Frozen Love: Jelsa

Chapter 8

     Elsa

        “And you’ve never regretted it?” Elsa inquired.

“Never,” Jack answered.

Once Jack had confided in her about his sister, she suddenly felt like she was seeing the more vulnerable side of him. This Jack wasn’t the unbreakable joker that she’d known for years. At the same time she felt honored that he would share such personal information with her, even if she was an old friend. Her blood ran cold when she heard a familiar voice with an accented drawl whisper to her in her head,

            “He’s only telling you this so he can manipulate you; convince you that you’re like him when you’re not. If you believe he understands you, think again! I’m the only one who will ever know what it’s like to truly be hated and alone.” When the voice faded, Elsa immediately stood up and looked around.

            “Did you hear that voice? Who was it?” Fear crept into her voice. Jack got to his feet as well and rested his hand on her shoulder.

 Elsa, what voice? I didn’t hear anything. Are you all right?” Elsa could tell by his face that he was genuinely worried. She had probably scared him over nothing more than a day-mare.

            “Nothing, I’m fine,” she lied. “But for a second I thought I recognized it.” She had meant to say this under her breath, but nothing could get past Jack’s keen ears.

            “You recognized it? From where?” Jack gazed at her intently. Now she was afraid that Jack would think she was crazy, but she answered anyway.

            “I remember it from when I was a little girl. He would come at night, hidden in shadows. He told me the most horrible things. He told me that he was the only one who knew what it was like. I tried to be strong and remember what my father told me, but it was so difficult.” The terrifying childhood memories finally overcame her, and so she burst into tears and leaned into Jack for support. Burying her face in his hoodie, Elsa heard Jack try to comfort her.

            “But you were strong enough to get through it. You still are, you-,” Jack stopped mid-sentence.

            “Elsa, do you know this man’s name?” Now he sounded stiff and scared. Elsa gave a sniffle and replied,

            “No, he never told me. Why do you ask?” She lifted her head out of his jacket and stared at him.

            “Well, let’s just say I think I’ve met him too,” he slowly pointed behind her so she could follow his finger. Standing only slightly farther down the mountain, smirking smugly, was Pitch Black.

~This one's not very long, but I'm hoping that what it lacks in size it'll make up for in dramaticness!

(I know that's not a word, but you get my drift.:) )