Born To Die. (Jelsa. ft Helsa)

Prologue

A short authors note: I apologize for not being active; in order to replace my 'Affair With My Dance Instructor' I bring you all 'Born To Die' named after a song by Lana Del Rey. This fan-fiction is about technically a marriage gone wrong, and where true love isn't always that fairytale ending you may picture.

The whole book shall be in Elsa's point of view; if you would like me to add someone else's don't hesitate to comment and ask me. 

I hope this fan-fiction shall touch your hearts like it has mine: WARNING - depressing scenes may occur, along with mature content such as sex, violence, and occasional cursing. A warning shall most probly be on those particular chapters.

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Born To Die.

Prologue.

I have been married for approximately 186 days, to a man I have known for nearly my entire life. Every moment I spent with him as a child I cherished, including our teenage years. I found him charming, caring, and above all, sweet.

Everyone told me since I was a little girl that the first year of marriage was always the most challenging, and I always wondered what they meant by it, that was until now.

I wasn't sure if I was perhaps being too hasty as everyone has their good and bad days, however Hans had been having an awful lot of bad days; some days he doesn't even look in my direction, and would heavily sigh in response to anything I said.

I didn't know what day it was, quite frankly I hadn't been keeping track, all I knew was that it was sometime in August, right in the middle of Summer.

I sat directly in front of my dresser, my head leant against the bed post. My legs were bent at the knee, my arms wrapping around them holding them in place. It was a quiet day all considering it was Summer; almost every day I would hear the children from next door playing hopscotch and jump rope. It reminded me of when I was little, although I spent more time with the boys than I did girls, Hans being one of them.

Since we introduced ourselves as children we was inseparable, we began dating when we was teenagers, I was sixteen and he was eighteen. He proposed to me on our fourth year anniversary; he told me that he never imagined himself with anyone else, and promised he'd always be there for me.

It has now been a year and a half since then, we're married of course and I was starting to wonder if Hans' promise could be kept. Every marriage goes through a rough phase, but I don't recall the couples acting as if they despised one another, never wishing to see their faces for as long as they walked.. I admit we wasn't like that always, but it was becoming more of a routine bit by bit.

On rare occasions Hans would return from work with a smile across his face, this causing my heart to flutter like it used to. He often goes horse riding where I used to accompany him, but now I didn't see the point in going at all, it would always end up in a debate.

I sighed deeply as snowflakes appeared in-between my fingertips, creating unusual patterns. My ability was something I was born with, a gift in my family's opinion but a curse in others. I can't say I pay much attention to peoples negative comments as it would only bring me down.

Hans found it interesting and would often ask me to create patterns with snowflakes, some being past memory's; I can create anything from ice and snow if I put my mind to it, and enough effort.