That Broken Smile: Jelsa in Highschool

ELSA'S P.O.V

My father took his whip out. He had a crazed looked in his eyes that scared me. He also had on a weird smile. All in all, he looked possessed. "You've been bad," He said. It sounded really creepy. "So I'm going to punish you," he said with an eerie calm. I started shaking like crazy. Ice spread across the floor, but my father didn't slip. He walked towards me, very slowly. I could imagine that creepy music was playing in the background. It looked like something from a horror movie. I backed up, muttering, "Help," until I was screaming. Just plain screaming, as one would when one expects to die.

Then my father lost it. He pulled his whip out, and screamed, "I'M GOING TO PUNISH YOU!" He started lashing the whip like crazy. I felt the tears, but I didn't give in to them. Then, my thoughts changed. A huge sword made of ice grew in my hand. I pointed it at my father. "One more step," I warned, my voice brave, dangerous, and challenging. My father reeled back. I smirked. "Good," I said. I looked at my hair. Stark white. "Now, be a good boy, and leave me be," I sneered, catching my father's eerie calm. He slowly nodded. I chuckled at his fear. "Now, MOVE!" I snarled. My father scrambled away from me. Once he was out of sight, the sword melted in my hand, and my hair turned to platinum blonde. I guess I just found a weapon.

A/N: Hello! Sorry about the creepy chapter! I just wanted to show that Elsa wasn't weak, or the damsel in distress. Hope you liked it! Bye!-Unicornpig🐷🌈