❅ ( beloved sister ) ;

   at the words her older sister speaks,  the  red  head  can only shake
   her head. she hates this.    how elsa feels, & knowing full well that
   she can’t take such pain anyway, despite just how much she wishes
   she could. she hates how it destroys her sister.    she finally reaches
   out for one of elsa’s hands  -  nimble fingers locking lightly, her other
   hand raising to meet.            anna’s hands close over those of elsa’s. 

                          ‘ elsa. none of this, is your fault. i swear to you. ‘

{ ❅ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ——— 

                                                                                                             w a r m .

          she   was   always   so    warm,    brimming    with    thoughtless
          love, so blind  to  the  truth.   her  sister  was  a  true  WONDER,
          to see  L I G H T  when it felt as if darkness sought to suffocate.
          how  did  she  find  the  capacity  to  pardon  her  actions ?   but 
          Elsa   knew   it  was  the  mysticism   of   TRUE  LOVE.   forlorn
          crystalline irises descended to witness  the  tactile  comfort  she
          received - the very means of solace her parents seldom utilized. 

                                  —- because they  F E A R E D  her.

                       ❝ you don’t understand, Anna.
      they left because of me – because of my magic. ❞