A/N: Hello. Um, I feel bad for not updating So Messed Up for such a long time, and I don't know if I should continue it, so I just wrote this... Erm, I'm unsure how old Elsa was when her parents died, so I think she was eighteen...? Erm, I'm sorry if this isn't good or anything... I don't own Frozen, either...

I stand in front of the window, my body bathing in sunlight. The thought of sunlight makes me ache; it's been so long since I've felt it on my skin. I'm nineteen now, and it's been a year since my parents have perished in the storm. It burns me, which is a bit humorous, seeing as how I've got ice powers.

I've lost them.

I look at the clock, and see that it's four in the afternoon. A lump forms in my throat as I remember that that was the usual time Anna and I would play together when we were young. Before I hurt her. I move to my bed and sit. She'll be here any time soon, and she'll knock with that special knock only both of us knew.

I wait, dreading the moment when I will have to remain quiet; I cannot, and will not, hurt her again. Minutes pass. And when it's ten past four, I get worried. I stand and stride to the window, and I see Anna sitting on a chair reading in the garden. Reading. I can't breathe, I can't. I back up until the back of my knees touch my blankets on the bed.

I sit down with a plop, feeling tears threatening to spill out. I run my hands through my hair.

I've lost her, like how I've lost Mum and Dad.

And it's all my fault. I don't acknowledge her when she knocks and asks to play. I don't even come down to my parents' funeral. I ignored her. And now she's given up on me.

I never knew how much her giving up would affect me. But now I do.

And it hurts. God, it hurts so much.

I rub at the tears spilling onto my cheeks. But it's to no avail. Fresh waves of tears keep coming, and I can't stop it as my body heaves with sobs. I see through the haziness my tears cause. The walls have frosted over, and snow is falling in my room.

I feel resentment for myself, I feel anger joining my well of emotions. My... my clumsiness has torn us apart. Why was I born with this... this curse? I'm weak, and I don't know if I've ever felt as sad as I do now, even when I'd heard of my parents' deaths.

"Anna...," I whisper through my sobs, and it feels so foreign on my tongue. It's been so long since I've said it.

That only makes me sob harder. I've lost her.

I've lost her and I'm never going to get her back.

The only person who wasn't afraid of my ice powers. Now she doesn't know that I have them. She's tired of knocking on my door only to have silence as a reply.

I've lost the only person who didn't see me as a monster, and it's all my fault.