Elsa Fan Art Novels & Stories

Naomi sent Andrew a glare, then looked to Elaine, “But for ours.” The locator reached out her hand, and Elaine placed her own into the younger girl's outstretched palm. Naomi closed her eyes, working to concentrate on Elaine. “Now,” The fifteen year old said sternly, “Try concentrating on Benjamen, whom you wish to see most in the world.”

--- Elara was home with Aunty Dora while I worked, a temporary arrangement until we figured out school situation. I returned to find them doing art projects at the kitchen table, papers and crayons spread everywhere. "Mommy!" Elara bounced up, waving a drawing. "Look what I made!" I took the paper, expecting typical child art rainbow, house, stick figure family. Instead, I found something far more unsettling. A figure in the drawing stood outside a house, partially hidden behind a tree. The figure was rendered in dark colors, blacks and grays with emphasis on eyes that seemed to watch.

Anne rasps in Elsida’s ear pulling back to reveal a pair of amber eyes glittering with amusement. After breakfast, Elsida was urged to take a quick shower before they headed out. She had no clue where they were going but the blue sundress that was laid out on the bed for her with a pair of matching flats suggested it was casual at most and she was grateful for that, she could work it. Her gratuity dissolved and was replaced with excitement when she stepped into Cressida’s art studio. Her gaze assessed the elegant room that was filled with empty canvases, drawing boards stewards offering them champagne, and a minibar doused with a variety of wines.

Elsa POV cont'd I shushed my mouth immediately while I watched them. "I'll be taking your first daughter for the alpha instead of your second daughter Lisa" she said while smirking at my father. "Never!!!!" Father screamed turning the tea table upside down while glaring at the lady sitting across him who seemed unbothered by the tantrums he was throwing. "And why if I may ask?" She said, still putting on a smile on her face. "Doesn't she frown at all?" I found myself asking the question.

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The students have already started to murmur about Elin odd behavior and they reached at the last conclusion, Elin must be trying to make Shan jealous by letting another guy sit beside her. Huh! If you want to mutter then just do it, why is your whispers so hearable and troublesome. “Hehe, that can never happen!” Bardie, who have curly black hair tied into a ponytail, said while mocking and looking behind at Elin. She is the captain of her class and also the head of the fan club of Shan. Her friends laughed with her while looking at Elin and most of the time they get into quarrel with Elin because of their mocking words.

I said, and Elisa smiled. “You are fighting until the end,” she cupped my cheek. “I promise you I would,” I smiled, and she nodded. “I trust you,” she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, staring back at me were the yellow/golden eyes signature of a Royal Lycan. “Hey, there,” I smiled, and she looked at me with a wary expression. "What's your name, Love?” I cooed, and she took a deep breath; her eyes glowed,

I have caught Tyler appraising her anytime she brushes her hair to one side in a sweeping bang to see the screen, and I can tell he’s a little surprised at how pretty my friend is. With her delicate features, flawless pale skin, and spatter of faint freckles that always seemed fairy-like to me or some magical enchantress. Elisa has beautiful features that are sort of ethereal when she forgets about hiding and relaxes. Her glasses make her seem mature, but her braces add a cuteness that I find adorable.

She thought of all the years they had spent apart in spirit, even when together in body, and felt gratitude for all the lessons they had learned that had brought them back to each other. After dinner, Maria cleared the dishes while the others moved to sit by the hearth, where the fire had been banked down to glowing embers. Elara brought out her sketchbook—one Lysander had given her as a gift—and showed him the drawings she had made of the new olive tree, of the school on Olympus, of gods and mortals working together in the fields. "See?" she said, pointing to a particularly detailed drawing. "I drew you painting, and Eirene playing her lyre, and all of us eating dinner together. I want to b

Piper said with a frustrated sigh. Elsa stood stiffly beside her, hands tense at her sides, head lowered, her body shrinking in on itself. Her hair was tied into a ponytail, and the dark gothic makeup made her look rebellious, nothing like her usual self. She felt half-dressed, as though she were standing there completely exposed. “I am sorry… I will try,” she murmured, forcing herself to relax her hands. “Alright,” Piper said, throwing an arm around her shoulders. “Let’s go have some fun.”