Disney Characters Elsa Novels & Stories

She snorted, “if Rico had any form of sweetness in him it would be use to attract giant ants which would probably eat us all alive.” Zipporah couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped her lips. She tried to regain her cold posture but an ice had been chipped. “I’m Elsa,” the redhead had a name, she had a pretty name, Zipporah thought. “Hi, I’m Zippo—,” she paused and waved her hand in the air, “you already know my name. Everybody does.” Elsa shrugged, “you’re like our alien.” “The only difference is I have no ship and we live on the same planet.” She joked.

Nadia leaned forward, completely paying attention to me. "There, I heard a voice," I said, my voice quivering slightly. "It spoke to me in a language I don't even know how I understood. Italian, I think. She was angry... sad... tired. She begged me to let her out, to cultivate my power, or else we would both die." I clenched my fists in the sheets, recalling the desperation in that beautiful voice. "And then... she appeared." I took a shuddering breath. "A giant white wolf with a red mark on her head. Her eyes were just like mine. She said her name was Elsa. She said she was my wolf... my companion."

"SHE IS CAROLINE'S FRIEND, ELSA." Nathan's words were reverberating in my sanity. "Elsa..." beautiful name for the gorgeous girl. **** It has been night, I received a mail from Nathan. He is too extensively loyal to his duty. Opening the PDF file, I got all the things, I wanted to know about her. In short, Elsa D'cruise, 21 years old. 25 December is her birthday. An orphan girl, raised by her maternal aunt Lily D'cruise. Just completed her graduation and now running the cafe with her aunt.

Elsa stood there crying as she had finally remembered her family and her people burnt in the fire. She cried for hours and Madame Hornet could perceive that her crying was not as a result of the guilty feeling that came from burning kitchen. It had to be something else. She and the girls gave her seat and they all stood waiting for her to calm down. The memories affected her days and Madame let her be for a few days after Elsa explained to them all how a fire broke out in her hometown without anyone knowing the cause of the fire. Elsa still couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something she was supposed to do back at home but what it was, she didn't know.

“He clearly doesn’t know who I am.” Her friends leaned in, waiting for more. Elsa sat up, her aura commanding. “I am Elsa Drayton,” she declared softly, “and I am not to be messed with. Nobody refuses me. I’m everyone’s type. The fact that Archie did… only makes him more interesting.” A chorus of amused murmurs followed. “But if you’re interested in Archie,” one of them teased, “what about Rollins?” Elsa scoffed and jumped down gracefully from the desk where she had been sitting. She waved a dismissive hand. “Rollins can have me back when he’s earned his title as the school star again.”

Aiden said. Elsa took her phone and dialed a number. " Hey Ella, Is the vehicle ready?" She said and paused. "Good, Remain in position we'll be walking out soon." Elsa said and badoo chuckled. "Did you say walk?" Elsa gave him an evil stare as she retreated her phone. "Am the nicest person in the Universe but if you step further on my toe, I'll become the devil you wish to see." She whispered into his face. "Elsa, there's no way we move out without engaging those men." Sarah said.

she asked, her voice echoing slightly. “No,” a voice answered. “Not yet.” She turned. Elsa stood a few steps away. Not the frail elder Elise had last seen, not the woman weighed down by years and grief, but the version Elise remembered from childhood stories. Tall, straight backed, her hair a soft silver white that glowed faintly in the moonlight. Her eyes were calm, clear, and kind, holding none of the fear or urgency that filled the world Elise had left behind. For a heartbeat, Elise could not move.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Author POV Dylan Thorne stood at the head of the chamber, his presence commanding yet composed. Beside him, Elsa was no longer just the quiet figure who had once followed him into meetings; she had grown into a Luna whose strength and wisdom were recognized by every pack leader present. Her posture was upright, her gaze steady, and the aura around her spoke of authority that had been earned, not demanded.

As they sat at their table enjoying their food, a sudden figure appeared near them. With a wide smile, the little girl jumped toward Adeline and exclaimed, “Princess Elsa!” Adeline’s eyes widened in recognition. “Destiny?” The girl grinned, wrapping her arms around Adeline for a hug. “Des Des likes Princess Elsa!” Adeline laughed softly. “Where is your mom and dad?” “Momma is in the kitchen,” Destiny answered, her voice full of childlike excitement. “Daddy is out working. Des Des came to the café to eat cake with Mama but I saw Princess Elsa, so I came to see you!”