Elsa Fan Art Novels & Stories

“Oh, poor thing.” “Poor thing?!” Lila threw her hands up. “She’s the trending topic worldwide! ‘#Kelvanessa’ has over a million tweets! And do you know what’s worse? People ship them now.” Elena’s laughter grew louder. “They do?” “Yes! Someone edited fan videos already—music, slow motion, the works!” “Okay, that’s actually hilarious.” “Not to Vanessa!” Lila exclaimed. “She’s ready to fly to Bali and disappear for a month.”

Luna walked to the front carrying three drawings. Her voice came quietly at first. “This is my family.”She lifted the first picture.Elias.Tall.Gray suit.Smiling.The second picture showed herself. Dark hair.Same eyes.The room remained gentle.Then she raised the third.A woman.Long dark hair.Gray eyes.No name.No label. Just a face. Seraphina stopped breathing. Luna looked down at the paper. “I don’t know who she is,” she admitted softly, “but I keep drawing her.” Silence settled. Clara’s expression tightened.

He confessed. He's so sweet and smart, I thought as he grinned. Did they think I was sad because of my status? Elsa was just a little girl with bright features and brown eyes, a carved eyebrow with a little white set of teeth, red lips, long blonde hair and white flawless skin. Everyone could see that she took after her father directly. She was a cute, beautiful little girl, kind-hearted, lively and could make anyone comfortable around her, according to her intellect. She loathes evil people who cheat and lie and what would she think of me when she hears what I did to Rihanna, wouldn't she think I was some heartless bitch.

I raised up my head and I thought about the day I met this woman sitting right here with me and from this moment I crossed my heart I knew I wouldn’t be able to let go of her ,she had been With me through thick and thin and there’s no way am going to let her go , all this years I had the opportunity to let her go and she even begged me to but I refused and right now just because I have a mate Doesn’t means she isn’t important to me anymore . “ Don’t tell me you are lost starring at the beauty right in front of you , well I wouldn’t blame you because you haven’t seen a beautiful girl in a very long time and all thanks to the moon goddess because right now am the most beautiful girl to ever ha

Ferna’s brows furrowed, and I felt my stomach twist. A halo? What was she talking about? Elsie blinked, her smile faded as she noticed our stares. “What?” she asked, shifting uncomfortably on the floor. “Why are you both looking at me like that?” Ferna leaned forward. “Wait. What did you just say?” Elsie frowned. “About the moon goddess having humor?” “No,” I said carefully. “About the halo.” Elsie tilted her head. “What about it?” “You… see one?” I asked.

I wish I could be this free and jovial. “I’m Rose, by the way.” “Elsa.” I rushed back to my bed and packed everything that was scattered there back into the envelope. She looked at me with curiosity. Her brows quirked up. “Elsa as in Frozen?” “No, certainly not.” A laugh escaped my throat; now I understand why the stalker called me Frozen, fucker! “You draw?” Her eyes went to the envelope and back to me; I threw it into the small drawer in my vanity immediately.

because usually, Adrian's gaze would only be on Alesha alone. 'Now that things are slowly starting to change, I usually can only admire Kak Adrian, and can only hope that one day Kak Adrian will also look at me, the way he looked at Alesha. However, this time I really feel it, even though Adrian can't look at me as deeply as he looks at Alesha, at least he wants to see me, and thinks I exist,' thought Elsa. "I promise, I won't mention her name, if it really makes you uncomfortable," said Elsa. She acted like a very submissive woman.

And there, standing in the center of the main room, was Alterna. Her homunculus servant, created from both artistry and magic, was a marvel of beauty that transcended conventional boundaries. With white hair cascading down her back and mismatched eyes—one a brilliant blue and the other a soft green—Alterna’s visage was captivating, possessing both softness and strength. Yet, at that moment, her expression was blank, regarding Elena with a tilt of her head that was as perplexed as it was adorable. “Alterna!” Elena exclaimed in a voice that carried a mixture of surprise, joy, and relief, her heart swelling as she stepped closer. Seeing her familiar figure grounded her, reigniting memories wove

“Well… actually. The only people recorded with silver eyes were Kael, the first Lycan who you read about the other day… and his two children. A son and a daughter.” My heart jumps. “Is there a picture of the daughter?” Elara’s eyes widen. “You want to see it? Yu think shes who you are looking for?” “Yes. Please.” She rushes out and I pace anxiously. This is stupid. I don’t even know why I’m so hopeful that this is her. A minute later, Elara returns carrying a large, old painting. She props it up and I step closer. The girl in the painting is beautiful, Strong, Regal.

“There you are.” The central pillar brightened. Above it, a projection coalesced—light condensing into a woman’s shape. Ageless, precise features composed in a way that was almost too symmetrical. This time, Elara had chosen to appear. Her avatar wore a simple white dress. Bare feet on the reflective floor. Hands relaxed at her sides. She tilted her head. “You’ve made a mess of yourself,” she said to Lys. “But we can fix that.” Lys swallowed against the taste of copper at the back of her mouth.