Elsa's Pov

I stopped my work at the sound of high pitched screams from... two girls? Oh no, did someone saw me? Everything of me went back to normal, and I turned to what could have created that noise. The screams... came from Peter and Michael, who were standing stiff by the entrance. And Liv, eyes filled with worry. Oh. I was the cause of that scream. They found out. They found out within the second week?

"Guys, please calm down! Hear me out..." I took a step nearer with caution, but that only sent Peter and Mike running to the streets!

"Wait! Guys! Please!!"

"I'm sorry, E. I tried to stopped them but..." Liv apologized as we ran to catch up with the boys.

"It's not your fault," I uttered. "Come on."

I managed to stop in front of them when they screamed like two little girls again.

"Cut it out, guys! Do you want the whole neighborhood to hear you?" I cried.

"Liv, get... get away from her. She's gonna kill us!!" Michael urged.

"Guys, it's not what it looks like..." I demurred.

The three of them glared at me, the boys still panting.

"Okay... it technically is." I looked over to Liv in fear. She responded with a confident nod of her head.

It was as if I knew she was saying: It's alright, Elsa. You can tell them. I trust them.

I sighed. "Look... I can explain everything. You have to trust me in this. Please."

Peter cooed," So you are not going to kill us?" Liv shot him a look while giving him a big nudge.

We settled at a bench. My serious tone broke the beautiful silence of the night. "Guys, whatever I said tonight, you must not tell  anyone. Nobody. And please, don't freak out. Liv trust you two, so I wish to do the same."

They nodded their heads.

"I was only three when I was found by my adoptive family." I cleared my throat, took a deep breath and continued, " I was just there... sleeping soundly in a basket left on the doorstep of my adoptive parents. No one knew where I came from. Mom and Dad did not know what to do with me, but they finally took me in instead of putting me in adoption, and later renamed me 'Erica Carter'.

I sighed, "I only remembered the life I had with my adoptive family. It was as if I was under a kind of memory potion that I could never remember what happened before I was brought to my family. Although, the note my birth parents gave did mention that I was no any ordinary girl. Throughout the life I knew, I learnt that I possess a kind of magic. Powers of ice and snow, I'd learnt to know. My adoptive parents later on gifted me this pair of gloves. They said that it was the only few things my birth parents ever left me. And it also helped me to conceal my powers. You know... in case my powers became berserk... like the last time.

"My birth parents left me no note. No last words. No explanation. Only a few items was with me, like my spell book." My eyes dropped to the old, stack of parchment wrapped in a brown leather cover, noticing the little creases and frayed edges made for the past fifteen years on each pages of the book.

"It has been accompanying me since young. Taught me how to use my magic. Although, I wasn't able to fully use and expose my magic anyway... so I had to be careful."

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