Titania
I don't know how long I've been in the shower. It doesn't feel like days, but still, it feels long enough. Underneath the water trickling down, I keep my head low, letting the water stream down to the very root while I try to scrub my skin off Kristoff's touch and smell. It's been hours and nothing seems to be working. I feel his touch on my skin, stronger than ever. For the first time, I don't understand my body. I don't understand why it is drawn to the villain's touch. Because Kristoff is the enemy, and I hate to admit that I feel safe in his arms. Somehow, I've only grown to trust him a little too much than I should.
I should run away. Evade his tactics. But in this chessboard of survival, I feel like his queen. All my life I've never felt that way.
I don't belong to anyone.
