ONE SHOTS (Jelsa, Eugenunzel, Merricup, Kristanna)

WITCH!!

Third Person POV

Elsa was frightened. She was surrounded by many villagers in her small town, that had accused her of being a witch.

She never had this happen before, she was the only one left in her family. She did have another, but Anna was killed just a few moments ago in the house fire that the villagers set off on their small wooden home.

Elsa was I guess you can say, Unique. She had ice powers that were uncontrolled. She never learned to use them properly, so she was scared that she would accidently blast somebody while she kept her hands pressed against her chest, in hopes of waring off the ice building up in her palms.

She looked around anxiously, seeing angry villagers with pitchforks and torches, surrounding her in a tight small circle, trying to get to her. But thanks to her ice powers, that for once thankfully did something right, was keeping her safe with the ice barrier that it created before her, surrounding her in some small like dome, using itself as a shield of some kind.

She watched terrified, at all the villagers gathering around the ice barrier, trying to melt it down. She didn't know what to do anymore. She lost her home, her family, her valuables that were burned to ashes in the fire.

Elsa had nothing left, she had nothing to live for.

As soon as the ice barrier melted from all the torches, Elsa was grabbed, put on some kind of porch sort of thing, and was slowly brought up with some kind of rope, that was tied around her small fragile neck, loosely hanging, slowly tightening as she got higher and higher.

Just as the villagers were about to yank it one last time, as would be her death, was stopped by a voice ringing out through the foggy afternoon storm.

"Excuse me! Great people! Sorry to bother you, but what may I ask, are you doing to this poor young woman?"

Then a villager brave enough, stepped forward and said very rudely.

"Sir, how is that your business, she is ours. We must sadly to say, kill her. For as we all know, she is an evil witch."

"Alright. I understand. But, Ma'am. She is not a witch. You see, in order to accuse someone of being a witch, you must have evidence. Or I'm sorry to say, you're accusations are incorrect."

Everyone in the village gasped and started to murmur amongst themselves if as to believe this young man or not.

Then another brave villager decided to step up and say something.

"Who are you, Young man?"

"My name? My name, Ma'am. It is, As I may say, Jackson Overland Frost. Now may I ask, what's your name?"

The same villager, slightly frightened decided to finally speak up, and tell this mysterious man as the name of Jack, her own name.

"Well, Kind sir. My name is Mary, Mary Appleton, Wife of the deceased Jerry Appleton. The old Mayor of this small village."

"Oh well, Ma'am sorry for your loss, But this young woman would never hurt a soul. I can see it in her eyes, she lost everything because of all of you. You destroyed the poor girls life, because of some stupid accusations. What must you have to say for yourselves."

"I would like to say, I am sorry I let some silly old accusations hurt a young woman as herself. She did not do anything to deserve this, and I sincerely apologize for everything and for everyone in this small, but wondrous village."

"Thank you ma'am, I'm sure she feels grateful for your apology, but this I'm sorry to say, does not bring back her deceased family."

"I'm sorry sir, we're all very sorry sir. We let our crazy imaginations kill 3 innocent people, and almost 4. But thanks to your wise and understanding words of wisdom, we now all understand what we did, was wrong. We all sincerely apologize for our cruel actions."