Author's note: Warning! If you struggle with suicidal thoughts, this chapter could be triggering and should be skipped. I promise the story will make sense without it. Suicide Hotline in the USA: 1-800-273-8255

Anna

Kristoff really needed a break. I could just tell. "Why don't you go home?" I suggested sweetly. We kissed and he left.

I walked down the hallway to the room which had shut me out for so many years: Elsa's room. Knock, knock, knock. The exact same knock I used after our parents had died. Ominously simple. So unlike my normal bubbly self, yet so perfect for the situation.

"Elsa?" I waited for about a minute. I could hear nothing. Not even her breathing. I barged in to hear a piercing scream escaping my lips. The room was a snowstorm. Elsa was hanging from a rope tied to her canopy bed. The staff came in, finding me trying my damndest to hold her up, my tears staining my sister's dress.

Mrs. Ellis and a few of the butlers ran to me, helping to hold her up and untie the noose. By the time they got her down to the floor, I was wailing. The tears blurred my vision, making me get dizzy and fall to the floor next to Elsa.

Mrs. Ellis started pressing on Elsa's chest over and over, trying to get her heart to restart. "Her heart's beating!" she yelled triumphantly.

The doctor finally came, assessing Elsa. "She'll be okay, but we'll keep her sedated for a little while. Just to make sure she doesn't try anything."

I looked at my beautiful sister. It was agonizing to see her in so much pain. I would never, for the rest of my life, forget the look of the bruises on her throat from the rope.