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      Anna didn’t know what to say. Consumed with so many emotions, she just laid there trying to control her labored breathing. She was snapped out of her thoughts of blue eyes and brown hair and she turned her head to look at Elsa —

           ”No. — No. I don’t need anyth-thing. Thank you, Elsa.”

      Her sister’s name is said forcefully. She’s still trying to make herself understand that none of it was real. She had simply forced herself to see what she wanted to see, which was pathetic.

                                     Just like Hans.

                                     Forcing herself

                                     to see things that

                                     weren’t there. 

     The ice queen furrowed her brow at her sister's strange response.  Was she fighting off the illness?  Or was it something else..? She paused at the doorway, wanting to ask if her sister was sure that she did not desire anything. But she decided against it, wanting Anna to rest as much as possible, and exited the room without another word.

     Queen Elsa waved to some servants, requesting towels.  As they moved quickly to retrieve them, it left Elsa time to think. Was this somehow her doing? In the past, she was known for knocking down the temperatures in her surrounding area. It depended on Elsa's emotional state, however.  She had been overwhelmed with duties as the queen of Arendelle..

     Frost began forming at her feet, causing a small gasp from Elsa.

     No. She thought. Stop it.. 

     тєαяѕ sprung to her eyes. One, because of the sternness; two, because Anna came to the horrible realization that it was, in fact, Elsa. Anna had foolishly thought that perhaps her Mama had come back from the dead, or maybe the reverse — maybe Anna went to the dead.

     A feeling of loneliness entered her heart and she looked up at Mama — Elsa. Elsa. — with trembling hands and lips. 

          ❝O-Oh.❞

     It was barely audible, but in the silence Anna was sure she heard it. Now she could see almost clear — the white hair, the brighter eyes. Her Mama had bags under eyes and Elsa didn’t, although she was getting there. Being a queen was hard.

   Her stomach dropped at the sight of tears welling in Anna's blue eyes. Elsa tried her best to pretend that she didn't see the silent weeping. Like Anna, she missed her mother, too.  She would give anything to have their parents back.

   The queen hated to see her little sister upset or hurt. From when they were children to today.  She wished that she could keep Anna happy and safe. 

   But she knew well that was impossible.

     αηηα frowned up at the angel. What did she mean? She couldn’t possibly be anyone else — she looked uncannily like her Mama. She refused to believe anything else and suddenly went into a coughing fit. Afterwards, she managed to get out a few words.

     ❝It’s… it is you.❞

     Anna obeyed her Mama and with a little bit of struggling, lifting her head. It felt like her head was spinning as she did so, and she raised a hand to the side of her head in an attempt to steady herself. A groan escaped her lips. 

     Elsa tensed at her sister's coughing fit.  Was she coughing like this earlier? Or was it getting worse as she feared?  The worst began playing out in her head, spiraling out of control. Luckily, the princess's words snapped the queen out of her trance.

     "No, Anna," Elsa replied softly, showing a bit more sternness this time,"It's me..Elsa.."  Hopefully that would be enough to keep Anna from talking about their late mother. She carefully placed her hand behind her sister's head for support.

"She gets sexed up"

"It’s inappropriate."

"A terrible example for young girls."

I hate when people say this about Elsa. I HATE IT.

First I would like to mention that when people say “be yourself” some people don’t really mean. What they mean is don’t try to hard, don’t put too much makeup, don’t wear clothes that are too tight or comfy, stay comfortable. And for some people, that is not themselves.

Some people like to put on a lot of makeup.

Some people like wearing revealing clothing.

Some people like to look rebellious.

You can’t hold that against them.

AND ITS THE SAME THING FOR ELSA.

All her life, she was told to be this quiet, poised, conservative girl. A girl who wears long dresses, capes. A girl who doesn’t talk back, doesn’t act up. She was trapped. She was trapped in a little box full of responsibilities.

And now she’s LETTING GO.

Did you even listen to the freaking song?

She’s becoming what she wants to be. She’s letting go of the past and heading straight into the future. And no one affects what she looks like. There is no boy she wants to impress. No townspeople. No parents. 

She’s doing all of this for herself.

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     She wasn’t able to decipher what was going on. Someone was in her room, and she desperately hoped it was Elsa. Anna felt cold fingers brush against her forehead, moving the bangs that currently stuck to her face. When the cold washcloth met her forehead, a little breath of relief was all Anna’s could muster, not even a simple ‘thank you’.

     Anna’s azure eyes met pale blue ones and she suddenly felt her chest constrict. It couldn’t be — but it was, wasn’t it? 

     Her vision began to grow worse and worse, but this time with tears. A large smile managed to make its way upon Anna’s face and she tried to raise her hand to touch the angel that was taking care of her — was she saying something? Anna couldn’t tell. 

    Anna wasn't making any sense.  Elsa gently intercepted her sister's hand, gently guiding it back to her bed.  Her words sent a pang of emotions through her chest.  Her blue eyes began to sting, tears pooling at her lids.  The simple word sent images of the former queen. Their mother.

"Anna..." she said, taking the glass of water from the nightstand, "It's me."

The queen didn't notice the sudden drop of temperature in Anna's room.  Was Anna delirious? Was this illness worse than the servants thought?  Perhaps the queen should call for the family doctor should her state not improve.

     { ❀ } —

     Everything was very, very hot. It made Anna feel fuzzy and groggy and she was in some desperate need of water.

                    “Els —"

                                   She tried to choke out her sister’s name, but her dry throat wouldn’t allow a word.

     Anna set her head back onto the pillow and slowly rolled her way out of the sheets, gladly getting a breeze of air on her seemingly burning up body. Her breathing was labored and she sniffled, feeling like her head was clogged up with heavy air. Whimpers emitted from her slightly-opened mouth and her eyes flickered to the door, hearing some shuffling noises outside in the hallway.

                                                                                               { P l e a s e be Elsa. } 

    The door gently opened, revealing the older sister, her fingers wrapped around the silver handles of a serving tray.  It carried a glass of water, a small bowl of chilled water, and a washcloth. 

    Concern and guilt was settled on Elsa's visage long before her blue eyes fell onto her little sister.  The sunlight entering the window made the sheen of sweat shimmer, and the look of discomfort was obvious on Anna's face.  How long she had been like this, the queen wasn't sure.  She was informed moments ago that Anna had fallen ill.  It may only last a day or two at best, but..

                                                //God, she must be suffering..//

    The tray was laid on Anna's nightstand with gentle clinking.  Repeatedly glancing over to her ill sister, she dipped the washcloth into the bowl of water and wrung out the excess water. Taking a small space of the pink bed to sit on, Elsa sat beside Anna and cleared her bangs to apply the cold washcloth.  She was burning at her fingertips..

                "Anna.." she whispered.

What was she to do? Elsa took a gentle sigh, taking her hand to Anna's cheek. The queen was naturally ice cold, so hopefully this would comfort her...somehow..

Her hands returning to her side she stayed silent for a minute before laughing nervously.

"No, no, it's okay," she replied, taking a step towards her. "So it's connected to your emotions?" Elsa couldn't help but ask. 

That's her head! 

For those who have met or those who haven’t

"Stay back! I don’t want to hurt you."

"Run, before it gets us!"

"We have to hide."

"You should leave. Now."

"Oh god, is that blood?"

"Oh my god! That man’s insane!"

"Did you hear something?"

"What happened? Where are we?"

"What do you want with me?"

"I’m sorry! Please, don’t hurt me!"

"I’ll kill you. That’s not a threat; it’s a promise."

"How dare you!"

"Leave me alone."

"What do they want with us?"

"Help! Please, don’t leave me here!"