After a crazy dance with the Duke of Weasletown, I mean 'Weselton', I walk over to Elsa. My shoe slipped off a little from the Duke of Weselton's dancing. I don't get why a man wears such tall and pointy boots. Elsa tries to stifle her laughter as I walk onto the small stage, and I pull up my sleeve to my dress.
"Well he was certainly sprightly," Elsa notes. "Yeah, especially for a man in heels!" I say. I rub my sore feet, and Elsa covers her mouth with her hand. After she stops most of her laughing, Elsa smiles at me. "Are you okay?" Elsa giggles. "Never better," I smile.
After a moment of content silence, I speak up. "This is so nice; I wish it could always be like this." I tell Elsa. She smiles at me shyly, "Me too." I smile at her happily. Maybe things are going to finally change between us. Elsa's face flashes with conflict, and then she says, "But it can't." I frown and try to reason with her, "I mean why not-" Elsa turns away from me and lifts her arms exasperatedly. "It just can't!" she says sadly.
My heart shatters and I look at the ground. I cough, my throat closing up. "Excuse me for a moment," I feel the tears coming on, and I quickly get off the stage. I walk away, not turning back in fear that I will start crying. Elsa isn't making sense.
A man almost hits me when he bows, but I quickly walk out of his way. I finally make it to the castle doors, and I see a guard look at me. "Your highness? Are you okay?" the guard inquires.
"I'm perfectly fine. Thank you for your concern..." I say. I know I was completely lieing. My heart clenches, and I know I'm close to tears. He smiles kindly at me, "Jason." I smile at Jason, hoping he won't see the pain I feel. "I'm just a little tired... I will be heading off to bed."
Jason bows and looks at me. "Would you like me to escort you?" I sigh, trying to think this through. If I don't accept his offer, another guard will escort me. I nod my head, and Jason walks down the hall with me. He looks sadly at me, and I stare at the ground.
Jason breaks the silence, "Princess Anna, I know someone is upsetting you, and I will listen if you want to tell me. Of course, you can confide in me anytime you want, but you don't have to." I smile at him graciously. "Thank you, Jason." He bows, and I see we are nearing my door.
Jason nods his head in respect as I walk into my room. I hear his soft footsteps fading away, and I slide down the door. I start crying. Why does Elsa keep doing this? I don't want to be shut out anymore! I sob and stumble around my room. Everything looks blurry, but I finally make it to my desk. I sit down and pull out a box.
I lift the box's lid, and a drawing from Elsa greets me. I smile and hold it up. I remember when Elsa gave this to me. I had broken my arm from sliding down the banister, and Elsa drew this while I was alone in the infirmary.
I wince as the doctor checks my arm. I knew I shouldn't have run down the hall first! He keeps making noises like 'Mhmmm' or 'oh my' or 'just as I thought.' "Are you done?" I ask impatiently. He nods his head, stroking his beard. I try hopping off the hospital bed, but Mama puts her arm on my shoulder. I look up at her, and she smiles reassuringly.
"It seems your daughter broke her arm," the doctor says. I glare at him, "So what? Am I free to go?" He smiles at me, "I'm afraid you won't be able to leave the infirmary until your arm is healed. That means no running around or rough housing." This doctor is not getting on my good side. I look at Papa, "I can't play with Elsa?" He shakes his head, "Afraid not." I look down at the ground, feeling lonely.
Later that day, I see a card slip through the crack of the door. The doctor looks at it questioningly and picks it up. He smiles, "This is from Princess Elsa to you." I eagerly grab at it with my good arm. He opens it for me and hands it to me. Elsa drew us making a snowman! The caption says 'Hi! I'm Olaf, and I like warm hugs!' I giggle. I hug the card close to my heart. Maybe this won't be so bad.
I snap out of my memories and continue to look through the box. I finally find the paper I want, and I put it on my desk. I feel the tears streaming down my face, but I manage to light a candle. I hover over the paper, making sure to read it thoroughly.
"Dear Anna,
Today is my coronation, and I have told the servants to set out a dress for you. Please wear it to this occasion. I am delighted that you will be attending this event. If there are any questions or concerns please give them to a servant. I will address these questions and give you the best answers I can.
Thank you for joining me for this special event. I hope that you enjoy the festivities, and until then, I wish you good tidings.
Sincerely,
Elsa"
I look at the letter again. Elsa sounds so formal even if she used both our first names. I feel the tears stream faster down my face, and I don't hold back a sob. The sister I knew is long gone.
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