The last time I cried, was my freshman year in high school, I had tried to approach Elsa once again. She had been surrounded then by the group of friends she had adopted. I had broke through briefly, catching a glimpse of her, before I was pushed back.
They turned on me, then, surrounding me. The whole thing terrified me, so much so that I backed up against the lockers behind me, cowering.
"I just...I just want to talk to Elsa..." I whispered.
They all glanced at each other, before parting. She appeared then, the bright spot amongst the dark and foul beings. She seemed to look at me, without really seeing anything - as though it was only her eyes seeing me, and not her soul.
She tilted her head, before turning on her heal, and walking away.
I screamed after her.
I screamed.
And I cried.
In that moment, I knew she was gone. There was no hope of the Elsa I knew returning. She was gone, and what was left...was this.
I had to accept that.
I had to.
And yet...I still haven't.
I still believe.