When We Collide (on hold until August)

Chapter Three

@lovepercyleoandnico: Well hi, my exams are over and we felt the need to update so here you are this chapter is dedicated to @believeinmeee because she writes really well, I would maybe call her my bae but I don’t know the exact definition of that and maybe I’d be using it wrong. Anyway she’s awesome, I’m not dedicating this to her because she did it for me, I was planning on doing this as soon as I wrote something that was passable as average.she thinks I’m funny, aw how touching * wipes tear away*  well shucks. Enjoy x. btw this is a Jelsa fan-fiction, incase you were confused.

I try and tell myself

“you’re not alone,”

yet when I get in bed at night

my sadness envelops me

rather than my blankets

and my head is propped up

by a monster of thoughts

rather than my pillow

and by the weight in my chest

it feels as if the mattress is laying on top of me

rather than the latter

and all I know through

this confusion

is when I sit up

and take a look around

the only one there

is me

and the only person who cares

is me

and the only person who understands

is me

and

gosh

am

i

alone

Elsa’s POV

I’ve spent countless sleepless nights thinking about things that don’t matter and trying to control things that aren’t under my control yet. Every time I have too much fun I think somehow my powers want to punish me, and punish me they do. I’m pursed with relentless nightmares that make the scary thoughts I have during the day seem trivial. Every small fear and insecurity I’ve ever had or felt is magnified by about a hundred I can deal with the nightmares alone, but the after-effects a shocking

After waking up from a particularly scary dream I would find myself covered in sweat and the room around me turned into a bizarre maze of stalactites and stalagmites. A while ago this wouldn’t have bothered me but now I knew hat Anna frequently burst into my room unannounced. God forbid one of the sharp pieces of ice may hurt her, again.

So I stay awake, whenever I think I may have nightmares I curl up into a ball and count the seconds until the sun rises and I can finally leave my bed and blame my swollen eyes on a cold.

The seconds seem unbearably long tonight and the heat is making in uncomfortably warm to curl up into a ball. A little bit of light seeps in from the crack under the door and a cool draught of air comes from the window. The door is ajar, I don’t remember leaving it open.

The cool air coming in from the direction of the door makes me decide to keep it open. I stare vacantly out the door until there is a little shift in the shadows. It must be a trick of the light, except it’s night time, there isn’t even any light to speak of.

Suspiciously I roll out of bed and slip on my shoes, I hope this isn’t another one of Anna and Kristoff’s pranks. The hall outside my room is completely dark and the only sounds are Anna’s monstrous roars coming from the directions of her room. This is all my overactive imagination, just another excuse to leave my bed.

There is another shift in the shadows, this time I can make out vague details, a tall lanky frame, messy hair, big feet, the figure is going down the stairs. Thinking on impulse I follow it instead of calling the guards like I should

Taking the steps two at a time and trying not to trip and fall in my haste I scan the hall for the stranger. I can’t find him. The hall is a pool of inky black and there are no noises except the irregularly loud sound that my heart is making. Sighing yet again, I turn away to leave but something stops me straight in my tracks, it’s the sound of breathing, it’s muffled and getting softer and softer every moment.

I have to follow it, my curiosity’s gotten the best of me. The footfalls seem to be heading in the direction of the atrium, the stranger isn’t bothering to keep their movements undetectable so I think they don’t know I’m here.

They stop abruptly when they get into the atrium, now I’m annoyed I have to see who it is

Snapping on the light I instantaneously recognize the pale complexion and tall frame of the person who I know only as Pitch. He starts and the sudden light and his pale complexion turns dark, he melts against the wall and now all I can see in his place is a shadow

Flattening myself against a wall now I hope he won’t see me, though I’m struggling to stay quiet on the inside I’m screaming. Finally, another person like me, maybe he to was born with my type of curse.

He doesn’t spot me in my position, half-crouched behind the doorway, so he reappears. His appearance is instantaneous and I can tell he’s known about his specialness for a while now I think I should make my presence known now

I point a shaking finger at him, “y-you’re just l-like me.”

His face contorts with anger; he lets out a mirthless laugh.

“Like you princess?” he’s mocking me, I know, I’m not a princess. “Yes, we’re the same, we really are, one of us gets to play around in a tiara and wear pretty dresses every day, but the other one has to hide and gatecrash parties.” I may have said something if what he said weren’t so true.

“Who-what are you?” I ask, fearing the answer

“Princess, I’m darkness, I’m the original monster that haunts your dreams and I am your nightmares.” He spreads his arms with a flourish.

“Why do you do it? You don’t know why, but you do. You make sure the windows are locked, you check the other side of the door, and you’re closet…You even check under your bed. Why do you do this? Does ripping open the shower curtain and seeing nothing there make you feel safe? Does scooping the area with your eyes after reading a scary story reassure you? Well, it shouldn’t. Because by the time you’ve looked, I’ve already hidden.” He’s screaming now, rage twisting his features.

“Do you know what it’s like to feel alone and misunderstood? Do you know what it’s like to-“

“Feel unloved and feared?” I’ve taken over now, the words coming out of my mouth are pure truth, “feel like everybody looking at you is judging you, and that that there’s repulsion behind their smiles? Yes, I know how it feels.” My arms are folded across my chest and I’m glaring at him.

 He smirks, “then I guess you do know what it’s like princess” he’s come closer now, If I wanted I could reach out and touch his face.

“Friends?” I ask, sticking my pinky out in the universal gesture of friendship.

He glares at my finger, “Princess, I’m a dude, dudes don’t make pinky swears.”

I’m flabbergasted, “what in the world in a dude?”

“You have a lot to learn don’t you?” he teases, linking his slender pinky with mine.

I nod

@lovepercyleoandnico: That was truly horrendous, I swear to got I feel like deleting it but meh I’m just to lazy. The next chapter however will be better because Nicole’s writing it. Yay. And the one after that. I’m lazy deal with it.

THEY WILL MEET IN THE NEXT CHAPTER OK?