Korra would be the first to admit that she doesn’t really understand it. Or — that’s not entirely true. She’s known the difficulty of speech muted and stuttering communication, of being unable to say things that she only wants to scream about. Between pride and terror and a sense of service to others that has driven her to faults, Korra hasn’t always been in the habit of divulging the locations of her hurts, weaknesses and softer spots, not all of the time. She can understand that. But it’s never stopped her from trying anyway. ‘You haven’t upset me! I was thinking more about you, honestly.’
And trying she is. After her injury, Korra had spent a lot of time on her own. Too much time. In some ways, it had been productive, but in others, only destructive, and more than once she’s wondered about how much more smoothly she might have gotten back on her feet had she reached out. Had she not been so adamant on enforcing her own isolation for so long. It’s not always easy to be the one who puts their neck out first, if that’s the kind of thing that this is about. Which is alright! Because if that’s the kind of fear that Elsa is facing, well, Korra’s already been wrestling with that for a very long time. Besides, opening up to others is a natural inclination of hers, ever the social, communally-minded kind. Her smile flares wider, like sunshine winking through gaps in hanging mist, and it’s barely conscious as reaches around for the kindest words.
‘Don’t feel like you have to mince your words is what I’m saying. You could just tell me if I was bothering you or if you wanted space — we all do sometimes, right? I wouldn’t flip out. But if I’m not annoying you, then there’s not a reason we can’t make friends if you want to, even if you haven’t made many before. We all start somewhere! ’
there are usually so many thoughts roaring through her head, and they were a few moments ago when she believed she had said something wrong, because usually she does do something wrong. she’s always been used to things being her fault, all of her sisters birthdays that were spent locked in her room, and Anna sitting on the other side of the door begging for her to come out. and of course she could never say she DIDN’T want to come out to be with her sister, but it was better if she didn’t. it was s a f e r. if she’s alone, there’s no one to hurt, and no one to hurt her and she’s grown up thinking that that’s the way to live because she’s different than others really.
her brows furrowed when the other said she was thinking more about her, that’s not something she’s ever paid attention to, she’s always tried to stay invisible just so others wouldn’t think about her. but now that someone was well she wouldn’t say she disliked it, but in some ways it made her feel guilty. she didn’t want to impose on anyone, or waste their time because their mind was on her.
her hands wrung around her forearms, a small shrug is given as she glanced down at the ground, which is soon followed by a nervous chuckle. ❛ i’ve had ‘space’ my whole life, i don’t know how much more i can handle. you’re not annoying me at all, i promise — i’m just not used to these sort of things. ❜ after the accident with Anna on the ice one day, she had no idea what a friend was, her only friend was taken away by her parents and she hadn’t known how to react. and she swears she is trying her best to get along with Anna and be there for her, but some memories don’t go away and only cause her to fall deeper into the black hole of her mind.
in norway, her only friends were the snowmen she made at night outside while everyone slept. she would always sneak past the house keepers and spends hours in the snow, the snow felt more like a home to her than her own room. blue eyes slowly followed back up to meet the others, a slight twitch of her lips forming into the smallest smile, one she hasn’t had in a long time. in some ways, Korra reminded her of her sister, especially the energetic and bubbly side of her, but there were times when she needed peaceful and Korra possessed some of that as well. ❛ friends — i’d... like that. ❜
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