Melting the ice (Jelsa)

Chapter Twelve

So just a reminder, Elsa can't or doesn't remember Jack, okay? Pitch erased her memories of anything that relates to Jack. Oh and Pitch, too, since Jack told her about him. If its confusing, just ask me in the comments.

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Elsa

I pick myself from the ground. My head was throbbing. I've been crying for a while now. I continue trudging up the mountain, feeling a pang of loneliness in my chest.

I am in complete and utter isolation. The way they looked at me earlier made tears flood my eyes but I blinked them away.

They are safe from me now. They are down there, back in Arendelle while I am up here in the mountains.

I sighed. I looked around; the snow seems to be glistening under the moonlight. It was such a beautiful sight. I looked up at the moon.

Embrace it.

Did the moon just talk?

I scowl, "Embrace what?" I ask out loud. Again, I looked at the moon for answers.

Your powers.

Okay, so this is creepy. I'm all alone and yet I can hear someone whispering things in my head. Maybe it is the moon?

"No, Elsa, stop being silly. The moon can't talk. Your curse is getting to you." I muttered to myself.

Its not a curse. Its a gift.

There it is again!

"Who's there?" I yelled out to no one in particular. Nobody is here. I'm alone.

You're never alone.

I gasp, "Show yourself!" there was no answer. I shake my head. The voice told me to embrace it. Embrace my powers. I looked around. I'm alone.

Whoever that voice was, it was right. I should embrace it.

Its a gift.

I smile. It is a gift. Looking at my glove, a reminder of the stress and fear. They already know about my cur- no, gift. I don't have to hide anything anymore.

Smiling, I tore off my glove and let it go. It flew above my head, disappearing into the distance. I felt the cold air nipping my skin welcomingly.

Without realizing, I started singing.

Let it go, let it go

Can't hold it back anymore

Let it go, let it go

Turn away and slam the door

I don't care what their going to say

Let the storm rage on

The cold never bothered me anyway.

At the last line, I unclasped my cloak, watching as the wind carries it away. I ran. But this time, not because I was afraid. It was because I wanted to see the wonders hiding in beneath all this snow. To see it from a different perspective.

I reached an abyss. I needed a way to get across.

Just tell yourself what you want to do and let your powers do the rest.

A little voice in the back of my head says. It was familiar, but I can't quite place who the voice belongs to.

Regardless, I followed its advice and held my hands out. A snowy staircase emerges. Snow? How will that hold my weight? I hesitantly stepped on the first step. All the snow clears away, revealing ice as thick and clear as glass.