When the Snow Falls | jackfrost-flakes & frxzenandfree
It was one of those rare days where Elsa could leave her bedroom without anxiety.
Her sister was safe with her parents; across the border, in a neighbouring country, away from her. Though she wasn’t sure they would like it ( and, if she was honest, she wasn’t sure she did; not really ) she walked among the evergreens, the trail of frost that followed her everywhere these days obscured with the snow that already covered the ground.
She strolled along the garden paths at a measured pace, with her hands clasped demurely in front of her. Her eyes looked forward; anything else would tempt her to remove her glove, to trail her fingers lightly across the snow covered evergreens. She couldn’t let that happen.
It was when she finally reached the other end of the garden, the one furthest away from the castle, that she sat down on a wall that in spring would enclose a flowerbed, and allowed her small shoulders to slump. She bent almost double, uncharacteristically inelegant, with her elbows braced on her knees and her head buried in her hands.
A long, drawn out sigh escaped her pink lips and it was that that cracked the dam. She could feel tears pricking at the back of her eyes, but before one even welled up she heard a snap of a twig in front of her. She gasped, jumping and scooting backwards on the wall as she sat upright, left hand clutched to her chest as she steadied herself with her right.
“Who-who are you?"