Once Upon A Portal | Discontinued

Chapter 7: The Frosty Story Of My Life

Bianca POV 

I heard the voice in my head again. 

Bianca, I know you want to hurt them. They call you a monster, live up to their expectations. 

" No, I won't. I'm not a monster. I'm not, " I shook my head and curled up into a ball. 

Yes you are, Bianca. Use the talent that confined you to this room. 

" No. I don't want to use my powers! I don't want to! " I shouted, frost started to spread from my fingertips. 

You poor thing. Too scared to even try. Kill your parents, they hate you. They trapped you in this room. They despise you. And your sister, how old is she? When was the last time you saw her? 

" I don't remember. Hanna got sick when I was five. " 

Really? Hm. Well, she must have hated you too. Sure as hell she was the same. 

" No, Hanna loved me. B-But she got sick. I know she never left. " I pleated to the voice. 

Are you trying to get me to believe or yourself? 

" Both, " I answered in a squeak. 

Well, I have some work to take care of. Go draw some shit. I'll be back at seven. 

" Ok. Good bye voice. " 

My name is Elsa.

" Bye Elsa, " and the bond was on hold. I don't know an Elsa, the only person I've ever known is my mom, my dad and Hanna, my twin sister. I miss her ever so much. 

" Mom! I'm hungry, can I have some food? And could you get me my charcoal? " I called out to my mom. She was paranoid that if I ever left this room I would kill everybody. I was a little scared too, Elsa has more power over our bond than I did, so she can take over me. It's happened once in my life. It felt like being burried in dirt and not being able to control anything you're doing, your voice is muffled, your eyes are blurred, you can't breath. It's terrible. 

" Here you go dear, " my mom's hand stuck through the hold in the door for my food. 

" Thanks, " I grabbed it from my mom's gloved hand. Mash potatoes, carrots, turkey, stuffing. 

" Is it Thanksgiving? " I asked. 

" No, that was three days ago. " I shrugged and ate the food. I love stuffing so so so much. My charcoal was in a plastic cup, perfect to draw with. I had drawings that covered the floor. Most of them are of the outside world. There was so much wonder out there. So much beauty. I wish I could know more. I put down my plate and drew a picture of night time in the woods.