Sometimes, a child's bedtime story has more meaning to a single person than anyone else. If you look past the details and gaze at the plot, you find a character similar to you. Take away the ice powers and the kingdom and the fact that everyone thinks she's a monster and you end up with an insecure girl who isolates herself from people, needing someone to save her. Elsa's not just a snow queen in my vision, she's me.
And when you take away the fact that she's a princes and the white hair ordeal and her marriage, you find a girl who's willing to jump way out of her comfort zone to help another. I, Elsa, am waiting for that girl. I am waiting for my Anna.
And I know that there will a few Hans' along the way, people who only want me for their own good; people who don't really care for me. I'll also find Olafs, people who love me and care for me but can't really tell when I'm angry or upset or feeling left out. People who want me as a friend, but just aren't Anna. And then I'll find a pair of Kristoff and Svens; two people who are just plain inseparable, and love me to death, but are just too stubborn to leave each other's sides for me.
I'm totally aware that along the way, I'll meet people who I enjoy being around. But I also understand that to them I'll be an Olaf to them...or I might seem like I've got a Kristoff or Sven that I'm practically stuck to...and maybe, although it hurts to admit, I may come off as a Hans to somebody.
I am Elsa, from my point of view. But from someone else's sight, I may also be an Anna. I will play both roles in this great drama. I will play the role of a girl who doesn't want to cause trouble and simply wants to wait until the problem solves itself, and I will also play a girl who has to conquer many obstacles to find my Elsa. One day, my Anna will find me. I'll be grateful. So grateful. She'll be my best friend. And I'll be hers. We will be each other's Anna to our Elsa, our Kristoff to our Sven.
But that day seems so far. So far...
So I will simply sit here and wait for my Anna, and possibly become her along the way.

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A Pencil and Some Paper
Short StoryRandom pieces of writing from school or my mind. "All you need is a pencil and some blank paper, your imagination will take care of the rest." ~Me