Natalia was sad. And angry but mostly sad. What was she going to do? How could she ever get her brother and sister to love her? She was the baby. She was the youngest and that should have meant she was automatically loved, dammit! But it didn't and they didn't love her. At least it seemed. Maybe she had pushed them out. Her sister had tried but Natalia always rebuffed said attempts. She was so jealous of her. The oldest. The prettiest. The most gentle. The one who was the recipient of her brothers affections. But she appreciated and admired her sister so. She was more a mother than her actual mother who had died long ago. And of course she loved her brother. Her brother who feared and, dare she even think, hated her. What had she done wrong. Yes she was clingy but she needed them. She was not as independent as she pretended to be. Under her icey armour was a little girl, shivering and cold and so scared. She was still who she had be a long time ago, just getting her start in this world. She was sure everyone feared her like they did a monster. But she was no monster. Even little Liechtenstein had more courage than she. Her heart was not full of ash or poison; her heart was full of love and made of glass. But then again what would she know about love. Maybe she didn't know how to love. Maybe she only knew how to push people out.
A/N: To me Bela is the perfect example of a character in writing. She is so complex. I love her more than anything. Her disposition is a show she puts on to protect herself. But she has layers and layers to her soul and it's like flipping through a book. You have to peel away the pages wrapped over her heart to see who she is. She is lovely.