A loud ringing sounds from a far away place. The strong aroma of vanilla fills my sinuses.
I hate vanilla.
I pull myself to a sitting position, I take into account my surroundings.
There is a large sofa with a telly in the corner, a small skylight lets in the dim sunlight.
My long platinum hair falls in my face.
I push it away and stand up.
Next to the sofa there is a small table.
On the table there is a pair of scissors and a note-
Cut hair.
I stared at the scissors and then pulled my hair out in front of me.
I started cutting.
Don't ask me why I obeyed the note. I just did.
My name is Elsa Arendelle. I will do as I'm told.
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Jack
FanfictionWhen Elsa falls into a coma, she enters a world of dreams. Or nightmares. It's up to Jack to save her from evil, but will she go with him? Or will she find where her true loyalties lie? This is based off a story I wrote a looooong time ago. Of cours...
