Elsa sighed as she tugged on her blue gloves. Her parents' words of "conceal, don't feel, don't let it show" echoed in her mind. The constant fear of the upcoming coronation tugged at her nerves. The aching feeling of failure rested on her small shoulders. The first time seeing her sister in years.
All because she had her own coronation today. It was because of her that Anna was hurt. It was because of her that her parents are dead. Even though they died on a ship, the constant feeling of being responsible for their deaths lingered over her head.
Neither sister thought that they would have their lives twisted in ways they could never imagine. For better or for worse.
