chapter eight: it's the fear
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Hold down your head now,
Just let me pass by
Don't feed my fear,
If you don't want it out.
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* 4 YEARS LATER *
A soft knock sounded on Elsa's door, signaling that it was time for her to get ready.
"Time to wake up, your highness," A soft voice said excitedly, "It's your coronation day."
Elsa frowned to herself. She hadn't slept a wink since the night before. This whole week had messed up her sleeping schedule.
"I'm awake." She called out, staring across the room at the gown prepared for this day alone. Elsa hugged her knees, burying her face in her arms. At the moment, the kingdom felt very large, and she felt very small.
She pulled on her gloves, the cloth felt familiar on her skin. The first thing she did every morning when she woke up was put on her gloves. It had become a habit she was grateful of. Her gloves kept her and the people around her safe.
Without much hesitation, she sat down in front her vanity table, brushing out the tangles in her pale blonde hair as she stared at the reflection of her father's portrait behind her. The various emotions conflicting within her weighed on her shoulders, making it more difficult to do what she had to.
Elsa slipped into her dress, glancing at her makeshift ceremonial orb and scepter: a meagre candle and jewelry box. She had been practicing all week, at one point in the ceremony she had to take off her gloves. She would be in a room with a handful of people without her gloves! The thought alone made shivers go down her spine.
She looked up into her mirror, staring at her reflection in silent approval. Every hair in place, in the style her mother liked. Her dress was pressed and clean, there was no room for imperfection, but no matter how much her reflection assured her, nothing made her feel better.
One wrong move and all her parent's hard work and her three years of desperate trying would go to waste. Elsa's hand twitched at the loose string that hung around her neck, dipping at the weight of the cold metal ring, Jack's ring.
"It's time to let you go," She said to herself, a sad smile gracing her features, "Goodbye, Jack." Elsa slipped the necklace off and laid it down on her bed, staring fondly at the intricate design on the ring.
The sound of chattering in the distance woke her up from her stupor, she glided to her window to see crowds of people walking and waiting to enter the gates. She watched as they talked to each other with excitement, their faces lighting up animatedly. Her own reflection in the window mocked her with its anxious expression.
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