Okay, I'm sorry this chapter is totally depressing. But hey, it's just plot! (and the future). I hope you like it, anyways!
In one dream, a 15-year-old Anna was walking glumly down the hallway from where my sister's bedroom was. She was dressed in black. "Elsa?" she called, knocking on the door. "Are you okay? Oh… what a stupid question. Of course you aren't okay."
Anna leaned against the door and slid down to the ground. "You weren't at the funeral," she whispered. "I know you were really close with her, but… please, come out. We're all each other has, now."
There was no reply from the other side of the door. Suddenly, Anna burst into tears. "Please don't shut me out again!" she sobbed. "Please! It's just you and me… what are we supposed to do?"
This time, I heard Elsa sobbing, too, pretty loudly. But not a word was said to Anna.
It wasn't that the dream didn't confuse me; on the contrary, I almost pretended I didn't have it, because there was, like, nothing to understand! This next one, however... the only reason I would pretend I didn't have it is that there was too much to understand. And the whole concept was both depressing and frightening.
Elsa, the same age she was in that previous dream(18), was walking through a graveyard (I guess having to do with that funeral Anna was talking about). She came to a group of three huge headstones. Blinking back tears and sighing, she knelt in front of the two that were directly next to each other. Elsa said what sounded like a prayer.
And then came a surprise: the names of our parents were on those graves. Next, Elsa turned to the other large headstone. The name on the grave was slightly smudged by the rain, but I could tell whose it was. And it was the biggest shocker of my life.
"Julie..." Elsa whispered, and then burst into tears. She fell to her knees. "I'm sorry... I'm so, s-s-so sorry..." she wept. "I wanted to come to the f-funeral... but I was too... t-too upset and... sc-scared..." It began to snow.
Elsa tried to stand up, but she was shaking so badly that she fell back down again. Through the weeping, she managed to go on, "You were the only one who... told me I could... be me. That I didn't have to f-fear my powers... or m-myself."
Suddenly, Elsa became angry. Whimpering, she shouted, "Y-you said you would n-never die! That you h-had too much t-to live for! I'm still h-here, so why did you d-die?! You s-said you wouldn't... you wouldn't..." Ice began to form on my headstone.
Sobbing even harder, she buried her face in her hands. "I'm never... n-n-never... letting someone in... n-n-never again!" Elsa swore.
I was also crying now. Not only because I was scared of how I was going to die, but because I couldn't believe my death had made my sister suffer this much. Because I had made a promise that I failed to keep.
"I'm s-s-sorry, Julie..." sobbed my sister. "I just... I f-f-feel so... alone..."
Suddenly, flashes of numerous colors of light: blue, green, pink, purple, flashed onto Elsa's body; it almost made her seem to glow. She must've sensed the light on her, because she looked up. Her crying hadn't entirely ceased, but she did stop to gasp at the Northern Lights.
We both looked at the lights and remembered my words from ages ago: "Those are the Northern Lights. They say that the spirits of people who leave us make up the lights, so they let their loved ones know they're not alone. But it's really just a natural wonder."
"Julie?" whispered Elsa. "Julie, are you up there?" She grinned. "Julie, the Lights aren't just natural wonders. You are up there; I'm not alone! Julie!" She started to run after the Northern Lights.
And that's when I woke up.