Elsa Fan Art Novels & Stories

"No way! This is not happening!" I said to myself while looking at the mirror. Why is the reflection on the mirror different? Her eyes, were glistening purple, sculpted upon her creamy face like dazzling amethyst. Strands of molten gold tumbled out of her scalp, cascading down her back like a waterfall. Lips as red as roses, crystal white teeth, hourglass-shaped body. This girl is the perfect cover for FHM magazine or she could be the next Victoria Secret Angel! Hold on, her appearance is similar to the character design of Valeria Falsen that I drew for Callista's novel.

She pointed at me. I raised a brow at her. "Are you really trying to paint me as the bad guy instead?" I yelled at her. Elisa was doing a lot of sighing today, she sighed for the umpteenth time and raised her hands at me in mock surrender. "I am not saying that Varda, i am only saying that you need to stop doing things that no one asked you to do." Elisa raised her voice at me.

Elsa asked on the phone. "Pretty fine. It's annoying I missed you, especially Lucas. He won't even call and when I do, he cares less. The school is normal as all but stupidly boring." "I'm sorry Ariel. I hope you're okay ?" "I'm fine. How are you? Saw a look-alike of you with Colorado Radon Carter in a picture that's already going viral on the internet. Rumors say the blonde-haired lookalike of you is from England." Elsa groans and looks at the passing objects through the window. How could they make that stupid photo go viral?" She scoff.

"It was a moon of Jupiter. I learned about it when I was a kid. It's not the biggest, it's not the brightest, but it's the quiet one. The one that stays in orbit no matter how the universe shifts. Just… always present." Lily looked at him, eyes un-tensing. "Elara," she said softly, experimenting with the word on her tongue. Brenna smiled. "Elara James-Carlston. She fits that." "She will be an artist," Helena said. "Or a revolution. Perhaps both." Lily rested in against Vandaulf, her cheek against his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around Elara. "She'll be whatever she wants to be. But she'll always be ours."

I blinked hard and ran my thumb along the carved wolf’s back. “It’s beautiful,” I said, and meant it. "Truly." Elias smiled — quick and bright, the careful hope in his face opening up into something unguarded. Then he pointed at the folded paper. I set the carving gently back in the box and opened the paper. It was a drawing — done in careful, earnest lines with what looked like charcoal. A group of figures standing together in a space I recognised as the garden. Lucian. Amira. A woman and a man, standing beside a small figure that was clearly Elias and the whole pack spread out around them in a loose, joyful sprawl. And at the centre, a taller figure that was unmistakably meant to be me, su

“He said you’re like a lion, but with a soft heart. ” She laughed softly. “That doesn’t even make sense.” "Yeah. Lions are so huge. Their hearts are very hard. That is why they can roar like raaaawwwrr." Something in her chest tightened and she swallowed. Later that afternoon, Elias insisted they draw pictures. She sat cross-legged on the balcony, a sketchpad on her lap. Elias drew something with a lot of stick arms and declared it was a battle scene. Ayra drew the greenhouse and gardenias. When he looked at hers, he said, “That looks like you.”

Luca caught my eye and gave a small nod, reassurance from a child that somehow steadied me completely. Then the drums changed. Deeper. More resonant. Calling the Luna. And Elsa appeared. My breath stopped. She wore traditional Luna attire, white dress with gold embroidery that caught the moonlight, making her seem to glow. Her hair was loose, falling in waves down her back, woven with small white flowers. No jewelry except the simple necklace I'd given her weeks ago, a moon pendant, nothing elaborate, just something that meant *I see you. I value you. I choose you.*

Elias asked me with a small smirk, and it was then I realised that he had got a picture of my face tattooed on the top part of his muscled arm with a black heart like design around it and the first initial of my name. “I hope that’s not me” I said, even though the girl definitely looked like me and even had the same big eyes like I did. “Not as beautiful as you my love but yeah it’s you, what do you think of it?” Elias asked before he took hold of one of my wrists and pulled me down on the small leather couch next to him, making my heart skip a beat. I took a closer look at his big, muscled arm before I looked up into his greyish blue eyes.

"Elara, you need to see this," Isla burst into her sister's room. She was seated by her desk with a canvas in front of her. It was a small one; she and Isla had gone out and gotten all the art supplies she needed and even though Isal wanted to buy clothes, Elara had been able to successfully convince her not to buy clothes and that they would be back.

Ella's voice rang from the room. "Hey don't take it." Elsa said as she pushed the door open and staggered out of the restroom. "Hey Sharon." Ella said waving at the screen of the laptop. "I told you not to." Elsa said and snatched the Laptop from her. She sat on the bed and placed the Device on her lap. "Just few days Elsa and you..." "Hey don't say big." Elsa fired quickly and Sharon who was on the screen. "I am sorry I couldn't pick your call Earlier I was busy." Sharon said with a creepy smile.