She could feel her hollow smile fade and was powerless to stop it. Her mother knew, how could she not? Elsa had changed. Ever since the accident with Anna Elsa had been this perfect little girl who did what she was told, kept all of her emotions locked away in her chamber of isolation and threw herself into her studies so she wouldn’t be a burden on anyone else.
What the blonde had meant to say when she opened her mouth was:
Of course mother, I know it very well, why do you ask?
But what came out was completely different.
” How can I be a good queen to these people when I can’t even be a good big sister..?
Seeing that smile fade just confirmed her suspicions. Elsa had been lying to her. And with a sigh, the Queen set her cup and saucer down on the coffee table, turning more towards her daughter. And the question hurt her even more, made her want to hold her child, take her hands, just anything other than having to sit there doing nothing. But Elsa wouldn’t like it. Elsa wouldn’t allow it.
“Sweetheart,” she sighed, her expression almost pained. “You are a good big sister. You’ve spent all this time trying to keep Anna safe, haven’t you? You love her, don’t you? And you shall be a wonderful Queen one day, I know it. But not if you keep bottling things up all the time. You must work through these things, darling.”