Loved - Trapped

Loved - Trapped

Elsa was trapped. There was no way out. Her eyes searched her bedroom for a way out.

She looked at the fireplace, but that would be messy to climb. Mama would yell at her if she got her dress all dirty.
There was the window even if she was four stories up. She could make an ice slide or something. But she couldn't, not only because people might see, become scared of her and kill her. 
The door was locked. From the inside. She had locked it herself. Elsa was trapped and she wouldn't trade it for anything. 

She was trapped because it was Anna's birthday and Anna was right outside the door yammering on about everything and anything no matter how trivial.

Elsa couldn't leave. Anna's voice was a stronger bond than rope or steel. So Elsa sat against the door and listened to the best little sister ever talk about the paintings in the gallery. Elsa was a little worried that the paintings were talking back to Anna. Poor Anna was so lonely. Elsa didn’t want Anna to ever be lonely.

So she stayed hunched against the door. As a sad little snow fell in her room, it was taking all the control she had to have it evaporate before it reached the floor, so Anna wouldn’t see. Occasionally, she would hear Anna's mouth by the floor checking to see if she was still there. Elsa bed was getting a nice blanket of snow on it, as were the desk, side table and windowsill.

Anna shoved some of her sandwich under the door to share. Elsa didn't touch her sister so she would not hurt her beloved little sister. 

How little Anna could talk so much was beyond Elsa's understanding. Anna described everything about the present Elsa had left in front of Anna's door in the middle of the night. No detail was too tiny not to mention. 

Anna should have a happy birthday. Outside, going to the market or something. But no she was stuck inside talking to a locked door. Elsa was such a terrible sister. She just wasn’t not normal, she felt like such a monster right now. But she could move either.

Eventually the sky began to darken and their parents came and took Anna away for soup, roast and ice cream. They promised to bring some to her later.

Elsa thanked them, shakily stood, tottered over to her bed and flopped down on the pleasant snow.

She was exhausted and now could not hold back the gentle soft sad snow that fell on her floor now. She hugged her doll close and sobbed into her pillow because there was nothing but tears left for her to express how she felt. She wanted Anna to be happy and just keeping Anna safe was everything she could do.