Jayden
Elsa's voice rings in my ear, something wet hitting my face every so often and stinging when it hits the gash across my forehead and down to my lips. I try to open my eyes, her cries begging me to, and catch sight of her porcelain perfect face. A light smile spreads across my face.
"Els." I whisper, the pain dull and consistant now.
Everything around me is almost colorless. Only Elsa is bright.
