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Chapter 2 - Elsa

She let out a deep sigh as she stared outside the window, her icy blue eyes lost the glint that made her alive to the world. Her reflection stared back at her.

A reflection that seemed to have aged a decade.

Eversince her heart got broken by Jack, she had never been the same, she had lost all her contact with her only sister, Anna and shut herself away from the world.

She doesn't want anyone to see her like this. Battered, broken and weary like she had gone through a fight and won at the last minute. It would only make it harder for her to conceal than what she could already do.

A knock sounded on her door. A knock that she knew too well.

"Elsa?" a voice cried outside. "Do you wanna build a snowman?"

A small smile appeared across her face but it soon faded as she remembered. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she brought her knees closer to her chest and leaned her forehead on them as she cried, muffling the call outside her door.

"Okay...I'll just be here...in case you wanted someone to talk to." the same voice spoke again and all she could hear where the fading footsteps.

It was about an hour when she thawed herself from her crying fiasco. Nothing will happen if she just holed herself up in her room. She could just show a smile and let it all inside her heart.

Fixing herself up, she combed her hair and placed it in an elaborate bun (the one in her coronation) and changed her dress into a blue loose fitting sweater and black pants. After putting on her blue flats she went towards the door.

A hand on the knob. She took in a deep breath and opened the door.

And someone spoke.

"About time you go out." a voice spoke. She turned her head to the side to see her younger sister, Anna, her arms crossed over her chest, her hair in its usual two pigtails wearing a blue dress, with the crocus on the chest and on the pleats of her skirt.

"Anna. I didn't see you there." she said the younger's name, a hand on her chest.

Anna sighed and put down her arms. "Are you that deep already that you forgot that you saw me?"

She lowered her head and hugged herself. "I'm sorry. I'm just...not myself."

The younger shook her head and grabbed one of the older's arms, and dragged her across the hall. "Come on. I've got to show you something!" her bubbly attitude kicking in.

"Slow down, Anna!" she chastised as she couldn't keep up with the way her sister was bouncing in her steps. "I'm not as energetic as you."

This didn't even stop the younger as she continued to dragged the older with her through the halls of the house that they lived in. Saying things too fast and imcomprehensible for her to understand as she was too deep into her thoughts.

And didn't notice as they already stopped, the hold on her arm suddenly disappeared and so is the presence at her side.

"Thank God, you're back." another voice spoke. And she looked up to see Kai, their butler standing at the side of the door, looking at the two adults standing in the room.

One that Anna was already crushing to death obviously.

Her parents were home.

"We're glad to be back." her father spoke, and he chuckled as he looked down at the head of his youngest daughter. "Okay, Anna. You can let go now."

She watched as her younger sister did so and then gestured to her. "Elsa, they're home."

"I can see that." she answered in monotone. And slowly turned her head to look at their parents and strained a smile at them. "Glad you're home." her own voice, dead in her ears.

Their mother, the one with brunette hair in the same style as hers, wearing a long sleeve violet dress, smiled at her in return.

Their father looked at her and let out a sigh. "Is something bothering you, Elsa?"

She shook her head. Already having enough of people prying into her life. "It's nothing, Papa."

But Anna couldn't stand it any longer. She spoke. "No, papa. She had-"

She threw her sister a withering glare that made her shut up. She could handle her own problems and she doesn't want others to know.

It was her own fault and she should fix it.

Although it pains her heart to see their parents together, for it reminds her the time when she and Jack would look at each other lovingly the same her parents do with each other.

"The past is in the past." she whispered to herself as she paced around her room and her eyes stopped at the framed photo of her and Jack together.

She walked over to it and picked it up and with a sigh, placed it down again, but on its face. "It's no use dwelling in the past." she muttered. "Things have changed. He have moved on and so will I."

But even she doesn't believe what she told herself.

She's too broken to even consider entering a relationship when she haven't healed from her last.

But her heart ache for a second chance.

On second thought...my account name in Wattpad is: liberatedsociety