I've always been a huge fan of stories where one of the characters are either blind or deaf, so i gave it a try!

Enjoy!

There was something about staring out through a window into a thunderstorm that just made a person relax. The visual beauty of the rain coming down at a slight angle, that made it nearly impossible to see more than 5 meters in front of you. The smell of the fresh rain as it cleansed the earth on which it fell was soothing on its own.

A smile makes it way over a lonely figures face. The cold that clung to a person wet or not, was different from it just being cold. The smile on the girls face turns slightly sad as she tightens her jacket over herself. The cold didn't make her sad; it never bothered her all that much. The wetness didn't make her sad either, nor did the smell of the rain. Rather it was due to her inability to hear what the rain sounded like.

Her parents told her it was beautiful when she had asked. Their hands moving to say it was beautiful. As a little girl they had a different response when she asked. They would sign that it didn't matter and that she shouldn't worry. She didn't much care to hear things like music; she could feel it just fine. People's voices were also not among the things she wanted to hear, opting to rather enjoy the emotions in their eyes.

No, she longed to hear this so called 'pitter-patter' of rain, the howling of wind or the rumbling feel that accompanied the lightning flashes.

Icy blue eyes travel over everything they could see. They watched mesmerized at how the droplets split apart as they hit something. How, when they hit a leaf, the green plant would bob up and down from the impact. Now and then her eyes would be drawn to the window itself. They watched as droplets race down to the bottom, gulping up any others in its path, making it decent faster.

She always found herself rooting for the smallest one as it crept down slowly before gaining a bigger drop and beating another to the bottom. She would chuckle and return her gaze back to the neighborhood. It amazed her that it was always so bare. Not a soul in sight. Not even a car.

She blinks and frowns. There was someone outside now. This person looked lost and confused. She moved onto her knees and pressed her face to the window as the person slipped and stumbled to the wet gravel. Her hot breath made the window steam up and she franticly whipped at it to look at the person again. They were sitting on the curb now. She saw the persons shoulders move up and down, sobbing. This person was crying. Just then it started to hail. With wide eyes, she ran down stairs to where her parents were sitting in front the fire. This just made her think of that poor person shivering in the cold, getting pelted by ice. They looked up to her and she signed to them franticly.

'Someone outside, need help, cold, crying, fell.' She signed wanting to get the message out as soon as possible. Her mother and father jumped up and grabbed their coats before leaving. She ran back up to her room and watched them as they jogged out to the person still sobbing on the side walk. She watched as her father wrapped the person up in a coat as her mother spoke to them. After some brief words she could not read, her father picked the person up and carried them inside.

She slowly made her way down stairs and watched as her father placed the person in front the fire. Her mother ran past her, her lips saying something about first aid. She kept herself hidden by the door frame as she watched. The person was shivering badly. Her father removed the wet jacket. The first thing she noticed was red hair. It almost looked black from the rain. It was a girl, she noticed next.

Her jaw moved up and down from the cold, chattering is what they called it. Her mother ran past her and moved to sit in front the girl. She placed a thermometer into the girl's mouth before pointing to the kitchen. She assumed her mother told her father to busy himself in the kitchen while she dealt with the girl's wet cloths.

He moved to the kitchen and she turned to see him start the kettle. Turning her gaze back to her mother she almost wished she had followed her father. Her mother was removing the girl's wet cloths and she took that as her own cue to leave.

She opted to go to her father as he was busy making hot chocolate.

'Is she alright?' She signed and he nodded.

'She hit her jaw. It's bleeding a bit, but mom says it isn't bad enough for stitches.'

She sighs in relieve and sits down at the island.

'Did she say why she was out there in this weather?' She asked, curious.

'She says she got lost,' her father explains, but Elsa could see he wasn't really satisfied with that answer.

She ran her hands through her hair as she looked down to the counter. She jumped as she felt her mother's soft hand on her arm.

'Sorry dear, could you fetch her some of your older cloths?' Her mother asked and she nodded. She ran up to her room and picked out one of her warmest sweatpants and a warm polo sweater. It didn't matter that they didn't match, it was for warmth. She ran back down and handed them to her mother who thanked her. She went back to her father as he handed her some hot chocolate. After a minute or two her mother came back, empty mug in hand.

"She fell asleep, we should take her to the guest bedroom," her mother said while she signed as to keep her in the loop. She appreciated them doing that, always keeping her in mind when they talked so she could feel part of the conversation. Her father nodded and went into the living room. She followed and watched as he picked the girl up. She was out like a light, her skin not so deadly white anymore and her lips not as blue. She followed her father up the stairs and opened the covers so he could just lay her down. She covered the girl and took this time to look at her features some more. Only one word was able to describe her.

Freckles.

She had a ton of them and that was just on her face. They looked like constellations almost. Her eyes get drawn to the gauze on the girls jaw. It must have hurt. She stands and walks back to the kitchen where she drinks her cooling hot coco. She watches her parents as they talk.

"The storm is picking up, they said there would be a blizzard," her father says.

"I know, that is why I went shopping, they said to not go out till it's over," her mother says.

"It will last a few days. She'll have to stay here till it passes before we take her home," her father says and that's when she places the cup down. The sound must have been loud, because her parents turned to look at her.

'How long is a few days?' She signed a frown on her face.

"It might be two days, it might be a week," her mother answers.

'Won't her parents be worried?' she signs.

"Elsa, dear you shouldn't worry about this," her mother says before touching her face and smiling.

"Everything will turn out fine," her mother said, slowly and clearly so Elsa could read her lips. She then kisses her head.

"Time for bed, for all of us," her father says and she hugs them goodnight before going to her room. As she gets into bed all she can think of is the red head.

What's her story?

What's her personality like?

Is she a cat person or a dog person?

Does she like to read?

Does she like to watch movies?

So many questions ran through her mind, but there was one very important one as she fell asleep.

Does she like chocolate?

Elsa stood up still half asleep. Her bladder was screaming at her to go to the bathroom. She cursed herself for not going before bed. She looked to her blinking digital clock. The numbers were flashing an angry red 3A.M at her. She stuck her tongue out to it before walking to her bathroom.

She sat in the darkness doing her business, not wanting the light to burn her eyes. She was already deaf, no need for her to be blind too.

A yawn escapes her as she finishes and washes her hands. She catches her reflection in the mirror, or rather her solute. She could make out some details. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She placed her hands on her face, mushing her cheeks. She was too skinny. There was almost nothing to mush. Not like the girl's cheeks. They looked rather pinch able. She shook her head. She shouldn't think like that, maybe she was more tired than she thought.

As another yawn ripped through her she walked back to bed. Dropping back into her warm covers she lets out a silent sigh of content. Casting her eyes to the window she can see it's still raining. Another yawn ripped through her and she turned onto her side.

Fine, fine, she will sleep some more. It wasn't like she could get work done anyway, what with the weather messing about. It would take her all day just to upload one measly half hour video. She will take this time to relax, maybe read a book, or bake!

Sleep over came her then, sending her into an odd dream of being a queen that could control ice and create living snow. It was a somewhat pleasant dream.

I've always wanted to learn sign language and I swear one day I will!

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