A/N: First time writing for this fandom. I hope it's satisfactory. ^^
Beautiful little Anna…
when did you grow up?
When did you stop asking me?
I can't remember how long it's been—
A week, a month, a lifetime,
since you asked me to build a snowman…
But you didn't today and you didn't yesterday—
Have we really gone?
Have we really traversed the line that separates
maturity from childish?
Have I really won?
You finally stopped asking…
but why am I still wishing?
Could you, just one more time?
So I could change…everything?
Maybe it's too late for us.
Maybe it's too late for me.