All or Nothing at All Jelsa

YOU MAY ONLY READ THIS IF YOU READ THE OTHER STORY: "SLIPPING AWAY JELSA"
THIS IS THE SECOND PART OF THAT STORY! SO IF YOU HAVE NOT READ IT. THEN READ THAT FIRST THEN READ THIS!


These are for the Jelsa Fans <3

After Elsa's death, Jack has been falling apart. Although he seems quite content as a guardian, his feelings for her still hold him back from true happiness. In this fanfic, Jack's problems will be solved, but it won't be an easy road. A dark force that has haunted Elsa's family for hundreds of years lurks in his way.

Credits to Slipping_Away_Jelsa on Instagram :)

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5. Chapter Five

It was cold, and very dark.

Elsa pulled her woolen blue blanket tighter around herself and wiped her nose.

She'd experienced cold before, of course, but this cold hurt.

This cold was different, the cold she'd felt before made her feel safe and at home.

This cold was bitter and seemed to be biting at her skin.

However, these nagging pains could not compare to the pure darkness surrounding her.

It seemed as though it was existing physically, oozing from every corner and wrapping itself thickly around her.

It pressed against her body and made it difficult for her to breathe.

Every breath burned in her throat, and the air seemed to be fighting to stay out of her lungs.

Although the darkness was visibly featureless and unmoving, she felt as though she should be hiding from something.

The worst of all, though, was the voice.

She wasn't sure she could hear it, but she could smell it's sour breath, and taste it's metal tang on her tongue, and feel the letters being burned into her skin.

A-N-N-A. Anna, it spoke.

It echoed through the void of nothing and high pitched rings filled her ears and rattled her brain.

Anna, it spoke.

Anna.

The name meant absolutely nothing to her, but it shook her soul to the very core and sent her shivering violently.

Whenever Elsa should try to respond, her voice would not be heard.

Her words flew off into the void and even she couldn't hear them.

She brought her hands to her mouth and felt her lips form words, but not a single sound escaped.

Please, let me go.

Her eyes widened at the almost-sound.

Please, let me go, it had said.

She had felt her lips form that, but the voice that spoke it was identical to the one that kept calling that horrid name.

And in that moment Elsa questioned everything she knew so far.

Who was it?

Who was she?

Was it herself she kept hearing?

H U N D R E D S O F Y E A R S A G O...

Anna laughed and rubbed her bulging stomach.

"You'll see your new baby brother very soon, dear." She said, tapping her little son's nose.

"But how do you know it will be a brother?" He asked, putting and ear to her tummy and listening carefully.

"Why, Jefferson, I haven't honestly got a clue. What do you think it will be?" She asked, watching Jefferson's puzzled little face as he listened for a clue.

"I think it will be a sister... I could use a sister, you know? Sisters are nice. Some of my friends have sisters... They like them." Jefferson said, smiling up at his mother.

Anna smiled and held in a tear.

"You're..you're right." She said, laughing.

"You're a very wise boy, dear. Sisters are nice." Her smile was genuine and lovely as she brushed the hair out of her little boy's face.

"But, you do promise you'll still love him if he's a brother, right?" Anna asked playfully, and Jefferson giggled.

"Of course, mommy! Those are nice too." Just then, Kristoff quietly opened the doors to the big playroom and peeked in.

"What are you two up to? It's past bed time!" He said, coming in and picking up little Jefferson.

"Oh, good night, mommy!" He said, blowing her a kiss, which she happily returned.

"Good night, honey." She said, and watched as her husband carried their beloved boy out, shutting the door gently behind him.

She sighed and sat on the floor, surveying the room.

More than once she had been nervous that Jefferson and the new baby might not get along, but he seemed simply ecstatic.

Just as she was about to stand and begin to pick up the toys, the room suddenly went dark.

Anna quickly found herself bitter cold, her arms wrapped protectively around her stomach.

Although the darkness didn't move, the shadows seemed a bit shifty.

"Who are you? What are you? What do you want?" Anna demanded, trying not to sound too fearful.

Slowly, her voice became more and more quiet, until it faded into nothing.

Elsa, a voice spoke.

Elsa.

Anna gasped.

She hadn't heard that name in ages, nobody spoke of the Snow Queen anymore.

Elsa, it spoke again.

The voice did not sound as though another person was speaking to her, but it still came across very clear.

Then, a man's voice pierced the near silence.

"You're still very upset." He said, and Anna's eyes darted around, but she saw nothing.

"Of course I am!" She replied boldly, although she wasn't completely sure she could hear herself.

"I lost my sister, how does anyone expect me to recover?!" She yelled, and the voice let out a blood curdling chuckle.

"Ah, but how does one expect to bring new life to the world, when she cannot overcome the grief of an old one?" It asked, and she looked down at her stomach, immediately knowing what it meant.

"My life now, my baby, my family, all of that has nothing to do with Elsa. I'm living on my own now, she's not a part of this life." She said.

"But is that how it is meant to be?" The voice said, but Anna did not answer.

The voice didn't seem to mind.

"Until this family can sort out its past, it may not have a future. You must handle the old life before conquering the new." The voice said, ominously.

"What...what does that mean?" Anna asked gingerly, and the voice chuckled again.

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough.." Another bitter cold wind swept over her, and then she found herself once again in the play room.

Everything was as it was.

A wave of panic rippled through Anna, and before she knew it, she was running down the hall to her son's bedroom.

"Jefferson!" She called, whipping the door open. She ran to his bedside and pulled back the covers to find him missing.

"Jefferson!" She screamed.

Anna realized what the voice had meant.

It had taken away her new life.

Kristoff was quickly at her side, holding her tightly.

"It's ok, Anna, please don't worry. We'll find him, we will." He said, but he himself was filled with worry.

Days passed, and although they searched, there was never a sign of Jefferson.

Days passed, and Anna felt for the kicks of her unborn daughter, but she never felt them.

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Hope you 'liked' it anyway!

Oh and hey, #kristanna shippers, here it is!

I totally love them as a couple and they had to get married.

Until next time! 

~ Slipping_Away_Jelsa @Instagram

 

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