The Daughter of The Moon: Another jelsa story

Chapter 1: run away from home

"I can never go back." Elsa whispered as she looked back across the fiord. As a small tear run down her cheek. Tonight everyone in arendelle learned about her powers. They all looked at her as a monster, a wicked witch,and a evil sorceress. She could never be able to forget the look on Anna's face.

She made her way up the snowy woods, only looking over her shoulder to see the kingdom becoming smaller and smaller. There was no place for her now, and she knew that even when it hurt. The thought that she would never be able to see her sister ever again.

The wind was wild, fierce, and whipped her cape around as she fight her way through it to the mountain. With one bare hand and the other gloved and consealed. She felt no chills, as the cold inside her was all she had ever known. She paused to turn around for a moment. The kingdom was almost completely gone lost to the night, and look at her gloved hand.

"Conseal don't feel." She said starring at gloves she worn nearly her whole life. As she felt the crown on her head for a moment as she thought that anna should of been queen. She would have been a great queen, a small tear ran down her cheek and continued onward.

The tree line became thick, before she can make it to the north mountain. She'll have to find a good place to set up camp. She was never afraid of the night and she never knew why. She can defend herself, she has proven that night. As she made her way through the woods just head. She could see something that looks like a pond through the trees.

As she came closer to the frozen pond, her cloak sweeping silently over the snow. She could hear something like a scrapping sound across the ice. She waited a second, and peeked around a large tree. Just at the bank of the pond. Her pale blue eyes gazed on a dark figure. That appears to be skating on the ice.

The figure had snow white hair, and is holding some sort of staff. He or she was hardly dressed for the cold. In only apair of brown breeches, a blue popover hoodie, and no shoe or skates. How can he or she stand the cold. As elsa leaned in to see better she hanged on to a branch. As she kept leaning in crack the branch broke and fell down to the pond.