Im still here... { Jelsa }

"Your ready." 34

After awhile, pitch left me locked in the room, practising. He dose this most days,..

he's been gone for several hours now, and I'm sure he will be more...

Im sick of throwing fire balls at this pathetic charcoaled manikin!

I want to explore my powers,.. See what I can do with them,..

I remember a year back or so when I walked up to Elsa's ice castle,.. I wonder if I can make anything as amazing as the things she created.

Hmmm,...

Leaving my mind completely clear, I releases my fire powers and  will them to make something, anything,-

But Nothing. All they did was create flames and charcoaled marks.

This time I try again, imagining and focusing on a suit I created in my head.
My head hurts and feels numb, and I realise the fire out of my palms, willing it to make something, anything!

I feel the tingly sensation of the flames swirling around me, closing it on me,.. Like a safety blanket.

Sizzling in Golds and reds and ambers and oranges and blues and pinks the fire carries on.

And then it dies Ito nothing but steam.

I look at my outfit, it's deffieny changed, but not for the better. It's messy and the seams are weak and it's filling to bits and not even fully completed.

I don't think I made a new suit, but burnt mine to pieces,.....

And with in that moment pitch walked in.

"Had an little accident did we?" He says amused looking me up and down.
"Now. Show me your throw, and Maybe I'll make you a new suit, a better one."

Of course, clothing was an need, so I had too. I knew he would see not much difference in my throw, but I no longer cared I had been doing this so many times I was bored of it. Not holding back, glazing beaming flames grew in my hands, and as if about to throw a ball, I stand on the side, aim and throw.

It hits the target dead centre and if that thing was a real human being, they would be screaming in blood curling pain.

"Hans,..." Pitch began,

I was awaiting to be slapped out of disappointment from him as I never could meet his needs it seems, but the impact never came.

"That was,... Perfect. Could do better, but time will come when you are skilled,... I think your ready for the step of the plan."

"Off to Arendalle!,... Oh and you might wanna make yourself look- more presentable,." Pitch says walking out a he looks at Hans shreds of clothing.