"Hey sis, are you in there?" Anna called into the room that she had not seen open since her sister closed it ten years ago. "I'm sorry, I'm just feeling a little lonely." She turned and sat with her back to the wall next to the door.
"Elsa, are you doing okay in there? People have been asking how you've been. I know that I'm having a hard time." She chuckled without any humor. "People have said to have courage, and I'm trying to. I really am. But it's hard. It's hard having the people that have spent so much time with me just disappear in a storm like that." Anna sighed. "I know that you and dad had a pretty strong relationship, so I'm really sorry. It's just the two of us now; I'm here for you if you need me. Please, talk to me. Heavens knows I need someone new to talk to."
"I've been more stir-crazy than usual lately. I've read all of the books in our parent's library at least twice, I've talked with the servants and the maids-all ten of them-and I've even talked with most of the figures in the paintings." She chuckled, not because it was a joke, but because of some of the conversations she had imagined with the characters on the canvas. "How do you do it? How do you sit in your room all day, doing nothing? Haven't you already counted the number of tiles in your ceiling a million times? The strokes of the brush against your bed posts? The number of tiny holes in the fabric above your bed? I'd assume that you'd have those numbers memorized by now." She giggled. "I know I have."
She got up again and faced the door. "Elsa, come out. Please. It can't be good for you to be in there by yourself." There was a pause.
"Elsa, what happened? We were so close." A tear started to roll down her cheek as she laid her hand on the door. "So close. Hey, remember that time when I came up and asked you if you wanted to build a snowman?" She removed her hand and put it on her breast, remembering.
"I do. You told me to go away. Well, I built it. It wasn't as good as the ones you had helped me make, and it was a lot less fun, but I still had something to do. Then, later, I asked again. I asked, and then told you how I was starting to go a little stir-crazy, cooped up in here like this. You never said anything, and I hoped that you would eventually come out and make one with me. I waited and waited outside of your room, but..." She trailed off, another tear forming in her eyes. She got on her knees and leaned her head against her sister's door.
"And now, I've gotta ask you something; the only thing I can ask in times like this." She paused and bit her lip. She opened her mouth to speak and her lip trembled. Her voice faltered and her eyes overflowed with tears as she started to ask, "Do you want to build a snowman?"