"Elsa?"
Anna knocked on her door once more before she left for the ceremony.
"Elsa, please! People are going to wonder where you are. Just come on!"
But Elsa didn't respond to her sister's call. Instead, she sat on her bed, silently. She wore a simple black dress with a black veil covering her pale face, her tear-stains, and her pink, puffy eyes. She'd changed the color of her gloves from white to black in mourning of her parents, both killed in a car crash on vacation, 5 days before Christmas.
"Come on!"
Flurries swirled around Elsa, her own subconscious creation dancing around her room and settling within the corners and on the shelves. The room was freezing cold, even with the heater on. Elsa pulled her knees up to her chest, gazing around the room. Icicles had even begun to form on the ceiling of her room.
"I'm coming in!"
"NO!" Elsa shrieked, running to her door. She held it closed tightly, fighting back tears in her blizzard of a room. "Just go without me, Anna... I can't... I can't go..." She couldn't let any more of a storm surround her sister and the people who were going to show up to the funeral.
"Why?"
"Just do it! Please!" Elsa yelled. She couldn't stop the tears from falling as she sobbed, her back against the door. She tore off her hat and veil and crumpled it up in her hands. She pulled off her gloves, as well, and punched them into the delicate hat. She dashed across the room to the balcony and opened the glass door to the storm outside, which was met with the rising blizzard in her room. Flurries surrounded her with every step she made as she rushed to hurl her garments off the balcony. The small, velvet hat fell quickly, but the gloves seemed to linger in the air for a short while before gracefully catching the window and fluttering to the ground.
Elsa remained outside in the cold, her tears staining and growing cold on her fragile, pale face. She leaned against the railing of the balcony, looking out over the street as Anna got in Kristoff's moose-drawn carriage to go to the funeral for their parents. Anna didn't so much as glimpse in her direction as the two pulled away down the street.
The outside snow was beginning to thicken, heavy flakes flittering to the ground in quick winds. It was 5 in the evening.
Elsa returned to her frosty room, cold and dark now, and sat on her bed silently, looking at her phone. Jack had texted her early in the morning, but she hadn't replied. He'd asked her if she was going to the funeral. Elsa teared up, reading the text over and over. She threw her phone against the wall and stood up, pacing her room. She folded her arms and wrapped her hands against her sides. She kicked off her shoes and stopped in front of the mirror. Surrounding her was a just a cloud of snow flurries, behind her was the wall of her room, the frost spreading out over the paint like vines on a brick wall.
"I tried concealing it... I did all I could to not feel it..." She sobbed to herself, her face falling into her hands. Slowly, she lowered herself to a heap on the floor in front of her mirror. She bit her fist and screamed to herself, falling to her side on her floor, covered with a thin layer of snow.
A soft knock sounded on her door. She did not rise to open it or even reply when they knocked again. Eventually, the door creaked open slowly, and in stepped a tall boy in an old, brown trench coat.
"Oh, goodness, Elsa..." Jack cooed, rushing to Elsa's side. He pull her up by her arms and held her limp body against him. "Come on... It's freezing in here..." He walked her over to her bed and turned the thermostat up.
Elsa wiped away her tears and sat haunched over, trying to keep from sobbing even more. "Why are you here?"
Jack walked back over to her and kneeled in front of her. "I was worried for you... I saw Anna and that moose kid on my way over and thought I'd better get here as fast as I could. So.. here I am."
