Melting the ice (Jelsa)

Chapter Fourteen

Dedicated to @itsmira7 because she pointed out my spelling mistakes on the previous chapter.

Elsa

"Agh!" I heard a pained voice exclaim behind me. I turned around, praying to the heavens above that Anna was alright. A gasp escapes my lips and I am devastated to see Anna crouched down, clutching her chest. I can see the irregular rise and fall of her back and shoulders, and I knew she was having a hard time breathing.

"Anna!" a new voice cried out. It was deep and unfamiliar and I instantly knew it was a boy.

My guess was right when a huge muscular man comes running in the room, his blond hair topped off with a hat, heading straight for Anna, "Are you alright?" he asks, helping Anna up.

"Yes, yes... I'm fine," Anna states firmly.

"Who is this?" the words, out of sheer curiousity, came out before I could stop them, "Wait, no it doesn't matter," I said absentmindedly. There were more important things at hand, "You have to go now!" I demanded. I cannot bear to see Anna hurt, not again.

"No! Elsa I know we can figure this out together!" Anna insisted, looking determined. Until now, I still admire her determination. She went all the way this mountain to see me. But she was wrong; we can't figure this out. If she stays, I'll hurt her more.

"How? What power do you have to stop this winter?" I pointed out, then added, "To stop me?" me. The monster who cause all of this.

"Anna, I think we should go," the man says, looking around my castle worriedly. The ice was starting to turn red, casting mean, wicked reflections around us. A sure sign that I was losing control; a sure sign of fear.

"No. I'm not leaving without you, Elsa." Anna states firmly, looking at me in the eye. She won't budge.

"Yes, you are!" I said. She didn't give me any other choice.

With my powers, I made a snowman, and not like sweet little Olaf. This one was big and burly,  with icy armor, icicles for fingers and boulder sized legs and feet.

Anna and the man looked at it, fear evident in their wide open eyes. Marshmallow, I think in the back of my mind, I'll call him Marshmallow. Weird name, I know, but it seems fitting.

Anyway, Marshmallow grabs Anna and the blond man and flings them out.

That should keep them out for now.

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Fear was eating me up. I struck Anna again.

In her heart!

Oh, dear what am I supposed to do? I tried to calm myself. The walls were starting to glimmer a bright red. "Conceal it, don't feel!" I said, frustratedly, "Don't let it show," I murmured.

I paced back and forth; what am I going to do?

"Oh, my dear Elsa," a voice disrupts my quiet palace, disturbing my peace, yet making me forget whatever I was thinking about before.

I whipped around in fear and confusion; did I somehow give Marshmallow the power to talk? I wondered. It happened to Olaf...

But, Marshmallow was outside. The voice came from within the depths of my castle. It seems to be lurking in the shadows, "Who's there?" I demanded fierecely, turning around.

A dark shadow emerges from the red walls. My eyes grow wide with fear as the entity morphs into a dark man, with pale, grayish skin, sharp yellow eyes, and dark spiked hair. He was wearing a black robe that falls to the floor and his yellow eyes leered at me like I'm his prey.

"Who are you?" I demanded.

He smiles haughtily, "I am Pitch Black,"

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