Icy Court

Everything Goes To Shit

Elsa's POV

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BE- CRASH!

Well, now I need to buy a new alarm clock. Again.

"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" I hear my kids chanting as they run into my room. "Guess what today is?!" Crystal exclaims.

I smile and pretend to think. "Hmmmm... Oh, I know! It's Wednesday!"

They giggle. "No, silly!" Storm says happily. "It's our birthday!"

"Oh, of course! How could I forget!" I say playfully.

This makes them burst out laughing. I start to laugh with them

"I've got a suprise for you two!"

"What is it?! What is it?!"

"Well first you have to let me get dressed. Run along to the kitchen. I'll be there in a second.

"Okay, mommy!" They choursed and ran off.

I sighed contently. They have made the last four months the best months of my life. I love them so much, regardless of how they were born.

So, of course, on one of the happiest days of my life, everything went to shit.

There was a loud crash in the kitchen. And then a scream. And then silence.

I raced out of my bedroom, still in my pajamas, but not before grabbing my gun in my dresser drawer.

I ran into the kitchen seeing a man in a black hoodie standing over my children, hopefully unconscious and not...

"I don't know who you are, but get the hell out of my house. Right. Now." I point my gun at his back.

He chuckles. Chuckles! He turns around and my jaw falls open.

It's Jack (with black hair and yellow eyes, bit still). A demonic version of Jack Frost is standing in my kitchen. But it can't be Jack. He died. He died in front of me four months ago. How could it be him.

I can't resist any longer. "Jack?" I ask.

"Who?" His voice sounds a little sad.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"My job," he says solemnly. He turns to my kids. "I'm sorry. They seemed like nice kids."

"You-you killed them."

"I am sorry."

"No you're not."

"I really am."

I take a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears threatening to flow. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't just shoot you now."

He smirks. "Because I'm going to shoot you first." He goes for a gun tucked into his pants. He never gets it.

I shoot him in the shoulder, not to kill him, just to injure him. He falls to the ground and his gun skids across the room towards me. I grab it and take out the magazine.

"C-Crystal? Storm?" I say, barely above a whisper.

I walk over to where their bodies are on the floor. I feel for a pulse. There is nothing. I check again. Nothing.