why did you bring roses?

by Your Fellow Conspirator

'Should I know you' I whisper gently,she seems so fragile now,like a freshly fallen snowflake, as if a mere touch could break her. 'Then you won't remember that I'm your sister,' It's snowing outside now and she has turned to watch the swirling fractals of ice flurry from the air to the ground. Her voice wavers and smothers out as if a chilly winter breeze had dampened her flames.

***I just wrote this for fun. Hope you like it, it's a bit of family/angst but can read like a slight femslash.***

Disclaimer: THIS IS DISNEY'S...YEP...STILL IS...(UNFORTUNELY)

*The poem is a slight twist of the rain, rain go away song. When it says tears, tears run away is kinda a metaphor for the tears running down your face. Also the description of the snowflakes is a bit of a play on words from the Let It Go lyrics.

-Your Fellow Conspirator

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Tears, tears run away,

Come again another day,

Little Anna wants to play,

Tears, tears run away,

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She's waiting outside my door again. Her freckled face pressed against the glass, scrunched up uncertainly. Her hand finally knocks on the glass.

The door swings in quietly, 'Hey,' I wave feebly from my bed.

She blushes, her face turning as red as her hair and sets a bouquet of fresh roses on my bedside. She looks embarrassed, her hand skates over my forehead, brushing away some stray hairs. 'Do you remember me?'

I suppress a laugh, 'Of course I do, you're the girl that's always outside my door.'

She stops very suddenly. Her hands are trembling. A single teardrop lands on my surprised face and rolls down my cheek. I raise a finger to touch it. It's warm and wet. She takes my hands and brings her face to them, sobbing quietly. Her back shudders gently from the motion.

'What's wrong?' I'm scared and confused, she's only been here for a few minutes and already she's crying.

'I ok, I'm fine... Can't you see?' I murmur as soothingly as I can while I run my fingers through her auburn hair. I'm surprised to find a lock of pure white hair, stained from months worry and anxiety.

'…should I?' I whisper gently, she seems so fragile now, like a freshly fallen snowflake, as if a mere touch could break her.

'Don't you know who I am?' she repeats cupping my face in her hands, 'Don't you remember anything?'

'No…'I shook my head politely.

'…then you won't remember that I'm your sister,' It's snowing outside now and she has turned to watch the swirling fractals of ice flurry from the air to the ground. Her voice wavers, and smothers out.

'Sorry,' I whisper, 'I afraid I don't have a sister.'