Siren Song – A Ficlet for Day 2 of Elsanna Week: Mythology

Note: A second short piece for today, since I was inspired. :)

The sirens sing a golden song.

In the green abyss are wrecks. In those broken hulks are tarnished treasures. Strings of pearls stream like seaweed in the murk. Bejeweled goblets and ruby rings wink at senseless fishes that slide by. The loot of ages lies unclaimed, alluring and impossible to reach.

The sirens’ song is like those fabled riches. It is alluring in its mystery. It tempts in being unattainable. It seeps into the heart. It seduces the soul.

But tethered to her vessel’s mast, Elsa of Arendelle is not enticed.

The music of the sirens’ voices cannot enthrall her heart, for her heart is already in the thrall of one she left on Arendelle’s far shore.

She thinks of Anna’s soft smile. She thinks of her sweet and freckled face. Elsa fills her thoughts with the sound of Anna’s laughter, more melodious than any sea-song.

The sirens cannot touch her.