ELSA'S P.O.V
Have you ever heard the expression, "Revenge is a dish best served cold?" Well, I think my life is revenge for something, because my life is served absolutely FREEZING. I wore gloves to hide my scars, long sleeves, to hide my scars, long pants, instead of shorts, to hide my scars, and anything that can hide my scars.
"Elsa!" My father yelled as I walked into our ugly home. My father had a cigar hanging out of his mouth, and a beer in his left hand. "Yer h-hom-me f-fr-rom sc-school earl-ly," said my drunk father. I sighed in relief. Ever since my mother and my sister Anna died, my father's been drunk almost all of the time. It depended what kind of drunk that made me worry or not. Right now he was all giddy and stupid. Usually, he was abusive, and sort of out to kill me.
"Yes I am, Father," I replied. I had walked home from school because of the Big Four. How I hated them! "I'm going to take a walk," I told my father. "M-kay," he responded. I started walking outside. It was a nice day. It was November, my favorite month. The air was crisp and chilly, and there was a slight drizzle. I smiled, I loved days like these. It reminded me of when I was younger. I remembered building snowmen with Anna. I remembered when we were ten, when we built a treehouse, and built a snowman in there. Anna was devastated to find out that it melted the next day. That was seven years ago.
I was seventeen, living in an ugly house with an always drunk, usually abusive father, a deceased mother and sister, and I was bullied in school, and nobody ever did anything. And yet I lived. I cut myself, but I lived. I didn't cry. No no, I never cried. And yet I lived. I wanted to cry. But I didn't. I wanted to scream. But I didn't. I was tired of bottling up my emotions all the time, but I did.
And yet I lived.A/N: So that's some of Elsa's life for you, but not all of it. I wanted her father not to be abusive in this chapter because I wanted this chapter to sort of explain what Elsa thinks of her life. And do you think Elsa and Jack should have powers? Yes or no? Vote in the comments!-Unicornpig🐷🌈

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