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      " ---- Anna! be careful, we can't                  really afford to have you                  break anything. "

" Go ahead and pet her. Belle's a sweetheart, I assure you. "

                                ❝     that's   a  really   pretty   dress!     ❞                                         ❝                    where  did  you  buy  it  ??   ❞ 

           freezes ur heart

        -- a pause.                  The air is heavy for a moment, and                  a chill ripples, barely detectable. Her                  jaw clenches as she stares at her                  sister, breath hitching in her throat.                  Instinctually, she finds her hands                  wringing, longing to be coated in                  the gloves - the sanctuary provided                  by the gloves - once again.                                              "No.                                                  No, Anna, you're right.                                                  I don't know you. Not                                                  nearly well enough."                       years of neglect, of saying                       no, of turning her sister away                       and suddenly she was a woman                       the Queen scarcely even recognized.    "Perhaps we ought to change that.                            Let's do something, just you and me."                                                      Elsa missed Anna, for years and years,                                                      and it would be nice to do something                                                      unrelated to politics for once.

          "Anna, if there's one person on           this earth who is the exact           r e v e r s e of punk rock, it is           you, and if there are two? the           second one is me.                                              -- so let's not go there."

            [ ≛ ] "No, it doesn't really snow here.. the most we             get is this.. gross sludgey slushy crap. Kinda lame, really." 

[ text: Anna Banana ] - yeah Anna I know[ text: Anna Banana ] - but can you not do it in my dorm room maybe?[ text: Anna Banana ] - it's small and smelly as it is[ text: Anna Banana ] - I don't need your butt stinking it up any more.