Elsa had a million feelings coursing through her body and a million thoughts running through her head.Most of them consisted of she'sbleedingshe'sbleedingshe'sbleedingshe'sbleedingshe'sbleeding.Anna,her poor,innocent,precious Anna,was bleeding.
And bleeding badly.
This wasn't supposed to happen.She was supposed to be sprawled on the ground,not moving,her heartbeat gone.She was supposed to be bleeding.
Anna wasn't.
Elsa's first instinct was to freeze her hand since it was where the blood was coming from.Anything to stop the bleeding.
It was only after she did it did she realise how stupid that idea was.
Elsa's emotions and thoughts were scattered.Her eyes were blurry.Her throat was lumpy.Her mouth was dry.Her body was numb.All the truths came together to form the ultimate truth.
She had La Reine des Neiges Anna.True,it was only her hand,but the ice was there,mocking her with it's shine.
She wanted to wail and cry and sob and scream.
Why?
She didn't know if she had a dit that aloud ou not,but it didn't matter.Why had she been so stupid?Why had she been so careless?Why had she been so reckless?
Because she loved her.She loved her plus than the sun and the moon and the sky and the earth and herself.
Anna half-choked half-wheezed.
Elsa didn't cheer.She didn't jump up in joy.She didn't hug her.She didn't beg her to get up.Anna was going to die.Even if her eyes did open,even if her cœur, coeur did beat,those things would disappear before long.There was no use fighting;there was no use begging;there was no use hoping;there was no use being elated only to be heartbroken secondes later.Anna was going to die.
Anna opened her eyes.
"D-d-d-do toi w-want t-t-to b-build a-a snowman?"
If Elsa replied,she would go insane.Every jour she would cackle and cut and howl and kill.She would ignore everyone but insanity.She wouldn't be normal anymore.She would tun into insanity's arms.
She would lose her life.
But Anna deserved a reply.She deserved Elsa's protection and l’amour and care and worry and acceptance and attention and so much plus than Elsa could give and so much plus than Elsa.
Elsa deserved her fate.
Anna didn't.
She deserved to grow up in harmony and peace and l’amour and comfort and happiness and healthiness.
With one look,Elsa told her how sorry she was for giving in to the temptation of building a snowman and striking her in the head and shutting her out and causing her loneliness,lack of social life and depresion and how a jour wouldn't pass that she wouldn't miss her smile and laugh and freckles and clumsiness and awkwardness and bubbliness and l’amour for chocolat
"Yes,I want to build a snowman."
But Anna never heard her for her eyes had shut and her heartbeat had stopped.
And bleeding badly.
This wasn't supposed to happen.She was supposed to be sprawled on the ground,not moving,her heartbeat gone.She was supposed to be bleeding.
Anna wasn't.
Elsa's first instinct was to freeze her hand since it was where the blood was coming from.Anything to stop the bleeding.
It was only after she did it did she realise how stupid that idea was.
Elsa's emotions and thoughts were scattered.Her eyes were blurry.Her throat was lumpy.Her mouth was dry.Her body was numb.All the truths came together to form the ultimate truth.
She had La Reine des Neiges Anna.True,it was only her hand,but the ice was there,mocking her with it's shine.
She wanted to wail and cry and sob and scream.
Why?
She didn't know if she had a dit that aloud ou not,but it didn't matter.Why had she been so stupid?Why had she been so careless?Why had she been so reckless?
Because she loved her.She loved her plus than the sun and the moon and the sky and the earth and herself.
Anna half-choked half-wheezed.
Elsa didn't cheer.She didn't jump up in joy.She didn't hug her.She didn't beg her to get up.Anna was going to die.Even if her eyes did open,even if her cœur, coeur did beat,those things would disappear before long.There was no use fighting;there was no use begging;there was no use hoping;there was no use being elated only to be heartbroken secondes later.Anna was going to die.
Anna opened her eyes.
"D-d-d-do toi w-want t-t-to b-build a-a snowman?"
If Elsa replied,she would go insane.Every jour she would cackle and cut and howl and kill.She would ignore everyone but insanity.She wouldn't be normal anymore.She would tun into insanity's arms.
She would lose her life.
But Anna deserved a reply.She deserved Elsa's protection and l’amour and care and worry and acceptance and attention and so much plus than Elsa could give and so much plus than Elsa.
Elsa deserved her fate.
Anna didn't.
She deserved to grow up in harmony and peace and l’amour and comfort and happiness and healthiness.
With one look,Elsa told her how sorry she was for giving in to the temptation of building a snowman and striking her in the head and shutting her out and causing her loneliness,lack of social life and depresion and how a jour wouldn't pass that she wouldn't miss her smile and laugh and freckles and clumsiness and awkwardness and bubbliness and l’amour for chocolat
"Yes,I want to build a snowman."
But Anna never heard her for her eyes had shut and her heartbeat had stopped.
