All my sister wanted to do was lock herself in her room hogging the cocaine for herself. "Elsa, you bitch, share the cocaine!!" I yelled. "Do you want to build a fucking snowman?!" I asked. Soon enough after I was knocking for hours, she opened the door and gave me a look then said "Hells yeah I want to build a mother fucking snowman!" She replied. I'm Anna and my sisters name is Elsa and when we were littler we use to build snowman all the time. It's not like it use to be though, she I would barely come out of her room, but I knew it was for a reason. I never knew what she was hiding though, and now I finally found out. It wasn't until 2 weeks ago where I saw her make a B-line to to bathroom and she just let it go. She played it off like it was just "powder", like that's believable.
We built the snowman in the library, it took three disproportionate balls of cocaine. Then we proceeded to add eyes, sticks for arms and a mouth. We decided to name him, Olaf. We always wanted a snowman named Olaf to turn into human like snowman. I never understood why or how we came up with that name, but I always sort of liked it, so it stuck. For the first time in forever she let me into her winter room. I finally understand why she was keeping all of the cocaine to herself, she was a crack whore. I thought to myself " and this bitch is about to be queen? The fuck is this shit?" It was whatever though, as long as she shares I don't care what she does. As I looked around her room I noticed icicles, snowflakes and snow, except none of it were made of snow.
After that afternoon, we never spoke a word. When dinner came, we sat on the opposite ends of the table. It was silent, nothing but the sound of scraping forks on plates. It was awkward. After dinner I broke the silence and asked Elsa if she wanted to go to Dairy Queen to get ice cream. She just ignored me and went to her room. I felt guilty, like I did something wrong, or I didn't do anything right. There was a distress feeling in my gut. The next day was busy. Everyone in the castle was getting ready for Elsa's coronation day, the day when she becomes queen of Arendelle and I become princess. I'm happy for her, even though she hasn't done jack shit. Anyway, ever since Elsa's been ignoring me, I've been noticing things around the house since I've been roaming it. Yes, I've been that bored. I talk to paintings on the walls, noticing why have a ballroom with no balls?
Anyway, so we're at the coronation day, and after all these years they finally open the gates. Hundreds of people are in my house right now. I'm so happy to finally meet everyone. What if I meet the one?! Oh gosh I could never imagine a beautiful stranger standing tall and fair. When I get nervous I tend to stuff chocolate in my face, but hey, who doesn't like chocolate? So, Elsa a.k.a "crack whore", is in her room freaking out because she can't control herself. She's afraid of showing everyone her power of shooting cocaine out of her hands. I remember her and dad saying to each other "conceal, don't feel" like what the fuck is that suppose to mean? It was rare to have a sister that had powers like that, why would she want to hide that? Maybe if I'm lucky she would share with me but we never get a chance to talk since she's "busy". She came out of her room to receive her place as queen and I came up to be princess. I walked up there and it was quite so I screamed at the top of my lungs, "HELL TO THE YEAH BITCHES!" Everyone laughed and clapped awkwardly, but I didn't care. I stood next to Elsa and we complimented each other. "You look gorgeous, how have you not been fucked yet?" She said. "I don't know man I'm hot, but how has anyone not asked to bend you over a table and go at it?" I asked. We both just stood there laughing our asses off. We knew we didn't need a man. Soon enough this really old man came and asked Elsa to dance and she said no, then told him to dance with me. I swear to god he was as happy as a Leprechaun with lucky charms. As he pulled me away I was giving Elsa the finger, and she starts laughing, I mouthed the words "fuck you".
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