weekly drabble challenge | #03. SILK

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#03. SILK
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Texile, part 2

[kanames_harisen]

Word Count: 400
Rating: K+
Warnings: none
AN: This one is set in the same universe as my drabble for prompt #2.


The sleepy darkness of night fell on Arendelle, blanketing the castle in a comfortable, peaceable quiet. Anna and Kristoff and their little ones had gone to bed hours ago, and the servants had followed suit soon after. All was at rest, just as it should be on a late winter’s night.

Except for Elsa.

She’d been tossing and turning – and fighting with her blankets and pillows – long enough to witness the fire in her hearth dwindle from crackling flame to embers. Wayward strands of hair clung to her damp skin, on neck and cheek and forehead, and her nightgown felt heavy and stifling. With a sigh and a flick of her wrist, Elsa sent a concentrated flurry to smother out the heat of the coalbed. Then, sweeping aside the curtains and shutters, she opened the window as far as its hinge would allow. Her relief was instantaneous.

The servants meant well, but they just didn’t understand the extent to which her form was entwined with that of her powers. In her they saw the innate fragility of humanity, a flesh and bone vessel for an external force, and so they sought to protect her body in the same manner as they would their own. And every night Elsa bore their tokens of kindness for as long as she could before she let the cold back inside.

From her seat at the window, Elsa gazed up at the moon as it waxed full over her kingdom. It shone bright, almost supernaturally so, and the insistent glow had her reaching for the volume of children’s stories Anna gifted to her at supper. The hero of each of the tales within was a winter sprite with a penchant for mischief, and so Anna had, with much enthusiasm, declared it to be just the book for Elsa.

Elsa ran her fingers over the cover, tracing the words of the title. “Jack Frost.”

A great burst of wind and snow shot through the open window. Elsa gasped at the unexpected gale and the book fell from her hands, thudding soundly on the floor. As she bent down to pick it up, something shifted in her periphery just outside the window. The book now forgotten, Elsa turned to view the anomaly head on. But nothing was there, just the silk of her curtains fluttering soft against the windowpane.

Strange… she’d swear she saw a floating boy.

Re: Texile, part 2

[angel_gidget]

Ooooh. A floating boy who envies your needle and thread! I like your description of the villagers trying to do right by Elsa. I can see them constantly trying to do things like giving her blakents and setting up a fire and things like that and Elsa not only feels it's the thouyght that counts, but also that allowing them to see her that way eases their fears, so I can see that as yet another reason for her to avoid correcting them. Anway, nice expositition. :)