A/N: So, this might have a couple more grammatical/spelling errors than normal, but I wanted to post it tonight. I've been at a comic con all weekend and have barely had time to proof read since Friday, however, I got a vast majority of the mistakes and don't think the remaining ones will be too noticeable (I apologize if they are, I simply would rather post this tonight with a couple more mistakes rather than wait another week and only proof read it another two times before posting it).

Anyway, enjoy :)

"I," Rapunzel finally muttered in a tremulous, breathy voice, "I love you."

-CH 10

Oh no, no no no. Elsa froze and just stood there breathless like she had just been sucker-punched in the stomach. Her little plan to fall for Rapunzel that night had failed, but she had led Rapunzel on. How did I not see this coming? I shouldn't have done this, I shouldn't have even started dating her! All it's going to bring her is pain...

For what she'd done, Elsa felt entirely undeserving of love. She gasped for breath. She thought of Anna. She pondered moving on versus staying chained like a dog on a leash. She felt the forlorn agony she'd experienced recently, and she wished, she wished, her heart belonged to Rapunzel, not Anna. Because there Rapunzel was, displaying her sensitive core of emotions. There she was, romantically loving Elsa. But Anna, Anna was distancing herself. Being nasty, scathing, and corrosive: being cruel.

Elsa shuddered because her diaphragm wouldn't relax. "I- I... I..."

Rapunzel started to panic. "Did I go too far? Was that too soon? I'm sorry Elsa, I- I should've waited until I was sure you're comfortable!" Her eyes were beginning to tear up now.

The younger of the two remained mute because she really had no idea what to say. She was at such a loss for words that it felt like she was actually lost. So, Rapunzel continued in her emotional, trepidatious state. "W-we can wait until you're ready! I- I don't want you to feel pressured."

Looking on in shame, Elsa scanned the entire evening, her failure, and tried to work out what to say. She didn't love Rapunzel, but what would happen if she lied? No, you can't do that to her! It didn't make sense, hiding the truth from Rapunzel just to make her happy, when there'd be much, much worse consequences later on. Now all Elsa had to do was figure out how to put what she was feeling into words.

Luckily, it seemed that Elsa's face told the truth for her. Tears were audible in Rapunzel's voice and she started trembling. Her eyes were glistening when she looked at her girlfriend. "You- you don't love me back, d-do you?"

Elsa felt hot tears building up around her eyes. She had to sniffle during the brief silence, and hugged herself. Her heart was clawing for dear life. "I'm s-so sorry."

Then, Rapunzel was trying so hard to hold back tears. She was desperately pushing away the pain she was feeling, trying to put it aside. But her eyes were watering, her lip was trembling, and her mouth was in a painful looking, desperate smile. She was pushing as hard as she could just so that Elsa wouldn't feel bad. But it didn't work, because Elsa could still see the howling, wounded animal inside. She could see the blow she'd just dealt.

And maybe all the fighting was what made it feel so much worse. Elsa didn't feel like she deserved such tender love and care. I deserve to be slapped, or yelled at. Something!

Instead of a swing back, she heard a tremulous, sincere, quiet voice. "D-don't be," Rapunzel sniffled. "We can't control w-who we l-love." A gentle tickle traversed the platinum blonde's cheek as Rapunzel reached up and wiped some stray tears away.

Elsa clutched the hand and closed her eyes, savoring it with a cold shudder. "If only we could," she whispered with her eyes closed. Then, Elsa could choose Rapunzel, someone who definitely loved her back. She'd still have a sister in Anna, but with none of the guilt, no more being dragged around by the neck, no more stabs in the heart. Then, Elsa would be normal, she'd be happy. She could barely talk through the tenseness of her throat being plugged by her heart. "B-because I'd ch-choose you."

"Oh, Elsa," Rapunzel gasped and was suddenly clinging tightly to her, welcoming her into a hug despite all of the pain Elsa had delivered. It wasn't a demanding or angry hug, it wasn't done out of courtesy only. It was loving, forgiving, and understanding. It was gentle and firm, it was exactly the soft rock that Elsa needed in that moment. Elsa just had to wonder if Rapunzel was being so forgiving because of her phobia. Maybe, when she got home, the green eyed woman would let everything out of her system, because there was definitely something to unleash.

She clutched her ex-girlfriend, gritting her teeth and loudly letting sobs prevail. She could feel her own shoulder dampen as Rapunzel gasped by her ear and sniffled. "I'm sorry," was all Elsa could muster over and over again, and over and over again it didn't make her feel any better.

"There's nothing to be s-sorry about," Rapunzel breathed into the hug.

Elsa clenched her teeth as if silently bearing through intense physical torture. "I- I h-hurt you."

Rapunzel was now sitting up on the couch, grabbing Elsa's sleeve. Her voice was scolding. "Is that all you think I'll hold on to from this? From us?"

Withholding a rebuttal, Elsa retreated a few inches in her place and looked away. Her ashamed behavior was apparently enough of an answer, because a tender hand cupped her cheek and veered her focus back to the blonde right by her.

"Yes, it hurts right now, and I'm angry, I feel like you betrayed me, and it's easy to think about the pain, but-" Elsa winced and swallowed a sob. She upbraided herself for subjecting Rapunzel to such a profligate use of time, for turning around and stabbing Rapunzel in the back in almost the exact same way that Anna had done to her. She had swindled Rapunzel for her emotions, and to achieve what? To toss it all like a wilting flower. But Rapunzel continued. "-but I'll always remember how happy you made me, too."

Elsa felt like a rotting piece of garbage. She had really made an impact on Rapunzel.

The older woman smiled genuinely as a tear trickled down her face. "Eventually, I'll be able to focus on the good times."

Elsa couldn't hold her emotions back anymore. She lurched forward with a cry. Her heart was trembling but full, and the irony of the situation was not lost on her. There she was, having just broken up with Rapunzel, and Rapunzel was comforting her. "I'm sorry, Rapunzel," she whispered again, "and th-thank you for n-not yelling at m-me." The older nodded in response.

All in all, though, she had apparently made Rapunzel happy, and it seemed as though soon there wouldn't be any resentment floating between the two of them. Elsa was relieved about this, and her mind drew a parallel to Anna. Had Anna made her happy? Yes, happier than anything else ever had. So, even if Anna had recently been dealing blow after blow to her older sister's heart, could Elsa still just focus on the fond times?

Elsa's heart said yes, but her brain said no, because there were definitely some differences between the relationships she was comparing. In lieu of words, the platinum blonde leaned forward for a hug, and for a moment she felt tranquil. She was, however, in the eye of a storm, because moments later a realization hit her like the second wall of a hurricane: although she hadn't damaged her and Rapunzel's friendship in a way that was noticeable just yet, Rapunzel would certainly need some time before getting back to the way things used to be. Anna was still hostile, leaving Elsa with exactly no one.

It became painfully obvious to Elsa as she was held in the warm, caring embrace of Rapunzel's that she had nobody.

Elsa clutched tightly to her phone. Anna was still out. Elsa was held up in her room, it had been a couple of hours since her and Rapunzel broke it off, and she had run directly to her own personal safe haven once Rapunzel left. She couldn't stand being downstairs, it might as well have been an extension of the outside world, a gnarly growth on the monster of her phobia.

Her mind and heart were forcing her body asunder, tugging violently at the rope between them. Her heart, her poor, loving organ, wanted to call Anna. She wanted a connection, not just any shoulder to cry on, but specifically Anna's. Her feelings were invigorated by what Rapunzel had said about focusing on the positives. Even though Anna hurt her, Elsa still loved her, Elsa still neededher.

But her mind said no. Every logical bone in her body urged her not to call, to suffer in silence, to not look passed what Anna had done. So she laid curled up on her bed, clutching her phone with blanched knuckles and tears staining her pillow and face. She was dizzy from her erratic, breathless breathing, choking on a lump in her throat.

During a particularly loud outcry of Elsa's, her brain cheated and commanded her hands to throw the phone across the room. It thudded against the ground, far out of reach while Elsa sobbed loudly, no one to hear her cries.

I should call her, she'll understand! Or she'll get annoyed at you interrupting her time with Hans. He has her wrapped around his little finger! But I'm her sister! She wouldn't be annoyed if I needed her, would she? An absolutely terrifying thought followed, one that sent icy cold chills down Elsa's spine. She wasn't there for me last time Hans was over, what if she's not this time?

Elsa rolled over and howled into her pillows. She managed to will herself from calling Anna, but her fomented agony kept her awake late into the night. Late enough that she heard her father get home. She knew it was him, because shortly after the front door closed, another door downstairs closed; his room door. She was so desperate that she thought for just a second that maybe he could help. But that thought just hurt more than it helped.

Finally, well into the night, the platinum blonde still unable to get any soporific activity, the front door once again opened and closed. Elsa went as still as a statue, listening like a rabbit for predators. She started hyperventilating as footsteps climbed the stairs, and nearly passed out.

The room was spinning, and even though she was terrified she'd be rejected by her sister, her heart called loud enough that it took hold of her tongue momentarily. "Ah-Anna," she rasped passed unpracticed vocal chords.

The sounds in the hallway stopped. There was a tense moment of silence. Elsa felt like she was in an old mine, just waiting for the creaking supports to snap and the world to tumble down on top of her. Then, a little unsure, came the quiet volley. "Elsa?"

A sniffle and a hitched moan were all the older managed, as she was unsure if she was making a mistake or not.

"Elsa, you're up?"

Squeezing her eyes shut so tightly that she saw stars, Elsa gave her next option a metric ton of thought. She wanted to believe Anna would be there for her. She eventually built up her will-power and wined "y-yes," in a clearly distressed voice.

She could almost feel her sister's presence right outside the door. "Well- well, can I come in?" She sounded concerned, genuinely worried.

The verisimilitude in Anna's voice allotted Elsa the strength to follow through. "Yes," she agreed.

"Okay," came the notification. Elsa's heart clenched like vice grips on her lungs and she almost cracked her own teeth with how hard she was biting. The increasingly rapid, deafening pumping of Elsa's heart under the pressure of impending suffering rang her ears, only to be halted by the anticlimactic swoosh of her door. The dead silence, the space between space as Anna walked in.

Elsa's breath hitched as she couldn't help but notice that her sister was dressed in the same costume, but she didn't appear to have an attitude. At least, not right now. Anna's brows were creased, her lower lip being nibbled, and although her eyes looked halfway between concerned and curious, it was enough for Elsa to grab hold of. The elder's eyes misted and burned and she gasped out "Anna," because she finally could once again.

Anna thought for a couple seconds, and looked almost suspiciously at Elsa, her voice just as distrusting. "What's wrong?" Despite her checking her steps like she was walking on ice, Anna was vividly affected by seeing her sister cry. The younger girl swallowed and tensed, her eyes loosening in place just a slight amount.

"I, um," Elsa stuttered, both wanting and loathing to tell the truth. "I just..."

Anna sighed. "Elsa, could you please just tell me what it is?" She sounded a little impatient with her sister.

Taking in a deep breath, the platinum blonde reasoned with herself. She was always jealous around Rapunzel, right? So there's no way she'll get mad at me for breaking up with her! "I- we- me and Rapunzel, we-"

Anna looked like a spring that could fly off in any direction, ready to pounce on whatever emotion was best suited for the situation. "You..."

Elsa hid behind her eyelids. "We b-broke up." And after everything, after Anna's mendacity, it still felt like throwing a hundred pounds off of her shoulders for Elsa to confide even a small amount in her sister.

There was a reticent moment so delicate that it could be broken by a pin's breath. Anna's nearly inaudible exhale sufficed. According to her intonation, the red head chose to grasp on to sympathy from all the options she had. "You guys- you're- you- Elsa, I'm so sorry."

Not knowing what to do, the platinum blonde just lay there, under her covers, and was grateful that she was receiving compassion rather than dissent. Anna took a testing step forward, the act causing Elsa to stiffen like a corpse and her inexorable heart to pound once again. She was sure, however, not to dissuade her younger sister.

Anna sat down on the side of the bed, eyebrows still pressing together in solicitude, and took a quick breath in. Elsa sniffled and wiped a few tears away. She felt like a puppy begging for mercy at the foot of an angry, hungry bear. She scanned all of the exposed skin right there, on her bed.

"Are um," Anna started, "are you okay?"

Elsa had to think, really think about that question. It had deeper implications than just her recently halted relationship. It sounded like an inquiry on the whole of Elsa's struggle, not a simple question about her and Rapunzel. So, Elsa considered everything she was going through, and then had to wonder what answer she should give Anna. I should tell the truth, that I'm not okay. Even so, there was a part of Elsa that wanted to lie. The ravine had been dug between the two and Elsa wasn't sure the rickety bridge between them would hold her weight if she crossed now.

In what she knew may very well turn out to be an invidious choice, the older girl whispered "yeah" through gritted teeth and a sniffle.

Anna pursed her lips, taking Elsa's hand with immense care, as if it was made of thin glass and would break at the slightest touch. "Are you sure?"

Elsa squeezed her eyes shut. She saw lights dancing beneath her eyelids, she heard the call of wind rushing by her window, she felt the proliferating warmth from Anna's touch prickle all the way up her arm and plant its seed in her heart. She felt the adrenaline, the fear, the loathing, and the love of being so close to her sister. She felt the wistful pang as she compared this moment to before, when Anna would hug her and make her feel like she was safe.

Elsa missed Anna. Right then, she felt like everything could go back, it would be so easy for her to slip right back down and exonerate everything Anna had done.

But it still hurt too much. The heavy, tiring reality that Anna was with Hans and just wasn't defending Elsa like she used to do hurt. The fact that she had lied and still lied stung, and Elsa couldn't let that go. So, as she sobbed a little, she rather unconvincingly stated "yeah, I'll live."

Opening her eyes, Elsa met what appeared to be midnight blue eyes looking at her, viewing passed her front and trying to uncover the truth. Anna always knew when Elsa was lying. But instead of insisting, rather than keep prodding her sister for an unmasked answer, the red head looked away and nodded while chewing on her lip. She released Elsa's hand, a gesture that carried more weight than Atlas, and said "okay. Well, if you need me, let me know."

Elsa felt like a royal fool. She had denied Anna the truth, and as a result, Anna rejected her. It wasn't in the words, they sounded genuine, but the hints were in her actions. Letting go of Elsa's hand, no longer providing such support, physically separating the two. When she entered the room, Anna looked worried for her sister. Now, however, she simply looked disappointed. Elsa lied and she was paying for it. She couldn't even swallow passed the lump in her throat while Anna got up to leave.

As the younger woman arrived at the room's threshold, she spared one last look back. Elsa couldn't see her expression in the dark from that far away, but it did give her just enough time to patch as much of what she had just shattered as she could. "Always," she whispered, definitely loud enough for Anna to hear.

There was an audible gulp, then the door swung shut. Elsa rolled over and clamped her teeth on her lip until she tasted a trace of blood. She had only made things worse.

Elsa kept her mouth shut for weeks. She stayed in her room all day every day, not daring to leave. She hid and relished in the sounds of Anna getting home, she listened to her sister move about. Something about just knowing she was there helped somehow. It also stung, because Elsa knew she was too weak to go out there and fix it all.

But she could live with that, for now, at least. The first thing that really, really hurt Elsa happened the Wednesday after her and Rapunzel broke up. Well, actually, it was what didn't happen that affected her. Elsa had been waiting in her room all day, wondering how she was going to even get close to her goggles; stressing about it and dreading it. She knew that just like every week, when Anna got home from classes, she'd be forced into wearing her virtual reality goggles and trying to walk around in them.

That was going to happen, it always had. She was also earnestly anticipating it. Not because she wanted to go anywhere near her goggles, but because it was an excuse to spend time with Anna. That evening, however, when Elsa heard her sister get home, even though she prepared for the call, tried to be ready for it, it never happened. Anna walked by the door and into her own room, stopping only briefly outside of Elsa's.

Elsa thought about calling out, about asking why that happened, but she didn't. She already knew the reason. It was solidifying proof that Anna had actually given up.

That same evening, when Elsa was washing for bed, she stopped and dared to take stock of her reflection. At first she saw the physical: the small frown, the tired eyes, and the slumped shoulders. That was fairly straightforward, but what really scared her was what she saw when she really looked at herself.

Before, she was able to use the lens of Anna and uncover someone who had hope, someone who was fighting for something. Now, she herself saw a body desiccate of hope and starved for affection, untrammeled loneliness that had overgrown like a jungle around ancient ruins.

She tried to change the look, she used every angle she could, but it was no use. When she tried to once again imagine what her sister saw, it backfired severely. She was hoping to find something good, but the light of recent events illuminated one singular thing. An inescapable truth that would haunt Elsa forever if she wasn't careful: she saw a failure. She saw someone who had tried, but not hard enough, and then slipped back down and gave up. Someone who wouldn't amount to anything and couldn't amount to anything.

Simplistically, Elsa decided that she truly saw herself. She didn't sleep that night.

Elsa's grades even started to pay for her depression. She couldn't focus on her assignments and couldn't find the attention to read her full lectures, making her school work unusually challenging. Her mind always wandered to Anna: where she was, what she was doing, how she was doing. The worst were the times when Elsa played over every mistake she had made in her mind, mentally backtracking and patching the flaws, perfectly oiling and fixing the machine of their relationship.

But she was always reminded that that was a fantasy, no matter how much she desired it to be reality. She had made mistakes, she had torn apart her relationship with her sister. It always made Elsa choke up with tears.

On one such afternoon, in mid-November, she was mulling, feeling sorry for herself. She was wearing a plain t-shirt and sweatpants. What was the point of dressing up for Anna anymore? Elsa dressed for comfort. She heard someone get home. At this time, it was usually Anna, so she put her ear against her headboard in hopes of hearing better. She needed it.

Heavy footsteps. They didn't sound like Anna's. Is it dad?

The platinum blonde got her answer when a specious voice faintly resonated through the wood of her bed. "Is Elsa home?" She could taste Hans's pride at his distasteful, rude joke. He sounded highly sarcastic.

There was little silence allotted for Elsa to spit vitriol, though. "Duh, she's in her room like always." Anna sounded... she sounded... annoyed. Not disappointed. That would indicate that she thought Elsa was capable of more. Not sad; that'd show that she still sympathized with Elsa. Just annoyed, which meant that she was still angry with her sister, and that she wasn't expecting much out of her.

Elsa whimpered, her lip trembling and eyes wetting. Her breathing became erratic. "Ah yes, of course, I should've thought of that."

"Well," Anna said, "she can be so invisible, it's easy to forget."

Elsa tuned out of the conversation, she didn't care about it anymore. It felt like she had just been sucker punched in the heart by the Hulk. Her sister's words literally knocked the wind out of her, and she began fighting for oxygen as a panic attack secured her neck in its strong hands and shook her body violently.

She tried to keep her suffering quiet, but a brief, loud whine came from her, after which she bit her pillow. Does Anna even think about me anymore? Does she care about me? So far, all hints pointed towards no.

The very next day, Elsa was putting on a brave face to walk down the hallway to the restroom. She was dressed similar to the manner in which she had the previous day. She was gathering her wits like provisions for a long journey.

Her bedroom door was foreboding, she was forlorn, standing hamstrung as she entered a staring contest with the object. All I have to do is walk quickly through the hallway, into the bathroom, and out. That's all, I can do it. Elsa would be lying to herself if she said there was no part of her that wanted to bump into Anna on the way. Even passed the injury and brutalization, she was still hooked on some kind of interaction. Up until that point, Elsa had only dared to listen, to just know where her sister was, or occasionally what she was doing. Never talking, never seeing, just hiding and thriving off of the scraps of Anna's life, seeking the false feeling of sharing something with her.

Yes, Elsa knew it was foolhardy, she was aware of just how pathetic and parasitic her life had become. She eked by, not happily, but she did it.

And now it was time to leave her room for a brief moment, time to expose herself. Elsa took a deep, tremulous breath and grabbed the handle. It seemed to repel her hand in disgust, but she held as firmly as she could, rattling the contraption as she spun it. She shut her eyes and rushed through the hall, adrenaline on overdrive. If she didn't look up, she couldn't see everything around her, and as long as she couldn't see it, she could sort of ignore it.

Unless it's something that you happen to physically bump in to. Something soft, warm, something that squeals when you hit it.

Elsa's heart dropped. She had just gotten to the bathroom door when it opened up and Anna came out, causing them to collide. "Agh, Elsa!"

The platinum blonde looked up, cowering. There was a brief pause where Anna looked like she had to repeat what had just happened in her head a few times, just to make sure it was real. She was processing the fact that she'd seen Elsa outside of the room.

After gaining her bearings and blinking a couple times, Anna made eye contact, which Elsa shied away from, and scolded "watch where you're going!"

Nothing came out for a stressful second, even as the elder tried to talk. "I- I'm s-s-sorry," she stuttered. Elsa felt small in front of her sister, but at the same time, just seeing her empowered or fed some deep-rooted desires within. It was like a drug for Elsa's dependance, a small meal for the starving, wasted side of her that fed solely off of her and Anna's relationship.

That didn't change how mortifying it was, though. Elsa's heart had all but stopped and she was holding her breath.

Anna had apparently moved on in the conversation, because her next inquiry rocketed out of the blue and slapped Elsa square in the face. "What in the world are you wearing?"

Elsa folding her arms over her stomach in defense and nearly started crying. She felt about as sturdy as a wet paper towel and Anna was ready to roughhouse with her, and not in a good way. Elsa's words sputtered in and out just like her breath. "I- It's- I just- just c-comfortable clothes." Talking when her brain was this scrambled felt, to Elsa, like trying to create a sentence with alphabet soup by stirring it and hoping it arranges itself into something intelligible. To put it short, it was nigh impossible.

Anna pierced Elsa's ears with a voice so brutally honest that a viking would be turned a coward. "Well, it's not a good look for you."

Elsa felt a tear drop drop from her eye. Audibly crying, though trying to hide it, she whispered "I- I know." She dared a glance up just in time to see her sister roll her eyes.

"Whatever." Then Anna walked away. Elsa watched her shorts sway instinctively, and the feeling of desire that burrowed into her core made her feel even more useless.

Elsa was left there, alone and vulnerable in the inimical hallway. She no longer really had to use the restroom, but did feel a little like throwing up. When she regained her legs, she scuttled back to her room with her tail between her legs to lick her wounds. She could only reach one conclusion after everything: Anna wasn't herself. She had changed so drastically, she'd been replaced by someone else, someone mean, someone unforgiving.

But she was still Elsa's sister, No matter what, and Elsa needed her. The platinum blonde cried into a pillow, clutching it as if it'd take away all of the pain inside. She missed her Anna, the loving, caring one. Where did that girl go? Did she vanish with Anna's hope? Had she melted away with the red head's thoughts of Elsa?

Elsa just wanted everything to be back to normal.

As the next week moped by slowly, the weather seemed to read and imitate Elsa's mood. Grey skies, rainy sprinkles. The sun rarely made its bright, happy appearances. It withheld its smiles from the Earth just to keep Elsa's world shrouded in gloom. And it was almost November twenty-fifth. Elsa knew that, she dreaded it. The closer it got to the anniversary of her mother's death, the more she thought about her family, and the more she missed them. The more she needed Anna, her sister, not this new, scary Anna.

Elsa didn't have her father or her sister, but she had a tradition. One with Anna, one she hoped would bring her and Anna back together, because she couldn't imagine how difficult it'd be to make it through that day without Anna's support.

So, the morning of the twenty-fifth rolled around, and Elsa balled her eyes out on the aching memory of her mother. The terrifying recollection of the crash, the moment that changed her life for the worse. She mourned over loss and loathed over the incident that started it all. Her ears rung and her lungs hurt, her abs burned from her almost colic convulsions, and her heart broke on overdrive.

Normally, Anna would be there, holding her, telling her it was okay, that she was there. She'd be in a warm and loving embrace, safely nestled into the figure of her sister, the most important person in her life.

Not this time, though. She hadn't heard from Anna. Nothing. But Elsa was given an inkling of hope by one single mishap. She was nearly out of tears, and her vocal chords needed a rest, so she was wallowing in relative silence. That's when she heard it: a cry from the next room over. Muffled, but still carrying immense power. It was Anna. Elsa felt a stab in the heart at hearing such a thing, it hurt worse than all of Anna's lies, all of her harsh words and ruthless actions. It brought tears to Elsa's eyes, but also gave her hope, because it meant Anna cared about someone. It meant they had something in common: they both missed their mother.

Elsa wasn't planning on using that to manipulate Anna, she simply wanted to use it to re-establish a connection with her. She hoped to utilize it to move passed everything that had happened between them. She was desperate enough to ignore all the lies, no matter how much they'd eat away at her insides.

So, she stood in front of her door once again, mentally fortifying for her trip to Anna's room. She was going to do it, she was going to reach out to Anna, to offer her a hand in the form of tradition. Every year, they both tried to go to the graveyard to visit their mother's grave. Every year, Elsa failed, but Anna supported her, and they bonded. They worked to build each other up, it wasn't a one way street.

And Elsa hoped to rebuild that road, because maybe then she'd have her sister back. If she couldn't, well then what was the point?

Elsa prepared to go knock on her sister's door.