I went to Elsa's birthday when we were younger, once. It was one of those ones where you invited everyone from the class to, because "Why not?"
I sat off to the corner, fiddling with the party hat, watching all the other kids participate in the fun and games. No one invited me to join in, so I figured they just didn't want me to play.
At one point, though, Elsa came over with a piece of cake. She shifted awkwardly, before handing me the plate. It was chocolate cake with chocolate icing. I felt my lips twitch into a small smile.
"Thanks for coming, Anna," she said, before biting her lip and looking back to the other kids, who were playing some inane kids game. Her eyes showed how torn she was, to stay by me, her friend, or to go and have fun with the others.
"I, um..." I shook my head, motioning for her to return to the fun. She smiled at me gratefully, though there was guilt in her expression as well. "Thanks. You know, you can join in if you want...?"
I shook my head. It wasn't a real invitation, only a moment of pity that forced those words from her mouth.
"Well...if you want to..." she trailed off, heading back to the group.
