"Do you wanna build a snowman? … It doesn't have to be a snowman."
"Go away Anna."
"Okay, bye."
...
Elsa was in the fetal position. Her back was curled against her side of her bedroom door, her knees were tightly curled into her chest and her forehead rested uncomfortably in between the two. Little did she know at the time, that this position would be frequently revisited in the years to come. As she listened to her sister's departing slow and solemn footsteps, she accomplished the seemingly impossible feat of curling in on herself even more.
After nearly killing her own sister, she thought she knew the extent of pain. Having to witness the heart wrenching sight of her sister's too-still body … Forcing herself to meet the eyes of her panicked parents. But, in this moment, she had proven herself wrong. There was more to pain than that girl in the ice-cloaked ballroom could even comprehend. This was the defining moment in her life. By dismissing her sister, she had made the choice to turn the suggestions of the troll and her parents into fruition. By dismissing her sister, she had made the life-long commitment to accompany every, virtually non-existent, sisterly interaction with feelings of guilt, self-destruction and isolation.
What could she do now? What would she ever be able to do for her sister? To make it up to her for everything she had done … everything she was going to do? To be there for her? To guide her and love her, as a big sister should?
"One day, Anna. One day, I will build you a snowman."
...
"I never knew winter could be so beautiful?" exclaimed Anna as she and Kirstoff wandered leisurely through the frozen willow branches. Suddenly, a strange voice seemed to materialize from behind them.
"Yaaaah, it really is beautiful isn't it! …"