sand is quite powerful, takes a little-while to ward off if you're not use to it."
"Wait-wait-wait, who's Sandy—who are you? Where are we? Where are my guards, the crew, Lukas-?"
"Elsa!" The man call a bit too harshly, "You must calm down."
Behind her, she could hear the familiar sounds of ice forming. When she looks back, she was shock. She had frozen her whole bed in an instant. Elsa couldn't understand, she has complete mastery over her power by now. Though the full potential of it is still unknown, but the level of fear and panic within her at the moment, shouldn't be uncontrollable. Not after all that she and Anna have gone through.
"Elsa," said the man more gently, like a loving father encouraging his child to take a chance. "I know what you are thinking and I need you to listen. The level of control you have over your magic in your world is different here. This world and many others, are filled with magic; the earth, water, and air breaths with it. Because so, it increases the magical ability of those who can use magic, including yours Elsa, even if you are human."
Elsa understands the gist of it, but as her panic increases, so does her ice as it fans out from the bed crossing over to the walls. "I can't stop it, why can't I control my powers anymore?!"
"Of course you can," spoke the man encouragingly. "You must try harder though, feel it even stronger! Detail your love Elsa. Imagine; see Anna being Anna, what you love about her, her laugh, her goofiness. See Olaf with his big smile…" As the man continues to paint the pretty picture for Elsa to concentrate on, her mind begins to calm. Her eyes closed for better clarity. The corners of her lips stretched into a soft smile, her body felt relax, following the steady rise and fall of her chest. She opens her eyes and turn to the bed, touch its edge, and the ice soften becoming snow. It condenses to slim streams swirling gracefully in the air before fading away, only leaving behind cool air. "Well done Elsa."
Elsa looks at the man, and he was smiling a grand smile with a hint of rosy cheeks. She felt a bit better now but not enough. The picture he had her focus on was too detailed, how did he know so much about them? And how did he know about her power, let along how to control it? "…I am sorry about the ice but…who are you, how do you know who we are?"
"To be specific, I use to know you and your sister, when you were only children. In fact, I know all the children in the world. Naughty, or Nice." He chuckled at his own joke, in which Elsa didn't understand how that was funny. The man settles down into one of the chairs, "Last call for cookies Elsa, otherwise I will eat them myself."
"You have yet to answer my other question Sir-…I'm sorry, what is your name? And no thank-you, I'll pass on the cookies."
The man smile at her, and nodded his head towards the sleeping Anna. "I will answer all the questions you have once Anna is awake, so that the both of you can hear. But for now, my name, I go by a few. But I have always liked to be called North."