Elsa has written in her diary every day about how she misses Anna. Three years have passed, and everyday Elsa has frozen something.
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Today, Anna came to my door a sang a song. She is a better singer then me, I think. I don't sing much, only when I'm sad. Apparently, that's when Anna sings, but I am certain she sings all the time. She makes up songs, and she sings some that I know. We even had a song called,"We know better". I miss her so much, but I don't want to hurt her. Even if I did come out, would she even like me, or would she slam the door in my face? I will write tomorrow!
Love,
Elsa
