Angel of Music

Chapter Twenty: Help Me Say Goodbye

The night was a dark and cold one. The darkness consumed all areas of the theatre. The darkness consumed all areas of light. No sign of any daylight, just darkness.

Elsa lay in her bed. She had embraced the darkness and she was never bothered by the cold either. Keeping her eyes open as she began to think things through. It had been a long and fascinating night but she had yet to understand the event. Her Angle's and Hans' words bombarded her head with great force. She needed to think.

With this in mind, she sat up on her bed. A glanced through the window before she ripped the covers from her body and stood on her own two feet. Glancing around, hoping she would not wake any of her associates who all slept soundly. She took a quick glance at Anna who was sound asleep and letting soft snores escape her mouth. Turning her head, she glanced over to Rapunzel who seemed to be sleeping like a princess.

Walking towards the door sheepishly, she grasped her cape that hung against her door. Elsa, silently, opened the door to reveal Hans sound asleep in a chair. Elsa watched him for a moment, finding it sweet how he had slept there to protect her.

Quietly and quickly, Elsa passed him while wrapping herself in her navy blue cloak. With herself ready for the cool night's air she descended the stair and made her way to the stables.

Even at night, the stable's were still occupied and ready for any patron. So when Garret saw Elsa enter the stables he needn't bother to prepare her a carriage.

"Monsieur," Elsa said in a soft voice towards Garret as she placed a few coins within his hand.

Garret looking down at the change the young soprano had given him asked quietly, "where to, mademoiselle?"

"The cemetery," Elsa told him as she went off to collect something more appropriate to wear.

Garret continued to count the coins that Elsa had given him. He had not noticed that shadow that was watching him.

Elsa had picked a dress which would fit for her purpose. Placing it over her nightgown, she flattened down the fabric. Ready to go, she quickly noticed the bushel of white roses that were within a jar. She shook her head trying to forget the white roses that she knew were from her Angel.

Garret was calming the horses as he waited for Elsa to return and start the journey to the cemetery. However, plans changed. He was hit in the back of his head causing him to fall and to go unconscious. Garret was swept away.

Hans jolted awake. Giving out a yawn he wiped the sleep from his eyes before he looked back at the door. Realising the door was open he jolted up from his seat. Hans entered the room full of sleeping ballets and searched for Elsa. No Elsa. That meant one thing.

Elsa made her way to the readied carriage that stood in front of her. She did not falter in her movements. She had nothing to fear. Or so she thought.

Climbing into the black carriage, she placed the bushel of white rose down before she herself sat. She told in a soft voice to the coachman, "to my father's grave, please."

The coachman wore an unusual attire of dark blue and half his face was wrapped in a cloth, but Elsa did not question his apparel. Elsa was too busy thinking of her father and mother. Oh, how she missed them.

Hans by then had clambered down from the stairs. Hearing the sound of horse hooves he ran towards the window. He watched as the carriage began to disappear with Elsa before he ran towards the stables. As he arrived he saw a stable man groaning as he rubbed head.

"Where have they gone!" Hans demanded harshly as he glanced at the man.

"The cemetery," Garret replied as he continued to walk while rubbing his aching head.