If she had just TOLD someone—-if she had just had the guts to come out to her parents, maybe things would have ended differently for her in the end. Maybe the curtains wouldn’t have caught fire. Maybe her bed wouldn’t be covered in smoke right now. Maybe if Anna had a handle on things, she wouldn’t be in this position right now. But she didn’t. And this

                                          was the price she would pay. 

❝ I—-I didn’t mean to! ❞ she yelled, eyes watering from the ash that filled the air. Her lungs took in the heavy air and she coughed.

This was it. This was where she died. Anna would be remembered for going down in flames, the young and innocent princess of Arendelle would turn to no more than ash with her room, with the castle, with all her belongings and her parents belongings. Of course, her sister would make it out alive. Anna didn’t doubt that she was already pulled from the castle by guards. They had run drills like this all the time, always a just in case procedure ready, but no one could predict this. No one would predict that sweet old Anna would start the fire. No one would see it coming, not even herself. As if Anna could see through the grey haze that covered the area.

                                    As if she wasn’t  B L I N D E D  by
                                    the    red    that    dulled    through. 

                                                         ❝ I didn’t mean to! ❞ she yelled again.

         And yes, maybe while Anna didn’t have intentions of burning the place to the ground, she still did. Still was. That was not going to change. And just as Anna accepted her fate and lied down on the carpet in front of her dresser, there was a banging sound from the other side of the room.

                                                      ❝ Princess! ❞
                                             someone had called for her.
                                                      ❝ Princess! ❞
                                                          and again.
                                              ❝ Anna, where are you! ❞

Anna tried everything in her power to sit up and in the process, her leg kicked the dresser. The contents on top of it ( a few perfume bottles, a necklace, some incense ) were sent crashing to the ground. She yelled in surprise.

❝ Anna, is that you? ❞ Suddenly, a guard came into focus, holding a rag to his face as to not breathe in the smoke. ❝ Take my hand! ❞ he called out, extending his arm to help her up.

She reached out her hand to grasp his. His steady hand pulled her up and placed a second rag over her face as well, and in that moment, Anna could breathe almost normally again. She leaned on him, trying to keep her dress by her body so as not to catch fire, as the guard led them to the door.

                                                         And then they were through it.

         Anna could see that the fire had spread into the hallway, but not as bad as her room, and down the hall seemed still in tact. When they reached a clear area, Anna collapsed and heaved, retching up ash and smoke. A fire blazed in her stomach, and her hands felt like one wrong move and the friction would light her body.

                     And suddenly, a horrible feeling had overtaken her. A mix of guilt, and anguish, her room destroyed, her body feeling like it might explode.

                    ❝ I…. I didn’t mean to—- ❞ she said one last time, and then

                                                 everything went black.