Let The Storm Rage On: A Jelsa Fanfic

A life or death situation

Elizabeth (haha shocker!!!)

I last remember looking down at my abdomen, then back up at Hans. He was holding a royal looking knife, stained crimson from blood. I stand there. I expect pain to be shooting throughout my body, but it goes as soon as it came. I don't understand why I don't fall. I should fall now. And I do.

They smirk at me and then exit the room. I curl up in a ball and my vision starts to blur. I want to call for help, but I can only wish for it. Once the door closes, I see Elsa run in. Wait, Elsa? Wasn't she still mad at me? Was she going to hurt me too? Is it really her?

"Elsa?" I say.

She looks at my cut. "Yes, it's me," she says.

"Aren't you still mad at me?"

She looks momentarily at my face with forgiving, blue eyes. "No, not at all. Listen, you're gonna be okay. I'll get you out of here. I'm going to go get Jack. Okay?" She then takes the dress I used for my disguise, and rips the skirt off in a spiral motion. She then wraps it tightly around my stomach. I wince in the pain. "There. That should slow the bleeding."

I slightly nod as she leaves the shop. Will she come back? Did she lie to me? Does she still hate me? I see the brown cloth turn maroon over time. The darker it gets, the sleepier I become. I decide to take a small nap. Maybe five minutes? I don't care. Once I close my eyes, I fall into a deep sleep.

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I am awakened by the familiar, soft, thud of running. I find myself looking at the stone path and brown capris. I am being carried on someone's shoulder. Like a potato sack almost. I look to my left and find a blue hoodie and a mop of white hair.

a few seconds later, his speed quickens and I see that he's off the ground. I am hallucinating. I'm sure of it. I ignore it and try to go back to sleep.

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Hey my fellow readers! I would first like to formally apologize for hitting the princess of Arendelle with my horse.

Anna: When did that happen?

Hans: It didn't because that's MY line!

Author: Well, I'm sorry, Princess that I'm flattering you with my imitation of you.

*oohs from everyone(includes aloes and stews and stuff). Hans pouts and leaves room.*

Anyways. What I'm really apologizing for is not writing in like a month or close to that. I started the marching band and there's a lot of practices for long periods of time. It's awful and awesome at the same time.

Second, some of you wanted to make the cover and cover name for my sequel. Well, let me put an end to your unease.

I will allow you guys to make a cover, texts and all, and then submit it into the comments section or PM it to me. I will then choose one and then use it. My last author's note will be dedicated to them and will be crowned 'Master Cover Maker.' Are we cool? Only thing is, characters aren't allowed to enter. Sorry guys.

*uproars from characters around the world. I shut door and then lock it out. Bangs on the door.*

I better go to get this crowd under control. Wait... Is that? Seriously? 3K views? Omigaw! Huggles for you all!!!!!!

~StellaXiao