From the Window

She was the oldest of three sisters, all eventually sold off and enslaved due to the family's infatuation with the alcohol. The girl always seemed angry, she never smiled a true smile, sure at everything she found devilishly humorous she would smirk. But the girl did not smile. She was angry all the time, more so when she was the last of her siblings then when the three would be conjoined at the hip, playing outside or running away from their idiotic parents.

The woman who owned the house was a pathetic woman. The man would hit her, push her, slap her, beat her and come close to killing her but she never was sober enough to leave the house. She had no will to protect an of her daughters, each time a merchant came to town she would smile, wish her daughter a good life that she knew they would not have, and take to the drinking.

The man was a devil and a thief. Anything that he could take, he would. It wasn't nearly enough that he didn't give a damn about his tiny daughter but each time they happened to cross they always collided.

The oldest girl had always taken the beatings, the father never touched the other two while they were there, it was always her. Angry and hate filled like they both always were he would beat the girl until she couldn't move.

Passing him in the doorway was apparently a sin.

They lived in what would look normal on the outside, isolated, the only house on the east side of the castle they were surrounded by foliage and woods. The girl was a great singer, but the day her first sister left she stopped singing. She was very beautiful but on the day her second sister left her face was scarred by a permanent frown and a darkness that cloaked her fully.

Elsa learned all of this simply by watching out her window. She would glance at the empty lake and the lonesome house, squinting her eyes at times to see the detail. They lived far but near enough Elsa could see the commotion. One day she saw her father's men come to the house to remove them from the house they had never paid the taxes for, too busy spending it on the drink. As they left the mother laughed, her white- stained blonde hair bobbing and her huge yellow eyes gleaming. The man screamed and yelled and tried to again beat all of his problems with his fists. Blue eyes running raged with anger- his tall figure intimidating and rabid.

The girl ran to the water, close enough for Elsa to see the details in her face, the smirk of revenge, the appeal to seeing her father and mother struggle. The girl was about 9 and she snickered like the devil. She turned to the castle, as if to thank it for appealing to her, and for a split second the girl's blue eyes met hers and Elsa swore she saw the girl staring at her soul.

Elsa was only 7 at the time, she never saw the family again and they were son forgotten, however the memory of a blue eyed girl standing on the rocks and snickering like the devil was an image she would never forget.

Icenera Westrum

She always knew there was someone up there, she would stare at the window for hours on end when she was doing the laundry in the forge. she would fold the clothes and be done but sit there and stare across her favorite shade of blue up at that triangular window. She would dream that a knight was watching and would one day come and swoop her and her sisters up onto the horses at they would live there in the castle.

"What are you looking at Icy?" Her sister's voice was still laced with a 5 year old's lisp and she stood in the summer air with her feet in the water. She shook her head.

"Nothing, just a better place then here. Which of course is anywhere." In front of her was water, her enemy, her born fear ignited by a horror laced memory that ensured she would never swim. She looked behind her, endless woods and forest that would chew her up and spit her out dead.

"We are never getting out of here," Her other sister dramatically flopped back on the dirt and rolled. She glanced back at Darcy, scoffed and stared at Storma, the five year old had huge curls that neither her parents had and her Da's faded blue eyes. The girl stared at the water and suddenly energy caused the girl to run around- laughing and slapping the water, the energy and temper her sister carried- along with the thundercloud of hair- gave her the nickname Stormy, which was the only name Storma would reply to, call her Storma and she'd glare at you like you had killed someone.

"Shut up Darcy we are fine." She replied, tearing her gaze away from Stormy and to Darcy. Darcy groaned again and flipped on her side. She began to quietly sing,

"Come one come all to this tragic affair, wipe off that makeup- what's in is despair, so throw on the black dress mix in with the lot, you might wake up and notice your someone you're not."

She stared at the castle as long as she could, the only thing snapping her from the day dream was the sudden sound of a cart on the trail and the slamming of their house door. A merchant and his family were rare to pass through but the girl was always amused by them. She looked at the tiny merchant's cart, a slim young girl with a tangle of red hair and blue eyes stepped from the wooden cart along with what seemed to be her sister- she was decorated with gorgeous blonde hair and amber eyes.

She felt jealousy rise in her throat and glared as Da stumbled from the house, drunk on the whiskey again.

"If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see you can find out first hand what its like to be me, so gather round piggies, kiss this goodbye I encourage your smiles I expect you won't cry."

She stopped her song when she saw her Da point at the girl and her heart turned to ice.

"Darcy, Stromy, inside... NOW." She growled at her sisters. Darcy stumbled away while Stromy stayed, loving the water."Storma!" The girl glared at her.

"That's not my name!" The girl stomped in the water, and began her way up, Da was walking towards them and the girl gulped, feeling the anger and the fear rise.

"Stormy, inside now, go shoo!" But just as her tiny sis began to walk away her father approached them.

"Storma."The man grumbled like a beast and pointed to the side. "Here now."

"Yes Da." Her sister stomped to her Da's side and looked back at the girl. Fear was running wild in her skin, she stared as her Da walked back to the merchant and his family. Her heart quickened, thinking the worst she stumbled forward. Her dad shook hands with the merchant and pried his daughter off his leg.

"No..." the girl whispered and she quickened her pace up the hill. "No... No no!" again the girl quickened to a run as the merchant placed a bag in her father's hand and lifted her sister into the stranger's cart. "No!" The cart began to pull away and her Da glared at her. She followed the cart as is began to pull away from them.

"Stormy!" She ran up the path, her Da trying to catch her.

"Icenera! Icenera you stupid bitch!" But the man was too drunk and he tripped on his own feet. The girl bounced away, dashing up the path.

"Storma! Storma no! No!" She ran as fast as her feet could carry her, Storma was on the edge of the cart, staring at her sister with huge, fearful eyes.

"Icy?" her sister was barely loud enough for her to hear. Just as she thought she was going to reach the cart a blow to her face forced her to fall to the ground. She scrabbled on the dirt, trying to get up again only to be met by nails digging into her arm and pulling her back. She looked up into the eyes of her Ma, her breath was coarse with alcohol.

"Shut up stupid girl." The woman yanked on the 7 year old hard. She looked back at the disappearing cart, yelling once more.

"Storma!" and with that her Ma's hand was at her throat, gripping the child fiercely.

"Look at me right now you pathetic worm your sister is gone. Your all fucking useless, and shut up with your hollering. Your fine you worthless slob stop your crying." The girl stared into her mother's huge hate-filled eyes as her breath was leaving her. She tried to pull off her mother's hands but she was too small, too weak for the woman's grip. tears filled her eyes as she thought of the mess of curly hair and blue eyes that was now gone and vanished forever.

I never said goodbye, I never said I loved her, I want her back, she is mine you took her from me. I hate you. I hate you I hate you.

Ma released her grip on the girl's throat and threw her back on the pebble ridden dirt.

"Icenera I swear to god your a fucking nightmare." The woman turned away, trudging down the road while she stayed back to watch the empty dirt path. She rubbed at the nail marks on her throat that began to bleed and she pulled at her own, silver- white hair until the pain began to fade.

She let the anger consume her whole as the last ray of light was being yanked away from her. She ran to the water, stopping at the shore line.

"Help me," The girl cringed at the pathetic whine in her voice. She glared at the castle, half expecting an answer. She stiffened as night approached and still she sat on the rock at the farthest shoreline and stared. Nothing came to help her. Hatred is a powerful thing, and as it wrapped its way around the young girl's heart she slowly felt herself loosing her voice.