"Don't push me away, you need me!"
And how Elsa knew that. She could feel herself falling apart, breaking at the seams, only held together by the icy patches haphazardly placed in her grief. More than anything, Elsa wanted to let Anna in. She wanted to reach out, to cry in her sister’s arms because their parents were dead! How was she supposed to deal with this on her own?
The suspended snowflakes around her gave a simple, silent, answer. It wasn’t a question of how. In fact, it wasn’t a question at all. Elsa was volitile, dangerous, especially in grief. She wouldn’t allow Anna to be hurt. Not like this, not now, not ever. But even so. Elsa knew this isolation was probably hurting Anna worse than anything else.
It was just…….she didn’t know what else to do.
"I- I’m sorry, Anna…" Elsa choked out, palm flat against the door between them. A sparkling pattern bloomed from her touch. "I do need you, but I just- I can’t. Not now.”