Beauty and the Guardian: Book Five of the Jelsa Fairytale Series

Chapter Two

Quick Author's Note: I made a change in the description of the story. Please read that before you continue reading this story. (1/4/16)
Anna's Point of View
I don't get it.

"We should've arrived already." I said to my horse.

Maybe we missed a turn?

I came to a fork in the road; one side was sunny and the other side was dark and eerie.

My horse insisted that we go to the sunny side but I knew the darker path was a short cut.

As we traveled down the dark part, both my horse and I got frightened.

"Why did you take us down this way?" I asked.

My horse stared running faster and faster; little did I know that we were being chased by wolves.

I was eventually thrown from my horse and the wolves started chasing me.

I came across a pair of large gates, I ran through them and shut them before the wolves could come.

There was a dark and eerie castle behind me but I had no other place to go, so I went in there.

"Hello?" I asked. "Is anyone here?"

A tall, dark figure came into view.

"What are you doing here?" asked a voice.

"I— I just need a place to sleep for the night."

"You're interfering on my castle grounds."

"I'm sorry, may I just sleep here for one night?"

"In the dungeon." said the voice.

Just then, I felt something push me until I blacked out.

***
Elsa's Point of View
I sat alone in my little cottage reading, because what else would I do?

There was a knock on the door and as I got up to answer it, the door swung open.

But I didn't like who answered it.

"Hans, isn't it..." What should I say? "Surprising to see you here..."

"I know." He threw himself in a chair and put his feet on the table. "Have you ever thought about your future Elsa? How many kids you'll have? Who's kids you'll have?"

"Not really."

"Well, I was thinking—"

"That's an awful thing to do, Hans."

"I know, I know." Hans said. "One day, it'll be me, my dogs and children, probably 6 or 7—"

"Dogs?" I asked.

"No, children." He said in an annoyed tone. "And my beautiful wife rubbing my feet."

Hans stood up and pushed me against the doorway.

"And do you know who that wife will be?"

"No..." I was reaching for the doorknob.

Ah hah. Found it. I thought.

"You. Will you marry me, Elsa?"

"What a kind offer, Hans; but really, I don't deserve you." I opened the door as I said this in a sarcastic tone.

"I WILL HAVE YOU, ELSA." shouted Hans from the outside.

I went out the back door to find Anna's horse roaming around.

"Where's Anna?" I asked.

I ran back inside, put on my coat and road off.

"Take me to Anna."

***
We came across a castle in the middle of the woods; it was tall and dark but had ravishing architecture.

I walked in through the front doors of the castle.

"Hello?" I asked. "I'm looking for my sister, her name is Anna."

I kept wandering, up the stairs and down hallways until I finally came upon a tower in which I heard a familiar voice.

"Who's there?" They asked.

"Anna?"

"Elsa!" I ran up to her 'cell'. "You need to leave! It's not safe!"

"She's right, you know." said a deep voice.

"Let my sister go!" I commanded. "I will take her place."

"Elsa! No!"

"You'd have to live here for the rest of your life."

"Come into the light." I said.

I saw a man, around my age or older, with white hair.

Jack Frost. I thought.

"You have my word." I said, sadly.

"Take the young one away,"

I knew that this would be my last time seeing Anna, but I refused to believe it.

I was thrown in the cell and I moved myself to the small window in the cell.

A few words were said outside and then I was, surprisingly, removed from the cell.

"Are you coming or what?" Jack asked.

"Where are we going?"

"Do you want to live in this tower?" He sounded angry.

"Then come with me." I got up and followed Jack to who knows where.

He held in his hand a candlestick.

Either the candlestick was talking or Jack was talking to himself.

I must be going crazy. I thought. Candlesticks can't talk.

"This castle is your home now; you can go anywhere in here, except the West Wing."

"What's in the West Wing—"

"Nothing, just—" He paused as if he was trying to find the right words. "Don't go there."

I was shown to a room that looked very nice and expensive. This was much nicer than my room at the cottage.

"You will join me for dinner." said Jack who only had his head in the doorway. "That is not a request, that is a command."

Wow, my home feels more like a prison.