Snowflake Signs (Jelsa)

One-Shot

Elsa knew all the happy ending stories; she could recall the ones about princesses and prices and true love's kiss and riding off into the sunset stories, the ones her mother would read to her and her sister when they were children. She knew the allure of movie magic, where love above all others was something special and grand and life-changing in every way. Elsa even recalled, in this moment, the old Greek Myth about soul mates.

Apparently, humans were created with double everything. They had two noses, two sets of eyes, four arms, four legs, and so on. Zeus thought that these creations were too powerful when together, and separated these perfect pairs. These pairs are supposedly always searching for their other half, that perfect fit, the literal meaning to the idea 'you complete me.'

But those are just myths, exaggerations of truths, and things people put their hope in when they hit rock bottom. This was what Elsa had told herself time and time over, especially about the markings some people got, until it happened to herself.

Theoretically, if the greeks were true, everyone has someone. It's a novel thought, and so sweet that it's too good to be true. Elsa has a hard time believing that psychopaths could ever find that one person that they are meant to be with (and more because Elsa feels bad for their 'other half') but according to the marks theory, it must be true.

All her life, and all the lives before her, humanity has recorded the appearance of soulmate marks that show up on people's skin, like tattoos, a glistening beacon to that one person you belong with. No two are alike, apart from that of your soulmate, and most are just incomprehensible lines and vague reflections of objects. They often appear on the inside of your wrist- a perpetually unfortunate location in Elsa's opinion.

Most people go their whole lives without the marks one day as real as themselves upon their skin. Some people get matching tattoos as if to say, 'Look! Even though we're not really soul mates, they got it wrong...we're meant to be!' And Elsa thinks this is sad and depressing. If the whole business with the marks is true, she often wondered, what was the point of dating? Falling in love? What was the point of any romance but the one if you are truly destined for someone else. She wished it was different, where you yourself had to be the judge if that person was your soulmate, but then again, there are more problems with that world too.

Some people theorize that in this wide world, the only way to get the mark to appear, is if you happen to find yourself in the vicinity of your significant other. From all the stories Elsa has heard, it seems to be true, as most couples that happily math their marks are often not from the same city, state, or even country! She hopes, in a small part of her, that if her mark ever appears, she speaks the language of the guy (or girl, who knows?) that she's meant to be with. She's pretty sure it would put a damper on things to speak two different languages.

Elsa is lucky enough to know not one but two couples that have their soulmate tattoos. The first is a friend of her's from high school, Rapunzel. She had taken a summer trip to Germany with her parents, and met a dashing man just a couple years older than her with a matching sun-like marking on his arm. Now, six years later, he had moved out to be with her. When Elsa had asked about the whole thing, and questioned if it was the mark that actually drew him to her, Rapunzel just smiled.

"I know you think it's all stupid Elsa. But I know I would have fallen in love with him even if marks didn't exist. He's everything I didn't know I wanted or needed...until I met him."

It was sickening to Elsa, but she smiled and gladly accepted a place at Rapunzel's upcoming wedding. She was genuinely happy for her friend, but still wasn't sure on the whole mark thing.

And then just three months ago, her sister Anna, had gotten her mark as they had passed into the state line of Wisconsin to visit some family over Christmas. Elsa was thrilled to see the snow and ice (she had a thing for it) while Anna had just chattered her teeth and complained. It surely wasn't anything like their little house they shared down in Louisiana, where it was mostly sunny all the time. It was for Anna though, Elsa reminded herself, that she suffered in the warm weather. Her sister suffered from Seasonal Affective Disorder, and after the death of their parents...well, Elsa had given up her dreams of living somewhere with snow (Maybe even Alaska!) to move in with her sister, who although was well old enough to take care of herself, Elsa didn't want either of them to be alone.