I'd never felt so stupid.
I'd done plenty of...unwise things before. But this was the first time I'd actually felt it. Elsa had always been smarter, but she'd always done her best to make me feel just as smart when we were kids. I'd noticed the maids when they'd shake their heads and give me that smile, the one that was meant to be polite but often came off as condescending, meant for children who'd babbled to long about absolute nonsense. I'd heard the whispers. The Idiot Princess, they called me.
But none of that had made me feel so small, so naive and simple. Not like this.
"Oh, Anna, if only there was someone out there who loved you."
You said you did, had been my response. Of course he had. My need for affection had been plain as day.
"You were so desperate for love you were willing to marry me just like that!"
He'd sneered, highly amused, looking with condescension. He couldn't believe how easily I'd fallen for his ruse. It hurt. It hurt so much. Because I was blinded by infatuation Arendelle would fall, Hans could kill Elsa and no one would mourn her because they all thought her a monster. I could die, all alone, locked in this room by the real monster.
Was this... Was this how my sister had felt for the past thirteen years? Alone? Trapped?
I shivered, the cold was becoming unbearable, seeping into my bones as I curled further in on myself against the door, mentally berating myself. This was all my fault. Everything had always been my fault.
'Why'd you have to be so stupid, Anna?'
Yes! I'm alive and well and back with this short little thing that just popped in my head. Enjoy this depression.
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I'm out! Peace!