Dear Anna,
Sitting around and thinking seems to be making it worse – I've taken to keeping as busy as possible as well as exercising in order to evacuate.
I'm sorry that this is just pushing us further and further apart, I'm sure if you knew you would help, but I just can't take the risks involved.
Mother and Father seem confident that I can take care of myself better now, but I remain unsure. I'm scared that one day, they won't be around and my powers will get away from me.
I know you're hurt, I heard through the door how you felt that you were "just a spare", and that I was a scholar, an athlete and a poet, but you're not. You're so much more than that, I just hope that I will be able to let you know someday.
I'm tired – of trying and failing, of avoiding both you and my problems. I'm tired of running, but it is the only thing I can do for now.
Goodnight sister
I love you
Elsa