On the stairs she sits and waits
On the floor of a penthouse on 6th street, a girl curled herself into a hard, tight ball, thick blonde ponytail thrown heedlessly over her shoulder.
It would have been any other depressed teenager--why are depressed teenagers so very, very common?--except for the ice that was radiating out from her, creeping unrelentingly across the floor.
She's crying out
She was silent, swaying slightly, save for a breathy whimper that was drowned by the sound of crackling rime.
If she had the strength and courage, she would have liked to scream, letting the pent-up terror and sadness and cold out into the open, but she had neither, so she continued to weep softly in the night.
But nobody even cares
Except Anna did. Anna cared very, very much. But Elsa couldn't let her, and she couldn't decide if it would be better had Anna never cared at all.
Holding in the hurt and pain
So she continued to sit in the centre of a carpet of ice, the edges sharp and dangerously beautiful, trying desperately to steady her breathing, to stop the fierce stinging in her fingertips. Inside her she felt her stores of sorrow and loneliness grow fuller, tugging at their restraints. She wondered what would happen if she let them loose.
Looking for love
Love?
Love was not for monsters such as she.
To come pull her from this place
It was better this way, she knew. For all parties concerned, except maybe her--but what did it matter? What did she matter?
Then came a soft but insistent knocking at the door.
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I'm not gonna sit and stay in silence
"Elsa?" A familiar voice rang out from the other side of the pale-washed wood. Waiting for an answer, Anna fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, absently checking her watch. 12 AM. Far too late to be on yet another futile mission, but even if the store manager had been an absolute bear today there was no way she was letting a week pass without at least trying to see her sister.
I'm not gonna walk away in silence
Even if Elsa never came close to opening the door.
After a few minutes of insufferable silence, Anna repeated her greeting. "Elsa?" she called, aiming to make her clear voice approachable but urgent, rapping knuckles relentlessly on wood. "Elsa. Are you okay? Open the door, sis. Just for a little while?"
Her voice grew pleading. Elsa and she had never been close--well, except for a brief, blissful, blurry period of childhood--but ever since their parents had died Elsa had closed herself off completely, and in the process shut Anna out.
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Sometimes we're loudest when
Anna was a loud person, always had been. Constantly babbling, bubbling over with stray thoughts and joyful exclamations. Perhaps that was part of the problem. Perhaps her exuberance intimidated Elsa?
The doors are shut and no one can see our face
On the other side of the door, Elsa gazed fearfully at the door, torn. It would be so simple to stand up, put her hand on the knob, stop Anna's incessant knocking.
But she couldn't. Even the paper-thin possibility made her draw away once more, backing away from the tempting doorknob.
But it seems we're quiet when
Anna hated second-guessing herself. It wasn't like her. But if it meant reaching her distant sister--
She stopped knocking. Spoke in barely more than a whisper. "Elsa, please."
Someone needs a touch of heaven's grace
"No," Elsa whispered back, knowing the door would bar her words from ever reaching Anna. "No, no, no, no, Anna I'm sorry."
I'm not gonna sit and stay in silence
Anna waited several minutes more. The watch on her hand ticked away softly. She was going to regret this tomorrow when her early shift started.
No, she wasn't.
Finally she gave it up, just for tonight. Tomorrow she could try again. She could always try again.
I'm not gonna walk away in silence
"Goodbye, Elsa," she breathed to a closed door, and then quietly walked away.
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