#closed prose

"Elsa Elsa Elsaaa, I wanna play!" The small princess spotted her elder sister and a friend together on the other side of the ballroom's floor. She scurried along as fast as her little legs could carry her across the glossy, wooden panels. She slipped over a few times, but always managed to get herself back up again and giggled on her surprisingly long journey to where Elsa and the boy were. Elsa always seemed to have lots of different and interesting friends in Anna's eyes. They were all fellow royalty, of course - but Anna was far too young to understand that. She would always admire their sparkly frocks and the way they would speak so gently and full of grace to one another. Unlike herself.

"Ellsaaaa!" She exclaimed in a fit of giggles, skidding over to them both with little ginger pigtails bouncing behind. "Anna!" Elsa turned and spotted her sister just in time, before she slipped on her fallen socks. Elsa chuckled into her hand and turned to her friend. "Eric, this is Anna, my little sister- And Anna, this is Eric, my friend." Anna took one look at the boy - and immediately hid behind Elsa, clinging onto her skirt with a gasp.

"Uh... Hi?" Eric was pretty miffed at what just happened with the younger girl. Was she scared? Why would she be scared? Elsa was attempting to contain her giggles and looked around herself to face Anna, but she kept moving around as Elsa did too, and now the pair were spinning around eachother until Anna stopped a little off-balance. "Spinny head!" Anna bared a gappy grin when her head seemed to stop spinning. But, once she caught a glimpse of the blue-eyed boy again, she quickly clasped onto the fabric of her sister's skirt and hid, once again. Elsa chuckled and shrugged to the boy, before trying to hug her little sister next to her. "Annaa, what's wrong? Eric's nice, I promise." But her little sister shook her head and buried herself into her side with a muffled wail.

"Nooooooooooooo." Eric picked up his toy boat from the now-puddle on the ground and looked at Elsa nervously. "S-Should I go?" Elsa shook her head and smiled. "Noo, you don't have to go, Anna's just shy, is all." Which... Was something she never thought she'd have to say before. Anna was always so hyperactive and always demanding to have fun in a playful way. But... Maybe it was because Anna was so young and the only other male species she'd ever seen was their father. She would be starting school soon, so she'd have to get used to seeing Eric and other boys by then.

Anna continued to wail into the skirt, taking a peep every now and again with her wide eyes. After a few seconds, she finally emerged, shuffling her feet under her. "I'm... Anna." She mumbled and looked down at the floor the whole time. Eric wasn't much different, also mumbling his reply with a confused expression written on his face. "...Hi." Elsa laughed at the two of them and rubbed her fingers on her palms. "Don't worry, I can make her speak." She turned back to the small redhead with a smirk. "Hey Anna, wanna build a snowman?" The little girl's face lit up immediately and she began to jump on the spot with a squeal. "Do the maagiic!!" She exclaimed. "Have you seen Elsa's magic... Eric? BEST MAGIC!" She grabbed Eric's hand in a hope he'd start bouncing on the spot with her. He didn't, but the weight of Anna's jumping pulled his arm down.

Elsa's hands began to spark with a shimmering clear blue, forming into the white powder as she grinned and the other two children looked on in awe. Alas, the fun couldn't last forever - not in the Castle of Arendelle at least. Their father had seen through the doorway and walked over to the small group. "Elsa, I think it's time Prince Eric went home." He said in a firm tone. The two girls frowned and Anna ran over to her father, shaking her head. "But dadddy we wanna play!" He knelt down to his daughter's level and patted her head. "Not now, Anna. The king and queen will be worried." He smiled, but nodded over to Eric to grab his things so he could walk him out. Anna flopped down on the floor and Elsa waved to her friend and sat on the floor with her sister too.

The scenery for spring was a pleasant change to the atmosphere. The trees now blossomed in a shade of pink Marie truly admired, the season was one she preferred, although the option to stay indoors was much more to her liking.

Marie had been left alone in her family's home once again this week, it was spring break and her brother's had other arrangements, not to mention the fact her mother was out for a lunch date with Sarabi.

The blonde sat in her conservatory sipping her camomile tea whilst Thomas sat opposite of her, still not entirely sure how to act when it came to being in the girl's presence, especially not that afternoon. Marie glanced at him from the rim of her cup and smiled. "You can sit beside me if you like." She placed her cup and saucer down on the glass table in front before she began to reposition herself to make more room for him, although he replied before she could. "I know, but... I'm comfy here- now." Thomas gave her a half-hearted smile as he tried to have a gulp of tea, although the aroma was far too overwhelming.

Marie's smile faltered. "Is something the matter, Thomas? You don't seem yourself today..." The last part was hardly understandable as she lowered her head and began to mumble her words. He decided now would be a good time to take her up on her offer from before, and sat beside her, although there was nothing else he could do.

"Marie." He took a deep breath before continuing. "Marie, I'm joining the army." Her eyes widened and she sat up from her position, her vision glazed by the tears forming in her eyes. "W-What? Non- no, you can't. My mama- I can borrow money, I can get you out of thi-" Thomas sat up and held her hand tightly as his glance fell to his lap. "You can't." He sighed, loosening his grip on her hand, much more petite compared to his own. she quickly snatched hers back and folded her arms over her chest. "Even if you could, I want to do this, it would make my father proud." Marie didn't say anything, instead she curled herself up and crumpled into tears. If only she understood what she was letting herself get into before, it could've saved her all of this heartache.

"Go."

He wasn't sure if he had heard her correctly at first, Marie wasn't like that. He was expecting her to cling to him and beg him not to go, although he didn't wish for either of those to happen. Thomas never wanted to hurt her, if he could he would stay with her, but deep down, he wanted this. He wouldn't have made such commitments before if he didn't, but he never expected to be in this position; let alone with Marie. 

but she didn't cling onto him and plea for him to stay. She did the opposite, she told him to go and it became much clearer to the man now. "Marie, I-" Thomas wasn't sure what to say, Marie didn't even stir from her position. Thomas stood himself and spoke under his breath. "Okay, I'll go."

After a short while, Marie knew she had to say something, she couldn't just leave it like this, she'd be sure to regret her act of stubbornness later on. "I'll miss you." She finally said it. Even if it was mumbled through her tears, it was the only thing she could say since she knew how determined he was and that she couldn't beg for him to stay, no matter how much she wished for this. 

"Come on, slowpoke! It's just over the hill!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming. My legs aren't as strong as yours-"

"Always excuses Ar, now lets go, we don't want our dads to catch us."

The two young adventurers had just sneaked out for a short while. It was much better than doing their homework, that's for sure. Ariel and Simba seemed to have developed a close bond over their past years in Disney- and it was all because of their father's occupations on the island. Of course, Mufasa, Simba's father, ruled over the land and had done for many years now and Triton, Ariel's dad, the ruler and protector of the coasts and sea. It was really no surprise to either of them that their children should choose to be friends. Although... Over the years the fathers have started to regret this. 

The two mischievous teenagers always managed to get themselves into trouble somehow. Sneaking off from family dinners or get together's, or even cutting school all together to go discover new and more dangerous parts of the island. It wasn't just that, Simba also had rather a tendency for attracting trouble or even provoking it. The pair of them did, in all honesty. It was just in their playful natures, although Ariel should usually have to be the one to put her foot down when it came to some of these things, that seemed to happen a lot more now in recent months. 

This time, however, Simba had overheard of a certain place from his Uncle Scar. One of those places the man seemed to put an emphasis on before brushing it aside rather quickly. It would only make Simba's excitement and curiosity of finding such a place even bigger and he knew he had to go tell his friend Ariel of it. He knew she'd love to join him on this escapade. 

Unfortunately for the young girl, she was currently stuck in band practice with her sisters, that she was never too keen on to start off with. She swore to her father that she'd stay put in this one and just even go in the first place. It had been awhile since she'd actually sang with her sisters or even a group in general. Although she had possibly the most beautiful voice, she never just wanted to sit around and sing about something like a relationship she's never had or even in a completely different language. That may have been her sister's thing, but it was almost certainly not hers. Nonetheless, Ariel was sitting at the back of the assembly hall, reading over the lyrics of a number from Singin' in the Rain. She let out a long sigh before realising some disturbance coming from behind the door behind her. Psssst

Psssssst

PSSSSSTTT ARIEL PSSSSSST.

With the sudden sound of her name, Ariel finally decided to turn and see who she assumed was Simba through the door crack and hinges. The redhead quickly waved her hands around and shook her head, indicating that he shouldn't be here, but she noticed Simba wasn't paying any attention to her as she saw the door open a little wider.

"Okay, okay. What is it?"

"Get this Ariel, uncie Scar told me of this place where there's a lake and lots of-"

"Noooo! I can't! I promised my father I'd actually stay at this rehearsa-"

"But there's bears."

"I can't just break promises like that, oh my gosh, daddy's going to- Wait, bears?"

"Yuuup. Lots of 'em. They live in caves there."

"...But aren't they dangerous?" Although Ariel was extremely amazed and excited by this idea, the look of worry washed over her face, possibly making her even paler than she already was. Simba thought about it for a moment, but then he just decided to grab her arm and take her outside before anyone would notice she was gone and most importantly before she may object to any of this.

It's a dream, Oswin. It's not possible. You are not human- You are human. You are. The impossible is possible. Eggs. Stir. Minute. Clara Oswin Oswald, you are the woman twice dead. The only mystery worth solving, the one We- I have been looking for, you are the one- the answer.

Clara Oswin Oswald.

The voices rang through the woman's head before she was would awaken. The dreams and nightmares fulfilled her mind every single night, mismatched pieces of a puzzle Clara herself knew she could never solve or even understand. Clara awoken, the beeps of the hospital machines rang through her ears as a dark figure stood over the woman, her vision still slightly blurred from her slumber. The brunette looked to her left, wires were attached to her arms- tubes to be precise once her eyesight cleared up. The feeling of panic rushed over her as the realization slowly came. She was in hospital but why- and how? Where was the man, that man she'd seen in her dreams, the one she could've sworn was with her a few hours ago. His tweed jacket and adorable bow-tie, where was that man? Such a clever boy with that floating blue box, the doctor. My doctor. Doctor who? Where are you?

Clara sat up in the bed, knocking the woman stood over her attempting to inject her arm. "Doctor! Where is he?" She yelled, looking around her surroundings rapidly, what had happened to dear Clara Oswald? "The doctor will be here in a moment, ma'am. Just try to relax, you're lucky to be alive." The woman smiled down at her as she slowly inserted the needle into her arm, the tiny prick made the girl wince in pain, as she tried to relax some, in hopes that the doctor was going to be there for her. The man she had grown to love the company of, he was there and he was going to be able to tell her everything was going to be okay, just the comfort she needed right now, especially considering she had no idea how or why she was in the hospital right now.

The hospital itself... It was different, not like one she'd ever been to before. For some reason she had her own room. The walls were very close together, the room itself was almost claustrophobic with it's pale shade of cream reflecting all around her. 

"Oswin-"

Her middle name. Why are you call me that?

"Oswin, the doctor will see you now."

Clara let out a sigh of relief, finally she could get some sort of answers, why were they calling her this and why was she even there in the first place. The assumed nurse took out the tubes connecting to the girl's petite body, plugging up the ends with screw tops and letting Clara get out of the bed herself. She slipped one leg out, barely being able to reach the ground, her skin was covered in bruises and cuts and strange tally marks all over- in fact, they were on her arms too, just more faded, they almost blended in like veins on her skin. Clara placed both feet on the ground and tried to stand herself, but her body was just too weak, the nurse quickly grabbed her arm for aid and support, nodding her head to the girl. "You're still very weak, maybe you're not ready to see him yet-" Before the nurse could finish Clara shook her head frantically. "No! I need to see him." Her words came out in a sort of broken whimper as she tried to withhold her tears. "Alright, if you're sure, Oswin." That name again. "My name is Clara. Clara Oswald. Now, take me to the doctor." She demanded, her voice getting more aggravated as she spoke. 

The nurse gave Clara a concerned look and frowned before a light flickered above them, as Clara gazed to see what was going on, the nurse had vanished, the room around her was covered with the strange markings from her body all over the darkened walls as the hospital room seemed to have changed completely without the light.

GET OUT WHILST YOU STILL CAN THEY'RE H was scrawled in a shade of crimson red that could've only been blood all over the four walls, Clara was now able to stand herself as she stumbled through the the room and backed herself out of the unhinged doorway. Her hand slipped and smeared red all over the white painted wooden frame, she couldn't help but look down at her blood soaked hands, a lump in her throat began to build up as the woman had no idea what was happening. She ran out and into the hallways of the abandoned hospital building.

It had been a good few weeks since Flynn moved to Disney, he was still just trying to get used to it all. The lack of money he had was something that sincerely started to eat at the man. Flynn had lived most of his life carefree, finding his own way through his job as a thief to fund for himself to live, however this seemed to be a much more difficult task in Disney, especially since the residents seemed to be more cautious when it came to these types of acts. This left Flynn in quite a bit of a tricky situation, he could hardly even pay for himself to feed himself right now, which had never been an issue for him before.

Now, it wasn't like Flynn to work for anybody else, but it began to seem like this was his only choice. He had heard some speak of a businessman called Hades, although they never exactly explained what type of business he was running, all Flynn knew was that he'd probably need someone who's an expert in thievery and horseback riding to work for him and with his charming good looks which managed to get him out of many situations before, what could go wrong.

So, the young man ventured out to The Underworld, a dark nightclub in the depths of Disney he had never thought of checking out before. Everything was just so much darker than the main land. The stench of smoke filled his lungs as he began to walk down the steep, cold stone steps down to the bar's front door. It was only eleven AM, so he honestly didn't expect anyone but Hades to be there, so he couldn't help but find himself pleasantly surprised as he saw a young girl in purple attire dusting down the shelves behind the bar. Flynn sat himself down on one of the bar stools in front of the bar, wanting to grab the young woman's attention. "Hey, how's it goin'?" He smirked in his infamous way towards the girl, who turned on the heel or her wedged sandal to face him, still with the old rag in hand. "Can't you tell I'm busy?" She asked rhetorically with a sigh, before realizing he must be the Rider boy Hades briefly spoke about as she arrived early this morning.

Megara dropped the rag onto the bar and placed her hands on her hips as she briefly looked the man up and down. "You must be here for the interview." She arched a brow with a firm expression. Flynn's eyes quickly darted the room, a little taken back by her tense attitude towards him. "Yeaah, that's me. Name's Flynn Rider. I'm guessing I'm early?" Meg rested her elbows on the somewhat sticky surface in front of her and Flynn. "Yeah, but only by a bit. Look, if I were you, I'd leave now whilst you still can." Meg glanced at the man before picking the rag back up and wiping down the bar in front, not looking back up for awhile. She could tell he was different from the usual recruits Hades took in, she could see something in his eye- a small sparkle she hadn't seen from anyone who had ever wanted to work for Hades before. One that held many hopes and dreams for the future. One that Meg wished she could see in herself.

Flynn was a little bewildered at what the young woman meant by this, and just the fact she didn't introduce herself general seemed kind of off to the guy. "Hey now, I wouldn't be so sure about that. I've heard great things about working for this guy, especially when it comes to the money." Flynn gave a small shrug as he glanced towards the door at the other side of the room, wondering what exactly this girl meant by what she said. Meg couldn't help but scoff at Flynn as he spoke such words about her boss. "Great things? Are you kidding me? There is nothing great about working for Hades. Trust me, I should know. You seem like a nice guy, Rider. You shouldn't choose this path if you don't have to." Before Flynn even had a chance to think of what the auburn haired girl meant by this, Hades seemed to have arisen from the basement and was now standing in the doorway, with a toothy grin and thick cigar in-between.

"Hello, hey, welcome, yadeeyada. Flynn Rider, isn't it? Come on down you're right on time, not like anyone else before. Megara will get you a drink, whatever you want-- Megara! Get this man a drink and make it snappy." And with that, Hades went back down into the basement, waiting for Flynn to join him, who seemed a little reluctant now. He looked at Meg and gave a half-hearted smile, atleast it was nice for him to finally learn her name, even if that was the only good to come out of this so far. "I'll just have water, thanks- Meg. Shouldn't really keep him waiting." Meg nodded her head, exhaling a deep breath as she kept her gaze on anything but him whilst she poured a glass of water and slid it over. She dreaded of what would become of the man after he'd done this, he was practically about to make a deal with the devil, well atleast that was the metaphor Meg liked to use for these situations. "Good luck, Rider. You'll need it." Meg quickly glanced the man in the eye and also mirrored his expression, although hers seemed to be much more saddened than his as she watched him go down the steps.

"Binoculars, check. Compass, check. Tent? ...Did you bring the tent, Tommy?" John announced as he went through the overly sized list the pair had planned out for their little camping trip in Jane's back garden that night. The writing was messy and typical of any child, random capital letters here and there and of course all the R's were backwards, courtesy of Thomas. The small ginger boy stumbled around in his over-sized boots with a massive piece of material tucked and rolled up under his arm. "Ch-check!" Thomas yelled with a gappy grin to his best friend, letting the tent crash heavily on John's front porch as he gave his blonde friend a salute. John looked at him and smiled, shaking his head from his clumsiness. 

"Are you ready for the adventure of a lifetime?" John asked with a grin, picking up his sand coloured backpack and putting it over one of his shoulders. Thomas nodded his head, obviously excited for this. "Yeah! But--" Thomas stopped himself before John turned to face him, a little confused. "But what?" He asked, although he could probably guess what he was going to ask from the amount of times he's asked before any of their camping trips. "-- Do we have food?" Thomas asked, shuffling his boots around on the muddy ground whilst twisting his lips to the side. He knew what John would say. Crackers. It was always crackers and sometimes, just sometimes Thomas wanted something else. He hoped that maybe Jane's father would have cooked them dinner, but he couldn't say that now, this was adventure time and talking about reality was boring to these little boys. 

"I brought enough crackers for everybody!" John huffed and motioned to take them out of his bag, but he could already tell that wasn't what Thomas was hoping for. John sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair. "...And I'm sure Mister Porter made us food too." He tightened his lips together in a sort of smile as he looked back to his small, red-haired friend, who then automatically grinned and wriggled on the spot a little bit.

How could you have a relationship with someone without any sort of communication? This was something Violet kept thinking about throughout the math lesson with Mr. Funnie. It just didn't make sense to her, but even though they were together now, Violet just found it so difficult to even talk to Jim, and she knew he was the same way.

The bell rang and it was the end of class, Violet left and stood by her locker for awhile, being indecisive as to whether she should pin back some of her fallen black hair or not, it was only Jim she was seeing but... This time, she felt that maybe she had to hide behind her locks.

Violet held some of her math books close to her chest as she heard the footsteps come closer, the familiar scent. She didn't want to do this, not now, it was too difficult. The raven haired girl took in a deep breath before turning towards Jim on her sneaker's heel. A smile briefly curved on her lips before fading away again, the girl went to tuck some hair behind her ear, but she decided to leave it. "So..." Violet said with a sort of nervous chuckle, trying to avoid any eye contact with the boy. "So." Jim repeated, almost just as awkward.

 Great. That wasn't really a good start. Violet had to do something, she could sense people staring at the awkwardness between the couple right now. "Jim, I--" His brows furrowed as she began to speak, Violet bit her lip as she didn't know how to continue. She didn't want to hurt him, they'd gotten so close and even spoke to eachother now and again as friends, especially when their parents got together for one of their dinners.

It had been awhile now since Rory held his wife in his arms, or even heard her strong, yet beautiful Scottish voice. Being apart from his Amy deemed much more difficult than he had ever imagined. Even after their first separation, the two were still able to communicate with eachother. Granted, it was mainly full of yelling and screaming over when the divorce papers would come, but after Amy explained to him the reason for this at the dalek asylum, Rory couldn't dare ever lose her again. Or when he waited all that time for her for as the last centurion, Rory just tried to erase all of that from his memory, in his head he just thought he'd be able to see her again. But not now, after everything that's happened. That didn't seem very possible anymore.

Life without the doctor really did dawn on the couple, that was for sure. They just both seemed to need that sort of spark of excitement and danger for their relationship to work. There wasn't even any of their old friends, Rory's father or anyone they could turn to now for advice. It was the end and they both agreed to it.

It was so different in 1940's New York, it took some time for the couple to get used to this sort of environment, they couldn't just rely on their modern technology to communicate or use for some sort of entertainment. Honestly, this was probably just something else to add to the strain of their now relationship. 

Rory could tell Amy needed some space, although she never spoke those words, he began to realise just how depressed and lonely she became at times without her insane best friend. The couple tried to adopt, but without any legal documents or even a birth certificate in sight, they were unable to. They were both so alone, despite having eachother. Each day they just grew further and further apart. 

He let her go. Rory regrets this decision more than anything but, he just let her slip away from him. The love of his life was now gone and it was all his fault. He could've tried to fix this somehow, he could've just admitted how he still loved her and cherished every moment with her, but he didn't. He told her they'd fallen apart and nothing had been the same since their lives together in the twenty-first century. Amy agreed, much to Rory's disappointment, she agreed to all that he had to say, tears began to form in her eyes and that's when Rory had to stop thinking back to this pained memory. He closed his eyes tightly, the strong lines on his face exaggerated even more with this sign of real emotion.

This was a memory Rory had always attempted to forget, but this was the last time he saw the beautiful redhead, so he had to try and keep hold of it, no matter how painful it really was. This was the last time in seventeen years that he had seen her. She never came back. He had no idea where she was anymore, or even knew if she was still alive. Atleast if the doctor was around still there'd be some sort of help, some way for them to end up back together and finally have their happy ending. But it was too late. That couldn't happen now.

Rory just had no clue how to live his life anymore, without Amy it just seemed so meaningless. Once Rory had retired from nursing at the age of sixty-five, he just gave up. He couldn't be bothered to live anymore.