A/N: Hey this is one of my favourite poems, but sadly I have to change the rating. I'm not sure what to rate this one, but here is some warnings: Self harm, suicide attempt. Disclamer: I do not own Frozen.


Demons as Distractions

She never wanted to resort to this.
But she ran out of options.

Elsa just wanted to get rid of the pain.
The fear of hurting her little sister.
Replayed in her mind again and again.

Her parents' help was futile.
So what was there left to do?

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The first gash was made.
With none other than an icy blade.
For a few moments.
Away went her haunting thoughts.
Her parents couldn't know what was wrong.
They couldn't know the perfect girl was gone.

She was barely a teen.
Her power was getting stronger.
Elsa couldn't be seen.
She wanted her sister.
But Anna was to be on her own.
Caged in was the monster.

Every snowman she refused to build.

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Every time she told her sister to quit.

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Added to her uncertainty and guilt.

At the age of sixteen.
Her demons.
Were still hidden, unseen.
Her scars.
Was a reminder of the tears and turmoil.
She had throughout the years.

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The emotions Elsa kept inside.
Gushed out in the colour red.
It was the only way she could feel.
It is an unknown attempt to conceal.

Only this time.

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Elsa didn't want the bleeding to stop.
She wanted to give up.

Her parents had a terrible end.
It was a funeral Elsa refused to attend.
She stayed in her room with wounds to mend.

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At the age of eighteen.
Now destined to be queen.
Elsa raised the knife.
Ready to take her life.

Then Anna's voice penetrated trough her thoughts:
They say have courage and I'm trying to.
I'm right out here for you.
Please let me in. I don't want to lose you.

She couldn't bring that on Anna.
Elsa didn't want to hurt her even more.
Behind her always closed door.
Both sisters shared their grief through silence.

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For the first time in forever.
Opened the gates.
And the Queen added bloody grates.
In her scarred flesh.

She couldn't let them see.
She won't let them in.
They can't see the secrets on her skin.

Her gloves had to come off.
At the coronation.
But no one saw her demons.
Her distractions.

Until Anna's accusations
Made her facade slip.
When her sister wanted so badly to help.
The storm wanted to be unleashed from the inside.
Elsa wanted to run, because she couldn't hide.
Her glove came off.

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Everyone saw.
Everyone knew.
What she put herself through
Anna looked at her sister:
What did that to you?