I open the window, and she stares at it. I go in. She walks toward the window and looks down.
She's looking for me, but she doesn't know it. She shakes her head slowly and walks away from her window and toward her bed, and she just plops down.
Someone knocks on the door.
"Hey, Elsa? Could you come out, please? Just once? I haven't seen you for hours, and I haven't talked to you for weeks! Please come out."
"Go away, Anna. Go." Replies the girl that I'm now sitting next to. She grabs a pen, but it freezes, and when she tries to click it, it won't budge.
"Just go."
How could she be so sad? She has the same power that I have. That's nothing to frown about!
To try to cheer her up, I touch the pen with my index finger and cool icy patterns swirl around it.
She stares at it. She tilts her head. She opens her mouth to speak.
"How'd that get there?"
I'm grinning, and I lift up my staff. Not so bad. I lean against the wall, and my staff bumps into it, causing more ice patterns to fly around the room.
She looks up, and a tiny, very tiny, almost invisible smile crawls onto her face. Her eyes shine a little. The icy intensity in them go away a little. She touches the patterns, and a new wave of ice rushes across the room.
"Was that me? Did I just do that?" She whispers to nobody.
"Yeah," I say, although she would never hear me. Nobody ever would.
"Hey, kid, wanna have some fun?" I ask nobody, and I make it snow in her room.
But instead of smiling, she frowns. She frowns, and walks away, lays down on her bed, and sleeps.
And I leave.