It's time for my first fan-fiction! *Trumpets sound* First of all, the first chapter is slow, and boring. So suffer through the first one and it will get better!:D The story is about Elsa(<33) when she was 15. It's about how she feels about Anna and there is a boy :3. Stay tuned for more!
Without further adue... Here is the first chapter to a (most likely) horrible fan-fic.
I sat on the window railing staring out at the snow. Children from the villages building snowmen, sledding, and having snowball fights. I ran over to my door and looked out the eyehole. All clear. I ran back to my window and threw off my gloves. I giggled slightly.
“Here goes!”
I used my powers and through the snowball with perfect aim at a kid’s head.
“Dead on!”
I remembered when Anna and I would build snowmen out in the snow. That’s when we were younger… like when I was 8 and she was 5. Those days were now long ago. I was almost 15 now and Anna had just turned 12. I spent my days locked in my room mostly with drawing. I drew multiple different things. I loved drawing the outdoors. The snow and children having fun. I also loved drawing my room. I liked getting every detail perfect. I’m a big reader too. My favoriete genre is action/romance, but mostly I have children’s boeken in my room. I favoriete thing in the world to draw are possibilities of my powers. These trolls basically told me I was a monster with no control over my powers, and sometimes I love to imagine what they could’ve grown to be if I wasn’t the monster I am. My parents always knew it, and now I do too. Only Anna doesn’t, and she’s the one person on the planet who still some-what likes me. I draw fantastic snow buildings, that the gloves on my hands hold me back from making. I know I can’t though. I would probably destroy everything. Anna still comes door my door constantly asking me to come out and play with her. I always say no. That’s what I’ve been trained to do for the past 7 years. My parents told me that I should stay locked up for Anna’s safety, but sometimes I wondered if this was hurting both of us meer than helping.
“Elsa?”
The voice was Anna’s.
“Anna, I’m not coming out. Just please leave me alone. “
I wanted her comfort meer than anything, but I resisted the urge to let her in.
“Elsa, what’s wrong? What happened to you? The servants say that you’re going through a rough patch, but rough patches don’t last for 5 years!”
I tried to contain my emotions. Anger and sadness lead to bad things.
“7 years. It’s been 7 years.”
I zei softly.
“Whatever! Elsa please!”
Her voice was killing me.
“Anna, u don’t understand!”
“Maybe I could!”
I broke out in tears.
“Stop just stop. I’m sick of u coming up to my door! u don’t know what’s going on in here, and u shouldn’t! Anna just shut up and leave!”
I noticed a cirkel of sharp ice surrounded me. I regretted the words I said.
“I’m not the bad guy, u are! Some sister! I’d say villain at best.”
Add that to the lijst of people who think I’m a monster. The trolls knew it, my parents knew it, and I knew it, now Anna too.” My crying was audible. I heard Anna running back to my door.
“Elsa you’re not a monster. I… I …I’m sorry.”
I didn’t respond. I heard her walk away. I buried my face in tears and slowly the ice around me began to melt.
Eh, I know it sucks. Please commentaar though! :D
Without further adue... Here is the first chapter to a (most likely) horrible fan-fic.
I sat on the window railing staring out at the snow. Children from the villages building snowmen, sledding, and having snowball fights. I ran over to my door and looked out the eyehole. All clear. I ran back to my window and threw off my gloves. I giggled slightly.
“Here goes!”
I used my powers and through the snowball with perfect aim at a kid’s head.
“Dead on!”
I remembered when Anna and I would build snowmen out in the snow. That’s when we were younger… like when I was 8 and she was 5. Those days were now long ago. I was almost 15 now and Anna had just turned 12. I spent my days locked in my room mostly with drawing. I drew multiple different things. I loved drawing the outdoors. The snow and children having fun. I also loved drawing my room. I liked getting every detail perfect. I’m a big reader too. My favoriete genre is action/romance, but mostly I have children’s boeken in my room. I favoriete thing in the world to draw are possibilities of my powers. These trolls basically told me I was a monster with no control over my powers, and sometimes I love to imagine what they could’ve grown to be if I wasn’t the monster I am. My parents always knew it, and now I do too. Only Anna doesn’t, and she’s the one person on the planet who still some-what likes me. I draw fantastic snow buildings, that the gloves on my hands hold me back from making. I know I can’t though. I would probably destroy everything. Anna still comes door my door constantly asking me to come out and play with her. I always say no. That’s what I’ve been trained to do for the past 7 years. My parents told me that I should stay locked up for Anna’s safety, but sometimes I wondered if this was hurting both of us meer than helping.
“Elsa?”
The voice was Anna’s.
“Anna, I’m not coming out. Just please leave me alone. “
I wanted her comfort meer than anything, but I resisted the urge to let her in.
“Elsa, what’s wrong? What happened to you? The servants say that you’re going through a rough patch, but rough patches don’t last for 5 years!”
I tried to contain my emotions. Anger and sadness lead to bad things.
“7 years. It’s been 7 years.”
I zei softly.
“Whatever! Elsa please!”
Her voice was killing me.
“Anna, u don’t understand!”
“Maybe I could!”
I broke out in tears.
“Stop just stop. I’m sick of u coming up to my door! u don’t know what’s going on in here, and u shouldn’t! Anna just shut up and leave!”
I noticed a cirkel of sharp ice surrounded me. I regretted the words I said.
“I’m not the bad guy, u are! Some sister! I’d say villain at best.”
Add that to the lijst of people who think I’m a monster. The trolls knew it, my parents knew it, and I knew it, now Anna too.” My crying was audible. I heard Anna running back to my door.
“Elsa you’re not a monster. I… I …I’m sorry.”
I didn’t respond. I heard her walk away. I buried my face in tears and slowly the ice around me began to melt.
Eh, I know it sucks. Please commentaar though! :D