It took Elsa hours and hours to get the effect she wanted. Glitter on the front, decorated with her drawings of the two of them, snow falling around them as they played like they used to before she was kicked out. Every page was thought out carefully, a message to each picture, a story behind each picture.
What if Anna doesn't remember these being taken?
Elsa frowned, grabbing her pencil again, flipping to the first page. Around the picture of a 4 year old Elsa holding her baby sister, she started to write little things she loved about Anna at that age.
You always smiled whenever you saw me.
Your laugh would always cheer me up.
You wouldn't sleep unless I was with you.
She turned the pages over, doing the same little thing for each picture, sometimes adding little doodles to go with the big picture, and her frown became a wide grin, reeling in the memories of teaching little Anna.
"Papa says that there are things a girl should and shouldn't do, but you and me, we know better."
Anna was only 1 when Elsa had started to love her. When Elsa first saw the new born, she acted like any other older sibling. She acted out, of course. But within a year, Elsa was teaching the small child how to make funny faces.
Elsa flipped a few pages on, rolling the glue stick across the page and ever so carefully placing the picture down in the center. The picture bought a smile to her lips as she scanned the 2 people in it, looking the happiest they had ever been. This time Anna was 4, and she was 7.
"Come on Anna, it's simple. '1, 2, 3 together!', that's easy, right. 'Clap together, snap together.'" Elsa mimicked the movements as she was talking through the rhyme.
"What come next, Elsa?" Anna asked, biting her bottom lip, and clapping. Elsa's frown melted and she laughed.
"'You and me together, knees together, freeze together!' that's the next line. Then it's 'Up or down together, sisters now and forever! Always be together, you and me!' Want to try?"
Elsa wrote across the page, transcribing the lyrics to their song across the top, still remembering it after all these years.
Her smile faded when she pulled the next photo out of the folder, instead her heart dropped and she internally and externally winced. It was a picture of her at 8, and Anna and her cousin Rapunzel at 5. All the memories of that day came flooding back, and she found a tear dropping onto the empty page of the book. Reluctantly, she rolled the glue across the middle of the page and stuck to photo down, smoothing it out with her hand.
She rolled the gluestick around the page more, grabbing a small bottle of glitter, and letting to rain down over the page, blue, pink and green.
She reached over to the folder again subconsciously, eyes widening when she realised that was it. There were no more pictures. Her mama and papa hadn't sent her a single one.
I wonder what Anna looks like now...
The last time Elsa say Anna was when Anna was 5, she'd now be 17 turning 18.
Elsa grunted and stood up, leaving the scrapbook on the table open, to allow the glue to dry. She grabbed up an ice coffee from her fridge, almost downing the whole drink, brows furrowed with regret.
It's all my fault.
What if she hates me?
I left her.
She knows I left.
Does she even get my presents every year?
What if my parents don't give them to her?
What if they told her I died?
What if I did die?
Would she ever know?
Elsa slammed the now empty carton of ice coffee onto the counter, and strode over to the table holding the scrapbook. She slammed it shut, a new anger radiating though her as her inner thoughts became more of a reality in her head, skewing reality from imagination. She scrawled "Sister's forever" onto the front and drew a snowman, writing "Olaf" under it. She practically threw the glitter at the cover, anger taking over her mind and fogging it, she didn't even realise when glitter fell all over her pristine floor. She only cared about being there for Anna.
Slamming the book down, Elsa stormed into her bathroom, to freshen up for the day ahead of her, driving all the way back to Arendelle.
Half an hour later, Elsa had packed up her little car with a suitcase full of essentials for a week trip, just in case, and a few smaller presents for Anna, along with the main present and a card. As Elsa slid into the car, she slammed her door shut and picked up the unsealed card. She went over what she had written, a full 2 page apology, and how she's going to be back in her life, and she never stopped loving her.
That's the problem. You love her.
Elsa pushed all thoughts to the back of her head and she turned the key, the engine spluttering into life.
She didn't tell anyone she was going. She didn't tell anyone she was arriving. She didn't tell anyone where she was going to be.
So as she was driving down the motorway, she thought back to the days where their family was a whole. It was hard for her, she couldn't remember, 13 years ago was a long time. She remembered Anna's smile, Anna's excited little clap, and how she used to scrunch up her face with her hands when they were out in the cold.
She was so wrapped up remembering all the little things, she failed to notice the swerving big thing next to her.
The last thing Elsa remembered was swerving away from a massive oil truck, both vehicles smashing into the guard rail over a bridge, smashing it to pieces, sending them over the edge.
Anna!
This was never going to be a long-long fic, but I'm about to switch to Anna's POV about this whole thing, so I hope you enjoyed this short update from 6am on coffee.