Madeleines (Jack x Anna)

Dont forget the things you've say

Madeleines

Lesson 1: Don't forget the things you've said.

Anna stared out of the window. It was snowing. "Happy Christmas," she wrote on another decorated postcard and sighed. It was already late in the evening.

Everything outside was pitch black like the dark orbs that haunted her in her dreams. The heaps of pure white echoed the moonlight, glittering as if thousands of fairies had dusted them.

The only source of light inside the small cottage was a tiny candle. She tried hard to keep it going, but even so, it was already going out. The room was chilly, but not cold enough for her to get the flames going in the fireplace across the creaking table.

Despite the fact she was alone and unfairly so, her face was adorned with a small smile. A small sigh escaped her lips. It would have suited her sister better to be there, she thought, writing "Happy Christmas" for another time. It was a Christmas tradition for the royal family to send Christmas cards, acknowledging the importance of the good deeds of their people and to thank them for what they had done. Usually, it would have been the reigning queen to sign the cards with the name of royal household, but it was incredibly unfortunate (for Anna, at least) that an international conference was being held in the neighbouring kingdom and Elsa absolutely had to attend.

"A few more," she reminded herself, looking at the pile of unfinished business. She wanted to go to sleep, badly, but she knew she couldn't. Tomorrow, Kristoff would come with Sven and they would deliver those cards. She had no other option. She had to finish tonight.

"God, this place feels haunted." She shivered at the thought of ghosts and pulled her blanket tighter around her back. When she had optioned to come to stay there, everyone had been surprised. There had been cries of

"You can't go!" and "You're so brave!" alike. Truth was, she hadn't thought about it at all. To her, fairy folk wasn't dangerous and ghosts weren't real. After all, she had never seen one. Her sister's magic along with the friendly, although meddlesome trolls was all she knew of that world and in a way, this was more than enough.

The frost was drawing flowers on the windows, but she paid no heed to the beautiful patterns only Elsa's artistic hand could rival. Nothing was out of the ordinary. She scribbled the same two words she had written at least a thousand times along with her name and placed another card on the pile of finished work. It was enormous.

She worked in silence, enjoying the comfortable solitude. She hadn't been alone for weeks, not even when she was going to sleep. There was a maid in the room next to hers, divided by something akin to a sheet of paper. She didn't need a maid, not really, but the lovely girl had needed a job and she had thoughtlessly offered.

At last, the final piece of carton fell on the finished pile. It was no different from the other cards - they looked the same and were signed by the same hand. But it was the final one and she found great happiness in that. She took the candle to light her way to the kitchen and put the kettle on.

What am I afraid of?

Church bells rang in the distant darkness, marking the midnight. They resounded in the darkness and Anna jerked in surprise. She was tired, but her mind was alert. Avidly listening to every sound, her heart beat anxiously. Something is going to happen, she thought and the proof came a few seconds later, as a sudden cold gush of cold wind passed by and put out the flickering light.

Anna wasn't afraid of dark, but the gloomy shadows and the wind whistling behind the window didn't make her feel too good either. Especially since she was alone. She lighted the candle again and went through the kitchen drawers in hopes of finding another one - one that wouldn't be as shabby. The light flickered again, but continued burning despite the growing chilliness.

Her eyes fixated on the white snow outside and she waited. Anna remembered seeing something like that in her dream, but she couldn't be sure. She felt exhausted. Night by night, she was haunted by the darkness and horrible creatures her mind conjured up.

She heard steps coming from the upper floor, but she ignored them, deciding it would be pointless to think of it. It could not have been anything other than her imagination. Pouring herself a cup of freshly brewed tea (which she desperately wished to turn into hot chocolate), she grabbed a book she had found in a room upstairs.

It was a romance that didn't work out. The boy dies and the girl will remain in longing.

A few hours later, she had tears in her eyes. Still in kitchen, she hugged the book closer to her, but her crying had hardly to do anything with it. "I don't want to be alone," she whispered, drowning the last drops of already cooled drink. However, the tiny specks of sensibility in her brain kicked in soon after and she had to dry her tears. She should go to sleep, she decided.

Anna turned off the candles, bringing back the night and taking away the comforting bliss. She fumbled for the way to the stairs and climbed up.

It never occurred to her to listen to the echoing of her footsteps. If she had, she would have noticed immediately how off they were from the soft tiptoeing of her feet.

Somebody was walking behind her.
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