#iamboring

Or is it fantasy?

Were she blindfolded and led into her own room without knowledge that she would be pulled into there, she may have mistaken it for a walk-in freezer. With the A/C shut off, the chill that lived in the small room was inexplicable. Especially since the forecast for today promised temperatures in the lower 80s.

Perhaps the ghosts of her troubled past decided to linger a bit to freak her out. Or perhaps she possessed the ability to control and conjure snow and ice and her surroundings represented the cold, bleak emotional state she currently found herself in.

She mused about how, as the older sibling in her immediate family, she was in fact the more reserved, introverted sister afflicted with mental anguish and a stormy sense of emotional well-being. Her often chilly, aloof demeanor was a stark contrast from the warm and gregarious disposition of her beloved younger sibling.

“I’m basically Queen Elsa, is what I’m trying to say here,” uttered the troubled twentysomething to herself. “Except less cool.”

Pun unintentional, she wished to add.

“And I’ll never be a royal,” a good thing, too, for she knew she may be a despot if she were to be handed an inherited throne.

“Royals…ROYALS! We aren’t caught up in your love affair!”

No, no. This was not true. She would be a warm and benevolent leader, but would initially be misunderstood to be an Ice Queen given the icy-cool mask that covered the volcanos of passion and love of which she knew herself possessed.