Jelsa: I am not a monster

Chapter 3: Our Past

Elsa's pov:
The shower of rain came done almost in an instant. Typical British weather, me and Olaf just carry on down the street.

People kept on bumping into me, trying to out run the rain but with very little success. Not a single one of them apologises for bumping me. Rude.

Though I can't really talk with my unsocial behaviour, but I don't do it for my benefit I do it for there's.

I just don't want to hurt any one.

Me and Olaf were already soaked, so I didn't see the point in us trying to out run the rain. As I walk onto the bricked drive in front of my house, the light pours out, and revels 2 cars on the drive.

Mum and dad were home early today, wonder why? I step inside the house, take of my shoes and step into the front room.

I brace myself as I knew what was coming.

"Elsa!" a female voice shouts as her arms rap around me, knew that was coming.

"Anna don't I'm soaked you'll get wet" I say bluntly, as she stepped away from me realising I was wet.

I stare at my sister with her strawberry red hair with a single streak of white hair. That was my doing.

It happened when we were little, it was at the time that I got bullied a lot. One time I got really upset. We were together in my room at the time...

~FLASHBACK~ Elsa age 7 (Anna aged 5)
I run into my room slamming my door behind me.

Why!?

Why!?

Why did Patrick have to go and say that!? I'll freeze him, I'll kill him if he hurts Anna.

I push my head into my hands and groan loudly at my frustration. I can feel the frost building up inside of me, turning my body colder than it already is.

Snow starts to fall creating a thick layer on the floor that incases me up to my ankles. Sharp icicles start producing out of the walls, ripping the curtains and knocking stuff over.

The snow then starts to circle around me in a blizzard, making me unable, or barely able to see anything.

I start panting frantically and run my hands over my head. The blizzard gets stronger as the fear increases in my heart.

The light bulb above my head lighting the room smashes plunging me into total darkness. The fear continues to grow.

Then suddenly a small light appears from my door being opened. It reveals a little girl with strawberry red hair in pigtails, starring at me with a large amount of worry reflected off her face.

Tears in the corners of her eyes as she starts to get more upset, probably because she had no idea what was going on.

It was Anna.

"Don't come in!! You'll get hurt!!" I yell at her.

But she ignores my pleas and starts to venture into my room. I push my hand out in a stop gesture and yell again.

"Anna get out!! I don't want to hurt you!!"

But it seems that I can't even answer my own pleas as a shot of ice produces from my hand and shoots outwards.

Right towards were Anna stood. It hit her directly in the head, and she collapsed to the ground with a gentle thud that was provided by the snow.

The storm immediately stops, the snow suspended in the air. I stare at Anna for about 2 seconds and then instantly run over to her.