The book. I know we have it. I need to find it.
Elsa is lost. I'm her sister. I need to find her.
I scanned thoroughly through the old timber bookcase, delicately woven with ice patterns of both love and torture, and frantically pushed aside anything that was not related to what I was looking for. I kept telling myself that everything was going to be alright. Well, mentally, since I was panting too much to say so aloud. Binder after binder, author after author, my desperation levels were rising up high. I needed to find the book.
I didn't mean to, but I managed to stumble across it, an informative book on how to wield a boat when you are out to sea. I hated the sea. Elsa could just freeze it up for me, if she wasn't so trapped or distressed. I had to do this alone.
I tucked the book under my arm and continued my search for my cousins book. It has to be here somewhere. We're running out of time. Jack can't take it any longer. I quickly peeked a glance at the poor boy, wincing in pain on the rug of my bedroom floor, which was now filtered with icy water. He was fading away. I will find that book.
As if hearing my thoughts and granting my wishes, there it was. Staring me in the face, consuming the atmosphere around it, the abstract sun's yellow fabric contrasted infront of its purple binder. I slid it out of its cushioning, realising the impact it had on Jack's melting body, as he groaned in agony. But I knew this would help him. Although that's what I wanted him to believe. It was the only option we had. To get my sister back, to see her again. To set things right.
I turned the cover over to find the words blossomed onto the cover; Corona: The return of the Lost Princess.
