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                     _{Optimism and naivety — two qualities Elsa, unfortunately, hadn’t been blessed with; from a young age, she’d been ripened by the circumstances she was placed in, thus causing the lack of rose-tinted spectacles by which she expected to view the world by. Elsa was robbed by the very thing she was meant to have as a child — a childhood. She was robbed by her misinterpretation of the ability she’d been given, viewing it as a curse when in reality it was the opposite. For a moment she wanted to laugh at everything that ensued; a decade or so was what it took for her to have the realization that thawed her fearful heart. If she could, she’d turn back time and do it sooner.}

           _{But either way, none of that really mattered as of the moment. Though she hadn’t been able to experience a much longed for childhood, Anna had been able to, despite its scarcity. And now, Elsa viewed it as a gift in disguise that they’d be going sock sliding ( whatever in the world that would be ) for finally, she’d be able to bond with her sister and experience a fragment of the childhood she’d missed.}

            _{“Oh, and what might that be?“ she queried, an eyebrow quipped at the unfamiliar term. Was that supposed to be a game of some sort?”}

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          Sock sliding. Something Anna had developed since she was young. She had the big ballrooms all to herself and she thought that it was no use of having it and not having any parties be thrown there. Anna remembered looking at the nicely polished floor of the ballroom as she could she her reflection smiling back at her. That’s when she took off her shoes and started sliding here and there. She thought it was almost similar to ice skating (although she couldn’t even figure out the latter).

          Most of her days without Elsa were spent like that. Playing nonsense games, looking at the clocks, talking to the paintings and other inanimate objects, jumping up and down on the couch. But none of them managed to fill the hole inside her heart. It was hollow for thirteen years and it felt even emptier when Anna stood in front of Elsa’s door, her fist hovering on the door as she gathered up her courage to knock on it.

          "I wouldn’t call it a game, Elsa,” Anna smiled cheekily. “It’s a sport. It’s easy, don’t worry about it! It’s almost like Ice Skating.”

          Anna looked down at Elsa’s feet, beautifully wrapped in ice slippers. “I think we need to get you some socks first, though.”