Lost Letters - Chapter 2
7 years later~
Elsa Arendelle was the sister of Anna, the daughter of a happily married couple, and a worker at the nearby diner. She had platinum blonde hair, bold blue eyes that shined like sapphires, and pale skin. Elsa had a skinny (but curvy) body, which most girls were jealous of. She might seem like your typical teenager, but she is a hopeless romantic who believed in a thing called "true love". She was always in love with love, and would beg her grandmother to tell her any love story when growing up.
Now, she was a sixteen year old girl coming home from school with her sister, Anna. A strawberry blonde headed girl, with teal eyes, and had skin that wasn't as pale as her sister's. Anna was a bubbly girl, but was always stating the facts and acting as the smarter one. (Even though Elsa did have more knowledge than Anna)
The sisters lived with their parents in an apartment building (one of the best apartment complexes in the state). There was nothing sad or horrible in their lives. The only sad thing that ever happened was their grandmother's death. Elsa was especially saddened by it, as she was the closest to her grandmother. Her grandmother had given Elsa a story book full of all the love stories her grandmother told her, but Elsa had forgotten it and thought she lost it.
"Hello mom! Hello dad!" Elsa said to her parents as she walked into the apartment. Anna came in a few moments Elsa did and greeted her parents with a wave.
"Hello dears, how was school?" Their mother greeted. Elsa and Anna set their book bags down on the couch and joined their mother and father at the kitchen table.
"Boring, as always." Elsa answered.
"Yep. Nothing special today, except that there's a new kid in my math class." Anna shrugged.
Elsa looked at the time and decided to go to her room and relax a bit. She was a bit tired from school and didn't want to be bothered. She got up, and headed for her room.
"Elsa, don't forget to clean your room! It's Friday!" Her dad said loudly as she walked away.
"Okay, dad!" Elsa yelled back. She went into her room, which was a bit messy. She always hated cleaning her room, but thanked herself for being a clean person. She also was glad to not share the room with her sister anymore, or that would have been bad. She walked around her room, picking up trash and other misplaced things. She then had to clean her closet, which was a bit harder, since she had a habit of throwing around her clothes after she changed out of them. Elsa put the dirty clothes in the laundry basket near her door. She noticed something from the top of her closet. A medium sized box.
What could this be? Elsa questioned in her thoughts. She stood on her tippy toes and reached for it. Grabbing the box, and finding it quite heavy, she struggled to get it down. It was a mahogany box, with a gold hatch. On top of it, was a note attached. Elsa read the note. Grand mummy Nora. Elsa read. She suddenly remembered her grandmother and went to sit on her bed with the box.
She opened the box, and saw a book, a necklace, and a dress. The dress was one of her grandmother's old dresses, Elsa remembered. She saw the necklace, and remembered it from her childhood. Grand mummy gave this to me on my tenth birthday! Elsa thought. The necklace was a silver chain with a locket. She opened the locket and saw a picture of her grandmother and a nine year-old Elsa. Elsa smiled as she put on the necklace, and continued looking at the contents in the box.
She grabbed the book, and flipped to a random page. This is the story book grand mummy gave me.
The page Elsa had flipped to had the story of 'The Wind Messages'. Elsa remembered the night her grandmother told her this story, remembering all the details of that night. Elsa placed a hand over the page and smiled as a tear escaped her eye. I miss you, grand mummy. She thought.
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Lost Letters ~Hiccelsa
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