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Every minute that passed, Elsa grew increasingly disheartened of ever seeing her sister or returning to Arendelle again. Though she had hope that they would be reunited, she had no idea how that would happen or where to begin looking. Add to that Storybrooke was so strange and different to Arendelle. It was a lot to process and take in.
Her anxiety was evidenced by the small snowflakes floating around her in the library. She went to the library in search of anything that could be related to Arendelle and might tell her of Anna’s fate. It was fruitless. Just one dead end after the other. The book she went through last found itself at the receiving end of her frustration as a thin layer of ice began to cover the book.
Setting down the now ice covered book, she sighed and rubbed at her temple. She was brought out of it by the sound of Emma entering the room. “Nothing, there’s nothing here that could help me know where Anna is.” She glanced at the other blonde, frustration and the beginnings of despair present in her eyes.