My Angel of Music

Six Years Later

"Meg!  Meg, come here!"  I shouted over Annabel's loud piano.  Meg, in her beautiful white wedding gown hurried over to me.  She twirled around and smiled a smile so bright, it could light up the darkest of rooms.  I smiled and giggled.  The dress was slim, and fit her frame perfectly.  It had little rosettes on the bodice and diamonds on the hem of the skirt.  "Meg, you look absolutley stunning."  I breathed.  She laughed and twirled around again.  

"Do you think Luke will like it?"  She asked hopefully.  I strode to her and brushed a loose strand of blonde hair from her face.  "Luke would be crazy not to."  I said.  She smiled and mock curtsied.  I laughed.  "Only two more weeks and you'll be wearing it for real."  

Meg clapped her hands together.  "I'm so excited!  When will Erik be back?  He must be here for the wedding!"  

"He'll be home in two days."  I said simply before turning around to face the window.  I was so afraid.  I felt a hand on my shoulder.  "Christine, it will all be okay.  He will love her, no matter what."  She tried to reassure me, but I shook her off.  "No Meg, I'm not so sure of that."  I whispered as I walked over to Annabel and stroked her pale face.  She was concentrating on the piano notes, though she was playing them perfectly.  Her dark hair was tied back into a bun, with a few curly strands hanging off.  She was only six, yet she could play as well as I could.  "Annabel, darling, do you mind going to play in your room?"  I asked sweetly.  She looked up at me with her green eyes.  "Of course, Mama."  She smiled sweetly and jumped from her bench, and skipped off, singing to herself.

Erik had been away for eight months.  Of course, he didn't want to leave, but we needed money badly.  So, he wrote several songs, and went to America to perform and sell them.  I missed him terribly, but I was almost dreading his arrival.  I had a secret.  A dreadful, horrible secret.  Of course, I loved her.  But I didn't know if Erik would.  I sighed with tears in my eyes and sat on the bench.  

Meg sat beside me and held my hand.  "Come, let's go and see her.  She must be hungry."  Meg urged.  I wiped away my tears and stood.  

The dark hallway loomed ahead of us, and it felt like we were going to a prison.  I wanted to see her, but she only reminded me of Erik, and why I should worry.  Meg opened the door for me, and I quickly stepped inside.  I walked over to her, and stood over her Mahagony bed.  Her eyes were closed, and her tiny fist was clutching the blanket.  I smiled down at her sleeping form and stroked her blonde hair.  This made her tiny blue eyes flutter open.

Her pink mouth opened and a small cry escaped her lips.  I bent down and scooped her tiny form into my arms.  "Oh no, little Elsa, don't cry so."  I cooed softly.  She stopped crying, and let her arms flail around.  "It's alright.  Papa will be home in a few days, and all of this will be over with."  I said to her, but partially to myself.  Meg left the room, and left me and my daughter alone.  I sat in the wooden rocking chair and began to rock my little Angel to sleep.  

But my dark mind overcame me.  Some people will not think that she is an Angel.  Erik might not even think that she is.  I thought to myself.  Erik didn't know about Elsa.  He had been away for so long, and I couldn't find out where he stayed, so I had no way to tell him.  I pulled the baby away from my shoulder and held her in my lap.  She looked up at me with big, bright blue eyes.  I smiled.  "You are so beautiful, no matter what anyone says."  I said to the clueless baby.  The baby who had no idea that she was ugly.  The baby that had no idea her father was the same way.  The baby who had no idea how much hatred she would recieve.

I sadly stroked her right cheek gently with my finger.  It felt just like Erik's.  Twisted and deformed.  

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