Trigger warning - Panic attacks
Elsa found herself lost in a mist-covered dreamscape, the air thick and unnerving. Shadowy creatures roamed nearby, oblivious to her presence. She followed a winding trail through the trees, leading her to a crumbling cabin at the heart of the forest. There, a cloaked figure stood, murmuring a sorrowful tale to herself, unaware of Elsa's approach. The atmosphere was heavy with forgotten memories, as if Elsa had unknowingly stepped into a moment meant just for her.
Many years ago, an enchanting tale of a noble knight and a queen captivated the hearts of the people of Iceland. This timeless story resonated deeply, not only because of the profound love shared by the protagonists but also due to the remarkable sacrifices they made for one another.
Jackson Frost and Elsa Arendelle had grown up side by side, their hearts intertwined from an early age. Yet, the depth of their affection remained a secret, hidden from everyone. Despite the intensity of their feelings, their love was forbidden, bound by the stark contrast in their social standings.
Elsa, a spirited princess beloved by her people, shared a deep connection with Jackson, a loyal and tireless royal knight. Though they came from different worlds, their bond was unbreakable, strengthened by the fact that both possessed extraordinary powers, abilities unknown to anyone else.
Upon turning 21, Elsa was crowned queen, and her devoted parents began searching for a suitable prince to stand beside their daughter as her consort. Jackson's parents, equally proud of their only son, began their search for a suitable bride. Both Elsa and Jackson were the apple of their parents' eyes, but fate seemed to have other plans.
For all their shared history, the childhood best friends knew their love could never come to fruition. Jackson, not of royal lineage, had no hope of uniting with Elsa in marriage. Despite the societal boundaries, he summoned the courage to request her hand from the ex-king and queen. Though hesitant at first, both sets of parents, seeing the depth of their children's love, ultimately approved, and plans for a grand public wedding were set into motion.
The news of their forbidden love swept through the kingdom, shocking many but captivating others who admired the romance that had unfolded. Yet not all were pleased by their union. Resistance grew, not only from rival kingdoms but from the nobles within Elsa's own court. Opposition rose to dangerous heights, fueled by jealousy and the whispers of those who believed the match would weaken the realm. Among the staunchest detractors was the infamous Prince Hans of the Southern Isles, who had his own designs on Elsa's heart.
The pressure on their love grew unbearable, culminating in a violent betrayal. When their palace was besieged by a rival empire, their trusted guards turned against them, forcing Elsa and Jackson to reveal their hidden powers in a desperate bid to protect their loved ones. Elsa's ability to conjure ice and snow, and Jackson's mastery of the wind, were no longer secrets. The rumors of their extraordinary abilities spread quickly, and the nobility, fearful of their power, branded them as monsters.
What had once been a love story admired by all became a tale of tragedy, as Elsa and Jackson were forced to flee the very kingdom they had sworn to protect. Despite the scorn and the whispers of betrayal, they remained steadfast in their love, knowing that it was the one thing no one could ever take from them.
The couple's escape was aided by a secretive and mystical village of trolls, ancient beings whose loyalty to the royal family ran deep. But the trolls, cautious of outsiders, agreed to help only on one condition: Elsa and Jack would marry in a clandestine ceremony, witnessed only by Elsa's sister Anna and Jack's best friend.
In the shadows of the enchanted woods, with the trolls' blessings, the former Queen and the royal knight exchanged their vows in a simple, yet deeply meaningful ceremony. No one else could know. Once the vows were spoken, the trolls helped them flee to a distant, hidden mountain where they could live in peace. The location of their sanctuary was kept secret, even from their families, who feared for their safety.
Using their extraordinary powers, Elsa and Jack conjured an ethereal ice castle, its towers shimmering like the northern lights, its walls built from snow and crystal. It was a place where they could finally be free, away from the pressures of royal duties and the hostile world that had rejected them.
A month had passed since their escape, and as the trolls reported, the couple was happy and content. Far below in the kingdom, Elsa's sister, Anna, had been crowned Queen and was now engaged to Kristoff, a prince from the Trosifti-Alz-Isles, who had also played a part in the escape. Though Anna had risen to power, her heart remained with her sister, and she respected their decision to keep their whereabouts secret.
On one peaceful afternoon, Jack and Elsa found themselves tending to their horses, laughing and reminiscing about their childhood adventures. They shared playful banter, their words filled with warmth and joy. In that moment, their love felt eternal. They were wrapped in a bubble of happiness, utterly unaware of the world beyond their ice castle. They had no expectation of visitors, no threats looming on the horizon. The peace they had fought so hard for was theirs at last. Or so they believed.
Out of nowhere, an arrow sliced through the cold air, striking Jack in the back with brutal precision. The impact sent him crashing to the ground, the world spinning into darkness around him. His blood, hot and sticky, seeped through his clothes, staining the cold earth beneath him.
Elsa's heart stopped at the sight. She heard the arrow's deadly song echo through the forest before the silence of the moment drowned her in fear. She sprinted toward him, her legs trembling as she nearly stumbled over the snow-covered branches in her haste.
"Jack!" she cried, her voice breaking as she reached his side. Her eyes widened in horror when she saw the blood pooling around him.
His face was pale, his body growing colder by the second.
He coughed weakly, blood staining his lips, his voice barely a whisper. "You were my rain in summertime...my soft breeze after a storm..."
He fell back, his head resting in her lap, his body trembling with every ragged breath.
Elsa's heart shattered. She placed her hand gently on his cheek, her tears falling freely onto his face, mixing with the blood.
"Don't speak," she pleaded, her voice a strangled whisper. "I can heal you. Please don't...don't talk." She pressed her other hand against his wound, trying to channel her magic, but it wasn't enough. The blood kept flowing.
He managed a faint chuckle, though it was weak and pained. "We both know you can't...Spend these last moments with me, Your Majesty."
"No!" Elsa cried, shaking her head in disbelief.
She was already releasing more magic, but the storm that began to swirl around them wasn't enough to stop the inevitable. "I can heal you," she insisted, though the strain in her voice betrayed her doubt. As her powers drained, she felt the world closing in on her. Her body shook violently, and she coughed up blood.
"No! No, I can heal you!" she whispered desperately.
A single tear, born of pain and love, traced a path down his cheek as he gently took her hand and brought it to his lips. "Elsa...Let me die in your arms. Please let go." Even now, as death reached for him, his concern for her never wavered.
Elsa shook her head fiercely, her heart aching at his words. "Don't you dare say that!" Her voice broke as she whispered his name, trembling with frustration and grief.
"Jackson!"
With trembling hands, he cupped her face, his fingers cold against her skin. "Forget me...and live happily. Live your life to the fullest...for me."
Tears blurred her vision as her hand pressed against his chest. "How?" she asked, her voice breaking. "Without you...I can't."
"I really wished to see your grey hair. Perhaps in another life." He smiled faintly, touching her blonde hair, his breath shallow and ragged, as another trail of blood trickled down his chin. "You will live...because you're my Elsa. The best part of my life...was having you as mine."
His gaze locked with hers, his brown eyes filled with the kind of love that would never fade. As his vision began to blur, she pressed her forehead against his, her heart racing.
"I'm yours," she whispered, her lips brushing his as she clung to the last moments they would ever share. "I always will be."
Jack's eyes fluttered shut, his breathing slowing with every passing second. Elsa's heart seized in terror as she leaned closer to him. "No, no, don't you dare leave me!" Her voice broke, desperate, frantic. She raised her hand, poised to slap him in a wild attempt to bring him back, as though some command could reverse fate. "As your Queen, I order you! You're my knight! Please...Please Jack...don't leave me."
With his last breath, Jack whispered, "I love you, Your Majesty."
And those words, words she had never spoken before, flooded Elsa's heart with grief. "I love you," she whispered, her voice breaking as her fingers trembled against his skin. "I love you so much, Jack...you hear that? I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you." The words felt so useless, but she couldn't stop saying them, unwilling to face the crushing weight of reality. "I love you so much. You know that right? I will always keep loving you Jack...My Jack."
Two months passed before Elsa was finally able to bury him. Alone, she stood beside his grave, wrapping her coat around the stone, as if to keep him warm. "You must be cold," she murmured, her mind shattered by grief. She'd gone mad with sorrow.
The trolls, sensing an unfamiliar energy, hurried to the mountain. It took them months to reach the hidden grave, but when they did, they found Elsa collapsed atop Jack's tomb, her body barely clinging to life. Her hands were still pressed against the grave, holding onto him as if she could somehow will him back.
"Your grace." Pabbie, the village elder, approached with a heavy heart. He tried to move her, but when he saw her face, her final breaths slipping away, his world cracked. A sharp crystal had pierced her heart. It was not an accident. Elsa had taken her own life, fleeing from a future of forced marriage or being used as a weapon by nobles, but mostly because she could not live in a world without Jack. If the trolls didn't come, she would have spent her entire life on her beloved's grave.
Tears streamed down Elsa's face as her eyes searched for a final glimpse of him. "If...if there's...please, Pabbie, you have powers. You have magic. Please, bring him back. I'll give anything. Anything for him. Please." Her words were full of agony. "Jackson...my love...my husband-" And then, just like that, Elsa was gone.
The trolls stood frozen, heartbroken by the sight of the two lovers, dead in each other's embrace, a barrier of mud between them that even death could not erase. Pabbie's heart shattered. If he had even an ounce of the magic his ancestors had once wielded, he would have done anything to bring them back, to unite them in life as they had been in death.
The guilt of what had happened weighed heavily on him. It was one of his own kind, a troll from his village, who had betrayed them, feeding information to Prince Hans. That betrayal haunted Pabbie for the rest of his life, and the guilt consumed him, torturing him until his own death.
Meanwhile, Elsa and Jack's families believed their children had found a secret place to live out their lives in peace, blissfully unaware of their tragic end. The kingdom only knew of their legendary love, the Snow Queen and the Winter Knight. Their rumored powers, their extraordinary bond, became the stuff of legends, and the people spoke of them as heroes.
But the trolls, those who had witnessed the heartbreaking truth, alone carried the memory of the couple's tragic love. They were the only ones who knew how the Snow Queen and the Winter Knight had truly suffered.
And so, their story was passed down through the ages, a tale of love and loss, of sacrifice and tragedy, told in whispers to future generations. The Snow Queen and the Winter Knight-forever remembered, forever mourned, their love an eternal flame in the hearts of those who knew the truth.
The girl cloaked in the cape stood silently for a moment before vanishing into the fog. And with her departure, the nightmare dissolved, leaving only silence and an overwhelming sense of clarity.
At last, Elsa believed in past lives.
Heart pounding and hands trembling, she jolted upright, her skin damp with sweat. The vivid remnants of her dream looped endlessly in her mind, pulling her from bed and urging her downstairs. Each step on the aged wooden floor echoed in the quiet night, the creaking boards a solemn witness to her turmoil.
Reaching the dimly lit living room, Elsa stopped abruptly, her breath catching as her gaze lifted toward the chandelier. Its intricate crystal pieces sparkled faintly, refracting the soft moonlight into glimmers of pale gold. For a moment, her reflection stared back at her in the delicate shards of glass, eyes brimming with unshed tears.
And then it all came crashing down.
She sank to her knees, clutching the cold floor for support, her sobs breaking free in a torrent of grief. The dream had dredged up emotions she hadn't dared confront, the unbearable weight of loss, the pain of reliving her husband's death, and the suffocating guilt that accompanied it.
This was all my fault.
The pieces fell into place, each sharper than the last. Jack's cryptic warnings, the punishment he spoke of, it all led back to her. He had died because of her selfishness, her insatiable need for his love. If she had let him go, allowed him to live his life with someone else, perhaps he would have been alive and happy.
Her chest heaved as the realization clawed its way into her heart. Elsa gripped the cool marble edge of the kitchen island, her jaw tightening as tears streamed down her face.
"This time-" Her voice wavered, raw and trembling. "This time, I'll let him go. He deserves to be happy. He deserves better."
But the words brought no solace.
An agonizing pain flared in her chest, forcing her to clutch at her shirt as she slid to the floor. Her vision blurred, the room spinning wildly. She gasped, desperate for air, each breath sharp and shallow as if her lungs had forgotten how to function.
I killed him.
The thought echoed like a scream in her mind, over and over, until she couldn't think of anything else. Wrapping her arms tightly around her knees, she rocked back and forth, seeking some semblance of control. Slowly, the storm within her eased, the weight of her breathing settling as the crushing tightness in her chest began to fade.
It had been a panic attack. She recognized the signs, the dizziness, the suffocating pressure. She had endured these episodes countless times growing up, but they had slowly disappeared when she moved to Berk.
She let out a bitter laugh, a hollow sound in the quiet room. "Guess you are back," she muttered, her voice tinged with a cruel irony.
Every part of her hurt.
The glow of the moon spilled softly across the room, drawing her attention. Elsa tilted her head toward it, her pale lips trembling as she whispered into the night, "I'll leave once the wedding is over." Her voice cracked, her words fragile. "Please…let him find happiness this time. Let him have the life he deserves."
The moon's radiance seemed to dim slightly as if mourning her plea.
Elsa sat there in the dark, arms wrapped tightly around herself. She had come to believe in happy endings, in the fairytale promises of love and triumph. But now, she knew better.
Happy endings didn't exist—not for people like her.
Messages
1:11 am
Elsa - Hey Astrid are you asleep?
Astrid - Not really I just finished watching this show. Goodness bro it made be cry.
Elsa - Oh did it have a happy ending? I hope it did.
Astrid - No this guy leaves the girl he liked because he had an illness.
Elsa - Smart move. You don't want your partner to suffer.
Astrid - Idk but If I was that girl I would be devastated. I would've wanted to stay with him till his last breath.
Elsa - Even knowing he will die one day?
Astrid - Well yeah I want to be with him because I'm sure so would he. In sickness and health right?
Elsa - But wouldn't you blame yourself for his death
Astrid - Well I can't really control diseases lol. How would I blame myself?
Elsa - How can you joke about that?
Astrid - Elsa it's just a movie. It was just a temporary sadness. It's not that deep.
Elsa - It could be real too.
Astrid - You're right. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you.
Elsa - I know you didn't. I'm sorry I just have a lot on my mind.
Astrid - Whenever you want to talk I'm all ears.
Elsa - Thanks I will when I come back.
Astrid - Yes of course. Until then try to take it off your mind and enjoy your trip.
Elsa - Yeah. Thank you for everything.
Astrid - Of course your majesty. I'm always here for you.
Elsa - Means a lot. Ly Astrid.
Astrid - Lysm. Gn. And text me if you need anything!!!! Or else I'll smack you!!!