late spring

chapter three: it finds a way

it finds a way

The Princess of Arendelle sat on the windowsill; she stared at the moon above her. Brimmed with defiance, she designs a strategy so flawless. Nightmares were proverbial for their nightly visits to people plagued with troubles. But Elsa found the resolution to her problem.

It was obvious! How her mind missed the overt answer, she stayed aghast... Just don't fall asleep!

With cross legs, she sat still in front of her triangular window. Elsa propped her elbows on the white rim. If it was truly destined for her to spend her nights alone, she ought to start the development of bookshelves and add literature to accompany her.

She turned her head back, looking past her shoulder. The Princess took in the sight of her immense, vast, yet so barren of a chamber. To the left of her four-poster bed, a fireplace occupied the corner of her wall.

As if I will ever need that. Although Elsa indulged in playing pretend to feel the affection of the hot crackles of fire, she relished it better with her sister at her side. Toasting marshmallows, staying warm in winter and watching the flames spark.

The cold had never bothered her; she felt indifferent to snow and ice. But this is what it must feel like, she supposed. This was what Anna feels when the fire dies down on a cold, winter night, she thought.

It felt so cold in her room. Impossible, yes, but she could feel her insides glaciate. Her fingers were frozen, intertwined with each other. As she gaped at her room, this was what feeling cold felt like, she settled.

Elsa decided to examine the geometric pattern of her window. The glass was clear of prints of a seven-year-old with sticky, chocolate-covered fingers. She sighed, "this is boring."

Speaking of boredom, a brunette boy gnawed from the back of her mind. Elsa's forehead rested on the glass as guilt harrowed her lean frame. Jack Overland pestered the corners of her mind as much as she tuned it out. She was becoming more and more of a villain by the likes of the fairy tales she had read. Could it be that she was the Big Bad Wolf?

No, she shook her head. Elsa was merely guarding Anna against harm, taking care of her from a distance. The same with Jack; she was capable of hurting both of them. She had been avoiding them with utmost necessity. That's what good people do, she was good.

Elsa did miss Jack. She wagered that he would know what to do to cheer her up. Or to have fun. To dwell upon it was fruitless, she shouldn't let her thoughts wander under such subjects.

She let out yet another sigh.

"I wish I could talk to you."

The Princess thereupon swiveled her body toward the noise. Or the voice that seeped through her wooden door. The hair on her arm sat upright at the commotion.

"My day couldn't get worse. I mean it could be because I'm trying to talk to you. I mean- I- I didn't mean it like that! I pray to all the gods you're fast asleep because this is just...sad?"

Her mouth agape, Elsa jumped on her feet. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought that Jack could somehow read her mind. She stood still from her position, frightened at the thought that if he figured out she was awake, he would stop talking.

"I haven't been home in a while and I'm so bored of this castle. No offense to your parents, they possess such a wonderful home! Really, they do! Maybe for you and the Princess, some events occupy your time. But not for me, I have nothinggg-" he whined, lengthening the last syllable of his word.

Elsa scrunched her nose, tucking a fallen piece of hair from her braid. If only he knew that she had to bear the synonymous quandary he had fallen into. In retrospect, the castle did not house amusement for the children that visited it. Fallen from the paradigmatic revelry that the Arendellian castle once upheld, it's not necessarily a place of fun. Elsa would know.