Elsa was fast asleep when Anna had knocked on the door. It was the scream that woke her up. She practically jumped off her bed. She didn't fall of, thank goodness. Her frail body probably couldn't take that.
At first Elsa was confused at what Anna was screaming at. But then reality caught up to her. And truth be told her room was anything but pretty. It was filthy with blood and dirt and feces and ice everywhere. She knew this would be anything but pretty.
"Anna, um...what are you doing here?" Elsa asked nervously.
But Anna was too shocked to speak. She was dreaming right? This was all just a dream and she was going to wake up soon and realize none of this would happen. Anna pinched herself hard and found that was hardly the truth.
Anna felt something burning in her throat. She couldn't tell if it was another scream or a sign that tears were coming or just nerves.
It wasn't the room itself that scared her- but never let it be said Anna wished she had never seen the likes of it- but the thing that really scared her was her sisters appearance. In all her memories Elsa was a bright, cheery, fine looking girl. But now she was a skeleton. Anna could clearly she her bones poking out, like her skin was too tight. She was white as well. It looked as if she'd never seen the light of day- or any light, for that matter- in all her life. Her skin was smeared with blood and bruises. Her hair was long and ratty. She just looked...sort of like a prisoner. A prisoner who'd been tortured for years upon years.
"Elsa...w-what happened?" Anna managed to get out.
Elsa bit her lip and stared at her bed. She didn't want to answer that. She didn't want Anna to be in her room. Of course she did wish for Anna to be in her presence. Just not like this. Not at this time.
What would she say? She went over her options in her mind. She could lie, say noting was wrong and Anna was just delusional and have her go back to bed. Or she could tell the truth. Oh, but the truth was no good. If Anna tried to help she may be sentenced to the same fate. Or worse. Elsa wouldn't be able to live with herself if that happened. But she might not be able to live that long if she didn't tell Anna to get help. Oh decisions, decisions. Why hadn't she been given more time to make them? The would determine her future.
"Well, I-" Elsa began.
Anna wasn't sure she wanted to hear whatever it was Elsa was about to unfold. Oh damn her and her curiosity! Why hadn't she kept away? But somehow, Anna didn't regret coming into the room. She felt like it was fate. Like this was a story and she was sent to be the savior. Anna, a savior. She liked the sound of that.
"Well," Elsa tried, "I'm not sure how to say this but...ever since the day I came out of my room to play with you, mom and dad have sorta been..." Was abusing the right word? No that would just scare Anna.
"well, they've been doing this." Elsa said gesturing to her room and self.
Anna wasn't sure if she believed it. Her parents? Her sweet, loving parents? Doing this to Elsa? Her parents were...abusive? She couldn't believe it. She wouldn't believe it. She had to believe it. There was nothing else to believe.
oh my god I'm so cruel! Such a short chapter. Oh well. I just wanted to out something up because I didn't know when I'd get another chance. Anyways, please review! Reviews inspire me to write more!