Cold Love (A Jelsa Fanfic)

Chalter 6: Love Hurts

Chapter 6

The night the messenger came, announcing my parents death, I didn't sleep. That morning I didn't eat breakfast, or lunch, or dinner. Pain and sorrow were my only friends. Beatrice tried to cheer me up in every way possible, but it never worked.

I kept rewinding that scene in my head. The excitement just before I opened the door, turning into a treacherous sadness. The mans words kept ringing in my head.

"The passing away of the King and Queen of Arendelle"

"Their funeral shall be held in a week, on September 20th"

"You must return to the kingdom of Arendelle and choose a spouse to accompany you in ruling the kingdom."

I had to get married! I stuffed my head into my pillow, hoping to drown out the voice inside my head, and all my terrible thoughts. I heard a knock on the door. Beatrice bolted up straight away. She was spending her weekend with me, when she could be out with her other friends, which was lovely, but I felt that I was letting her down. She didn't deserve me as a friend. I was a mess. Beatrice shut the door quickly.

"It's Jack!" She exclaimed.

My voice was hoarse when I replied, "tell him to leave, he can't see me like this. Tell him I'm not here."

Beatrice re-opened the door. "Elsa isn't here at the moment, you should leave", she blurted. She began closing the door when Jack placed a foot between it and the doorframe. His mesmerising blue eyes met mine through the crack

"Elsa, I know you're in there! Please I need to see you!" Jacks voice rang out from the other side.

"Go away, I don't want to see you" I croaked. That was a big lie, I wanted nothing more than to jump into his arms. Suddenly Jack pushed at the door with much force, but my reaction was quicker. I thrusted my hands forward, towards the door. I felt ice travel through my arms and escape through my fingertips, freezing the door shut. Beatrice jumped back, the ice had begun to grow up the ceiling as well.

I heard Jack grunt with frustration and then retreat, hesitantly and slowly.

"I feel awful", I sighed. Beatrice sat down beside me, on my bed. She squeezed my hands, meaning it to be a reassuring gesture, but I just felt worse. My whole world was falling apart again. Just when I thought things were starting to look up.

"It'll be okay, princess." She said. I felt anger bubble up inside me. How could she say that? She didn't know that! Beatrice didn't know what it felt like to be so alone, so isolated. I stood up immediately and faced her.

"How do you know it's going to be okay? How do you know that it's not just going to get worse? I grew up alone, my parents were the only people that cared for me! And now they're gone. And you're telling me it's going to be okay? You don't know what it's like for me, you don't know what it's like hearing your parents are DEAD! And on top of all that, I have to get married to some stupid prince that I don't even know!" I screamed.

Now Beatrice stood with me.

"You think I dont know what it's like?" She hissed, "My brother is dead. It's because of me. I burned him! And ever since that day I have been treated like a useless piece of garbage. A useless piece of garbage everyone feared. I was locked away in a tower. My mother and father never spoke to me. At least your parents loved you! And you have a caring sister. Every single day in that goddamn tower I told myself that everything will be okay. I doubted myself sometimes but that one sentence helped me get through that hell, it kept me alive and here I am now. I'm happy and around people that care for me, unlike my own parents. And I am giving the hope that saved me, to you. Because you don't deserve what happened. You don't deserve to be miserable like I was. Can't you see I'm trying to help you?!" Beatrice's shouting turned into a soft whisper.

I stared at her, speechless. I had never known her past, she never spoke about it, even when I told her about my sister and what I did to her. Beatrice scoffed.

"You know what? Fine", she spat. In one single movement she melted the ice that had frozen the door and stomped out, leaving me to think about her words that still hung in the air.

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After Beatrice left, I burst into tears. I was starting to push everyone away again. Why couldn't I just try to be nice? I don't know how long I stayed curled up on the floor, crying silent tears.

"Elsa" I heard someone whisper. I turned my head, hoping to see Beatrice standing there. It was Jack instead. "Oh Elsa" Jack walked towards me, cautiously. "Why is it, that everytime I see you, you're always crying?" he joked, but there was no humour in his joke and his expression was serious.

"I'm sorry." I wipe away the tears, "for everything".

"C'mere" Jack says, stretching his arms towards me. I leap into his arms, just like I had wished, ever since I had met him. His arms wrap around my waste, my arms wrap around his neck. He holds me like I might break at any moment. Gently but also firmly. 

We hold each other for what seems like forever. I don't want him to let go. But soon he does. Jack runs his hands down my arms until they cup my palms, he leans in. We're only a few milimetres apart. I want to kiss him. But I don't.

"I want to show you something", he murmurs. Jack pulls away and still holding my hands in his, he leads me out of the door.