Let it go. . . Elsa thought,That's right,I used to sing that.
But. . .why? What did I want to let go of?
Was letting go really that important?
If I had never came back,how far would I have gone?
What else would I have let go of?
Elsa didn't want to think of that,she loved her life in Arendelle,and could never dream of letting it go.
But,really,did I hate my life that much? Was I really that afraid?
Elsa shook her head.
Why am I even thinking of this? It's in the past.
And,after all,the past is in the past.