Anna is helping me pack.
By this, what I actually mean is that she is storming around my room like a stick of dynamite that will most likely detonate at any moment.
She grabs one of my dresses, stomps across the room, and places it in my suitcase. This pattern continues for several minutes. All I can do is watch because I honestly don't even know what I to do with myself.
Click, click, click. Every step Anna takes echoes throughout the room. It bounces off the ceiling and onto the walls.
I try to stretch out my fingers to rid of the pain. They hurt so much; it really is becoming quite unbearable.
Click, click, click, click.
"Anna." I whisper.
She explodes. She drops a pair of my shoes to the floor and covers her face into her hands. I can tell that she is crying by the trembling of her shoulders.
"I don't understand!" She whimpers.
I bite my lip. "Please don't cry..."
Anna lets her hands fall away from her face. I see the distraught look that is written there. My heart aches along with my hands. Oh, Anna...
"I don't understand." Anna repeats. "You have control over your powers now, why are you going to get rid of them?"
I clench my hands together, doing everything in my power not to let the agony show.
I can't tell her. I can't do it.
"Anna... please just let me go."
She bites her lip. I can see more tears building up in her pretty, blue eyes. "But I need you."
"Arendelle needs you... and I need you to take care of Arendelle." I reply. "Can you do that for me?"
Anna hesitates, but she gives me a half-hearted nod.
"Thank you, Anna."
She shrugs.
"Anna."
She looks straight into my eyes.
"I still want to see you and Kristoff wed before I depart."
"At a time like this, Elsa?!" Anna shrieks.
"Especially at a time like this." I answer. "Arendelle is in ruins. Our people are concerned. What would be better than a wedding to make certain they know that Arendelle will be returned to its former glory? Nothing is changed by this tragedy.
Arendelle shall continue on as before."
Anna remains silent for several moments.
"Ok..." She says at last.
I reach out and grasp her hands in excitement. "Then we should probably get you ready, my dear."
We leave the chore of packing my belongings unfinished for now. After all, there is a wedding to planned and very little time to do so.
Anna and I walk out of my room together, still clinging to one another.
"Wow, Elsa." Anna remarks. "Your hands aren't usually so cold."