Please, Elsa

Chapter 5: Figuring Out

Merry Christmas Eve!!!!! Chapter 5 is here!!!!!!! Sorry for being such a lousy updater, but I'd rather be slow than messing things up, so here's chapter 5, the chapter before we enter a real adventure. Enjoyyyyyy :)

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Back in the castle, I was living my life day by day, doing whatever I wished to do, but the fear kept creeping in. Whenever I thought of Grand Pabbie’s words, I got really, really anxious and it was like, the air became thinner around me, making it hard for me to breathe.

It had been 2 weeks ever since the meeting with Grand Pabbie, everything had become quite different from the past. Everyone became significantly sadder, like a beautiful red rose slowly wilting, losing its bright, redness. Our breakfast used to be filled with loud conversations, but now it was only loud silence.

For the rest of the day, Anna and Kristoff would attempt to start conversations to make me smile, and I did. I did my best to make them less worried about me. I would feel very safe whenever Olaf started talking in his uplifting, cheerful voice. We were all trying so hard to figure out what "change" might it be, but everytime we brought the word up, I would get nervous, and they would stop talking about change. They would then change the topic instead.

At night, I would lay on my bed, alone, staring at the ceiling, Grand Pabbie’s words just kept ringing in my ears, louder than anything else I could hear. Anna and Kristoff’s faces would occassionally come to my mind, their supportive words made me feel a little less restless, but as soon as Grand Pabbie's words appeared, the fear came to me all over again.

I sat up on my bed as the sunlight crept into my room. I did not sleep at all last night, as much as I wished I did. Then, I tried to make myself look more presentable by washing my face and wearing a sundress. I looked at myself in the mirror, staring at my reflection. A pair of eyes losing its usual charm. I was feeling extremely awful, like I was about to throw up, but I knew it was not possible for me to do so. Instead of throwing up, the ground beneath me started to be covered with ice. 

Exhausted. I was too exhausted. I did not even have the strength to hold back my power anymore. My vision blurred. I took one deep breath. I fell slowly to the ground. Exhausted. I was too exhausted. I closed my eyes, and fell asleep.

I opened my eyes, my vision still blurry. My body was cold, as it had always been, but I was feeling warm and incommodious.

I wanted to get up, but I could not. I was too tired. My head was heavy. I turned my head around, scanned through the room. I looked out the window, the sun was hanging high in the sky. It was noon. My vision then landed on Olaf, who was standing right next to my bed.

"Elsa! You're awake!" Olaf said, sounding excited.

I gathered my energy and strength to make out the word, "O...laf." That was when I realized that my voice was coarse, and my throat was in deep pain.

"It's okay! It's okay! Elsa, now you stay here. Oh wait, have a cup of hot drink!" Olaf said and handed me a cup of drink that was on my desk.

I tried to sit up, but I only managed to sit up a little. In a very uncomfortable position, I took a sip of the drink.

"Okay, Elsa, here's what Anna wanted me to tell you," Olaf said, and then continued, "you're sick. You've caught a cold of some sort. What you can do now, is to rest, and slowly wait for recovery. Oh, and also, Anna and Kristoff are now at Grand Pabbie's place. They just wanted to ask him more about your condition."

I had never ever been sick before, the most of 'sickness' that I had ever experienced was to set off the eternal winter. This made me worried. Is this just a normal sickness? Or is it something more? I was feeling extremely uncomfortable, so I did not say a word, but it was completely unnerving that this sickness might be the end of me.