Fix the Broken (Jelsa)

*Icy Past*

There was a time when I did not want to befriend with the children who were at the orphanage. However, there is a girl with orange-like hair who seemed to never give up on becoming my friend. Her name is Anna, and just like me, she too was abandoned at the doorsteps of the orphanage. She was of age three, and I was five when we were introduced to Ms. Potts, the director of the orphanage.

My biological parents were not pronounced to be called "good parents". They showed me not any affection nor love, like parents are to shower their children with, and instead tormented me every day with their words that I was a mistaken child and a child of misfortune. They barely fed me and the closest to a caress was a slap on the cheek or a painful grasp on my arm to get me out of their way. There were times when I could not withstand their beatings that I was left upon the cold hardwood floors, left to cry and feeling dejected and asking what actions I have done to bring this pain upon to myself. And for punishments, they would lock me in the closet for days. There was no light...no food...nor any place to relieve myself. It had come to the point where I became claustrophobic, and I would starve to when my ribs would show and smelling of dung.

Never in my life have I felt relieved when by my age of five, I was dropped off at the orphanage. And my parents hightailed down the street...never looking back and never showing regret. When Ms.Potts took me into the building that I would now call home, she gave me food, which I hesitated to accept, and showed me a room where I would be staying. Never has an adult shown me this act of affection by giving me food and a soft and warm setting to sleep. The only matter that I confess is that I have never left that house where I have lived with my parents, therefore, I have never interacted with children my age...but at the orphanage is where I have met Anna.

Anna made a promise, or dedication, to become my friend the next morning when she realized that I would be sharing her room for now on. I was astonished by her saying that she would befriend me, an abandoned child. Even at the age of four, Anna was a hyperactive child that tends to lack the notion to settle down in one spot, like she just drank coffee every minute of the day.

I was a child with few words, as my "parents" would slap me when I spoke up. I tend to stay in my room, but Anna would lure me out with her big, blue eyes.

As the years went by, Anna has started to call me her sister, I have never given thought of having a sibling, but if it is Anna... so I started to consider her as my sister as well. Even if we look nothing alike with my platinum white blonde hair and pale white skin, and she has orange blonde hair with light tan skin...we are still sisters. Anna taught me that not everyone will hurt me, like my parents has done to me. I was reluctant to believe Anna, but reasoning how Ms. Potts has taken care of me along with the staff there at the orphanage... It took great time and trust to process this.

I trust Anna and love her with my whole heart and soul, as she has been there for me in every step of my journey. She would be there when couples would come to look for children to adopt, and they would never glance my way. Anna would be chosen to be a part of a family, but she refuses not wanting to have a family without me. She would say: "There's no family without my sister Elsa!".

For my sake, Anna would stay for me...and I am grateful she would but it is selfish of me to think that. I do not want to burden her of not finding a family to be a part of because I am holding her back. However, a couple has changed that.

When I turned ten and Anna turned eight, we were adopted by the Arendelle couple. Anna was excited to be with the Arendelle couple and even more so when they glanced at our clasped hands and decided that they would accept me as well.

 I was rather frightened and tried to hide behind Anna, despite my being a head taller than her. Yet, the woman slowly approached me as Anna tried to push me towards her. I was very frightened that my legs were like that of jello-o the cooks gave us for desserts. The woman kneeled down in front of me and reached out her hand, which I could not help but flinch from. She then caressed my cheek, and oh what this foreign gesture has brought me to feel. This woman leaned over and placed a soft kiss upon my forehead that the gesture was far too foreign for me. I shut my eyes as I am filled from the warmth of the kiss, just the gesture brought tears to trail down upon my cheeks. I breathed shakily as I look up at this woman. 

Mother...

I suddenly hug this woman, giving in to my selfish desire to claim this woman to become my new mother. What blessing was brought to introduce me to this woman...

She did not say anything despite my actions as to why I did that, but lifted me up in her arms and let me wrap my frail body around her. My new father took Anna with him, and together we all walked out of the orphanage into their car and towards our new home. Never can this moment be much brighter nor filled with warmth as I now have a family...and a sister at that.