Jelsa Short Stories

He's Not Real

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Queen Elsa's Point of View

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"Mom, I want a bedtime story." I said as I sat in bed, leaning against the pillows.

"Oh alright." Mother replied with a smile. "I know just the perfect one for you."

"Once upon a time, there was a boy who controlled ice and snow, just like you, my little snowflake." She spoke, tucking me into bed.

"Wait, so you mean I'm not alone?" I asked, my eyes sparkling in delight. "There are others who have my powers as well?"

"No, dear, you're not. And yes, there are others." She replied, sitting at the edge of my bed to continue the story.

"The man in the moon gifted him with his great powers. He's one of the guardians, along with Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, and the Sandman. They were destined to defeat the Boogeyman and keep children all over the world happy."

"I wanna meet him, Mom. What's his name?" I sat up in excitement and enthusiasm.

"He's known as Jack Frost, the Winter Spirit." She replied with a lopsided smile. "He's a norse myth. But if you believe hard enough, you might just see him."

"That's all for tonight, honey." She stood up, coming near me and kissing me on the cheek.

"Aww but I want more." I pouted, not contented.

"Sorry sweetie, it's already late." She walked towards the door. "Now get some rest."

I just huffed, turning away from the door. I shut my eyes and from that day on, I could never forget about Jack Frost.

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I sighed as I massaged my temple. I'm already 22 years old, yet I can't stop thinking of Jack Frost. Is it weird that I believe in myths? Well, technically, Jack Frost is the only myth I actually believe in.

Every focus I had was gone. I haven't even finished any paperwork I had to do. I'd end up writing his name on the parchment. I even drew a snowflake next to it once by accident. This is why my trashbin was overflowing with crumbled paper.

It's already night and I skipped dinner just to accomplish all the work I had waiting. But I can't seem to finish anything because my mind just won't let me.

I heard a knock on the door. Three concrete knocks consecutively. "Come in." I muttered, not bothering to check who it was.

"Your Majesty, more letters have been sent in." Kai said, with a tray of scrolls in hand. I groaned, leaning in my seat.

He looked at me, his face showing great concern. "Do you want a rest, my queen? You could always finish all these tomorrow."

I glanced at the clock. It was a quarter to ten. I let out a long breath. "That would be great, Kai. Thank you."

He just smiled sincerely and gave me a bow, before turning away to exit the room, the tray of scrolls still in hand. I scoffed, grabbing my pen as I was determined to finish the workload I have.

As the door shut close, I began to read letter by letter, but to my dismay, I just can't seem to reply. My mind may know what to write, but I'd just unconsciously mess it up. I finally gave up, dropping my pen on the desk and standing up.

I walked towards my window, just gazing out to ease the stress that I've felt, admiring the stars that sparkled in the sky. The northern lights danced with glee tonight, and it made me lightly smile. And then, there was the moon. It was full tonight. It glistened in the night sky, and I began unconsciously speaking to it.