Sigh, sometimes it was like I had no sister at all. I mean, wouldn't you feel the same? Occasionally I'd think it was just a dream, that Elsa was just a figment of my imagination that I stopped believing in. The only reason that I knew for a fact that I wasn't an only child was my parents. They were always let into that room; they always had time for her.

"Do you want to build a snowman? It doesn't have to be a snowman." I'd say through the white painted wood that stood between her and me. Sometimes she wouldn't respond, and other times she would tell me to go away. I don't know which hurt worse.

Whenever I asked about her my mother and father, the king and queen, would always get this strange look, like it was a forbidden topic. But why? Why was I the only one in the dark? Why couldn't I know? She was my sister, right?

But, maybe I made all those memories up. Maybe it's always been like this. Maybe, maybe we've never made a snowman before…

I just wish I had someone to play with.

This one time, I asked her if she wanted to build a snowman. I must of misheard her because I thought she said, "Of course I want to build a snowman…"

But, if she wanted to play with me that badly then she should have come out! Why couldn't she come out? What did she do to get put in eternal time-out?

Sigh, "Hey Joan, do you want to build a snowman with me?" I asked to one of the pictures on the wall. The pictures never responded to my questions either…