The Moon Told Me

XIII: Elsa

I paced back and fourth in the bathroom waiting for the bell to ring, ending this horrid day. I could have left school, but I--being me-- couldn't do it, so I waited. I thought about anything else to keep my mind off of what happened between Jack and I. 

Kissing him shouldn't have that kind of effect on me even though that was my first kiss. It was exhilarating and passionate. It was perfect and he was perfect, but he was Jack. Jack the only person who understood me and I didn't want to jeopardize our short, but only friendship I had. 

Thinking about having no friends took my mind off of the kiss, but put me in a depressive funk and when the bell rang I walked out of the bathroom and made my way outside staring at my shoes. There was nothing special about my shoes, but  I didn't want to see the lingering eyes on me as I passed by. They all must know by now.

I walked home in silence, my mind blank except for the nagging at the back of my mind telling me that I really did want him to come after me and tell me it was okay.

when I got home I went straight into the kitchen expecting to see Anna and kristoff or no one, but that wasn't what I saw. I saw a boy half naked with a cut crossing his torso and while it wasn't bleeding it  was surely swollen. It crossed over from his left shoulder to his right hip. I covered my eyes as quickly as I could and turned around because I didn't want to accidentally see him again. "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" I said.

"He's here because he saved me and it's my house too." At the voice of my sister I turned around forgetting the boy was ever there.

"And why is he naked?" I responded colder than I expected.

"Because he saved me. It was the least  I could do." She had a dish rag in her hand it was soaked with his blood.

"She got jumped and I heard her scream. I came as quickly as I could and beat the guy off, but he had a knife and I got cut." The boy finally said causing my attention to once again be on the shirtless boy in my kitchen.

"Do you have a name?" I asked slightly annoyed. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but there was something off with him and his story. Arendalle was peaceful, we didn't jump people unless it was someone new, someone I didn't know was here. That added to the mystery because no one could really get here. "And how did you get to Arendalle?"

"My name is Alex and I just got here by boat. Anything else, your majesty?" He said the last part with a slight bit of venom and I could see Anna flinching in the corner of my eye. I couldn't tell if it was the venom or the 'your majesty,' that made her do it.

"No that's all." I turned and stalked back through the front hall and made my way to my room. My mind wondered to something that happened before my parents died. It was winter and we-- my parents, Anna and I-- were all sitting by the fire when it grew. It grew to the ceiling, licking up the curtains and walls, but not catching them on fire. It grew and captured us in the room. We couldn't figure out what was going on and as the fire died down I saw a figure standing amid the flames. I tried to tell my father, but he told me the smoke was just getting to me.

The figure was broad like Alex and gave me a warm feeling-- not the cozy warm feeling at Christmas, but a dark feeling as if there was something other than him and us in the room. 

I made it to my bed room after a few wrong turns. On the bed was a piece of paper folded in fours. On the paper it said 'I'm sorry for what I did and I didn't want you in the middle. I know that's vague and I know we bairly know each other, but you have to turst me when I say that I'm leaving and I'm not coming back. It's the only thing left to do to keep you and your friends safe. I understand that you must hate me, but there is one thing I have to tell you.' My heart stopped as I read the last four words on the page. 'I love you. ~Jack.'

I dropped the note. I was to numb to do anything, but sit on my bed; I couldn't even cry. He was leaving? My only friend; the only one who understood what it was like to be an outcast. The one I loved back. 

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