Cut Cut Goes The Knife
Written by Nightmare-Nerd
Author's Note: I do not own Frozen. Disney does.
The door opened, but Anna didn't hear it. The door was almost silently pulled and Elsa stepped in. Elegant. Beautiful. Thin. Nervous. Her hair was in a white blond ponytail resting close to her breasts.
"Anna? I'm sorry to interrupt bu-"
Anna noticed her standing there and Elsa noticed the blood, the cut, and the blade. She gasped, a quick sharp intake of oxygen. Her blue eyes widened, staring. Her already pale face became even more pale.
Anna stopped cutting.
'Crap'
There was a moment of silence, awkward and brooding. The two sisters just stared at each other, pity in Elsa's eyes and fear in Anna's.
"Anna..."
Her voice was a cool, calm, yet soft whisper. As fragile as glass. The blond made her way towards the red-head, slowly, carefully, as though she was a wounded vicious animal. Anna crawled away from her touch, blushing. Elsa stared hard at her and looked deep into her eyes, attempting to find any remains of sense in her. She found none.
"Anna... Please... Let me help you..." She begged and Anna shook her head.
"I'm sorry..." Anna whispered and it came out a fragile, breakable statement. Anna glanced down at the knife and she licked her lips. The blood on the blade was so beautiful yet shameful at the same time. So red, such a beautiful shade of red, that she couldn't help it.
So red such a beautiful red red as the sunset-
Anna felt the flood of anomalies come rushing in.
-red as roses roses have thorns thorns cut thorns cut and make red make the pretty red pretty red pretty red pretty red.
Dear god, Anna felt the thoughts racing through her mind, drowning out the shame and the pain and the pretty red took over. The pretty red took over her mind, pushing her happy memories down and replacing them with dark ones, about death. Anna lost herself in the red.
Pretty red like roses, like my roses, like my roses staining my bed sheets.
Anna wanted to scream.
Pretty red pretty red pretty red throats red throats red hands red chests red throats red throats red throats
Make her throat red.
But she laughed instead.
Elsa jumped back at the sudden giggle escaping from her sister's mouth. It wasn't a happy or optimistic giggle but was broken and stuttering, devoid of any happiness. Like she had lost her mind. Elsa began to back away from her, carefully, slowly. Anna looked straight at her, the blue eyes that once entranced her were now mixed with madness, and stood up from the bed.
"What's wrong, Elsa? Don't you love me?"
She raised the knife and made the pretty red. Oh, she made so much pretty red.