i. ii. iii. iv. v. vi. vii. viii. ix.

witchofthewesternskys

( ——  ☂  —— )

   her fingers curled against the bed, the
   sky still in its dim phase before the dawn.
   the memory was crisp in her mind, fresh
   with its hours still behind her. how could
   a peaceful bartering journey go so wrong?
   she could still see her fight, still see herself
   as she tried to save her. still see her bleeding.
   her breath hitched again in her chest.

                                                  “She’s dead, Anna. Elsa is dead.”

     what are we going to do?

she stood there, mouth open a bit, not really
knowing what to do, or rather to say. anna
continued like this, in silence, for another few
seconds before she tried speaking.

          “What?”

no. no.. no, elsa just couldn’t be dead. that
isn’t something that h a p p e n e d. no, not
to her sister. elphaba must be lying.. playing
a joke on her or something.

elsa just couldn’t be D E A D.