Elsa Sad Novels & Stories

“Elara, stop.” “Stop what?” I raised my voice, even as my heart pounded. “Stop wanting your attention? Stop trying to connect with you? Stop pretending I’m not hurt?” Heads turned and they judged with their eyes but I didn’t care. I needed him to feel this, to see me, Elara, the woman he once loved, standing here broken. “Okay, you're blowing things out of proportion,” he said, exasperated. “I need you to behave.” I froze and clenched my fists, hands trembling in total disbelief. I had to get out before I broke down completely.

The screen for the hallway outside the lounge glowed. There she was. She was walking slowly, head bowed, one hand pressed briefly to her mouth as if trying to hold herself together. He watched as she passed the turn toward her room. ~~~~~ ELENA The dim lights and the warmth of the house wrapped around me like a secret. By the time I reached my room, my control cracked. I shut the door, leaned against it, and the tears. My body shook, my breath catching in small, painful bursts. Sky stirred.

“She won’t.” But even as he said it, his wolf growled low, uncertain. --- Elara didn’t leave her room the rest of the day. She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, tears sliding down her cheeks. She thought of her parents, of the little life she used to live before all this. She remembered how her mother used to sing to her when she was sad. She remembered her father’s gentle hands. They would have defended her. They would never have let anyone hurt her like this.

How pathetic of you. All of a sudden, I heard footsteps drawing closer so I had to hastily wipe the tears off my eyes. I turned around to gaze at the culprit, it was Elisa. She halted in her steps in front of me, her face was expressionless so I could not help but wonder what she wanted this time around. "What?" I asked, my voice was slightly hoarse from crying but I tried my best not to make it obvious. "You are allowed to cry too Varda, you are human." Elisa said in a calm tone. Thankfully, she was not here to scold me. She settled down on the empty space close to me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

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.

"You are not any of that, stop calling yourself those words, it's not nice.' Josh protested. "I'm sorry about that, really sorry.' I faked a smile. "You don't need to apologise, Lourve, just smile and don't be sad.' "Are you okay, you don't seem happy.' Elsa asked, softly. "Huh!" I said. She continued. "You used to be jovial whenever we came around but you look sad now, did anything bad transpired? I couldn't say a word to them, my lips were sealed.

He stared at her, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Elizabeth." Elizabeth coldly stated, "It should be." He was confused at her sudden change of mood. Upon seeing Aleksander's puzzled look, Elizabeth erupted into laughter. "I was just acting. Did I fooled you?" She giggled. General Kius smirked. He never felt this amused to a woman before. "You can fool me in any way you want, Elizabeth."

That was the first word she could utter and the person that was present with her was her mom when she opened her eyes. "I don't know if I should really be happy or sad mom that I'll be discharged today" Anna replied fiddling with her fingers. "Anna! Why are you saying that? of course you should be happy the doctors and nurses did their very best to keep you alive for us". "But I'm not happy I'm alive mom, deep inside my heart I'm not happy. Why should I be happy when Drake is dead? Drake wasn't meant to die, it's all my fault he's dead and I'm alive. How can I ever be happy knowing I'll never see him again? Tell me mom, how can I survive this loneliness?"

Melissa said feeling sad that she had to cut their conversation short. Pulling up into a street, Melissa got out, and Elaine came to meet her. “Hello you made it okay.” She air kissed the young woman. “Hi Elaine, I only brought Sully and Storm, I’m afraid Ebony passed away last week. Sorry I’m late. I overslept.” Melissa said sadly. “Oh Honey, I’m sorry.” Elaine said.

"You know, feed yourself because I'll want to see you dance soon. I need to know if at least my friend had a good time before you took his life." Elisa watched him disappear after closing the door, looked around and understood that she did have a future, one that distressed her. She went in search of the table with food to bring it to the bed, sit there, and start eating and drinking while crying. It was a strange feeling; on the one hand, she was happy to be tasting those delicious flavors on her tongue, and sad because many people had died because of her, especially her friend, and also because she would have to stay there, with the uncertainty of not knowing what would happen to her.