The Choices We Make (A Jelsa Fan-Fiction)

Chapter 1: The Prophecy

       Hey Everyone! Welcome to my first ever fan-fiction! I'm so excited for this is the first time I've ever posted my writing anywhere! I'm pretty proud of myself in all reality. But I hope you enjoy this little project of mine. I don't know how long it will be but I will try to update regularly. It's a good thing I'm ahead in chapters though! Anyways, enjoy the first chapter~! 

 Chapter 1: The Prophecy

   I had finally gotten the chance to relax after a long day of paperwork and being stuck in my study for hours on end. I sighed deeply as I slipped out of my casual emerald dress and changed into my silk black nightgown. The silk clung to my skin from the cold that seeped through the window. I then climbed into bed and wrapped my quilt around me for some warmth. The goose feather filled pillow rested my head as I slowly closed my eyes and was fast asleep before I knew it.

I shot awake when I heard a knock coming from the other side of my bedroom door. I groggily rubbed my eyes as I let out a yawn and stretched my limbs.

    “Elsa, time to wake up for your big meeting today,” Anna reminded me through the door.  My whole body boosted with energy when Anna reminded me of the very important meeting. I then jumped out of bed and hurried into the bath. I turned on the water and began to undress myself—my silk nightgown pooled at my feet as I step out of it and into the running bath. The water was already lukewarm and that was perfectly how I liked it. I quickly washed my hair as thoroughly as I could and I took the vanilla oil body wash and lathered it across chest, torso, arms, and legs. I continued to swath my body in a strong vanilla scent. To be honest, the aroma was heavenly.

    I was glad to find it in the market one fine day—it certainly paid off. I finally finished rinsing myself off and I stepped out of the bath after draining the water. I wrapped my fluffy towel around me and I scurried back into my room to search my closet for the perfect dress for this meeting. I unwrapped the towel around me and bent over as I twisted the towel on top of my head and opened the door to my walk in closet. The water was dripping off my body and onto the tile floor as I browsed through my closet. I smiled once I spotted a plum colored dress that was embroidered with silver designs along the bodice and waistline. The dress hung to the floor and I was happy to know that this dress would go perfect with my silver gladiator sandals that Anna got for me for Christmas last year.

   I first tightened a bustier around my torso and I slipped on my usual undergarments and long underwear underneath the dress. Once I was completely done I stood in front of the mirror to observe the final product. The dress fell perfectly to my feet and my hair was just exactly how I had it for my coronation last year. I sighed deeply as the memories of those times flooded my mind. I couldn’t believe that I survived that whole nightmare. But I was glad that everything was at peace once again and Arendelle is in no danger what so ever. I then took one more glance at myself in the mirror and smiled genuinely at my reflection.

   “You’re stronger than you think Elsa,” I reassure myself before I turn my back from the mirror and open my bedroom door. As I walk out into the main hallway of the castle I gripped on to the intricate wooden rail of the staircase as I watched each step that I took—hoping that I wouldn’t trip on my dress. My carriage arrives at a punctual time of 9 o’clock and I reach the end of the staircase. I graciously bow towards the driver and the generous man who opens the carriage door for me. I sink into the cushion seat of the carriage as it rocks back and forth of the horses moving fairly quickly. I lay my hands in my lap with the invitation as I patiently wait for our arrival to the location. I glance down at the invitation again and see that we meet at this certain tree deep in the Blue Moon Forest. They say a man named North with be waiting for me and it is also said in the description that he will transport me to The North Pole. I was a little nervous about this but I have a feeling these people know exactly what they are doing. They don’t call themselves the “Guardians of the Earth” for nothing. The carriage’s wheels bounced against the dirt trail as the ride began to get increasingly bumpy. Then suddenly the carriage stopped and the driver announced our arrival. I let out a small smile as the driver opened the door for me to step out. The tree was tall and just by taking one glance at it—something in my mind told me that this tree was special in its own way. I stood by the tall trunk as piles of leaves were scattered all across the area. It was the end of February and oddly there hadn’t been any snowfall nearby in days. It was strange for this time of year. Then all of a sudden I heard a rumbling voice behind me, and with an accent so thick I could hardly understand what the man had said. I would have guessed it was North once I turned around. I had to completely look up in order to give North eye contact—he must’ve been seven feet tall! I tried to hide my gasp but that ended up being useless.