Midsummer night's dream
"Do you want to build a snowman?"
Something that had once been an easy way to play with her sister before Elsa had locked herself up was now a symbol that she still had hope, and that Anna still wanted to play with her sister. Hope that Elsa would come out of her room and act friendly like they both had before.
"Go away Anna!"
Anna left, going towards her room, tears in her eyes as she responded "OK Elsa". This was the first time she had received a response, but she wasn't celebrating as she thought she would be. Anna felt sad, tired and abandoned, but she simply resolved to try harder still in the future.
She didn't know or understand what had changed, nor why Elsa had shut her out, but the evidence was there. She just had to find a way to make things right again.
Anna lay on her bed for hours that night too sad to sleep, tossing and turning every which way, until at some point she fell into a fitful dream.
Elsa was standing, opposite her, in the light, older and more regal even than their mother, with a kindly smile on her face. Elsa was extending her hand towards her, in a silent question, as if asking for a dance. Anna took it, and she was glad.
The dreaming little girl smiled in her sleep, her hope renewing with this promise of better days. After all, they had their whole lives ahead of them.
Her mother came in, saw the mess she had made of her bed, and tucked her in, smiling as she left the room.