I was there when Elsa woke up. We stared at each other for a long time, neither of us saying a word. Selfish thoughts filled my brain, as I thought about the stolen kiss. Had Elsa somehow sensed it? Was she angry? Or...dare I think it: happy?
Then she began laughing.
The laugh wasn't good. It was grating and painful, and I hate it. It was a sound so horrific and demonic, it haunted my deepest and darkest nightmares from then on, for that laugh was a laugh that could have never came from a sane person.
I remember begging her to stop, gripping her hand. Laughing and insanity were two things I wasn't prepared for, you see.
When she started crying, I will guiltily admit, I felt a little better. Crying was an appropriate emotion to be having. But then she started laughing at the same time, and then she screamed, yanking at the wires attached to her, words shooting out of her mouth like blood-soaked bullets.
As all sorts of people flooded into the room, I ran. I ran as far away from her as possible.
But no matter where I went, the laugh refused to stop echoing through my mind.