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Tiny fingers, so small and delicate, twisted
together, rosy lips quivering as cerulean
hues clouded with hurt. Freckled cheeks
flushed pink, the young girl’s lower lip
jutting out in a pout as her lips parted in
protest.❝I don’t wanna go to the kitchen. I want
to stay here until Elsa comes out❞A pause.
❝
Why doesn’t she LOVE me anymore, Mama?❞
“Oh, sweetheart,” the Queen murmured sadly,
scooping up the little girl in her arms. But she
didn’t move her away from the door. “Your sister
still loves you very much. She just needs some
time to herself for a while. I’m sure she’ll come
out and play soon, but in the meantime it might
be better to give her a bit of space. Try not to
worry, little one.”
A difficult task indeed. Especially for one as
young as Anna. But it would have to be done,
or Elsa’s anxieties would go through the roof,
and Anna would just get more and more upset.