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 Favorit genre is action/romance, but mostly I have children’s Bücher in my room. I Favorit 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 Liebe 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 Von 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 Mehr than helping.
“Elsa?”
The voice was Anna’s.
“Anna, I’m not coming out. Just please leave me alone. “
I wanted her comfort Mehr 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 sagte softly.
“Whatever! Elsa please!”
Her voice was killing me.
“Anna, Du don’t understand!”
“Maybe I could!”
I broke out in tears.
“Stop just stop. I’m sick of Du coming up to my door! Du don’t know what’s going on in here, and Du shouldn’t! Anna just shut up and leave!”
I noticed a kreis of sharp ice surrounded me. I regretted the words I said.
“I’m not the bad guy, Du are! Some sister! I’d say villain at best.”
Add that to the Liste 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 Kommentar 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 Favorit genre is action/romance, but mostly I have children’s Bücher in my room. I Favorit 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 Liebe 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 Von 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 Mehr than helping.
“Elsa?”
The voice was Anna’s.
“Anna, I’m not coming out. Just please leave me alone. “
I wanted her comfort Mehr 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 sagte softly.
“Whatever! Elsa please!”
Her voice was killing me.
“Anna, Du don’t understand!”
“Maybe I could!”
I broke out in tears.
“Stop just stop. I’m sick of Du coming up to my door! Du don’t know what’s going on in here, and Du shouldn’t! Anna just shut up and leave!”
I noticed a kreis of sharp ice surrounded me. I regretted the words I said.
“I’m not the bad guy, Du are! Some sister! I’d say villain at best.”
Add that to the Liste 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 Kommentar though! :D
