The street lights were calming in some way. The faint reddish glow they held was familiar.
She thought her conscious would be lifted, if only the slightest bit, after ending things with Belle.
It wasn't. If anything, she felt that much worse.
She drove around aimlessly for a while, but it felt useless.
She just felt... dull. Alive, yet not living.
How many people must she hurt before her pathetic self came to grip with reality?
There wasn't an escape. Except the obvious one, and, truthfully, she was just too uncaring to even try.
It would only hurt Anna in the long run anyways.
Not like she wasn't doing that enough as it was.
A light rain began to fall as dusk enveloped the town. Its pitter-patter against the window-shield was nice, quiet.
A welcome sight. For the world was still turning, things were still happening.
It was only her that seemed hellbent on being stuck, wedged in a space she needn't be.
After a bit, she cut on the radio. Her sister enjoyed older music, from the sixties and seventies, so it was what she listened to then.
It wasn't like she was even remotely aware of any of the songs that played anyways.
Her leg began to throb, dull and uncomfortable. She tried to ignore it but couldn't.
Sighing, knowing she'd have some explaining to do to a fuming Anna, she turned around.
The drive there was never long. On the contrary, in a town such as this, driving wasn't even necessary half the time.
But she felt each second that passed. They pressed into her, adding to that great weight that had been dumped on her earlier.
She felt crushed, but couldn't find a way to lessen her burden.
Not that she really cared to. After all, she felt she deserved it.
The engine sputtered to a halt when she clicked the key.
She leaned back in her seat, looking up at the house.
It was eerily quiet, but the living room lights were on as well as Anna's room upstairs.
Elsa wasn't sure if the fact Anna was still here made her more or less upset.
It was kind of a coin toss. On one hand, she was grateful Anna got over things so quickly.
And on the other... She felt if Anna was to kick her out, she'd rightfully deserve it.
But Anna would never do that to her, no matter what she did to her sister.
Was that a good thing?
It sure as hell didn't feel like one right now.
With a groan, Elsa managed to pull herself up and out the car, depositing the keys in her pocket. She retrieved her crutches from the back.
Each unsteady hobble forward made her wince.
But in a way, she was done.
She would take whatever anger strewn words Anna decided to toss her way.
But she was done fighting.