*************AUTHOR'S NOTE***************
I feel absolutely terrible. I know I promised more Olaf in this chapter but I ended up analyzing Anna instead, oops. And it's taken me forever just to write this much. In my defense, I've had a massive paper to work on. So... here you go. This tiny, tiny, microscopic chapter.
Anna felt colder than she'd ever been in her life. Colder than when he parents died. Colder than when Elsa wouldn't come out for her 16th birthday party. Colder than the moment after she blew out those sixteen candles and realized that no one was around to eat the cake with her.
Anna was physically and mentally cold.
"Prince Hans of the Southern Isles."
She thought he was the one.
"Princess Anna of Arendelle."
She thought he thought so too.
"Oh Anna"
She thought-
"If only there was someone out there who loved you."
She thought wrong. Maybe Hans was right. She remembered looking up after blowing out her candles and seeing only a few staff members smiling down at her.
She was never like the other girls, always the outcast. It didn't matter how royal she was, she was weird. She had freckles, her eyes were too big, she smiled too much, she was socially awkward, and her hair had a funny stripe in it.
She had no friends.
Anna shivered, gathering enough energy to bury herself in the pillows resting on the couch. She was certain this was the end.
And she was ready.
She was ready to leave this world of hatred.
She realized now how naïve she had been, and how dangerous the world could be.
Her own sister hurt her.
Elsa.
Elsa did this to her.