Out Of The Dark

pt. One

Part One

Shivering, I took a step forward. It took too much energy, however, and I had to regain the balance I had lost. My eyes flickered up as snow landed on my eyelashes.

My lips were numb, and my cheeks felt drained of any colour. I clutched the cloak aroud me as tight as my frozen fingers could possibly achieve. Everywhere...hurt.

Nothing hurt as much as my heart, though. It felt restricted - as if there was a cold cage around it, squeezing it until I swear it would burst.

I grimaced, trying to look into the blizzard surrounding me, but it was pointless.

I suddenly heard a cry, and I carefully looked to my left. I saw a girl. I could see her face, but I couldn't see any features of her, as if I've seen her before but I didnt know her.

Then, suddenly-

"Layla!"

I sat upright, gasping and my eyes flashing open.

Sunlight poured into my room from the small gap in the curtains, as I sat in my bed. My fingers were clutching my bedsheets in a deadly grip, as I tried to calm my breathing.

It was just a dream.

"Layla? Wake up!" the voice yelled from behind my door.

I shut my eyes softly, feeling the cold sweat from my nightmare all over my body.

"Yea..." My voice had croaked, so I gulped and attempted to clear it. "I...I'm up."

There was a slight pause. "Alright. Breakfast in ten!"

I called down a short response, and peeled my duvet from my sweaty body. I planted my feet on the furry carpet, and stood up.

I made my way to the bathroom, avoiding the huge mirror placed along an entire wall of the okay-sized bathroom. I flicked on the shower and undressed, stepping inside and cleansing the nightmares from my brain.

After my quick shower, I grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around my body. I stepped out of the shower and went to the door, my eye catching the mirror.

I stopped and faced the mirror, feeling the disappointment I had always felt when I saw my reflection.

My hair was dark, darker than usually due to it being wet, with a small auburn tint to it. My freckles were slight against my olive skin tone, and my face was small and heart-shaped.

My eyes stood out, however. They were big - a dark tone of purple. They shone like jewels but I wished they were blue. Blue like my father's and mother's.

I wished my skin was pale like theirs; my hair blonde like theirs; and I was a taller build like them.

Of course, I was none of that.

I leaned forward to the mirror, and lifted one hand carefully to the mirror. I extended my forefinger and tapped the mirror with it.

Nothing.

Tears rushed to my eyes and I put my arm dow with disappointed.

There was always nothing. No frost coating the mirror, no snow falling from the lights. I didn't have the power my parents possessed, and I knew it broke theirs and my own heart.

I wish I did more...than nothing.

But, sometimes, wishing just doesn't work.

A/N: This is the story of Elsa and Jack Frost's kid in modern times...I hope you liked it!

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