[Jelsa] Fine - Chapter 1

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Summary: Elsa's aria seemed to be sung in maestoso, full of forte and all of its majestic grandeur. Jack's cadenza sounds like it's played in allegro con brio, vibrant, energetic and full of happiness. But when her voice and his notes are played in a duet that echoes through the bright lights of the stage, perhaps the glass shards of their past will be mended to a dignified fine. [Jelsa AU]

Chapter One – First Movement

“Quand je vous aimerai? Ma foi, je ne sais pas, peut-être jamais, peut-être demain. Mais pas aujourd'hui, c'est certain!”
When will I love you? Good Lord, I don't know, maybe never, maybe tomorrow. But not today, that's for sure!

- L’amour est un oiseau rebelle/Habanera by George Bizet

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Elsa Arendelle Queens is the primadonna- the diva opera singer of the undergraduates of The Juilliard School. But do not let the fact that she hasn’t graduated yet make you think lowly of her. She is, indeed, blessed with an angelic and beautiful soprano voice that easily steals the spotlight from the other singers and captivates the hearts and ears of the audience. Also, contrary to what most people might think, the quality and maturity of her voice surpasses some of her seniors. That is how talented she is. Not also forgetting to mention her talent in acting; she is capable to dwell, understand, and act out the character she is given- she can easily fool people into believing that the real character is singing at the opera stage, not some mere student. As if the gift of voice and acting is not enough, she is bestowed with a seemingly- no, everlasting, crown of beauty and grace.
You can tell just by taking a glance of her that her skin is as fair as porcelain and as smooth as marble.  Elsa’s long platinum blonde locks are tied to an intricate and elegant bun, though there are some strands that are out of the place, giving her a formal and high class look. Her brilliant blue eyes are radiating with confidence, determination and power, reminding people of the beauty- and the danger of ice. Framing around those beautiful eyes are impossibly thick and long eyelashes- she needs no fake eyelashes or mascara to make her eyelashes look longer. On her eyelids is a dash of light pink eye shadow that accents her blue eyes. To give the final touches to her divine and alluring beauty, the gods above has decided to give Elsa a long, perfectly shaped nose and lips that are naturally pale pink in color that are glazed with light pink lip gloss. Perhaps the lips is one of the greatest bestowal from the gods to her, because the powerful and strong or the soft and sweet voice that filled the entire nook and cranny of the room when she sang came out from an equally beautiful pair of lips.

Her beauty does not come only from her looks; the way she sits, the way she moves, the way she kept her head held slightly high and proud, the way her manners are shown in public and also her intelligence states, crystal clearly, that she has the elegance and manners of someone from the royalty- a queen, perhaps. It is not an overstatement to say that she is pretty, or charming, or classy, or ravishing,

Or flawless.  

Such is the beauty and capabilities of the Elsa Arendelle Queens, the primadonna opera singer of the undergraduates in The Juilliard School.

Elsa opens the door of  the yellow cab, one of the little things that defines the Big Apple- New York City, her white pointy flats with a golden colored tip stepping on the rough cement. The university she applied to- and today marks her third and last year in the university, The Juilliard School, is now just in eyesight. It’s August, so it’s still in the summer season, so Elsa chose a short and light in weight attire. She uses a sleeveless gray shirt with dark purple ornament sewn on it and the part of the neck and above her chest is made from lace. To compliment the shirt, she uses a magenta colored skirt that covers half of her thigh. In between the shirt and the shorts is a black belt with a gold belt buckle. On her shoulder is a white Michael Kors Hamilton trompe l’oeil cotton canvas tote bag. She bought it because of the simplicity of the design and the fact that it can store lots of books that she needed to bring everyday. Hung around her neck is a necklace with a snowflake pendant. The snowflake has a unique and complicated shape that attracted her and finally made her bought it- the snowflake has six parts, and each part has a sharp blue edge and six edges protruding on the sides. In the center are six white kites forming some sort of a flower. Attached on the core of the kite flower is a blue diamond. It’s ironic, the fact that it’s summer and she’s using a pendant inspired by a snowflake, which is something that is created only during the winter.

The snowflake necklace is her favorite necklace, since the necklace wraps around her neck every single day. Elsa likes how the snowflake pendant looks so simple from afar, but when you take a moment to actually look up close, that’s when you will notice the intricate and carefully crafted desing- just like a day in winter. Every edge and stroke of the scenery seems to be painted by white, but when you truly search for the beauty in the whiteness, you will found it- from the simple little things such as how the window’s edge is covered with frost to the slow movement of the snow, slowly covering the colorful buildings in New York to a solemn and peaceful city in white. For some reason, the scenic view during the winter reminds her of Franz Liszt’s ‘Liebestraum’, or in English, Dream of Love, especially the third number. The tempo is usually written as poco allegro con affetto, which means that the song is played a little fast and affectionately- with every tender drop of the melody by the pianist’s hand, Elsa can imagine the snow falling slowly from the sky and the snowflakes dancing around the air before landing on the cold, concrete road of New York; but everything seems to move a little fast, as if it’s following the fast pace life of New York.

The platinum blonde with a strikingly beautiful blue eyes’ favorite part is when the pianist’s fingers seems to dance on the keys of the piano- it first started from a piano, meaning small in voice, the it undergoes a crescendo, then it gets louder until it reaches its peak; and after a beautiful and grand forte, where the pianist gives all of the emotion and power to that chord, it descends slowly, as if it’s running down in small, little steps, then the song proceeds in its first tempo. Liebestraum is a song composed for the piano, but she often finds herself absentmindedly humming the melody of the song while admiring the transient white paradise created by winter.

Elsa could see the great metallic colored building of The Juilliard School, the rows of windows with its pale blue curtain that’s blocking direct sunlight in, and the tall buildings that surrounds the university. She always finds the design of the university to be unique and modern, because of the triangular pyramid like shape of the building, the choice of the material and color used as a finishing coat of the building and the many windows that surrounds the main entrance, reflecting light from the sun, leaving a glimmer of shine and heat on the window. Elsa has always been, besides from singing and classical music, interested in architecture. Since the first time she learned geometry, she found out that she’s natural in solving any questions about geometry- all of the formulas of the shapes are attached in her brain like a magnet, and her eyes and brain are sharp and keen to solve even the most difficult and tricky questions that the teacher gave.
When her home school ends for the holiday and she has nothing better to do, she sketches the architecture of the buildings in her imagination, everything according to scale and all. Elsa was most proud of her design of a castle- a castle made of ice that is situated in a colossal and towering mountain with eternal white snow at its peak, to be exact. Elsa chose the mountain because no one would see or hear her- a kingdom of isolation, truly; but it is where she can express herself fully- be who she is, sing with all of her heart, and where she can be free, letting everything go, with no chains, no worries, no fear, to bind her steps and weight her shoulder.

She calculated how thick the ice would need to be to support her, as if she will be residing in the castle of her wildest dream, the scale of the building, the weight, height and breadth of each object she designed, etc. Besides from all the careful and precise calculations of the building, she was genuinely surprised on the result of the interior design she made for the ice castle.
Right after you go in  through the staircase made from ice and the grandeur double door entrance, a large and lavish room that can fit an estimation of 100 people is the first thing you will see. Hanging on the high ceiling of the great hall is a colossal and grand crystal chandelier that doesn't need a single candle for it to light up- it absorbs the light from outside, giving the chandelier its own special glow. Elsa can only imagine the pretty light the chandelier will give when it’s sunset- oh, the beautiful dark blue, purple, red and orange gradation she always marvel on! Between the two staircases that leads to one huge opening to another room is an ice blue colored fountain. The fountain has four parts, the highest part being the smallest and the bottom being the largest. Water that seems to sparkle with each flow comes from the highest part, then drops to the second, third, and finally the last part. Around the room are large and towering ice pillars that supports the structure of the room. The floor however, is plain and colored blue, wrapping up the majestic design of her icy castle’s great hall with simplicity. Everything seems so magnificent, picturesque, and so out of this world.
And that’s only the great hall.

Elsa let out a faint smile upon remembering this fond memory of hers which is quickly erased and replaced with her usual cold and nonchalant expression. Alas, the joy of the past is in the past. She must now focus on the present. “Focus on Juilliard. On music...” Elsa thought as she prepared herself to enter the doors into Juilliard. Elsa swats the folds and invisible dust from her shirt and skirt, raised her chin, tuck in strands that are out of place, stand upright and squared her shoulders. “... And on perfection.” With perfection echoing in her mind, Elsa march through the doors of Juilliard, confident and bold in every step she takes. She walks just like a model on the catwalk, her back straight and talking quick small steps, making her hips sway slightly in result.

She acts and looks just like a queen- so regal, beautiful, and mighty. which is one of the reason why she is also called ‘The Snow Queen’ by her colleagues. The other reason being that she’s as frigid, cold, and ruthless like the winter storm when it comes to the competition between students to get the main character for an opera. It’s as if she froze her competitors with her singing prowess  so only she can claim the throne of honor and pride to play as the main character. The diva, the primadonna and ‘ The Snow Queen’- both titles are fit for Elsa- a bitter, cold, and brilliant woman.
No one knows that the winter storm can change to a tender and delicate snowflake shower from the sky, beautiful in each passing second, and where people can admire the view with a smile on their face.

“Don’t let them in. Don’t let them see...” Elsa muttered under her breath.

No one knows that beneath the perfectly frozen heart that seems flawless with no dent, lies a little girl, tired of being flawless.

“Be the good girl, you always have to be...”

Elsa is tired of always concealing what she truthfully feel, sick of faking that she’s a ‘perfect girl’- meaning, a girl that is not allowed to make a single mistake. Oh, how she wants the show to end.

She shook her head, refusing to think about, nor listen to the pleads of her heart. This is better this way, she always thought. She swore that no one will surpass her concrete wall of ice. She sigh while rubbing her forehead. Then, she saw her professor and her horde of fans greeting her. Elsa can hear the excited high pitched squeal of one of her fans. She gave them a sickly sweet plastic smile and wave half halfheartedly at them. With that, she completely forgot about her thoughts to be free. “Conceal, don’t feel, put on a show.”

As they said, the show must go on.