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asked:
elsie. one year.
It’s nearing another year since the loss of your character,
send me your character’s name and how long they’ve
been gone to see how my character responds.

❝ Queen Anna. ❞

             It wasn’t uncommon for her to hear that nowadays. Though
             it often felt like she heard it way too much.  As days passed,
             Anna seemed to grow colder and colder.

                                           As if to make up for her sister’s absence.

Anna looked up then, seeing Hans walk into her——ah, their room as she fixed her flyaway hairs in the full length mirror. She watched him shut the doors behind him through the reflection. He seemed just as normal as any other day, as if her sister’s informal beheading hadn’t happened a year ago today. As if Anna’s attitude hadn’t changed from bright and bubbly to dark and cornered, like an animal reared to attack.

He caught her glancing at him in the mirror and smiled. Anna looked away without so much as a grimace. She felt very… stoned, these past few months. At night, she couldn’t shake the cold that took control of her body. It spread from her chest, to her arms to her legs, down to the tip of her toes and very crown of her head.

Hans came up behind up her and wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning his head on her shoulder.
                                           ❝ You’re beautiful, you know? ❞

                    Anna nodded. ❝ You tell me everyday. ❞ 

                                           ❝ You deserve it, ❞ he whispered.

She pushed his arms away from her. Anna turned and walked toward her bed.

                               Sometimes,   during the day,   Anna could
                               feel the cold creep into the crown she wore
                               ———the crown that had previously been
                               her sister’s. 

                                                           ❝ Do you know what day it is? ❞

Hans made a scoffing sound from behind her. ❝ Today is Thurday, my dear. ❞

                 He didn’t know. A jab hit Anna in her heart, an ache in her chest that had not been relieved for a full year now. 

                            ❝ Is Elsa really dead? ❞ she asked suddenly.
                             Immediately regretting it, Anna listened to Hans
                             curse slightly under his breath.   He must have
                             remembered when she asked.

                                                                           There was a slight
                             hesitation to his voice as he answered, ❝ Yes,
                             my dear, she is. I’ve told you this before.. ❞

                             And he was right, he did tell her many times but
                             each time she asked, he always paused before
                             answering. And Anna couldn’t help but be a bit 
                             suspicious. 

                                                But she took his word again. Hoping
                                                that this ache in her chest would go
                                                AWAY.