Frozen Heart (ElsaxPitch fanfiction)

Her Fear, Disappointment.

Ten years have passed since then. In just a few months, I'll be sixteen and honestly, compared to the heroines in literature, my life was completely lackluster.

Today was just another day in the room. Same place I've always been. I sat on the chair that lined the wall under the window that looked out to the village. I placed my book down and sighed. Even from here, I could hear the faint chatter and laughter from the daily buzz of the village. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be there, among my subjects; laughing and talking with them. Then I remember that curse I had for powers and the reason why I'm stuck here. It was hard sometimes but I managed to get by.

I picked up my Anna doll and played with its hair. Who knows when was the last time I saw my dear sister? Its been a couple months. I've almost forgotten what she looks like though I cannot forget what she sounds like. She still sings to me, though not every day.

She must've given up on me. To be honest, I would too.

Of what good am I if all I do is stay in my room? Sometimes I wish I could be like those heroines. Free to travel and use my magic and be whoever I want to be. It seems impossible from my perspective. Some girls get it all.

"Nice book you're reading. By the way she dies at the end."

I screamed and looked up to see the smug face of that ashy pest. I calmed myself down and glared at him, snapping the book shut.

"That was not very nice of you."

"To do what? Reveal the ending or the little fright?" Pitch asked me, that smug look still on his face and somehow it invaded his voice too! That heathen creature.

"Both actually and I'd appreciate it if you didn't do it again." I answered politely in a voice I've heard Mother used when she talked with dignitaries. Whilst I was trying to be serious, Pitch found it to be quite hilarious.

Have I called him a heathen before? Because that's exactly what he is.

"And you expect to be Queen with an accent like that?"

"Yes, I do actually." I answered him back, my smile as cocky as his as I walked to the other side of the room. What was I doing here again? I don't know honestly. To be honest, I don't know a lot of things. Mr. King of the Nightmares was still fear probably because of just that, I still had nightmares. Nightmares of that time, nightmares of hurting my parents and my sister again... and again... and again...

Some were worse than others and I've rarely ever gotten a good night's rest, so it leaves me with a cranky attitude. Then of course, this creature comes around and only serves to further spoil my mood. Despite that however, I actually ... liked his company. In fact, I reveled in it. True, Mama and Papa still come around and visit me as often as they can, but to have a stranger and to have a friend? This was a first to me. Maybe, because of this heathen creature I'm still somewhat okay.

"That's an awfully weird smile you have on your face, Princess."

"Heh. It's not weird." I answered him back, clasping my hands together and walking back towards my window seat.

From there, I could see a lot of activity in the kingdom. Well, maybe not as much as you think but anything is welcomed. Today had a lot of merchants in town.

I wish I could be down there, speaking to others and having fun but I can't. I can't do anything but stay in my room. It's almost pathetic.

"Well, it seems as though I must leave now."

"Do you have to?" I asked him, whining a bit as I turned to face him. He smiled, though slightly as he continued, "Yes, Elsa. I cannot stop doing my job."

And just like that, he was gone again. It was just me and myself in this room... Alone. Again.

I sighed and leaned against the window, gently stroking the glass pane. Small swirls of frost formed on the clouded pane and it surprised me. My magic was never so soft and delicate before. I'm used to hardened ice and icicles. Not delicate intricacies like frost. I sighed again and passed my index finger across the pane, forming various shapes and designs. On one pane, I wrote Jack Frost.

Jack Frost?

A name I haven't thought about for years. I looked forward to meeting him. I mean, if Pitch... The Boogeyman... If he's real then surely, he must be real too, right?

But he never came.

I looked forward to him every winter and whenever the glass frosted over, but it was mostly me. Why would Pitch introduce me to someone and not have me meet them? It was terrible just thinking about the disappointment I felt.

I placed my hand over the window and leaned my head against the cool glass. It quickly frosted over on both the inside and outside. It was so quiet right now... nothing was happening. I hate these quiet moments because now I'm felt vulnerable to my thoughts, the thoughts I try so very hard not to think of feel each day.

One

Two

Three...

I felt my tears run down my cheeks and fall to the ground as tiny droplets of ice. Why? Why me? Why did it have to be me? What did I do to deserve all this suffering?

That sound.

I heard something that sounded like the thin cover of frost forming. I searched my room for the origin of the sound and came from one of the windows closer to my bed. The pattern wasn't like anything I've ever seen. It wasnt one of mine. So, whose was it?

The frosting stopped and marks were made in the frost. Something was writing it. It wrote hi.

"Um... Hello there."

Why are you crying?

"I... Don't know."

Am I crazy? I think I'm going crazy. I'm going crazy. I'm talking to my window. This is ridiculous.

You're too beautiful to be crying?

That was so... How to describe it? Corny? Anna would be good at coming up with a word to describe this feeling. It made me feel dumb and almost irritated with myself but at the same time, it also felt good. I felt happy. Even if the words belonged to an imaginary source, I wasn't alone anymore. Hence, I stood there grinning like an idiot.

There we go. You finally smiled.

Who is doing this? I'd really love to know. Maybe that's why I pushed open my window and looked around the area, but I found... nothing. I sighed. Honestly, I don't know what I expected to see when I opened that window. Maybe somebody looking back at me, staring intently as I reacted? That's what I get for expecting too much out of a single encounter. I sighed gain and closed the window, sliding to the floor, tears streaming down my face as I sobbed softly.

There was something worse than being alone and that was being disappointed. I hated it.