As I imagined my energy realised,
It felt soothing, and relaxing.
Just like when I realise my magic,..
I peak one eye open to make sure that I hadn't made a blizzard in the room,
There was no blizzard.
But something caught my eye.
Amgonst the dusty books, and thick cobwebs, a radiant blue- electric blue- glowed, brighting up the dim lit room.
I did not have time to focus on the more things I saw when the room was lit brighter, I was too focused on watching the light beam leave my palms, and out the wooden door.
Was it really working?
I knew it was working, so I carried on chanting the words, and I carried on picturing Anna.
I imagined Anna, her pale yet olive skin, always tanner then me, her bright lit eyes fall of hope, (yes I still remembered that Anna) I remember her red hair, the baby's hairs that always curled and sprung out, no matter how many times she placed it back. I though about my sisters thousands of freckles dusted on her nose.
when I finished chanting, and I felt the heat from the energy leave, I felt a tear fall.
I know I'm dead, but I still feel.
I still have tears, weirdly enough.
I missed Anna.
Watching her was no where like being with her.
It was like when I was isolated, I could hear her, there was only a door between us, but it felt like we were very apart.
my mind spilled out zillions of memory's, all of me and Anna.
I began to slightly sob.
And as my emotions are controlled by my feelings, the room became coated with snow. Yes. I set off anther blizzard.
I instantly stopped crying when I heard the floor boards creek outside of the room.
Not only the room, but the outside looked like it hasn't been touched in years, who could be outside?
I softly place the 'ice Spell book' back down.
I float out of the room, threw the door.
A glowing snow flakes lands in my hands, and then fades.
huh?
I looked up at a wide eyed Anna.
"What is this place?" I hear her whisper to her self.
her hands goes threw my body, and touch the wood of the door.
Like always, she couldn't see me.
It still felt wrong my sister walking threw me, so I moved out the way for her to investigate.
Anna studied the door for a "while" aka two minutes before trying a new stragie of bashing down the door.
she kicked it, slapped it, pushed it, bumbed it, ran into it, ..
And this time decided to shoulder it.
And from what I saw, she hurt her shoulder.
Oh Anna.
I went to Anna, although she can go threw me, I weirdly could still touch her. I believe she could feel my magic.
I put my hand on her shoulder, forgingy hand to freeze over, and I gently rubbed.
Hopefully it soothed the heat in her bashing.
She had a relaxed smile, so I believe it worked.
Anna sat down in the dust carpet, in front of the door. Trying to find away in.
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Im still here... { Jelsa }
FanfictionHi, I'm not great at bio's, but this is a story of Elsa and Jack Frost. Two lovers. Elsa, the once queen of Arendalle, And Jack Frost the broken hearted winter spirit.
