Anna marveled at the ice palace as she walked up the steps to the front door. It was more beautiful than anything she had ever seen and knowing that her own sister had created it was so amazing. The three travelers wandered up to the double doors of the palace and as the feet between Anna and the door diminished her excitement and awe started to waver as the familiar feeling of rejection and loneliness started to seep into her bones. Anna slowly raised her right hand, the slight trembling brought her back to all those years she'd done the same thing to a very similar looking door; the flashbacks came quickly.
"No Anna." "Go away Anna." "I'm busy Anna, not now." "Anna, please stop."
Elsa's voice echoed through Anna's mind over and over; she could feel the burn of tears in her eyes as Olaf made a comment about her not knowing how to knock. She knew how to knock. She'd knocked on a closed door more times than every other person in Arendelle combined. Anna didn't know if she could do it again, all her excitement to see Elsa, to bring her back, to finally understand why she locked herself away, vanished in sight of knocking on that door. On possibly hearing her sister telling her to leave again.
As her fist contacted the ice door Anna resisted the urge to close her eyes and cry before even receiving a response. Three knocks. The first two quick to get it over with, the third slightly more hesitant. The doors creaked open. They opened. Elsa opened up, she didn't lock the doors, and she didn't tell her to leave. Anna's heart expanded in her chest and warmth spread through her body. This could be the turning point. She understood, she could have her sister back and they would go back to being the best of friends.
Anna stepped across the threshold feeling lighter than ever before.