So I wrote a fic based on this audio post.
Keep in mind I wrote most of this in one go at like 5 am so it’s probably not very good, but I hope you’ll all enjoy it nonetheless. Also it is pretty long, as it was originally in seven different parts, so don’t sit down and get invested in this if you don’t have a bit of time. Best viewed using xkit’s ‘read more now’ add on.
WARNING: It /is/ a horror AU and features badly written gore and psychological torture. Also spooky toddlers. If you’re triggered by these things I must suggest you don’t click the read more below.
Scritch, scratch. Scritch, scratch.
As Elsa finished carving the indention into the back wall of her closet, she let the letter opener slide from her grip and clatter on the floor. One month. It had been one month already. Blue eyes turned to the clock on the wall opposite of her. It was almost time again. She felt her heart sinking.
How much longer would this go on?
As predicted, the exact moment the second hand ticked over and showed the turning of the next hour, there was a knock at her bedroom door.
Tap, tap, tap-tap, tap.
D̝̖̭̻̱̈́ͣ͗ͦo̠̥̦͍̘͙͎̎̄̏ͦ͊ ͖̜̘̰͆̊y̗̾ͥ̽͐̉̅͝o͓͖͍̥͚͒ŭ̸ ̶͈̙̝͔͔̙̥͆ͬ̊̍̔ͭͫw̶̜͉̘̞ͮ͋a͈͖̍̅ͧͅn͉̮̼̪̾̐̐̿ͫ̇͠ͅn̷̩͆̓ͅa̺̟͝ b͙͖͔̣̎̆ͣ̾ͣͩ̑u̻̱͕̫͎̼̎̆ͮ̊̉ͅi̧̹͔̲̓ͥͭ̿ͪ̽l̨̠̰͓̺͑̍̋ͮ̋ͬḍ̭͒̾͡ ͉͕ͬ͊͛̄͝ǎ̰͎̮͍̹̙ͤͫ́̋̀ ̜̥̎ͨ̉͑ͅs̵̩n̛̰͎̟̈́̏̌ȯ̱̫ͬ̿ẅ͇͓͎́͛̔͊̅ͪm̭͈̠̤̯̪̾̾́̈́́ͮ͋a̲͌́ñͬͣ͊́͑͏̤̰?̉̊ͬ̋̑ͫͣ͟
Elsa fell to her knees on the closet’s carpeted flooring, putting her hands over her ears.
C̤̩͙̣̩̘̦̋ͯ͆̉́o̵̱̥̟͂ͧ̓̀m̮͈̗͇̫̤̲̔ͭ̃̾e͌̋̉ ̳̰̞͒͐̀ͤ̓ͭ͡ͅo̯̍ͬ̾n̹̬̙̞͚̋̅͠ͅ,͈̜̩͓͊ͅ ̫̙̀̔̿͊̎̓̊l̨̫̦̗̯̩͈͒̐ͨ̈ͮe̙̪͙̙͔t̸’̵̦̣̦͓s̎̇͊̒͢ ̶̦͖̯̭̗̬̺͂̀̏̾g̗̈́̏͌͆ͧ̃̏͡o͇ ͤͫ̑ͧ͘a̟͂̓͋͊̄̏n̪̂͊dͪ͂̉͒̚҉̹ ͉̙̗̭̙ͅp̜̓̋̃͜l̛̮̹̝̔̇̌ͣ̆̐a͎̥̋y͍͞!̛̬̠̣̃͆͐͌͐̿̌ͅ
Please. Please go away.
I̿͒ ͎̼̰̥̭̞̾̌͋́̑̿ͨn̥̮̙̙̤̙̈̀ͮͩ̌ͭ͆͡ė̛̓v̢̱̥̮̭ͩe̡̩̿̊ͦ͋r͎̗̣̀ͯ̿ ̞̜̋̒s̵̽̐̑e͎͉̩̼̺͇e̟̲ ̣͎͔̲̰͔͗͋y̔o̩͕̯͖͚ͨͪụ ̹̯̰̯̗̝͟a͍̭ͨͦ͋̓͜ṋ̬̠͚̻̺̦̅ͦ̒ͧͤ̽̊͟y̶̟͔̗͎̼͆ͯ̇̃̊ͫm̳͙̓͌ͤo͔͍̠͉͕͖͇̔̔̈́͒̀r͇͖̰͔̪̽̆̍ͧ͒̔ḛ͉̱̘̿͛̍̉̂ͬͅ,͈̩̮ͩ̑ͪ̅ͮ ̗̳̹͗ͣ̒͜ͅĉ̣̗̰̘̩͌ͤͥͦo͗̊̽ͨͭ͒ͥm̶̳̰̜͉͍̂͊ͯ̏e̡̤̹̿ͫ͌ ̴̲̘̱̳̊̉ͫ̂ͪo̱̪̣͐͟ͅu̪ͬ͛t̵̪̦̺̀̒̋̈́ͥ͛ͨ ̗ͧ͂̍́t͎̞͓͖͚̒̆̕hͦ͑ͮ҉̱͍e̺̲͘ͅ ͚̘̘̬̳̦ͯ͂͐ͦ̆ͮd̘̎͑̇̿͐̈́̚o̟̳̭̐̋̂ȍ̥̖̜̘͉̳̯͑̇ͦ́ͧr͇̮̰̖͓̻̋̐͌ͯ̄̔!̼̯͙̭̲͍̗ͧͤ͑̚ ̻̣̼̻̋͂͆ͭ͝I͈͎͋͐ͯ̑͂̍̚t̫̻͙͙̥̫ͣ͑̚͡’͂̽̐͑҉̰ͅs̻̫͔̼̞ͅ ̦̳̰̭̥̈́ͯ̌ͥl̟͉ͮͥ͛ͤͨͅi͊̍͛ͤͮ͑̂͏̟k͚̘̅e̡͉ ͉̖͈̰̓̉̇̀y̘̜̗͛́̍̋̕o͈̮̜͕͙̠̲ͬͩ̈́̀͘uͨ̒ͬͯ҉̭̹̘’̡̻̫̗̤̰̲ͅv̬̦̝̜̝ͩͫ͢e͍̮̝ͭ̃ ̨͕̯̫̪̍g̮̙͕̀ͥ̅̿ö̲̹͋̃̌̍͒́͠n̴̬̜ͭ͗̽ȅ̶͙͙̦̗͌ͣ͂͌͑̂ ̗͙̝͙͊̍ͦ͋̚á̞͙̱͈͈͖͇w̘͈̩̱̼̻ͨa̴ͧ̽͋̏̑a̩̳̣ͨa̹͈͉̩̣͔ͮy͙͂̏̓̏͂̃͟.̖̠̺̥͚ͭ͒̇̐̾~̢̰͓̻ͥͯ̔ͦ
The young girl felt tears beginning to sting her eyes and run down her cheeks.
Ẃ̹̪̩̤̪̦e̱̰͚̯͖̭̒̀ ̷͈̫̞̻͕̲ͮu̩̖š͎̺e̳̼̝̼̪͚ͅdͨ͗ ̿̌̚tͥ͏̳͓o͚͌ͤ͋ͯ̐͢ ͙̭̊ͣͅb͙͞e͉̣̐̇̊͆͡ ͎̜̦̦̰̫͎͗b́͛ͦ͝e͑̇ͣͪ͆͑ș͇̞ͧ͑̎͑ͤ́t̮͍͚̳̬̉ ̛͙̩͔̞̞̖̓͑̄b͙̜̺̝͚̱̽u̙̳̤̜̖̘̱ͮ̔d̝̻̬̪̅̋̒̈́͆̈͠d̯̻͇̹͓̠̦i͕̝̭ͤ͑eͩ͋͊ͬ̋̊͏s̥̰̞͈̽ͣ͛̽̀̇,͔̬͉͐ͩ́̚͠ ͕͇͈̲̳̮̰̏́ȃ̛͍͔̝̗͙͕̖ͥͧn̯͚͙̞̗͇ͬ̽́̓̚d̺͕̖̫̩̤̺ ̧͍̺̝̣͖ͧ͒̒͛ͅn͉̼̞͍̺͙̈́̎̾̔͛͆̚o̲̬ͨw͑̊ͩ̅͑ ̥̬̩̫̖̗̆̐ͫ̿̎̋͑w̱̩ͪ̔̚eͪ̇͊͛’̸̫̭͕̻̼r͍̘̼͙̙̓̎ͅe̽ͣ͏̗̠̘̘̱ ̫͙̟̰͚͛͒̿n̥̺̘͇̘̜̐̂̿̄̀̓͌o̜̥͙̰ͮ͛̓t̅́ͣ̈́.̢̭̳̹̮͔̖͊̽ͨ͌͐͊ͭ.̩̮͇̦̻̤̉͡ ̞͉̾I̷̝̰̔̉ͬͧ̚ ̆̎̄̋͒ẘ͓̼̞̮̼̯̭̔̉̊i̱̜͚͈̖͌ͭ͡s̗̮̣̫͔ͪ͑̀h͉̝̬̱͔̟͕̀ ̹̯̟̟͔̩ͮ̄y̨̌̔ͫ̾o̥̞͍̺̜͙͕ͣ͆͛̈́̕u̙̰̤̦ͦ̃ͥͅ ̝͎̪͐ͮ̚w̺͓̲̩̱̮̳̒͌ͪͮ͒͂͟ò̞̳̖͎̣̲̽̂ṵ̌̂l͖̤̮̮̗͎͉ͪ͑͒ͭ͌͋͆d̖̒̉̾̌͠ ̓ͣ̋͑ͪ̎͐͟ṱ͙̼͈͈̱̬ȩ̤̦̼̝͍̈ͨl̥̹̂l̥͙͕͈̓ ̪̻͚̤̝ͮ̒ͣ͜m̤̠̉̂ͥ̌͢ȩ̥ͩͪ͗ͨ ͗̑ͩ̾̊̇̅͜w͙̯̆̾́h͍̼̳͓̫̍͒͐y̙̺̰̓.̟͓
Elsa quickly reached for her letter opener, shuffling her feet against the carpet and backing herself into the corner of the closet, holding it in front of her.
D̸̖̠̠̥̠͓ͪ̑̎̾o̫̣̘͔̹͂ͧ̔͆͜ ͙̙̆͡y̛̤ͧ͂̇o̢̩ͪ̾ͤ̾̇u̙̻̱ͨ̍́ ̲̳͈̯̿w͈ͮ̐́̇̅̑ͩ̀a̵̋ṉ̣͙̙̟̪ͭ̽̂n̩͍͕̥̩̻̮ḁ̦̫̖̞͊̈ͩ̚ ҉̗̗̖̟̥̯̰b̥͆̓͑̎u̵͑̄̄͒i̵̹̦͇̻ͥ̿͒̊̾́l̺͆͊ͬ̃̓d͐̇̄ ̦̮͆ͩͩ͛a̶̩̗̰̫̳̻̔̚ ̠͍̙̉̌̊͆ͬ̿ŝ̜͔̦̈́̓ͦ̕n̛͓̞̜̫̖̯̤̄ó̪͚͉̖̻̐̎͛͑ͮw̥͚̺̞̹̱̱̔́̌͜m͍̼̯͚̬̦̱a͔̦͚̩̹͒̈̓̑ͫa̺̗͍ͦ͗a͍͎͉͖̱̱̟ͯ̊ͥ̾ņ̘̤̰̗͉̱n͚̪̦̭̯̫͕͟~͕̖̼̘̦̒̿̓?̴ I̺͈̲͙̱̒ͯ̑t͛͆̀҉̞̮̩̦̻̝ ̶̹̯̣̰͉̤̬̅d͈̩̩̣̜̘̐̓̎̈ͩo̸̘̗̙̳̤̽͆e̸͉͑͑͊s̨̞͓ͯͦͤ̓̽̀n̲̺͕̙̙̬̺̍͡’̰͙͔̠̉̈́ͅͅt̖̰̲͖͖̅̊ͅ ̻͓͖̣ͬ̓̓ͦͤ̈́h́̋͋͏̞̭̠͕̰a̫͈̫ͦͬ͆v̕e͖͂̄͡ ̨̻̪̳̰͙̟t̳̘̤̼̭̻͋̾o͍̗͓̙͙̞̐ͣ̐͋̅ ͊̽ͨͧ̎̄̔b̯͚̹̥̣́̔ͩ̽ͨͨ̂͞e̶̼͚ͣ̈́̿̊̇̊̏ ̢̻̝̝̳̣̱̿ͨͅå̘͔̫͔̄̈̾̿̾͜ ̡͕s̤͇̲ͤͥ̃ͅn̨̞͔̹ͮͅŏ͗ͫͨ̉̅҉͙͇w̱̖̣͉̗͐̃̒m̷̟̩͓̱̆ͩa̪̲͍̪̤̖̦̐̉ȁ͇͋̆̽å͍̲͔̜̳͍̅ͫ̍ͧa̘̼͖͛͒̈́̀͋ͦ̅ń͉̲͠n̗̪̩̞͓̎̐̅̈ͫͦ̚.̶̉͆̈́̈́ͬͨ́
The question echoed throughout her room from resonating through the keyhole, making Elsa shudder, curling into an even smaller ball.
"G.. Go away, Anna!"
There was a silence that seemed to go on for ages. She held her breath, eyes wide.
.͔̻̇̐ͦͯ͒̐̌.̳̣͙̪̾̇ͪ.̺̝̘̬͓͖͚̏ ̣̳ͬ̏ͮ̾ͬ̕Ỏͮ̌ͬ͏͔̜̹̝̗͉̭k̢ͤa͛̽ͣͣ̅͋́ÿ̷̙́̌͋ͅ,̻̻̻͖̞͚̰ͮ́̑͋́͡ ̷̙̙̺̩̮͔͐̈́̊̊̆b̘̹̙̌͐̉̚y̛̝e̽ͭ͜.͎͇̰̅
Elsa waited until she could no longer hear the sound of her ‘sister’ skipping before finally exhaling. The moment of peace didn’t last long before hot tears were streaming down her face and dripping onto her arms and clothes, and a sharp inhale signaled the beginning of the real sobbing.
This is all my fault.
It had been about two months ago that her sister came to her bedroom in the early hours of the morning, requesting that they go and build a snowman. Though it was the middle of the summer, there was one thing the people of their kingdom didn’t know: Elsa could perform magic. She wasn’t sure how, or why she was born with it and not Anna, but she’d grown used to it - even gotten it somewhat under control! And her sister did love the snow.
Like any other day, they were in one of the many empty rooms of the castle, turning it into a snow-filled icy wonderland. Of course, the first task was to build a snowman. As the girls were quite young, this had given them a bit of trouble, resulting in a rather short, lopsided looking creation.. But after decorating it with twigs, coals, and a carrot to top it off, they loved it nonetheless. The fun and games went on like this for hours, eventually leading to Anna leaping between snow piles as Elsa created them, making some effort to finally tire the little girl out. Only, something was wrong. The piles kept growing higher and higher, despite how she tried to keep them from doing so. Finally she was unable to catch her, and in the split-second moment where she reached out for her younger sister, a bolt of something she didn’t recognize was fired in her direction. It struck her in the head, causing her to fall to the floor, unconcious.
Elsa rushed to her body, grabbing it in her arms, feeling panic rising and tears beginning to form.
"M.. Mama! Papa!" she wailed, until her parents finally came rushing in. They bombarded her with questions like ‘what happened’, and ‘what did you do’, but before she could fumble to answer them and explain, Anna was waking up. The little girl sat up from her sisters arms and stood, seemingly unharmed, claiming to not remember what happened. Choosing to not remind Anna of the vent that had just taken place, she was quietly taken to her room to rest.
From then on, Elsa knew something was wrong.
Try as she may to have not thought badly of her sister, her suspicions were growing. Of what exactly, she wasn’t sure. Anna just wasn’t herself anymore. Something was off, and it.. Well, it almost scared her.
Upon moderate investigation (if investigation means peeping through the keyhole to her bedroom), she found that things were even weirder than she thought. Her sister had, seemingly.. Stopped sleeping. Every night, for a week at least, she had sat on her bed awake until dawn. After nearly a week and a half had passed of this, Elsa decided she would go into her room to investigate for real.
She waited until midday at a time Anna was usually off playing or with their parents, and ventured out. Upon stepping into the girls’ room, she found..
Every toy, doll, and surface seemed to be beginning to collect dust. And there was this smell.. This awful, awful smell. Like meat going bad from not being kept cold. She looked around trying to guess the source, before finally settling her eyes on the closet door. She swallowed, hard. Slowly, she began inching her way in small steps to the door. Her hand reached out for the handle, and..
She nearly jumped out of her skin, head turning to the doorway to find her baby sister standing there with a rather uncharacteristic frown.
"A-Anna! I was just-"
"I know what you were doing."
She suddenly felt sick.
"You do.. ?"
The brunette nodded, making her way up to the other girl. Elsa stiffened, her fists tightening.
”.. You were trying to see your surprise before it was time to give it to you!” She finally shouted out, a smile that read trying-too-hard coming across her face.
Elsa decided to play it off. “Y-Yeah. I’m sorry, Anna.. I just couldn’t help myself.” She put on the warmest smile she could muster.
"Well, it’s not ready yet!" Anna stated firmly, getting behind her big sister and beginning to push her out the door. "So you’ll just have to wait." She gave her one last smile, before closing the door right in her face.
Elsa stood for a while, not sure what to do. She didn’t even want to think about what she meant by surprise.
A few days had passed since the incident in Anna’s room, and Elsa was torn between wanting to forget about it, and feeling obligated to find out what was going on, and whether or not she was just being paranoid. Maybe she was the one with the problem.. Not Anna. Surely nothing was wrong with her sister, right? With these thoughts in mind, she spent most of her nights tossing and turning. She’d stopped spying on her, and now wasn’t sure what to do with herself. Laying on her side, she forced herself to close her eyes, trying her hardest to relax and get some rest. It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes before she heard her door creaking open. Her eyes shot open, but she found herself unable to move.
She felt the shift in weight on her bed as someone climbed onto it and over to her.
"Do you want to build a snowman?" A voice whispered.
Her eyes turned to the clock, reading around 3 A.M.
"Not right now, Anna.." She answered, voice almost cracking. She scanned her brain for some excuse. "I.. I have a lesson, tomorrow. I need to rest." She quickly mumbled, lightly snuggling her face into her pillow, away from her sister’s gaze.
"But I wanna plaaayy," She whined, nudging her side. For the first time in weeks she actually kind of sounded like herself.
"But the sky isn’t even awake yet." The sentence came out rather rushed. She just wanted her to leave. There was a long moment of silence before the child behind her finally broke it. "Fine," she murmured, "I’ll just go work on your surprise.. It’s almost done!" She called out in an excited, hushed tone, before jumping from the bed and scurrying off.
Elsa breathed a sigh of relief.. And didn’t sleep for the night.
The next morning, Anna had already returned.
Tap, tap, tap-tap, tap.
Elsa didn’t answer her. Maybe she’ll just go away if I don’t answer her.
There were a few more knocks before she started hearing a rustling outside the door. Curiosity got the best of her, and she made her way to the door, putting her ear against it. It didn’t help much. Though, within minutes, she heard footsteps leading away. It was a few minutes more before she decided to peek out.
Once she’d opened the door, it took everything she had not to scream out, eyes widening and hands covering her mouth. Just outside her doorway was the family’s dog, bloodied, and not breathing. Just above it there was a card reading, ‘Surprise!’ Tears began to form. She turned back inside, slamming the door behind her and locking it, before sliding down to the floor with her face in her hands. Through hysteria, one clear thought finally formed: She was going to have to protect herself.
Elsa waited until the late hours of the night to begin her preperations. After a quick stop by Anna’s bedroom to peak through the keyhole, she confirmed she was in there, awake on the bed as she had always been before - and began heading towards the kitchen. She had remembered reading in those old story books from the library (the ones their parents always told her not to read), that salt was supposed to protect you from anything evil. She frowned. Even after everything, she felt guilty for applying that word to Anna. She was her sister.. Her family. But at this point, what else could she do?
Once in the castle’s kitchen’s, she began digging around in cabinets and climbing counters, looking for some form of salt besides what was in the tiny salt shakers. After a few minutes, she finally located it: A cabinet with some bags and canisters of salt. The bags were too heavy for her to carry, but the cans were small, so she grabbed a few of them, stuffing them into a small blanket she had brought with her and tying it off for easier transport back to her bedroom. As she was about to leave, she stopped, noticing a small letter opener on one of the counters. She paused for a moment before walking back to it, and picking it up to examine. It wasn’t as sharp as a knife or anything, but.. Could she use it?
.. Should she?
"Elsa? What are you doing?"
She froze. Slowly, she turned her head to the doorway she’d come through earlier, seeing none other than her sister standing there, looking at her with wide eyes and a frown.
"Anna! I was.." She paused, trying to come up with some sort of excuse. After a moment, she put on a sheepish-looking smile in an attempt to not look as frightened as she actually was. "Don’t tell Mama and Papa, but I was just sneaking a snack! That’s all."
"Enough to fill a blanket..?" Anna questioned.
"Ah.. Y-Yeah. I’m really hungry, I skipped dinner, after all."
Anna didn’t look convinced. “And you need that for dinner?” She lifted one of her small hands, pointing at the letter opener. “.. Are you lying?”
"Of course I’m not!" Elsa called out, still trying to maintain a smile, though knowing she was already caught. She kept glancing at another exit from the kitchen to her right, knowing she could make it to her room from there, too.
"Does that mean you didn’t like your surprise?" The girl’s frown deepened, turning into more of a pout.
Elsa held back tears at the memory, maintaining her act. “No, Anna, of course not. I loved it.” The longer their conversation went on, the more small steps she took towards the empty doorway.
"I can give you a better one! Just come back to my room, Elsa."
"No," she spoke before thinking about it, shaking her head. "I really need to get back to bed. How about tomorrow, okay?" She lifted her tied-off blanket, unconciously clutching the letter-opener tighter simultaneously.
"Come on, pleaasseee~?"
When Anna began taking steps closer to her, she finally broke the act, and ran. The tears and panic were let loose. She went as fast as she could, just wanting to get back to her room as quickly as possible and stay there. Only, this wasn’t over yet. She could hear the pitter-patter of her younger sister’s footsteps following behind her.
"Don’t run from me Elsa! That̛͉͔ͦͮ̓̏̒̅’̢ͤͣ̾̎ͨs̟̺͕͙͈̖ͣ͝ ͎͍̊m̴̼̺̮͉̑̆ͨ̔ę͎̮̖͓̥̲ͨͥ̈aͤ҉̩͇n̝̪̗!͉̪̙̃ͦͨͅͅ"
The sudden change in her voice only confirmed her fears, and she ran faster, as fast as her legs could carry her to her bedroom, the thing that used to be Anna following behind and calling out all the way there. Once in her room, she slammed the door behind her, throwing town the blanket full of salt canisters. She began fiddling with the knot, her panic making her shaky, causing it to be difficult to untie.
The voice nearing closer only made her panic more, but after a moment, the blanket finally fell open. She quickly grabbed a container of salt, ripping it open and pouring it heavily all along her doorway, until she couldn’t see the crack under the door at all. Taking a few steps back, salt in hand and panting, she waited. Hoping it would work.
There was silence, and then..
The sound of a body slamming itself into her door caused her to yelp and jump, dropping the salt in hand and fall back to the floor. She watched the door with eyes wide in horror. The slamming had stopped, but Anna hadn’t left.
Ẽͫ̂͠l̫̲̗̔s̐̊a͍̗̠̒̔ͯͦ̑!̣͈̆͋̾ͫ͛̃̃͜ ͇̼̲̤͕̃̑͆̍̅̂ͦI͐̌ͫ ̸͂ͮͪ̀ͦd͖͔̼ͪ͆ͫ̏̅͊ͪͅo̻n̳̙͜’̩̣̥̯̣̂͋̔͡t̡̟̼̩͆ͪ̀͆̂ ̣͔͉̯̰͔̂ḽ͖̩̺̜̽̊̔͜i͐͢k̰͝ẻ̉̎̉ͣͮ͏͎͇̹̖̟͍̲ ̞̭̯̙ͯ̑̈ẗ̨̬̱͕̙h̯̪̣̮̪̪į̻͎̗̈́ͬ̂ͫs̨̪͓̯̥̣̰̥̈̾̅ͥ ̐g̮̩͗͋a͚̬͚ͫͥ͒̉ͅm͖̂̉ͯ͐ë̛̎̊ͥ.̗̟̳̦̟̠͙̑ͧ̔͢
Y̯͇͒ͦ̓ͨͨo͍͚ͪ̓̅ͤ̉̈u̖̣͜’̺ͅr̵̫͌͋ͦe̝̙̺̮ͫ̂̓ͦ̀ͪ̚ ͕̤̞̗͈͂ͦ̍͑͂̾b̤̖̯̊ͧ̓ȩ̿̍î̫͍̻̘̱̠͡ń̮̤͖̥̻̌̌ͅg̲̳͍ͮͭ ͚͚̙̺́͢ș͍̣͚̒ͫ͑̐ͅô͘ ̥̭̩͞m̲̖ͮͪ͋̈́ͪe̞̞͑ͤa͚͂̈́͆͛̀n̼̊̿ͪ̚!̘̖͆ͪ̑ͬ̓̚
Ļ̼̩͍̱̹̹e̪̦̖͌ͥ̉t̅͐̓̊͐̌ ̧̞̯̆͐͒ͯ̾ͤm̲͙̜̮̩̾̌̈́̃ͪe͆͛̇̍̎҉̭̦̣͇̦ ͯ̎ͫ̆͛ͩͅi̙͆̋ͮ̓ͣ͋̅n̤͎͔͎̦̎͠!̤̺̯̥͈͇͕͑͆̏̈͒̈́ͯ͠
Elsa pulled her legs up to her chest and buried her face in them, covering her ears. The tears began falling all over again as the sound of ‘Anna’ crying out continued.
L̼͚͈ͨ̆̅̂e̟̎̂t̬̦̗̫͉̱̣̄̉̌̚ ̲͔̹̰͚̃̀͐m̠͇͕̭̬̻ͧ͗͂ͣͩe̱͛̅ͬ̈͑̑͡ ̫͉͙̙͙̙̗ͬ̅i̘̣͔ñ͉ͪͯ!̱͖͠
L̢̟̦ͦ̈́̌̈́ͩͫȩ͎̣͍ͪ̏͂ͤ̇̉ͥͥ̕̕ţ̸̶̟̫̙̼̭͇̋́ͮ̈́ͯ̐͒ͩͅ ̜̲̞̭͎̘̌̅͌͞m̴̟̫͓̬̰͂̔̈ͮ̀̌͠e͖͙͖̖̬͎̫̥ͥ̆͐ͣ̍̑ͭ͋́͘͞ ̛̱̞͉́̄͋̓ͯ͜͞i̝͇̩̙͛̐ͩͥͨ̀ͅn̨̟̰͖̩̺͇͙̋͑ͯ̽̌!̶̨̩͎͙̭͙͙͆͐͒ͅ
L̵͈̭̤̫̗̅̈́ͮ̍͑̀́̍̉͗̿̉̄͡͝͡e̵̴̘̯̟̤̮ͦͫͮ̿͗ͧ́͢͢t̴̶̳̼̘͎͔͎̝̻̔ͮ̽͌̏̀ͤͩ͐̋̓̏̕͟͠ ̸̷̧̢̺̭͚̬̫̯̞͎̠͔̲̔̀͌͂̏̈ͪͩ̓͠m̷̨̮͉̪̮̮̙̭̹̳̜̟̻̮͎̫͓̊ͫ̏ͫͭ̀͠e̟̘̹̞̦̳̝̝̻̯̹͙̳̳͌̀ͧ̍̋̎̄̍͆́͟ ̸̥̮̙̰̘͔̤̦̯̭͕̯ͬͪ̎̔ͬ̔̾̾̀̌ͯ̃̈̑͐ͨ͗̽͜͝i̢̳͕̝̼̼͇̞̹̳̓ͤ͗͒̒͐ͧ͒ͯ͛͞͝n̵̗̺͕̺͈̱̤̝͈̩̰͕͙͖̪͚͎̗ͮ̈̽̔ͦ̔̑ͤ̓̈̓ͣ̾͒ͯ́̚͘͞!̸̴̨͇̙͖̹͇̬͔͇͉̖͔̘̞̰̼̬̘̲̈̑ͩ̿ͣ̂͐͂̒ͭ̽ͧ͆̎̃̀ͨ̈́ͧ͝
It wasn’t until the morning that it had finally stopped, but Elsa still wouldn’t dare to leave her room - A decision she’d soon realize was best, as the very next night ‘Anna’ returned all over again. And the next. And the next.
Elsa sat in the floor of her bedroom, right in front of the door. Every few seconds her eyes would tear themselves away from the door to look at the clock. Almost time again. The walls in the closet to her left had, easily, a third of them covered in tally-marks. Now at the age of thirteen, it had been three full years of this. The servants and workers around the castle being present and escourting her to her baths and meals were her only saving grace, as she would never dare leave her room alone. She hadn’t, in fact, since the night three years ago - nor had she allowed anyone in.
The only persona she came to her room these days.. Was ‘Anna.’
Tap, tap, tap-tap, tap.
Ḋ̡̂̾͌ͯ̚͏͈̻͍̻͈̮o̴̝͓̪̲͎͈̹͋̆̋̀͝ ̢̫̙̼̻͓̰ͣ͒ͦ͒̈́̉͗̇̚͠ŷ͕͙̲ͦͦͩ̿ͥ̂o͙̠̙͕̹͚̦̾̅̂͒́ų̛̝̗̩̗̼͊ͮ͂ͮͩ́͂̚ ̈͌͊҉҉̺̲w̰̥̠̺̫͕͈̃̒̏͐ͮͅa̶̩̗͉͖̟̗̤̎ͩ̊n͉̟͎͐ͬ́ͫͮ͌̐͡͞nͬ̾͐̔͠҉̺a̴̖̥͍ͦ͑̆̽̿͛ ̶̪̜͎̹͊̉̿̀͆̄͑̆͘b̝̯̠̳̣̻͓̹́͛̍̔ͯ̀ú̧̥̳̗̲̘́ͅi̢̹̬̳̗̖͓̹̤̎́̑̔̀ͧ̋̅͠͞l̶̞͙̳̃̀ḍ̵̸̦̲͌̾ͪ͞ ̸̡͖͚̒̎̀a͑ͨ͝҉̪͡ ̢̡̦̲̜͔͋ͫͬ̓̐̚s̨̢̬̭̯̱͍̘ͣͦ̅̉̌n̨̧̹̙̠̘̭̫̥̼͑̿ͣ̔͗̋̊́͢o̵̯͓͕̼̺̦̟͒̾̊w̧̨̮̮ͥ̋͢m̛̰̐̂ͯă̴̶̯̭̗̤͔̯̑̔̇̀ͨ̒̈́̚n̞̙ͫ̒͡͠?̨̛̰̰͕̩̞̩ͭ͆̔̽ͯͣ̓̕ Ṑ̶̵̼̻͓̥͓ͥ̏͗̉͜r̤̼͖͇͈͇̫͋ͬ͐̆ ̵̷̬ͨ̈̎̆r̋̊̅ͤ̃̊̀҉̰̣̣í̝̪̭̹͖̱̪̕ď̻͍̓̐͟͞e̸̱̖̾̄̉̽̂ͯͥ́̚̚͘ ̡̜͎̽͑̽̉͝o̴̧̡͉̟̭͍̺̦̙̖ͥͤ̇̅̓̒̇ú̬͙͔̩͆ͧ̔̅̿ͯ̀r̯̟̩̯̩̓̽ͧ̽͠ ̡̛̯̜͕͕̱̑͐ͧͫ̊̑͒b̨̳̥͖͎̑͟i̠̟̦͙̠͍͎̞̬ͫͭ̿̓ͯ̅ͭ̓̀͟ķ͇̥̟̭̤͖ͪͥ̾ę̢̡̩̝̃́̂̑̀̍̉sͥ̋҉̴̰̥͍͚̞ ̶̸͎̩̭̥̯̖ͯ̏̾a̖̥̯͍̪͈̗̔̓̚r̬͈̖̘͇̞̭̅̈͂ͥ̋ͨ̉͆͆̕͡ǫ̶̫̼͍̗̼͇̐̍͌͛̊͛̓ͤ͢u̯͙͖͐͂̽̓͛͒̌ͦ́͞n̑ͥͫ̾ͦ̀ͣ̕͏̷͈̺̻̜d̫͓͍̭̹̒͟ ̯̼̃̓͘ṭ̼̙͙̤̒h̜̗͕͈̩̳̭͂ͭ̋͊͆̀̆͟͠͝e̙͖̟͛̎̑́ͧ̿ͯ̂ͭ ̡̻̗̜͖̦̠̠̇ͥ̈́̒̍́̆h̶̷̔̎͗҉̝̼͎͔̪̪̭̙a̫̠̥͂̾͆͐̈́̃͂̽l̑ͯͤ̽͒̄͗͏̴̲̦̖̬̩͎̼̮l̸̬̭̹͕̈́͐̄̇ͯ͊̓?̴͉͉̟̉̆̉ͮ̿̒
Elsa’s fists clenched at the familair knock and, now familair voice. She had learned a long time ago that it was impossible to ignore this, and she had decided to face it everyday instead..
Iͧ̂ͦ́҉̻̱̪̦͚̤̞ ̳̩̝̰̩͊͌͊̌͋t̿̎ͪͪ̎͐̽̓҉̠͈̙̮̱͉̰h͉̙͍̣̩͑̔̏̐̇͐̚̕͜͡i̫̮̬͚͖͕̎̐͛̉͌ͣ̐̚͜͡n̠͓̥̩̋̈̾ͥͪ̾̚̕k̘̭͙̤͎͍͓̺̃͆́̒ͭ͡ ͍̘̅̈́ͥ͠ͅs͍̦͔̗͎̺̜̣̋͋ͥ̀ǫ͓͉̗̬͖͉ͤ̊m̶̡͈̭̪̝̅ͦͥ̏̕ė̵̩̹͊ͦ̽ͧ ̸̖̻̟̔ͬ͑͗͡č̡̄̓̋͗ͧͬ̊͏͈̞̹̹̘͟o͚͛̌ͦ̀͗̆ͫ̿m̛̜̞̫̟̫ͪͦͫ͋͟p̨̳̰̼͔͈̩̟̈́̊͛̽͆ͥ͒͋́ą͍͕̺̄̀̉̌̈́̏͞n̞̞̦̲͇͔̗̝͎̈y̠̎͛͂ͮ̏̓̀ͅͅ ̡͚͔̜̬̖̩̹̟̏ͧ̐͞ï̼͍͎̰͍͖ͦͫͣͪ̽̄ͅs͍̭͔̖̰͙͇͇̎͆̇̅͂̀ ̲̂ͯ̀ͅō̘̰̞͇͇͇̫͛ͭ͋̄̂̍ͅv̢̢̜̦̦̣̻͈̟̋ͨͫ͛̔ͭe͔̫̝ͫ̾̇̀̒̚̕r̪̖̤͇̘̫̂̍̍̍ͫ̚͝d̢̳̝̘ͨ͒ͥ̉̆͋͑͜͡u͔̰̯͖̩͑̿̊̓̆̑͟e͎ͩ̆̅!̯̪̘͒͑ͪͩ̈́̊͑̿ I̶̗͈̫͔͕͓̯̬͎̽͊͠’̄͌ͩ͐̀͏̲̦͚̙v̉̒ͫͤͭ͋͏̸͓̝͜ẻ͚̤̠̅̑ͨ̈́̚͜ ̷̖͚̱̣͈͇͍̝ͪ̂ͮs̵̖̋ͯͫ̃t̥͇̜̥ͤ͑̌̅ͭ͋ͧ̊̀͡a̰̩͂ͨͧ͢r͉̣̰͓̞̠ͩ͐̿̅ͤͥͨ̈ͯṭ̛̳̗̄͒ě̲̺ͨ̈́̚d̬͍̲ͦͨͥ ̢̫̙̭̘̒ͬ͆ͯ̽̓ͭ͟͢ț̡̙̣̔ͪͪa͎͖̠͚̝͓͇̜ͣ̔̌l͔̮̺̃͠k̯̲̏̀̊̀̚͢i̴̤͎̬̽̆̀͜n̷̥͋͂ģ͉̝̻͚̜̜͖̜ͬͯ̃̔̕ ̜̜̳ͬ̀̒̊͌͒͠t̷̐̀̈́̍̐ͬ͏̭̘͈͝ͅö͖͡ ̷̭͖̱̮̎̽́t̷͓̺͉͍̩̞̻̮ͤ̉͠h̠̟̣͍͕̍̽̎̑ͪ̓̓̚e͚̬͈̗͂͂͒͆͑ͧͤ̂ͅ ̸̟̼͇̺̣͖̇͆̈́p̜͓̼̠̼̮̝͚͒̋̉ͩͧͭ͛ͥi̼̭̩̮̫ͤ̅ͯ̈́̚ç̵̫̭͇̈́̃́ͬͬ̄ͪ͆t̨̗͍̘̑͛͝uͪ͆̃̔̃̚҉̱͉̳͕̦͔̲ř̴̰͖̹̰ͦ͟e̢̤̖̖̝̟̭͖̜͗ͩͧ̿͒̈̓͢ş̷̬͕͎̩͍̳̊̂ͨͯ̀̃̾̚ ̡̙̭̲̦͇͙̐̏̓o̵̯͖̰̱̺͙̅̋̌ņ̘̼͚̝͇̇ͮͪͧ͋ͤ ̞̖͔̤̜͈̺̄͛̇̔ͩ͝t̛̙͈͛̀͌ͤͯ̅̓̚͜ḩ̻͔͙͌ͦ͋ͥ͋̀e̡̛͎̘̮̭͚ͭͫ̍̓͢ ̧̗͕̋͋͟ẉ̵͍̫̣̻̐̚͡a̶̠̫̱̬̩̓͛ͫͤ͋ͣ͌l̠̗͕̻ͨ̔̽̚l̵̴̻̫̺͉̹̭̔́ͬ̍s̼͑͗͆̄̒̏̚͢͞.̌͂̍̈́̓̊͗̚͜͏̷̝̯͎̱.̴̠̮̭͍͉͇̝͛͑ͤ͂̂
.. But that didn’t make it any less gut-wrenching.
Ǐ̫̙̱t̤̼̣̝̥͍̘͗ͩ̋ͬͤͦ͢ ̤̤͍̰͇͈̬̆̑̋̊̔ͤͯ̑ͅg̶̱̜̭̲̪͓̙̤̐ͨ͊ͦͦ̊͑ͅe̴̟̫̪̩̣̞̓t̢̻̭̰̭͎̗͂̒ͧ̊ͨͬs͑͏̰̜̻̦ ̤̥̹̰͇̀a̛̮̝͔̱͗͋̕ ͎̭̣̦̝ͣͭ̐̒̈́̑͑̀͡ĺ̟̭͆͛̍͘͘ị̶̰ͬͦ͐̚͘tͩ̊ͦ҉̢̦̥̘̹̳̠̟ṭ͚̩͍̎̀̽ͭͯͭ̊ͣ͟͞l̗̲̱̜̱̣̮̬͍͒̍͢e̪̫͍̥͚̓̏̒͌͑̂̎̊ ̝̮̗͔̃͌̑̄ͮͩ͋ͧͤľ͕͇͉ͦ̆ͧͪ͑̓ͯ͜o͆ͪ͏̡̜̥͔̭̬̪͔͡n͋̈͝͏̱̟̠̤̗̰e̶̖̟̹̙̥̖̿ͩͮ̍͐͐͡͡l͚̗͐̕y̷͓͍͖͉͓̗͇ͩ̆̒̐,̨͔̫̮͈̫͓͈ͭ̍ͩ͡ ̴̖̜̭͐ǎ͖̹͉̲̞̬̤̄̓͋̾́l͇͚̺̩͚̟̩ͩͤ̀͢͠ͅlͪͤ̓ͧͦͪ̀ͪ̆͏̢̠̳̜̰̻͉ͅ ̢̰̦̾ͪ́̚t͉̝͑̂͐͠ẖ̸̭̰͉͚̣̤̐̄͂̀ͭͤ͗e̪̰̺̗̭̟ͪͯ͆͗́ͧ̎͂͝s̡̡̤̘̬̙̮̩̈͒ͩ̈́̔ͦͬͯe̷͓̺̠̝̖̖̗̖͙ͩ͑ͪ͊̕ ̄͒ͪ̽ͣ͏̰͕̳͠e̢̡̘̞̻ͧ͞m̧̯̘͇̫̗̬̝̿ͮ̅ͥͫ͑́pͬͯ̑̓̒ͩ͑̊҉̣͍̭̫͙ͅt̨͈̰͍̼̙̤͉̣̅ͥͨ͐̐y͎̗͛͋͌̓͐̔̕͝ ̳̳̙̑̾ͨ̒̾͂̄́͡ȑ͓̳̐o̦̰̯̹̻̤̰̓̂ͬ͜ơ̴̲̟͈͌͛̀m̝̟̲̲̜̥̯̤̤̉̓̎s̱̙̣͈͔̉ͩ̊͜ͅ.ͣ̽̀҉̨̝̦̤
With each passing day, whatever it was that was coming to her door pretending to be her sister was sounding more and more impatient. It tried to trick her, now. Make her feel guilty for abandoning her sister, making her sound lonely.. It had even once admitted what it was doing in an attempt to make her believe Anna had somehow overcome it and was back, but after a few minutes of Elsa not opening the door, it had been angrier than ever.
J̸̞̞̭̩̀̅͂̌̆͛̌́̚uͫ͗͏̨̗̲̩̯̖̠͇́s̨̘͎̫̫̮̃́̏̄̽͊̕t̵͓͈͕̳̄̃ ̎̀҉̤͉͞͠w̸͙̮̿̆͂ͥͤ͒̚ȃ̡̞̩̫̤̎͑̾͗ͫ̾̽̚ͅt̿͏̷͙̥̘͕͓ͅc̡̘̺͕̘̞ͪ̂ͯ̇̑̏͆ͭ͝h̨̠̳̺͎ͣ́ͦi̥̬̪̋͒͡n͖̝͔͉̬͙͉͆ͩ̇̆͜͡g̙̲̩͋̄̊̂͢͢ ̻͕͎̱͉̂̈́͗́́̐͆t̶̲̺̠̝̠̘͓̼ͥ̐̋ͥ̚͡͡h̛̖̥̘͚ͦ̓̓̐ͧḙ̭͇̹̻̺̻ͤ̀ ̡̝͕ͬ̑́̉h̥̯͚͕ͬ̈ͪͬ͛͘o̱͎̠̲͆̏͝͞u̱̲̣̳͚̞͍̅͐ͮ̽͢ṛ̵̵̢̠ͯ́͐̾̅̇s͔͚̙͇̮̗̜̱̠̏͒́ͮͨ̎͗̏ͥ ̛̝̲͎̖̰̝̹͖̿ͮ̿̓ͣ̌͗ͅt̡̤͈̳̃͑̈́͑ͬͬ̎i̓̂̓̆͏͙̝̻̥̣͍c̬͔̩̹̃ķ͇͕͔̲̭̟̘͓̆̍ͩ̑͛͑́͝ ̶̨̝̰̝͕͖͓̝͕̖͋̎̔̐ͥͭb̵̫̪̯̗̃̕ͅÿ͖̭͈̰̬̩̰́͌ͫͯ͂.̼͖̺̘̅͜
That day she had promised herself that no matter what it said or did, she would never open the door to it. She would never give in. And while she didn’t cry everyday anymore, it never really got any easier.
Tͭ̃ͩ͞҉̨͔̼̲͎͓͔̥iͤ͆҉̲͕̖̘̩̱͢c̶͉͓̤̳̰̫̼̩̲͋̐̔ͦ̂̌͒̊͟k͎͚̯̖̺͈ͦ͗́.̶̘̭̤̍̄̂͆̅̓̀͘ ̶͕̳̣̟͓̟͓͔ͥ͐̌ͤͤ͆͂ͥ͛T̩̜͚̼̜̣̮̹͔̓̆͂̃̋͒ͬ̍̅͢o̧̤̳̙͆͆ͧͣ̇͒̃͜c̟̺̲̏̅̒ͥ͑ͭͪ̚͡͡k̸̯̭̗̗̒̆ͣͤ͟͡.͎̣̤̰̰̼̮͊̿͂͟͝ ̧̡̹̫̦̗̺̑͆͆͋̄ͩ̈́̔͛͟T̷̮̩̰͇̪̪̓́ͯ͞i͈͕̩̬͍̤̪̹̿ͮ͗͗c̡̢̰̥̍͋ͭ̄ͪ͜k̶̷̻͖͎̤͎͕̣̄͆̏͌ͧ͒ͨ.̵̌̉̽̌͏͈̟ͅ ̷̡͕̣̣̳̟͕͔̽ͯ̏ͫṬ̹̱̼̅̌ͪ̈ò͓̦̦̈̇͊ͪ́̌̚͠c̺͎͉̼͓̬͈͐ͫͯͣͯ͐͜͡kͭ͗ͬ҉҉̘̞͔.̬̬̟̩̘̯̉ͭ̑̏̇͢ ̨̗̦͖͍͇͓̼͌͐̔ͬ͌ͤ̄ͅT̶̨̩͖͍̰̺ͧ̾͌̾̇̚i̷̤̼̱̫̥̘̭̅̑͂ͩ̈ͦͩ̚ç̯̜͕̉ͧ̔̅̾͋̿͒͝k̴̟̜͚̭̮̞͐͂ͫ̊̎ͥ͌̎.͌ͭ̓̈́͆͊͑͢͠҉͕̹̦̩̞̙ͅ ̛͍̞̠̘͓̤͚ͬͦ͂T̴̛̼̦̆̉͠o̸̢̻̜̪̜̐͛̇̄ͯc͙̉ͭ̍͊̃͘k͉̼ͣ̑͜.̛͉̦͉͎͖͈̰͛̄̽̂ͭ͝ ̟̥͓͚̤̻͇̳̅ͧ͋T̢͈̥̬̟̰͓ͥ͊̀ͤ̚̕ͅi̧̖̼̟̤ͪ̏ͧͥ͛̏͌͋͞ͅc̤̫͔̙̜ͪ̓͋̎ͬk̶̡̟̮̣͔̱̿̂ͭͣ̚.͈̗͎̳ͬ̋͘͞ ̢̌ͬ͋ͮ҉̥̻͝T̢̛̟͔͙͆̎̂ͩͫŏ̯͔̫̟̝̖͇̈ͩͨͨ͋́͝c͙͉̩̰͚̠̳̯͎̎̇̋̑̒̕͞k̨̫̺ͩ͂.̸̯̞̯̙̟͎ͤͮ͆ͧͤ̃̐ͥ
Elsa shuddered, covering her ears.
The sound of the tick-tocks from the other side of her door lasted for hours.
Elsa stiffened, closing the book on her lap that she must have read a hundred times over. Her eyes turned to the clock. It was too early for anyone to be knocking now.. Cautiously, she made her way to her bedroom door, leaning her ear up against it. “.. Yes? Who’s there?”
"Your highness," the familair voice of a male servant called out, "Breaskfast is ready in the dining hall now, if you’d like your escourt."
Her eyes turned to the clock again. Breakfast was at the same time every day, and that wasn’t until an hour from now. Suspicious, she leaned down, peeking through the keyhole of her door. She was met with a small piece of the image of just the man the voice usually originated from, in his proper attire and all, standing there waiting for her. No one else was with him. She supposed it could be possible that breakfast was early, depending on the days’ schedule..
With hesitation, she opened the door and took a step out, only to halt when she heard a squish. Upon looking down, she saw a small pool of blood beneath her foot. Eyes wide, she turned her attention upwards, slowly noticing that the parts of the man’s clothing that she hadn’t been able to see from her keyhole were tainted red, and his eyes were wide and lifeless. Not long after did she notice the hand around the back of the man’s neck, holding him up into place.
Anna’s small face peaked around the side of him, showing a smile.
"Told you I could get a better surprise!"
Elsa turned and ateempted to run back into her room, but a hand already had ahold on her arm, pulling her back. The man’s body was dropped in favor of her own as she grabbed her doorframe, scrambling to pull herself away.
"Oh, no you don’t. It been waaa̸̛͉̜̖͎̟̲̐ͦ̽̃͋̌̀̚y͈̼͍͓̓ͭ͒͑͆y̢̝̼̼̰̩̞ͣ ̢͎̳͓͔̞̟̮̎̿̿ͫ͛̀͝t̨͂̓̑̊ͅó̘̟̙̰͈ͩͩ̾̅̊o̬͙̼̳͓̯ͩ͆̑́ͅ ̷̡̛̖̭̥̯̋ͪ͛́͌ͦ̚l̡̯̼̫͍͖͓ͮ̑ͣ̇̚͝o͍̬̘͈͔̔ͭ̍ͣ̿̇͠͞ṅ̢̑͋ͅg̴̷̫͚͉̓́̌̈́̈́ͅ ͔͓̼͔̩̳͈͚̦̀̆̿s̷̯̖̝̠̠̹ͣ͝i̸͊͋̃̊͋̂̚̚҉̱͎̬̮͇͚̕ǹ̬̺ͫ͝c̥ͧͭͯͩ̎̈́́e̐͌ͤ҉̖̹͕͍̥͈͞ͅ ̧̛͙̹̆ͤ̿ͬ̓̄̏͌̒͟ẅ̧̭͍̮͍̻́̇͋ͯ͘e̙͓̮̘̖̼ͦ̇͒ ̶̢̩͓̺̈́̐̚͡p̴̴͚ͩ͗͋͆̈͑̏ͬl̴̗̺̘̱͉͍̣̖̎̾̽̾͒͋̊ͨa̧̰̖͍̣̣̰ͯͥͭ̈̽͑̌̃̕͝y̓̂̆͊̋̅̈́͘҉̱̬̳͙ę̸̣͇̲̟̇̂ͩͫ͋̽͞d͉̹̙̬͔̼ͯ̿,̨̡̲͈͖̃ͯ͊ ̨̢̼̘͓̰̑̔̓̽̆̓ͪ̍̚E̜̗͂̉͞l̶̛͓͙̞̗̥̉̎̈͜ͅs̴̙̘̺̗̓̓̍ͬ̆̽͞͝ͅâ̛̛̜̣͋̑!̢̪̦̍̑̆͂̒͛ͤ"
Panic was setting in. Elsa lifted a leg and began kicking behind her, attempting to hit her sister’s body and be set free. Apparently it had worked, as in just a moment the grip on her arm was released. She ran back inside her room and tried to slam the door behind her, only to find a set of tiny arms coming between, prying it open. The older girl put all her strength into pushing the door, to no real avail.
P̢͎͔ͪ̑͛ͣ͢͡ļ͎̫̝ͯ͛ͨa͈͇̼ͭͫ̈́̇ͦͦ̀ͅy̛̩̰̺̒ͅ ̨̝̼̦͔̗̣̰̺͆ͤ̃ͧ͌ͪ̏ͩw̞̲̳̻͚̬͂͠͝ï̸̳̺̟̾ͦ̆ͣ͊ͫtͮͫͮ̿̎̕҉͎̦̟͎͢h̵̡̟͓̫̮̓͂ͣ͞ ̶̺̳̱̽̈ͧ̐̑́͐̈̚̕m͓̯͓̎̔ͭ̆ͫͣĕ̻̱̙̬̖̪̩ͦ̈́ͣͪ̀ͧ̂́ͅ!̻͉̫̞͗̉̾̒̉ͯ̀ ̧͙̗͆̏̑͋̕İ̶̥̙͎̹͎͖̫͕̄͒͛ͮ̓ͪ ̩̌͢͠m̨̬̮̻͂̉͠î̙̫͉̘͚͉̉ͤ͘s̸͈̟͐̾ͬ̎̋ͨͯ̔s̴̡̼ͥͭ̂̅̀ ̷͇̰̖͈̥̑̄̓͂̊͗̑̂͝y̤̥̱̤̖ͩ̊͐̇ͨ̓̅́ͅo̻̟͈̠͎̙͎͋͊̇͑̐̃́͠uͬͬ͑҉̮͢!̵̧̹̜͉̒͒͗͂̏̚
Eyes darted around her room, searching for any kind of help or solution, until finally landing on the letter opener just out of her reach. She began stretching her leg out while continuing to push all of her weight against the door, trying to reach it. The farther she stretched, the more her door inched opening, until she could see Anna’s face - and the completely inhuman expression that was on it.
After a moment, her foot reached the sharp tool, and she kicked it towards herself. Quickly leaning down, she picked it up and gripped it in her hand. For a moment, she hesitated. Thinking about all the times over the last few years that she told herself some part of Anna still had to be in there. The letter opener wouldn’t kill her, of course, but she wasn’t keen on hurting her either. Could she do it?
.. Should she?
P̸̍ͬͥ͏̶̣͇l̴̞̪̙ͯ̏̂̄̈̍͐̒ấ̩̲̦̥̰͞y̰̠̅ͮͦ̌̍ͯ̎́͘ ̶̲̲̗̝ͭ͊͌̏̏̾ͯ̀͠ͅw̡̝̼͕͎̞̗͚ͯ̿͟ͅḯ̢̢̗̰̝͔̦̖̆̓͆̽̒̒t͍̠̮̭̺ͥ̄ͨͯ̾ͬͅh̷͍͈̝͈̤̟̜̟̄̂ͮ̽͂̂ͯͭ͛ ̛̜͎͉̳̘̱͛̓ͦ̔͆͜m̢͕̥̝̥̓̚e̗̬͖̭̻ͭ̂ͤ͠!͍͖͓͐̅͆̉̌̉ͤ̀͡͝ ͍̫̣̌ͥͭ̉̊͒̀́P̭̝̹̻͙̥̰͚ͩ̚l̫̭̱̜͓̳̅̓̂͘͢͞a̡̛̯̯̍ͨ̀͆̌͊́y̲͎̞̏̆͑̈́̈́ͨ̕ ̪̜̇ͮwͭ̋҉̼̖̼̞̭i̧͖̗̘̰̗̦̻̯͎͂͠ṭ̲̖̞̟̭̣̩̔̒͐h̩̹̭̤̹͖͎ͧͦ̈́̾ ͍̦̝̘͍̭̀̈ͧ͘m̴̞̬̪̳̹̜̣̥̬͛ͮ̀̑̑͆ͥe̗̺̮͔͙̘͔̬̥͂̌͛͟!̨͇͚̺̱͙͎̠̏͊͠
After a moment of struggle, she decided it had to be done. She raised her arm and began stabbing the sharp tool through the space in the doorway, making some attempt to hit the beast on the other side. Somewhere. Anywhere.
After a moment she heard a loud screech, and her balance was lost as the door slammed shut loudly behind her. She slid down it, panting, listening to footsteps running away down the hall. For a while she just sat there, until eventually realizing she was going to need to re-apply the salt by her door. It wasn’t until she stood up that she noticed the bloody footprints her shoes were leaving in the rug. The blood of that man. Within moments, she was crying and had began screaming to herself, ripping the shoe from her foot and throwing it as far away from herself as possible.
Tonight, Elsa sat in her closet, face buried in her knees as tears streamed down her face. The walls around her were covered entirely in tally marks, too many for her to count, and too difficult to see through the layers of ice and snow covering them. It was the end of the line.
And it was all her fault.
It was only moments ago that she watched from the window as they set up tombstones for her parents. The funeral she could not attend. It had all started just a week ago when, for the first time in as long as she could remember, they had payed a visit to her room. It had been a pleasant enough experience until they found the marks in her closet and asked what was going on. Desperate for someone to finally know and maybe being able to help her, she confessed everything that had happened to Anna over the last near decade. They were skeptical.. But they had vowed to take Anna and see if there was anyone that could not only prove this kind of problem, but deal with it.
She begged them not to mention it, and not to go, but they had insisted. The ship with her family on it had set sail, and all seemed well. Despite underlying worries, Elsa had tried her best to enjoy the freedom of the castle while they were gone, optimistic that they would bring her sister, her real sister, back home. That was until, two days ago when a tiny boat had come back to Arendelle’s shores, bringing news of the ship capsizing.
The only one who had survived.. Was Anna.
Knock, knock, knock.
Her first reaction was for her tears to only flow harder, hands reaching up like always to cover her ears and try to block out the sound.
"Please, I know you’re in there.."
The voice.. Sounded like Anna. Real Anna. There was no demonic tone, and if not for the experiences of the past, might not have been frightening at all. It even sounded somewhat.. Remorseful.
"People are asking where you’ve been."
Wiping her face with her sleeve, she arose to her feet, stepping out of the closet and looking towards the door. It had to be a trick, right? But.. It sounded so much like her. She approached the door, leaning her forehead against it.
"They say have courage.. And I’m trying to."
Warm droplets continued running down her cheeks.
Part of her was screaming that it knew better. That it couldn’t be.
"I’m right out here for you.."
Shakily, her pale hand reached for the doorknob, grabbing hold of it. She wanted to open it. She wanted so badly for all of this to be over, for her sister to be outside of that door. To have the comfort of not being alone through all of this loss. For it all to just be a dream! Her tears came faster, followed by the difficulty to breath and sharp inhales. Maybe. Just maybe. She began slowly twisting the knob.
"Just let me͉̭̻̾̑ͦ̍̅ ͇̥͇̥̺̏̐ͩ͐͘i͒ͯ͐ͬ͒̚҉̣̗͙͇n͚͚͚̬̾͐ͅͅ.̲̄̓͂ͬ̈"
Wͯ̏ͣ̐̕͠҉̘ẽ̞̹͚͖̝̜͙ͣ̎͑̓̂̓ͬ ͓̤̺̯̤͉͚ͧ̏̕o͉̫̠̺̬̘̔̌ͮ̒̆̊n̨͉͈͈̟̻͈̳ͧ͆̂͋͌̈̒̾͝ļ̫̬̖͔͔͔ͤ̍ͭ̋͊y̪̝̻̣ͬ̊ͩͪ͆ ̦̰̜͉̼͔̠̝̤̆ͯ̍ͦ́h̡̝̼̦̗̦̙̪̮͊̔͜ͅa̬͉͍̰̭̓͊̂͟͡v͉͖̿͞ͅe̮̗͚ͫͭͦ́̐̐ ̤̣͇̺̳͆̒͝e̦̺̬ͪ̑̈́a͓̬͕̫͉̅ͪ̿͌ͩ̀ͮ̀͡͝c̷̴̡͇̳̠͈͇̰̝̝͒ͪ́̓͑̀ͯ͌ͯĥ̌͆ͧ̆̒҉̡͓̩ ̝͚͇̹ͫ͂ͥͯ̾͛̎̈̚o̶̴̫̱̾ͯ̅̆ṯ͇ͭ̉͛̉̎̏ḩ̜̹̜̰͋ͦͤ̌̅̊͜͝ͅe̲͙͉ͥ͑r͆̒̊̊̉̑ͮ͠͏̻.̧̭̝̖̓͗̋̿ͨͪͭ̊
She leaned down, once more peeking through the doorway..
And was met with Anna’s face staring right back at her, with a smile that stretched beyond what human features should be able to achieve, and deep black eyes. She jumped back from the doorway, bottom and palms falling against the floor.
I̸̥̱̺̦̝͕̤̲̹͈͈̝͎̎̒ͯ̏̆̀̂̓͊ͩ̚̚t̷̘̼̼̞̣̘̣̝̗̱̫̣͔̹̹͇͈͕ͦ̓ͣͨ̆͒͗͑̋͂͐̑̊͜͢’̧͉̦̺̞̮̞͍͙͔͖̱͚͍̅ͥ̾͋̿̅̈ͨ̆̅̚͞ͅͅsͩͩ͗̐ͩ̓̀́̓ͬͣ͊҉̨̗̯̙̫̪̮͡͝͠ ̸̪̺̟͔͇̗̾ͬͮ̾̕͡͞j̴̥̟̤̟͎͍̮͇̙͉͕̻̬̘̒̍͛ͫ̌ͫͧ͑ͦ͌͘̕͜ų̨̛̮͓̙͔̟͆ͨ̅͐̏͒̇̔͒ͮ͜͡s͕̜̖̫̗̥̐͌͊͗͐̃ͪͪ̎ͧ͆͞͞͠t̸̵̳̗̣̱̫͈͉̘̼͔͕̲̋̇͐̉ͣ̏̍͒̅̍́ͬ̓ͬ̉̅̂̾̓͝ ̵̱͎̩͓̠͚̍ͣͣ̽̉̆̈ͫ͗̎ͫ͆̂̍́y̨̯̺̯͈̪̱̱͚̪͓̱͍͇̔̋́̏ͨͧ͒ͤ̋̌̃ͨͧ͐̾̋͒̏́̕͟ͅo̧̜̝̺̠̥̫͇̩̰͎͎ͮ̉̏̉͐ͬ̃̐̃͒ͪ̊͑̒ͣ͢u̅̂͑ͤͫ҉̡̨̧̛̥͉͚͍̣ ̨̢̧͙͈͍̱͇̞͕̭̦̫̠̈́̔͌̐ͫ̈̊́͘a̷̡̞̹̱͂̾͑͂ͩ̍ͯ͂̐̓͝ņ͊͐̾̏͛ͫͯ̾͝͏̬̲̼̦͜ͅd̷̮̦͓̞̙̥̯̥̫͎̲̋̄ͪͤ̊ͨ̐͑̄̿ͤ͛͝ ̸͋͆̊͐̒̅̕҉̞̟̤͇̭̦̳̜̦̬̬̺̙͝m̵̙̟̤̗͔͐ͥ̂̃ͣ̉ͦ̒̌ͭ̈́̋ͥͦ̿ͯ̚͜͠ẻ̦͉̲̙̤̗͍̳͎̦̼͕̳̬̮̹̊ͦ̈͜͡.̶̡̡̗̣͖͙͚̘̞͚͈̔̃ͩ̔̂̂̀͘
Standing up, Elsa began yelling, beating against her door from the inside as her crying never ceased for a moment.
W̸̽̇͂̋ͯ͏̩͖͇͞h̉̈ͧ̂ͥ͌ͧ͑̈́ͪͦ͆̈́ͦ̐̚҉̷̳̟̗͎͇̖̱̖͢ͅa͗̌͒̎͋ͦ̆̍̾̅̈ͩͯ̌͏̧̛̥̼̦̞͈̪̭͈̖̗̜̣̤̠̙̼̤̱͜tͭͩ̾̏ͯ͂̇̓ͯ̏̌ͯ̂ͧ̀͏̢̪͙̱͎̩̣͍͎͚̠̦̭̘̮̯͝͞ ̓̊ͮ̾̑͂͂͞͏̝̜̫̤̠͖͓̝̥͘ă̸̝̰̙͙̠̝ͥ̽ͩͫͫ́̓ͥ̂ͤ̑ͫͬͣ͂ͫ̚̚͢͜͡r̵̠̘͈̙̣̲͉̞̗̹̤̙̳̤̣̥̮͙ͩ͒͐̌͛̈̀̓̏̆̓ͥ͗̄̉͋̀̚͜͠ͅe̷̛̛̻̪̻̥̲̠͙̠͑̇ͧ̿̃̈̽ͧͩ̾͑͢͡ͅ ̢̤̪̺̊̒͒̽ͬ͂̊ͩ̏ͯ̍̃̔ͩͥ͐̅̀͢w̵̪̳͙̹̒ͣͩ̓ͫ̇̓̾̑̏̃̋̾̌̆͂̚͝ę̸̵͊ͪ͌ͦ͋̋ͧ̈̇ͥ͂̎͂̔̉͘҉̳̯̻̳̤̼͔͖̤̱̖̺̤ ̸̢̫̺͎̖̻̣̪̠̲̯̍̃̎ͧ̄̏͂ͨ̇ͭ̋̚g̸̶̛̞̥͉̟̪̝̺̤̩̙͇̻̥̤̭͇̖͍ͮ́̀̾̉ͮ̉͑͗o̷ͨ̂̓ͣ̐ͬͬ̎̄́̿ͭ̂͜͞҉̠͚̠̬̪̗̖̭̹͙̝͖̹͎̭̱͠n̵̡͔̝̦̠͗̌̎̆̆̑̈ͨ͑ͫ̀n̸̙͈̭̟̤̱̱̾́̾̽̿̊ͨ̾̽̽ͬ͟ͅḁ̦̥̥̳̔ͣ̍̂͂͂̿̋̔̽ͭͮ̂̅͑̂͑͜͜͠͝ ̶̢̟̗̝̣̠͚̮̪͚̹̭͖̤̫̹̓̑ͪͧ̋ͨͬͣ͑̌ͨ̇̾ͭͣͫͥͅd̨̛͔̳̗̭̟̖̫̳̯͍̟̫̺ͬ̋̇̂ͮ́̏͂ͦ̚͟ͅo̵̢̢̯̞͉͓͙̦̮͖̖̦͍͕̠̩̤̜̼̳̜͆͑̎̃̄ͣͭ̏ͧͯ̌͛ͨ͂̃̚̚͡.̦̮̪̭̙͇͉̫͇̯ͭ̀̒̇́͘ͅ.̵̶ͦͫͣ̾̽ͤ̾̑̕͘͏̤̳͈̪͔͓̺̖͖͇͕̲̠̘̩̩͖̰ͅ
Stop.. Please, stop!
She slid town the door, fists dragging down it, face and clothes soaked. Even if she didn’t open the door now.. The castle was empty. It was only them.
No one could come and save her now.
.̸̶̧͚͎̦̤̲͉͍͎̪̩̪͉͔̤̪͍͖͙̈́ͧ̀ͤ̎ͣ̄̉ͣ͌́̚̕ͅ.̜̤͉͈̗͆ͩͫͬ̓͢͜.̧̺̣͚̪̫̮̮̮̜̯͕̭̹̮ͪ͑ͯͯͦ̉̾́̉͡ͅ ̴̡̲̳͍̱̫̬͓̲̤̈̓̀ͦ͛̅͐̃ͦ̍ͫ̆̕͜͜D̡̠̭̣͉͙̹̹̟̯̭̱̪̮̠̟̖̼̞̐ͩ͐͗̿͒͊̃̏ͣͣ̆͌ͨ͛ͨ̎̐̎͘̕͠ͅỏ̯̟͕̥̼͔̥̞̗̇̄ͫͬ͋ͪ͋ͤ̽́͝ ̨̡̓̆͑͛ͣͥͥ͊̎͑͐̐ͧ̀̉͟҉̪̳̟̱̭̬̜̼̞͚ÿ̢̋͐͒͒͛ͪ҉̴̡͈̱͔͇̥̝̰͉̙͕̞̤̝̲͙́ő̷̧̥͓̦͔̹̬͉͎̻̜̮̘͗̂͂̌̀̍ͯ̓͌̈́̎̓͒̈̏̆͜ͅù̢ͥ̅͊̈́ͪ̉̔̊͌҉̠̫̺̮̺̮͓͚̜̙̞̬͖̜̫̝͘͝ ̵̪̩̮̣̟̦̺̮͕̤̲̬̤̝̗ͯ̌̆̄̎̆̀ͅwͤ̃̀̈ͥ͌̉́̃̆́̾ͪͦ̾̍͜͏̲̺͍̬̘̠̥̗̞͖̼̪̻̞̤͡͠a̶̝̖̱̬͚̜̜͊̿̉͂͆̐ͬͭͤͣͥ̆̅͌ͯ̎̃ͦ͢͜n̢̡̮̝̰̹̦̼͇̮̦̺͓̫͍͉͚̖͇̗͗̌̃ͪͬ̊̄̊͆ͩ̃̓͐͒̈́̚͟ͅn̷̛̽̎̀̄ͧͭͭ̄ͥ͊̒̀̏̓ͥͣͫ͛͝҉̸̪̪̠̝̬̤̹̟̤͚̟̘͙̰̳̯a̺̘̱̙̖̭̝͑͆̃̈́̎̾ͪͨͣ͘ ̳̥̥̫̳̖̤͚̻̣̲͎̦͈͚̲̻͈̼̿ͫͮͮ́͘͜b̭̫̥̪̼̳͚͎̝̺̺͈̗̻̹̈́͋̋̓͜͝ų̵̟̲̮̦̤̦͈̆͑̇͌͢͠i̜͚͇͇̳̗̦̍̌͋͋ͤ͌͢l̷̢̢̡͉̰̮̜͖̆̆ͮ͒ͣ͌̂̕d̡̜͔̩͔̫̣͔ͨ̿̾͌ͧͣ̎͐̈́͘͝͞ ͭ͋̊̔̐̂͐͒͋ͥ́̔͑ͩ̂͌́̚̚͝͏̤͔̠̤͇̜͓̤͇̗͝à̭̟̫͔̘͍͓̬͕̳̱̻̫̺̭̆ͯ̉̒̅ͨ͂̀̓̂ͥ̌̒ͭ͝ ̷̴̵̙̼̭̯̜͕̤̺̱̭͌͐ͮ͟͟ş̴̛͖̩͇̥̤̭͕̩̾̌̏ͬ͊͛̆̅ͨͥͭͬ͌ͦ͘͡n̡̡̳̻̝͚͓̭͖͔̞͈̤͖̪̱͑ͯͥ̈́ͩ́̚̕͜͞o̷̤̦̙̪͇̘̟̰̣̬̫͛̆̿̆ͥ̽̍̃͛́̊͒ͣ͘͜ͅwͨ̅͐͛̅ͮ͗ͤ̍̐́ͯͬ̚̚҉̢̹̺̬̻͎͘͢͞m̷̤̝̯̻͓̪̪̤ͣ͆̐ͦ̉̌ͣ͗̀ͪͭ̎̈́͒̉ą̐̀͐͛ͥ̍ͤͪͣͯ̽͗̔͢͏̧͍̟͈̣̗̮͉ņ̴̡̜͖̳͇̞̘̀ͨ͑ͨ̀͋ͤ̓̿ͫͧ̏̌ͮ͝ͅ?̣̥̭͍̤̣̖̦̗̻̰̪̟͎̔̆͌̽͋ͥͮ͝͠ͅ