When we were younger, Elsa once told me she wanted to be surrounded by friends. It was one of those confessions that people make, one of those deep and meaningful ones that aren't really taken too seriously by the other party.
She told me about that want, one day over the snowman we had built. I sort of shrugged it off, because in spite of her words, she seemed comfortable with just me.
But that little bit of information forever rested in the back of my mind. That want of hers, to be surrounded by friends to confide in, to hang out with. A large group of friends, as loyal to her as subjects of a kingdom to their ruler.
Back then, I figured that that want would tear us apart. It was just a feeling, but a strong one; stronger than her feelings for me.
My fear came true of course - her desire to be surrounded by a large group of loyal subjects as well as several other damning factors, lead to our drifting apart.
I was upset, of course. Very upset. You've heard of the various trials I had to go through, as our relationship slowly fell apart, back then. Nonetheless, I was a little happy for her.
She wanted that big group of friends.
She got them, leaving me in the dust.