"Got to get busy!" Anna exclaimed to herself, cutting fabric after dinner. They would be perfect; she decided. She had a lot of time on her own so she had become quite crafty. She glided the scissors as carefully as she could with her potential excitement. After some stitching and a bit of work, her creation would be complete!
Later the next night at dinner, Anna held her masterpiece eagerly in her lap, keeping it out of view. "What are you up to?" The queen asked suspiciously, noticing her daughter's more than usual bouncy behavior.
"Nothing," Anna smiled, lying obviously. Then, to Anna's pure joy, Elsa entered the room once again and sat next to her. It was a miracle to see her two days in a row! Elsa again had nervous energy, but she was glad to be there. Before she could comment on Anna's potent excitement, Anna cleared her throat with a cough. "I have a surprise!" She announced right away. Her thrill was leaking out.
Wide eyed Elsa asked,"Yes?" Curiosity filled Elsa mind, but something else was there: a little bit of fear. Anna then presented her own pair of makeshift gloves. Gasping, Elsa pulled her hands into herself in shock, keeping her gloves as close to herself as possible, and looked questioningly at Anna.
"I made my own gloves!" Anna put them on her hands and displayed them to her family. "Now I can be just like you, Elsa!"
You don't want to be like me. Elsa thought as this was all too much for her. She was unbelievably happy that Anna still cherished her enough after all the time she had spent away from her little sister. She loved Anna so much…but remembered what she did to her…what she could very well do again. She stood up suddenly. "I have to go…I'm sorry." Elsa felt sadness build inside as she turned to leave and ran. The fear from before was growing. Conceal. Don't feel. Don't let it show. She couldn't hold it in.
"Elsa!" Anna cried out. The king rose from his chair and ran after Elsa. He turned into the hallway and saw icy footprints leading towards Elsa's room. Quickly, the king pursued his older daughter before the ice could get worse.
Anna stared after where her sister left and looked down at the gloves that she made. She ripped them off, flinging them onto the dining table. "Why does she hate me!?" Anna asked her mother. "What did I do?...What did I ever do to her?!" She began to sob uncontrollably, and the queen rushed over and hugged Anna very close.
"Shh, Elsa does not hate you, honey...It is very complicated...I just want you to know that she loves you very much and so do I and your father. Have faith in people, and they will pull through. They will," The queen comforted, stroking Anna's hair. Anna hugged her back and cried softly into her mother's shoulder.
"Elsa! Calm down!" The king roared entering Elsa's room where it looked like a snow storm had been.
"I can't control it," Elsa cried, "And I can't be Anna's friend." Her grief rose, and the snow picked up. Icy spikes poked out from the walls and ceiling.
"Breath Elsa. Conceal. Don't feel," Her father repeated, trying to see through the snow. Eventually it worked, and the snow stopped, but the damage remained. Elsa threw herself onto her bed with her face down and cried gently. The room was freezing.
The queen entered the room and gasped at the damage. It had never gotten this bad. "Go talk to Anna. She is in her room," She said to her husband.
The king nodded and whispered to her, "I knew this wouldn't be a good idea. From now on, Elsa stays in here." As he left, the queen went up to Elsa, trying to mask her own sadness, and reached for Elsa for a brief moment but knew that Elsa wouldn't want to be touched.
"She would want you to have these," The queen stated kindly, handing Anna's gloves to Elsa. Elsa continued crying so the queen left them by her daughter. The ice spikes cracked. "If you need us, let us know." Then the queen left to give Elsa space and to find the king so that they could figure out what to do about the damage.
Elsa after some time looked up at the gloves that were lying by her head. She could see the stitching, the work that Anna had put into them. After a moment, she reached out and hugged them tight. The room remained cold. "I'm so sorry, Anna."