60Here's chapter two! I'm usually a fluff writer, but I wanted to try something different. I hope I was able to capture the emotions, this is something i'm going through myself as well. Please share your thoughts on what you think! Future chapters will have some really sweet moments, I promise :)
"One day someone is going to hug you so tight that all your broken pieces will stick back together."
Please, I know you're in there,
People are asking where you've been
They say "have courage", and I'm trying to
I'm right out here for you, just let me in
We only have each other
It's just you and me
What are we gonna do?
Do you wanna build a Snowman?
Elsa brought her knees close to her chest; she shut her eyes as she heard her sister choke back tears, waiting for a response. It wasn't the first time that Anna had asked her this question and received no answer back; but this time was different. Elsa desperately wanted to open the door, to take her sister into her arms and never let go of her. They needed each other, now more than ever. But Elsa knew that she couldn't do this, she couldn't risk hurting Anna again. Because now, they really only had each other left.
Her world came crashing, and she could do nothing to stop it. Elsa grew up thinking that nothing would ever happen to her family, and that they would always be there when she needed them. Less than two weeks ago, Elsa had the last conversation she would ever have with her parents. They promised that things would be fine, and that they would come home soon. But that was a lie, they were never coming back. She couldn't bring herself to come to their funeral because that would mean she would have to accept that they were gone forever.
The pain was unbearable. When the news of her parents' death had reached her, it almost felt like a dream. Only it wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare; a horrible, horrible nightmare that didn't go away when she woke up the next morning. Her heart was breaking with each passing day and Elsa wasn't sure if she would ever be happy ever again. She could feel her chest tightening as she tried her best to fight back tears. Conceal, don't feel; she repeated this to herself for hours but could still physically feel her heart grow heavier and heavier with each passing second.
The only thought that plagued Elsa's mine was that life was so cruel. They had their entire lives ahead of them and didn't deserve to die so young. Her father wasn't going to walk her down the aisle or give her away at her wedding. Her mother was never going to meet her first grandchild. But what hurt Elsa most of all was that neither one of them would ever see her grow up to someday be the person they wanted her to become.
She heard Anna get up and listened as her footsteps grew fainter and fainter until only there were no other sounds except for Elsa's shuddering sobs. Even though she had pushed Anna away for the past ten years, Elsa had never felt so alone in her entire life. She watched lifelessly as the snow that had formed within her bedroom hung suspended in midair. Using all of her strength, Elsa forced herself up and walked two steps before collapsing in her bed. The image of her parents' smiling faces filled her mind causing her to feel more miserable; she closed her eyes and silently cried herself to sleep.
Jack watched helplessly from outside of Elsa's window as he watched tears stream down her face; he quietly entered her room and sat beside her. He brought his hand close to her cheek to wipe away the tears, but to his disappointment his hand passed right through her. Jack sighed in frustration; he wanted nothing more than to comfort her.
The first time Jack laid eyes on Elsa was when she was 16 years old; he never saw someone more sad or beautiful in his life. He tried to reach out to her and ask her what was wrong but of course she couldn't see or hear him. This was something he was used to, no one believed in him. He stayed in Arendelle and watched over her every day for the next few months; from the information that he had gathered from listening to conversations around the castle, the young princess had been isolated for the majority of her life. That was something he could relate to.
She was always staring out of the window as if lost in her memories and when frost began to form at her fingertips, she quickly withdrew her hands and snapped back into reality. Jack watched her struggle with her powers and wanted to tell her to embrace them instead of fear them. Within the next two years, Elsa seemed to have some control and did not look as unhappy as she had before. That was until she heard the news of her parents.
Watching Elsa's face twist in agony in her sleep made Jack want to cry. He muttered softly to give her good dreams to put her mind at peace; gold sand began to fill the room. Her face relaxed as the sand began to form four figures above her head. She was dreaming of a time when her family was still whole; he watched sadly as the two smaller figures ran up and hug the larger ones that resembled the deceased king and queen.
"I'm so sorry Elsa," he knew she couldn't hear him, but he didn't care. He watched the sand suddenly shift form to a boat arriving safely back to the docks.
"You're going to get through this, and you're not going to do it alone. I promise that I will be here for you, even if you can't see me," Jack leaned down and gave Elsa a gentle kiss on the forehead before leaving her room to let her dream in private.
Elsa forced herself to wake up early the next morning, wanting nothing more than to just sleep the rest of her life away. She held her blanket close to her chest, wondering how she was ever going to survive this. She dragged her feet out of bed and walked towards the balcony to watch the sunrise. Elsa touched her forehead: it was colder than usual. Her hand lingered on the spot; somehow, she almost felt comforted by the cool touch. She had a happy dream about her parents and of Anna, but she also had another dream; she dreamed of a white haired boy reassuring her that she was going to be okay. Maybe there would be a time where she would be okay, even if that time wasn't today or tomorrow or any time soon. But she wanted to trust and believe in this boy. Elsa knew that it was just a dream, but a small part of her hoped that someday this dream boy would help her string back the pieces of her broken heart. She sighed to herself and walked back into her room, ready to endure another day.