As Elsa and her daughter, Aurelia stepped into the dimly lit new home of Arendelle Waters in the doorway, a full-on chill prickled up in her skin, down to her fingers. It wasn't just the cold wind from outside when the door was open, no; it was something else--something more unexplainable.
Delicate frost patterns on the windows, as if an invisible artist was amongst them, and had traced icy petals along the glass. She pulled her jacket over her shoulders, glancing at Aurelia, who was wide-eyed at the frost-covered door at the end of the hallway.
"Mom," she whispered, her voice trembling, "I think someone's watching us." Elsa's heart pounded, but forced a smile. "It's just an old house, sweetheart. There's nothing to worry about."
But as she said those words, she couldn't shake the feeling that someone--or something--was lingering in the shadows, watching, waiting for them.
Elsa hesitated to step forward from the doorway, into the hallway. Their boots echo softly through the worn out wooden floor. The air felt thick, charged with an energy she can't quite place her finger on.
She tried to focus on Aurelia, who was tracking her fingers on the icy designs on the windows and doors; her fascination quickly turned into fear.
"Let's keep moving, darling," Elsa said, her voice steadier than before. "We should check out the library. I heard there are interesting hidden stories in there."
As they approached the door to the library at the end of the hall, the atmosphere seemed to shift. A low creek resonated through the silence of the room, as if the house was awakening. Elsa reached for the doorknob, feeling the jolt of cold running through her veins. It was different from her own powers; this was a raw, ancient chill that has whispers secrets long forgotten.
"Mom, wait," Aurelia said, grabbing her arm. "What if we're not alone?"
For a brief moment, Elsa thought of turning back. But something urged her forward--a deep, dark secret that needed to be unleashed, uncovered from her family's past. With a deep breath, she pushed the door open, revealing a dusty, old library--filled with towering shelves of dust-covered books and adorned cobwebs.
A single, flickering candle light on the table illuminated the room, casting shadows that danced around like specters on the walls.
"Look," Aurelia pointed, her voice barely above a whisper. "There's something on the table."
Elsa's gaze followed her daughter's finger towards the table, a leather-bound book lying open, its pages fluttering as if beckoning closer near it. The script was ornate in an old historic look, shimmering slightly over a candlelight. Curiosity piqued, she stepped forward, her heart racing.
"What do you think it is?" Aurelia asked, her eyes both wide of excitement and anticipation.
"I don't know," Elsa replied, reaching out to touch the page. The moment her fingers brushed the surface, a wave of icy magic surged through her veins. Visions flashed before her eyes--fragments of memories, echoes of laughter, and a glimpse of time when her parents were alive, filled with love and warmth.
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Ghost of a first love | Jelsa love story | Short Story (first story)
Fanfic(SLOW UPDATES) Elsa and her daughter, Aurelia Snow, are the new owners of the house of Arendelle Waters, in Norway. It's known to be haunted by a boy named Jack Frost, who couldn't move on when he was killed in his aftermath. When she discovered tha...
