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Existence
Chapter Three: Conceal.
By: AlienSnowflake (Formerly PPLyra)

I haven't seen Elsa at school for eleven days after the incident at the cafeteria and here she is, all hurt because of what I've done. It was starting to get colder than before. To Anna, it wasn't her thing staying rigid as a statue when she was freezing cold from the sudden change of the atmosphere. Even her lips were still. They went dry from the cold that she had to lick her lips to moisten them. Moving her body was one of the things her body does when she was cold, but somehow she was just sitting there. She had been staring at the Ice Queen in awe for a while now.

One old looking, short grey-haired man came to view. "Monsterr!" he yelled, pointing at Elsa. With his force at the tip of his hand, he ended up slipping on ice. He sat up and sneezed. A bit of snot came out of his nostril so he wiped it off and shivered slightly. He then looked at Elsa again. His fake wig ripped off and he doesn't realized. "Monster!" he repeated.

Elsa looked at him in fear and hatred. She didn't like being called a monster. She looked at her fingerless blue and black striped gloves. No, Elsa. Conceal. She started to breathe deeply and she closed her eyes. Don't feel, Elsa. Conceal, don't feel. You can do this. Like how Papa and Mama taught you. Her fingertips started to shake. Conceal, don't- feel! "Nuugh!" Elsa exclaimed, ripped her eyes open and clenched her fists really hard, trying to control herself. Her knuckles were turning white and ended up making her palms bleed a little from her long uneven nails. Small amount of blood stained her cotton gloves. Oh, God. No! Elsa! Conceal, don't feel! Don't let them know! Her hands were shaking uncontrollably now. She placed her clenched hands onto her head and her face was strained. She gulped whatever that was inside her mouth and her throat ended up being dry. Concealdon'tfeelconcealdon'tfeel! Don'tletthemknow! She let out a small growl.

That second, Elsa stood up and bolted away and passed through people. Her shoes didn't slip. It was like the ice was nothing to her. "Wait up!" Anna called out, getting on her knees. It was very slippery. Elsa made it look so easy running off on ice like it was nothing. Anna looked up and picked up the console that the other girl had left. She closed it quickly and slipped it inside her bag. She then tried to stand up again. "Woaah!" After a few stumbles, Anna finally stood up and followed Elsa.

Luckily she was still in sight.

The ice was no longer to be seen to wherever Elsa was heading to. Anna then picked up her speed to catch up at the runaway girl. During PE classes, she was always the first girl in every running races. This was her chance to shine. Elsa was sprinting passed people and sometimes crashing onto them, but she kept going. Behind her, the strawberry-blonde haired girl clumsily ran passed the people, saying, "Sorry!", "Excuse me!", "Out of the way!" and "Coming through!"

From hearing her voice, Elsa turned around and saw Anna. Not looking to where she headed, she suddenly crashed onto a table of a cafe. The people who were seated there were slightly shocked. One woman grabbed her purse and gripped it close to her. The other woman moved back. Elsa was on her knees from the accident, but before she could get away, Anna reached to her. "Stop running away from me!" she exclaimed.

When Elsa's balance was back, she quickly stood up, but Anna grabbed on her by the hoodie to prevent her getting away. "Eoowch!" Elsa exclaimed. She stopped and turned around to face Anna. She was taller and had to look down, tugging her shirt. "Fucking God damn it, girl! Stop stalking me!"

Anna looked at her, her grasp on the other girl was tighter. "No," she said, calmly. "Why did you run?!"

Elsa sighed and looked down. The chilly wind made Anna shiver, but it doesn't effect Elsa. She just stood there. "Did..." she said after a minute of silence, "did Vanellope or someone else paid you to talk to me?" she asked. "Yet breaking my 3DS as well?"

Anna was confused that she raised an eyebrow. "Wait, what?" she replied. "That chick who owns the cafeteria? No! I just want to replace your 3DS. It's my responsibility to replace it because I broke it." She saw the taller girl shaking her head in frustration. "I said... I want to replace your-"

"You don't understand, do you?!" Elsa interrupted. "As I said before, that Glaceon themed 3DS is limited edition and it was given to me by someone who already past away." She clenched her stained fists. "Tha-That's why i-it can't be replaced..."

Anna was stunned. She didn't know what to say. It was sudden that Elsa would just say things like that. "Oh," Anna found her voice, "I'm... so sorry..."

"Well, don't be," Elsa responded quickly. "I was the one who killed her..."

Anna couldn't believe what she just heard. Why would Elsa hurt anyone? She seemed harmless from the way she was treated a few days ago. She surely didn't look like someone who can hurt anything, even a fly. The strawberry-blonde haired girl let go off the shirt she held and walked closer to the taller girl. "Wait. What do you mean?!" she asked curiously.

Elsa looked up to the other direction she was supposed to be running to before and started to walk away. "I don't have time for this," she sighed.

"Elsa, hold up!" Anna exclaimed, following the other girl and walked by her side, looking at her, but Elsa just seemed to look straight ahead with a poker-faced look.

"I don't know how you knew my real name, but I don't care. Fucking get lost before I lose my temper!" She began to pace faster.

Anna just kept following. She was still looking at her while picking up the pace. "If it makes you feel better, my name is Anna. Though my cousin, Rapunzel, likes to call me Anna-banana. Stupid, huh? My close guy friend, Kristoff, he calls me Feisty-pants. Weird, I say. When I first met him, I wore a dress, yet he called me Feisty-pants! Uhm, so I don't mind what you want to call me. Anna-bandana is fine, if you want. I don't like bandanas, but you get it. ... Wait, what? Oh, God. I'm talking too much crap here!"

Elsa stopped walking and finally looked at Anna straight in the eyes, who stopped walking as well. "Wow," she said, still with a straight face. "Am-u-sing." Her voice sounded so dull.

Anna stared at Elsa's crystal blue eyes and she was confused if Elsa's expressions were like that all the time. Like they remain emotionless like that. She shook her head. "Uhm," she mumbled.

"I'm out of here... since you don't have anything else to say." That moment, Elsa walked off with hands in her pockets.

Letting the taller girl escape, Anna went to the opposite direction to end their conversation.

Elsa made her way home. It was a little far away from her school. She wanted to take the bus earlier, but since she couldn't be assed to go back to where she created tantrum with her ice powers at the bus stop, she called it quits and decided to walk home.

Once she arrived at her house, her father was outside, getting letters from the mailbox. He had dirty brown short hair. He also had a fine looking brown moustache. He wore a simple outfit of white-grey shirt that had small rips and pale faded blue pants. He looked at Elsa, who unlocked the small fence. "How was school?" he asked, looking at his daughter as she walked passed him without looking.

Elsa sighed and kept walking. The tall and messy grass was brushing against her legs. "Meh," she replied. Her house wasn't the most nicest either. The grass was pale green and it was tall. It was up to her knees. Broken plant pots were on the side of the house. The house was quite small and there was no footpath. It was just plain grass she was walking on. She went inside the somehow opened door and walked to the kitchen to open a closet to look for food. There were only a few to be seen. She then decided to grab a packet of opened leftover oreos that were placed on the left side next to a half broken bowl.

Elsa heard her father close the front door and headed inside the house. He placed the letters on the table in the living room. "You never bother talking to me about yourself anymore, Elsa," he said. "Is there something wrong here?"

Elsa closed the closet and looked straight at the door she had closed. "No, Papa. I'm just tired, you know... school."

Her father sighed, knowing she was lying to him. "All right. You can sleep it off, but make sure you're awake before dinner."

Elsa nodded and took an oreo into her mouth to chew it whilst walking away from the kitchen. "I will." She went to her bedroom, past the three steps between the living room and the hallway. Her room was just in the middle. Heavy frost and fog was coming out the bottom of the door. She unlocked her bedroom door and closed it when she went inside. As was mentioned before, her bedroom floor was rarely seen because of her clothes and other things all over the place. Not only her clothes covered the room, there were small particles of ice and floating small snowflakes floating about in mid-air of the room. Small icicles were seen on the bottom of her desk and on the ceiling. The window was frozen shut as it had ice stuck on the edges. If an ordinary person enters her room, they'll end up shivering non-stop. It was exactly -11 degrees cold inside her room. Her walls were covered with thin layer of ice. One wall had the writing I Am So Fucking Happy made in different sized icicles there. They weren't sharp. The point was cut short.

Elsa removed her black bag and threw it on her bed, along with the packet of oreos. She walked over to her drawer and opened it, pulling out a wrinkled gauze bandaid and some small ripped up tissues. She sat herself onto her bed and tried her best to find a decent space to use the sun's light to lead her. Since her room was quite small, it was hard. She then removed her stained gloves. Both of her palms had dried blood stains. Using small amount of water from her drink bottle, she damped the tissue to wipe the dried blood stains from her palms. Bits of red coloured scabs of residues went everywhere on her skin. Fucking ouch! It stung like hell as she kept going.

When both were fairly cleaned, thick dark red liquid oozed out of the open wounds. Elsa just sighed and placed new tissues on top of her opened wounds and wrapped her hands with the gauze bandaids. That should do it... For now. She then grabbed her stained gloves. Looking at them, she realized they were no good to use. And since it was the weekend tomorrow, she didn't have to worry, so she placed them aside to wash later.

Turning her back, she laid down on her bed roughly, making herself bounce off a little. She placed her left injured hand onto her face to wipe it. She inhaled deeply as she saw snowflake marks all over her left wrist. With her right fingers, she ran her finger around the shape. A few of the marks were faded and hardly seen. Others overlapped one another. The look she had while looking at her scars changed. She was about to cry when she didn't want to. Empty and heavy feeling was inside her stomach. So she just rolled to her side and looked at her bandaid palms. They were slowly turning red. Mama... She sniffled....Mama, I miss you! She hugged herself close and couldn't help but to cry. What do I do...?

To be continued...

Author's Rants: Hope you guys now know what the dark part of this story now. I had to split this chapter into two coz I wanted to concentrate with one thing here. Be sure to check my deviantART (Alien-Snowflake) for up coming doodles for this chapter!

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-AlienSnowflake (Formerly PPLyra.)