Elsa Fan Art Novels & Stories

Annie picked up the sweet smell of vanilla, making me turn to see Elsa come out of the back office beside the reception. She stopped, seeing me and smiled. "Rosa!" Her voice trilled with a Spanish accent that made me giggle. She was a Coyote Shifter, large yellowish-green eyes, long black hair she had tied back, tanned skin to die for and a curvaceous body, though she was only a few inches taller than me without her heels. "Hola, Elsa! ¿Cómo estás?" I smiled brightly at her, she commonly slipped into Spanish when she became flustered, so over the week I'd been here and she'd visited, I'd picked up a bit.

Stars speckle the canvas–alight against a brilliant deep purple haze. But in the center of the canvas is a figure, their body blurred and distorted by a reddish glow that makes it impossible to see their face. “I paint my dreams,” Ella says somewhere in the room, her voice dropping an octave. I turn, looking for her. She’s not in the same place I left her. She pops up from behind a different table, looking flustered and pink in the cheeks from excretion as she holds up a trio of charcoal pencils. “Found them!”

Her giggles spilled lightly into the room. “Really?” I muttered under my breath, amusement tugging at my lips. Elsa followed my gaze, and a soft chuckle escaped her. “You’ll find the world is full of distractions, even here.” I shook my head with a quiet smile, returning my focus to Elsa as she bent over her sketchbook. Lines flowed from her pencil, confident and deliberate, outlining a design that would soon be born from the fabric we’d just selected. Every stroke, every tiny adjustment, felt purposeful.

Hermosa looked surprised, "Why are you giving me a present?" "So you don't like this. I thought you liked dolls as much as Elisa does." Brent pretended to take the doll back. "I want it!" Hermosa hurriedly grabbed it, smiling with dimples, "Thank you, sir. I'll give you this as a return gift!" She pulled out the Elsa keychain she had just bought, "It's my favourite Disney princess!" Brent took it and played with it in his hand, a touch of sweetness welling up from his heart.

That same Rowan was in love with my sister? How on earth was that possible? Did they ever meet? Oh Goddess, was he the one in her entries? "What's that Elfs power?" Elias questioned, silently daring Cassandra to lie or avoid the question. "I... uh.." Cassandra clearedher throat, "playing with emotions and creating illusions." Oh well..... I glanced at Elias, noticing the ghost smile on his lips. He's found his scape goat.

Elsa snapped back at Verada while desiring to tear her face off for hurting her parents when they displayed empathy. “Kindness doesn’t taste good, so bland that I would like nothing but to vomit. What makes you think I’d like to live among a human? It’s you!! The voracious power inside you has pulled me to your house and made me pretend to be kind which I am...” she paused. “A little,” Verada ended with a laugh. “You are mistaken. I have no power,” Elsa hissed in anger, and Verada laughed hysterically. She slipped her hand into her chest and pulled a wand out that quickly released a smoke where a vision had taken place. It seemed to be someone’s dream.

I questioned. "Oh my bad, yes I will go and get him now, make yourself comfortable" she said as the ran up the stairs. I stood and looked around their living room. There were pictures of them hung everywhere. I saw a baby picture of Elias and Lena, they were on the beach, I guess Lena pushed Elias on the sand because he was pouting and had sand all over his face. The picture looked cute. "What are you doing here?" A voice said. I looked back and saw Elias. He was wearing a cropped top with some shorts. He had paint on his face and his hands. I knew he paints, I found out in high school.

Elisa broke the trance by slapping me on the back of my head. “What the fuck?” “Don’t you ‘what the fuck’ me, Rose. I was actually on the best part of my discussion.” She huffed wrapping her arms on her chest. “Care to repeat once again?” Showcasing her my puppy eyes, she shook her head with a small smile and nodded. “The thing I hate about Stella is; her personality. Her double side nature is what makes her worse.” Elisa huffed and crossed her legs to get more comfortable. “How come you think that way? any good reason?” I asked whilst placing a pillow on my lap.

my heart danced as I uttered those words to her. Her tail wiggled side to side, and I could feel her warm excitement. She loves compliments - new findings. “I like this version of you, Eira. You’ve grown a little. Keep it up.” “Is this a compliment?” “Stand still and shut your eyes,” she avoided my question. Clearing my throat as my fist clenched by my sides, I stood fixed in my position. The transformation began and Elisa shifted into me. “Thank you so much, Elisa,” I wish I could be able to gently pat her head.

“I want to understand why you’re entertaining Kael when you already have a connection with Luca.” A sharp pain shot through my chest. “I don’t have a connection with Luca.” Her gaze softened, but only slightly. “You do, Elara. You’ve just spent so long denying it that you don’t even recognize it anymore.” I crossed my arms. “Luca is my Beta. My friend.” She sighed, shaking her head. “And Kael? What is he?” I hesitated. She tilted her head. “He wants you, Elara.” “I know,” I admitted.