Chapter Thirteen: The Strings Of Life
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Elsa (P.O.V)

I always thought of life as a guitar. Constantly playing, one tune over and over. With every strum creating something beautiful and in some cases horrible. An the tune it continues playing is your own, and every so often, the fingers playing the guitar changes corses changing the sound and rhythm onces played.

An they continue changing and playing untill the strings break. No longer does the guitar play however the song it made continues echoing though the air bounding of the walls of the hearts of the people who once listened.

Even though eventually the guitar with the broken strings is placed away in its cases never does its song go forgotten. Thats what life is, the guitar and the fingers that strummed it is your own. The song is the one you made.

As I sat in the library I thought of all this hoping to hear the song I played on the strings of my life. However I heard nothing, so I kept my eyes looking out the window at the tree. Leaves fell slowly changing colors. Winter would be here soon.

My eyes glanced down at the book in my lap. It was my stupid old math book. I was currently doing Merida and mine homework. Merida asked me kindly okay not so kindly to do her math homework.

As I scribbled down the last answer one both papers I shut them in my book standing up. I still had a half and hour to kill before Rapunzel got out of cheerleading practice. Eugene hadn't been answering her calls so she had no other way home.

She had her own car however it was getting repared after being recalled on some parts. Brushing my fingers over the spines of the books in front of me. I grabbed a thick blue one just as I pulled it out I squeaked as I came in face with Jack who pulled a book from the other side.

The irony, "E.Q," he says.

"Frost Bitch," I said putting the book back.

I went to grab another book but wasn't able to because Frost blocked my way by coming to my side of the book shelf stepping in front of me. "Is that anyway to speak to your husband?"

"Im sorry Honey, I forgot you a sensitive Jackass," I hissed.

"That really hurt Cupcake," he says holding his chest.

Rolling my eyes I reached above his head pulling out a book letting it fall and hit his head. "Oh im sorry would you like ice Baby?" I said acting as if it were and accident.

"Id much rather a kiss for my booboo, Sugarlips," he says making kissy faces. Turning I started to a different isle of books angrily.

"Your a ass-bite," I said quietly as I walked by the librarian.

"Im your ass bite," he says.

Rolling my eyes yet again I looked at more book titles, "What exactly do you want?!" I demand.

"What makes you think I wanted something from you im just here for a good book," he obviously lied.

"Oh really I guess you wouldn't mind leaving me alone then " I pointed.

"Okay fine I came to ask what your doing Friday night," he says.

I was taken back. Could Jack Frost be asking me out on a date? "Your asking me out?" I said.

"No, not a date,"

"I never said it was a date," I pointed.

His face turned a bit red, "I wanted to get to know you better so I thought we could go to dinner together."

"So a date,"

"Not a date, I just want to atleast know more about my wife if were gonna be stuck with you for six months."

I looked down at my feet. Id never been asked out, date or not. Taking a breath I went through all the pros and cons and there was a lot of cons but still I shook my head, "Okay BooBear."

"You won't regret it SnowAngel," he say.

I watched as he walked away if only he knew, I already had.

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I sat next to Olaf who curled into my side he was like ten but still he enjoyed me reading children story books. Tonight I read his favorite.  It was about a snowman who loved summer. An dreamed of actually seeing it.

I was about half way through the story when Olaf stopped me his brown hair sticking up and his blue eyes looking into mine. His face was a bit of a odd shape and his nose almost looked orange because of the birth mark on it most of the time. His face was pale and almost white. He was rather small skinny like freakishly.

He wore his favorite white pajamas with three black buttons on the shirt, "Elsie," he said, "Do you think Mama and Papa will let me have a reindeer if I asked?"

I flinched as he said Mama and Papa, he didn't know we were all adopted. It broke me looking at him and knowing he hadn't a clue who he really was. A Arendelle. I held back tears, and the erg to tell him. I wanted to but I knew it was best he didn't know.

"No probably not Olaf," I said with the best smile I could manage.

"Oh," he frowned, suddenly her brightened, "I met this guy at recess to day he told me to give this to you."

He said digging under his pillow, confused I waited for what he had to give me. He pulled out a black envelope. Looking at the letter in his hand I took it carefully.  And study it. Written in a ugly gold was Elsa.

Olaf stared at me his eyes begging me to open it so he could see what it was. Taking in a breath ignore the sick feeling I felt in my stomach I flipping it over to the red seal on the back. Who in this century sealed there letters with wax?

Suddenly even more nervous I opened it pulling out the white paper and a thicker piece that was probably a picture. I read the note, 'I remember something you don't, ' confused and slightly frightened I looked at the picture.

My breath hitched and I felt sick, "Olaf who gave this to you, what did he look like?!"

Olaf shrugged, "I don't know he wouldn't let me see his face."

I couldn't breath, whoever Jack source is, was right. Theres more to our marriage it wasn't a accident. I knew this instantly as I stared at the picture of me, Jack, and our wedding day.

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-"We'd like to get married, how exactly would we go about that?" Jack asked the man at the counter nervously. I held the white dress that was extremely puffy in my hands. I tried to hold back the tears.

My heart pound as I kept my gaze to the floor of the red carpet of the church. The man priest looked between us. An began to answer all Jacks questions. I couldn't get married to this guy. I looked to Jack who looked at me.

He was a nervous as I was, im sure he was just as afraid. As the priest took me to where I could change I stared at Jack and he gave me a nodded telling me we were gonna get through this. I found myself in the Church bathroom after I changed into the dress and I stood in the mirror. I let a few tears run down my face.

"You have to do this Elsa, you made a promise," I told myself, I made a promise.-

I shot up in Olaf bed where I must had fallen asleep. Olaf layed holding his reindeer stuffed animal In his chest. Shakily I got up picking up the book id read him. With weak stumbling legs I went to the book shelf where I slid the book back.

-"You may kiss the bride," the man finished.  Just as my lips pressed against Jacks I pretend to loses my balance knocking over the podium, along with all the priest things.

"Oh im sorry," I said I bend down with him and began to help the man. He looked up to thank me as I held him his bible just as he did Jack brough down a candle holder onto his head. The man fell to the ground.

I tried not to scream and I attempted to hold back tears. Jack bend down pulling the mans phone from his pocket along with a ring of keys. "Elsa I need you to injected him now," Jack tells me.

I shook my head, "No, no I won't!"

Jack took my hands, "You have to they'll kill us if you don't."

I looked up at him before lifting up the side of my wedding dress tapped to the side of my leg was a needle full with clear liquid. Letting out a small cry I pulled it out, "Im sorry," I murmured jabbing the needle into the thirty year olds neck.

Pulling it out I looked at Jack who reached in his pocket and held out a one of our marriage papers and a small liquor bottle thing, "So we can find each other once we forget, okay will get them back for what they done, bottoms up."

We both held our own little bottles to our lips and drank the, quickly, "Will get them back," I agreed-

I stumbled forward gripping the side of the book shelf to keep myself steady. Get who back? My hand reached into the pocket that held the picture and letter. It had to be them, the people who remembered. They were behind the almost completely forgotten night, and my marriage.

They wanted something from me.

Why elses would they have sent me the letter. They gave me and Jack something to forget that night along with my friends. Whatever it is they made us forget they must know were remembering. Was that what they wanted now? To stop me and others for remembering? What had they wanted from that priest phone?

Why had they sent us and made us go through the trouble of marriage for a phone? Why not go in and take it without going through allthe complications? What was the point? Also why me and Jack? Was it just a random pick or was it for a reason? What could make us so special?

Then it hit me, what if they choose me because they knew? Could they have known what I was capable of? What my real parents made me capable of? They couldn't have known there was no way, besides why would they want me and my capabilities to steal a phone?

Suddenly something else hit me, what if that was just a test or maybe theres more to that phone than I could ever guess. If theses people chose me because of my capabilities than why they choose Jack?

Everything was so confusing I wasn't sure what to do and all my questions appeared unanswered. However I knew one thing, I had all the answers, I just had remember.

Merida (P.O.V)

'Dear Child'  "No," I mumbled erasing what I had previously wrote. 'Dear Baby,' "Definitely not," Taking a breath I looked up at the sleeping Vanellope. I had offered to stay with Vanellope while Ralph work.

Vanellope was still in the hospital. However tomorrow they were planning to move her to the hospital institution about a mile from here where they'd try help her not become a harm to herself.  However I didn't think sending her there away from the people she knows would help,

Ralph didn't think so either and wanted to put her in simple counseling however Vanellope couldn't be left alone and Ralph couldn't take off work to watch her. I suggested Aunt Cass but she was always busy. 

Then I thought of possibly my parents but knowing my mum she'd only make it worse. I stared at the notebook and took in a breath. I decided to take Mirandas advice and write letters to my unborn child sadly I couldn't think of how to start it.

As I looked back at Vanellope I got and idea and I smiled softly, '

'Dear Amazing Accident,

Im not sure what to write, if I was my mother your mamaw I'd start by writing a life lesson,
If I were my father your papaw probably some idiotic story that made me seem so great,
If I were Astrid your Aunt possibly the loyalty to your families name,
And if I were my brothers your uncles probably the steps on how to get away with murder.
However im me you mum I guess, so I'll start by telling you that I have no idea what im gonna do. Not a very good way for the first letter im writing to you. I mean by the time you can read my problems will mean nothing.
How about I start talking about what life is gonna be like for you.
Not that I can really predict I mean thats impossible. I'll just give you the over look.
It SUCKS!
As simple as that. Expecially being a teenager. Let me tell you thats were the drama really hits. For starters im having a well you or you guys? girls? its? An I don't know who your father is. Scary, but I'll find out for you.
Nobody knows about you, or any of you?
How can I possibly tell them?
My mother would kill me!
An my friends would hate me for lying.
Not to mention Astrid will look even more like the gold child.
I'm so confused and worried.
However I will figure this out for you,
I will be Brave for you,
my amazing accident/s
now im not sure how to end this love mom? Love Merida?
I guess I'll just use 'M' it works both ways.
-Love M'

I put my pencil in the wired spine shutting the notebook. My eyes looked back at Vanellope and Ralph walking into the room. I smiled at him and I stood up to leave, "Call me if ye need me," I said to him.

Slowly I walked out the room and down the hall of the hospital. I kept my head down as a woman was wheeled past me in a wheel chair, "Shit the babies read to come out," The woman cried I  pain.

I flinched, as I continued down the hall. I stopped as I passed a window. My heart pound and I took a step back looking at all the babies laying in there little plastic container like beds.Pink and blue blanket I scrunched my noses. The nurse walked around checking on them.

I smiled softly, they all looked a like. My eyes looked at the small closet baby it was a little girl who had her hands in her mouth. Her blue eyes looked into mine. My eyes looked at her name and my eyes widen.

'Merida' it read suddenly I remembered what Miranda had said. She said she liked my name. That was crazy this couldn't be her child could it. A man came next to me. I looked up at him. He had dark hair and blue eyes. His features looked familiar.

Suddenly it hit me, "Do ye 'ave a child by the name of Benjamin and a wife named Miranda?"

He jumped at my voice, "Yah you know them," he spoke sadly. I nodded, "Im Cable."

"Merida," I replied.

"I was wondering were Miranda got the name," he spoke her name softly his face clinched as if the name of his wife hurt him.

"So that that little ones yers shes beautiful," I tell him, "Well ay have ta go, tell Miranda ay said hello."

"I wish I could kid," Cable tells me, I looked at him confused, "She died giving birth."

An I suddenly couldn't breath. I felt dizzy for a moment and stumbled. Cable wasn't looking at me but staring at his daughter. Taking a few steps back I began to leave again quicker this time. I wasn't sure why but I began to cry.

I gasp for breath and knew I need fresh air. I'd made it outside where I stumbled to my knees to a trash ben where I threw up. Shakily I sat down on the closest bench. What if I die? It wasn't externally likely but still it scared me.

I remember Miranda she seemed so health and ready. How could she just simply die? Putting my head in my hands I took in short even deep breaths. I wasn't sure how long I was there I did however know it long enough for my ride to arrive.

I looled up expecting the face of my mum however I came I face with Astrid. She sat I the front of her small blue and yellow car. "Come on hurry I got to get going I have to get you home and make it to my friends house before its to late!" she hiss at me.

Standing up I walked to the car as quickly as I could manage without stumbling to bad. When I was in the care I leaned back onto the purple seat letting out a shaky breath while putting on my seat belt.

Astrid looked at me carefully and I knew instantly something was up. She looked at the road and as we drove, "So Mer whats the matter?"

"Nothin," I groaned.

"Oh," she says, "Anything new?"

"No,"

"Are you sure not new hair cut? Or knew outfit? How about knew shoes? Or your growing a zit? Or perhaps I don't know-" she suddenly stopped the car forceful on the side of the road, "a baby!"

My eyes widen and I looked at Astrid, "What are ye talkin about?!" I asked nervously.

"I'm taking about this," She held up my pregnancy test box.

I gulped I knew I should have burned it.

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-Adios Cornflakes

-SKYE