The cold never bothered me anyway

Elsa the snow queen has now been accepted by her kingdom but she soon realizes that the love she thought could keep her curse under control is now beginning to get out of control once again. Trying to find the answers might prove to be difficult, but Elsa is determined more then ever. How will she find true love? Is there a way? The only thing to help her is a small scroll that her parents had left inside the golden scepter, and the only thing that the scroll says is "Jack Frost"

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A Fan-Fiction of Elsa the snow queen and Jack Frost in a modernized version. This is my first story so any feedback would be appreciated.


10. The dream



                                                                        ~ Flashback ~


“We all had the same dream” the little girl replied.


Looking at each one of their faces, I saw that they were all looking down at the floor ashamed. It was hard to believe that they all had the same dream but their faces were full of sadness. Maybe they had dreamt about something similar.


“What was the dream about?” I asked laughing a little at them all.


The little girl looked up at me looking scared.


“Don’t worry, there’s nothing to be afraid of” I said warmly.


The girl nodded and looked at all the kids who nodded back.


“We dreamt that you died” the girl said.


Nodding slowly I then asked.




“In a room with a fireplace like this” the girl replied.


“So it wasn’t this room?” I asked.


The girl shook her head before saying


“No it was different. It was night time when you died” the girl said quickly.


“How did I die” I asked warmly.


“You got trapped in a room and got shot after you had fallen asleep” the girl said.


Tilting my head sideways, I looked at the girl and then the others. They were all nodding sadly with agreement. This dream seemed a bit too extreme for their little imaginations to make up and it was starting to worry me. The blonde boy from before stood up and went to the window. Pointing his finger outside he began to look at the window and then me.


“A man was over there and said that you needed to be taken care of” the boy said.


Turning my attention to the boy I looked up at him and looked how scared he looked.


“Who did he say it to?” I asked quietly.


The kids began to look at each other. The boy walked up to me and put his hands on my shoulders.


“You need to run if this happens” the boy said darkly.


I looked into his eyes and saw that he looked like he was dead-set-serious. Even though I knew how preposterous this sounded, I couldn’t help but feel a little shaken. As I continued to look into his eyes, I began to feel his hands quivering whilst he held unto me.


“Who did the man say it to?” I repeated but this time firmly.


Another little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes perked her head up.


“The wind” said the girl.


“The wind?” I asked quizzically.


They all began nodding. Looking at the blonde boy once again I saw that his eyes were still set on me.


“He might have possibly been talking to himself perhaps?” I asked.


They all shook their heads this time.


“No, it was the wind” the girl said.


“When he told the wind, something in front of him began to give this uncomfortable aura” the blonde boy continued.


“And as soon as it began to go through the gates, it looked straight at us” the girl added.


“It looked straight at you?” I asked confused.


They all nodded.


“And the eyes were what scared us the most” the boy murmured.


Something wet dropped on my leg. Putting out my hand in front of me, I looked up and now saw that the boy was crying. It broke me heart to see children cry, and it looked like that they were all in a state because of a nightmare with me in it. Reaching up to the boy, I pulled him down and hugged him. He began to sniffle and cry into my shoulder as I began to rub his back gently. Looking around to see all the other kids, I now realized that they were all crying as well. Small hands were rubbing away at their faces whilst others sat down on the ground with slumped shoulders and cried their little hearts out. I began to choke and before I had even realized, I was crying with them. I beckoned them once again with my hands and they all huddled into a small clump of hugs and tears.


After a few minutes had passed, I stood up and looked down at all the kids with a weak smile.


“Come on kids let’s go get some breakfast” I said.

Going over to each child I began to help them stand up and dabbed at their faces with the hem of my dress. As soon as I had all of them on their feet I held out my hands.


“Who wants pancakes?” I shouted cheerfully.


The kids mumbled I do.


“I said who wants pancakes!” I shouted at the top of my lungs.


They all jumped from surprise and began smiling.


“We do!” they shouted back.


“Then what are we waiting for?” I asked cheerfully.


Grabbing the two nearest kids hands, I then began to walk into the hallway. The other six children began running to the ends of each kid and grabbed their hands. Walking in a formation of nine, we marched down the hall whilst all holding hands. As I kept looking down at the children smiling, I felt my heart break bit by bit. It was taking all my effort to keep up this charade, but I kept reminding myself that I had to keep it up for the sake of the kids.


The kids had been the only ones shaken up at the start, but now even I was finding it hard to not feel the same. Looking behind me quickly, I turned my head back to the front and smiled again. After what had happened, I now couldn’t get rid of the feeling that something was going to happen.


And I hoped that I was wrong.

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