A Song Of Memories

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A/N: Hi everyone! W-what is this? A new chapter already? In less than three months?! *gasp*

Seriously though, you should really thank my friend for the update. She basically bullied me into writing because she knew that I was procrastinating even if I had a chapter already planned.

REALLY IMPORTANT!!!!!!!! (maybe!)
I changed Lady Charlotte to Lady Thalia along with the face descriptions. You probably guessed who she is already ;)

WARNING: Chapter may contain curse words and drinking. Not that extreme though.

So, yeah, here's the new chapter, Enjoy!

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What in the hell?

Elsa froze before looking at her guard. "W-what did you say?" she breathed.

Jacob seemed to be caught off guard before regaining his posture. "I apologize," he told her.

"What did you say?" Elsa asked again with more urgency. 

"I said: I apologize," Jacob told her. "May I attend the training, your Majesty?" he asked with a hint of urgency.

Elsa blinked before slowly nodding to him. "Of course," she muttered. Jacob bowed and left quickly.

The future queen looked down, noticing that the shadow hasn't moved that much. He wasn't supposed to leave yet. "Wait, weren't-" she stopped mid-sentence, seeing that he isn't there anymore.

Elsa inhaled shakily. She's losing her mind. She'll be insane by the time of the coronation. Has she finally broke from the stress? 

"No," she muttered to herself. She is perfectly sane. She knows what she heard, and she heard him call her snowflake. Does that mean that this person is really her best friend? He remembers? If he does, why hasn't he said anything?! It makes no sense. What if she really is going insane?! 

She quickly shook her head and stood up. She walked out of the garden, telling a maid to clean up her art equipment. Finally, she got to the privacy of her room. At least now she could think. If by some unpredictable impossible twist of fate that this is Jack, why has he not told her? His family? His friends?

Elsa sat on the bed, rubbing her temples. This is too much. She hadn't prepared for this.. this.. mess. 

Why was she making a big deal out of it anyway?! She shouldn't. Whatever she heard wasn't real. She was lost in her thoughts, after all. Elsa inhaled shakily, forcing herself to believe that idea.

The rest of the day passed by as a blur. Jacob had returned outside her room and she had avoided seeing him. Elsa soon found herself lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. Her head was throbbing, but there was little she could do about it. Her hand went over the snowflake of her necklace. She would very much rather forget everything at the moment. She sighed, closed her eyes, and let sleep eventually consume her.

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Elsa woke up quiet early in the morning, the memory of her usual dream of whites and blues getting forgotten easily. She didn't get out of her bed, wanting to enjoy its warmth.  At least she could think now. She was always calmer after waking up, she had nothing to affect her decision making.

She closed her eyes and let her mind wander to Jacob. He looked undeniably like Jack, she didn't dare observe to see if he acted the same way. She was afraid to do so.