"This is it, then," Elsa murmured.
Anna flipped through the last page of the contract, before signing away the house. Stapling the papers, she left the keys on the kitchen table for the lawyers to collect. Anna took one last look at the apartment, with its greying walls and the musty smell of old furniture. Her gaze fell upon a dressing table, and the chair where she'd found their mother sitting motionless with an unopened war office telegram next to her. Anna's fingernails grated upon the table as she wondered how they'd look at them now.
"Yes," Anna swallowed, fighting away the tears, and refusing to look at Elsa, "now get out."
A pause, before Elsa picked up a box of her keepsakes and started for the front door. The sky was turning dark, and thunder rumbled in the distance. Dressed in a prim, black dress, the lady made it to the front door, struggling under the weight of her memorabilia.
"Hey!" Elsa complained, fiddling with the lock, "You gotta at least let me out-"
Cursing under her breath, Anna stomped after her sister, "I swear to God, this is gonna be the last time-"
She unlocked the door for Elsa, who made it two steps before slipping on the damp brownstone stairs and dropping the box.
"C'mon!" Anna yelled, pointing at Elsa's Camaro parked in the driveway, "You're literally two feet away from getting out of my fucking life forever, can you at least-"
Eager for Elsa to leave, Anna dropped to a knee and started picking bits and pieces of her sister's past life and hurling them back into the box. Raindrops pattered around them, and people on the sidewalks were already opening umbrellas.
Both their hands closed upon a silver locket.
"I-I don't remember putting this here," Elsa muttered, handing it back to Anna, "I think this one's yours."
"It's not," Anna answered, noticing the snowflake pattern engraved on the tarnished silver, "mine has a maple leaf. Yours is the snowflake."
Shoving the locket back, the force of her grasp had sprung it open, revealing a faded image of the two sisters in their childhood. The rain picked up, drenching the sisters kneeling on the sidewalk, but neither could tear their gaze from the haunting image staring back at them. The sight dragged out a memory of a forgotten time, when things were simpler. Neither had much in this world, but they had each other. There was no fame, or fortune, only the warmth of family dinners and their parents' words.
"Oh god," Anna whispered, looking at her past self, wrapped in Elsa's arms, "w-we were so young."
She pretended to wipe the rain from her water-logged eyes, and tried her best to choke back a sob. After an eternity, Anna looked up at Elsa, before realising the woman had been watching her.
"What on earth happened to us?" Elsa whispered, brushing damp blonde locks from her eyes.
Anna's chest began to heave as she realised how impossible it was for everything to return to how it once was. For once, her pride faltered, and her heart spoke before her brain did.
"I-I'm so t-terribly sorry, Veronica," Anna whispered, lips trembling, "I just let it all get away from me after they died."
She reached a quivering hand into her soaking-wet pants, and produced an identical silver locket.
"You kept yours," Elsa noticed. Unlike hers, Anna's locket had been kept in pristine condition, polished metal gleaming despite the dark skies.
"Y-you're all I have left," Anna stuttered, the gravity of her words clenching at her chest.
Rife with emotion, Elsa paused to recollect her lines, but only managed to stammer out a garbled mess as a mix of tears and rain fell off her face
"P-p-please don't kick me out of your life," Elsa pleaded.
Without another word, Anna hurled herself into Elsa's arms, silently begging for her sister's forgiveness, and that she'd one day learn to forgive herself. Smoothening the mess of damp red hair pressing into her face, Elsa clutched at Anna's trembling body and made a promise.
"I swear I'll never leave you again."
"Cut!" Kristoff yelled.
The set's faucets squeaked shut, killing off the rain.
Kristoff wiped a tear from his eye, and there were muffled sobs heard around the set.
Ever the professional, Elsa switched off her character of Veronica May-Porter at once, but still held Anna by the shoulders. The girl looked back at Elsa with tears in her eyes.
"I do hope we can see each other again, dear Veronica," Anna whispered, closing Elsa's fingers around the locket, and returning it to her. She looked over her shoulders once, to make sure the cameras had stopped, before standing on the tips of her toes again, and kissing Elsa for everything she'd done.
