As I sit here in my room, I wonder what you must think of me. I haven't come out of my room in two and half years now. You must think I hate you, or you might have done something wrong. I want to assure you now that it wasn't you at all; something is wrong with me Anna. Momma and Papa don't know what to do except keep me away from you and everyone else for safety. I don't know how to control myself and if I lose control people get hurt.
I hear you outside of my room every single day. I want to build a snowman so bad it hurts, forget the snowman I just want to be around you again! I can't do that Anna, not yet anyway, but I don't want you to stop coming.
I love you so much,
From your sister Elsa
"That is the 27th letter I will never send to her" I spoke softly to myself. Momma said writing letters to Anna would make me feel much better, but it only fills my heart with sorrow. Even if I write letters to her, she will never read them. Yet here I sit at the small writing desk in my room. I am now 12 and a half, and I officially moved into this room when I was ten.
I was ten years old when I hurt Anna. I really didn't mean to but it doesn't matter anyway she still got hurt. That is why I must keep my distance.
Write more tomorrow dear Journal,
Elsa