Chapter 2: To Late To Fix My Mistake

Anna, Kristoff, and Rapunzel all begin to run. The air turns colder fast. The rest of them look confused except Jack. Jack shows such a big surprise. I can't even make it through the first day without a episode. Snow begins to form and circle me. Creating the a blizzard in the commons. I lose sight except the white.

"Elsa. Stop. ELSA!" A boy yells through the storm. But anger fills me and i can't do anything else. I can't stop it. I don't want to. The storm increases it's force, when I see a black object coming forward in the white.

He speaks again. "Let me help you, Elsa I can." I don't want help. The storm grows with my discontent, and the figure struggles to come forward. I can't help but smile. I let out a scream. But not one of pain, but of rejoice. Then a hand grabs my arm.

Suddenly I realize, I was turning and put my back to the figure and the figure caught up to me. "You have to stop. You don't know what you're doing. Where you will end up. Elsa, please listen to me." I look back and see it is Jack.

"How can you help me? Jack, how?" I ask, the storm slows slightly.

"Trust me, I control ice and snow. My powers are of the winter, like yours. Not many people have them. You have to trust me. Just stop." Jack says looking over his shoulder. A frown shadows his face.

"ELSA SNOW!" A voice screams out. Jack backs away, muttering something to himself. This caused me to let down my guard. The storm falls. "I am your principal, Mr. Clause. You are sent to detention where you can not use your powers. And I don't care if it is your first day, we will not have any fights here."

"I am sorry, Mr. Clause." I tuck my head and walk to the direction he points. Luckily, I find Detention easily with no help. Sitting alone in there. I lose myself with writing a song. Like I usually do when I have an episode.

Looking at the glass, I see a face. But I don't know whose face it is. It belongs to a woman that seems to sing all the time and travels through time like a sickness. I see a woman who isn't me.

The door opens and someone comes in, but I don't look up I continue to write even when they sit next to me.

Our time is now. Even when the sky falls. But sometimes other don't think that we are right. They aren't ready for change. They are people who don't understand us.

Ugg. I crumple the paper and chuck it to the trash can, I make it in and then I sleep without looking at who is next to me.