"I did," Elsa says. The memory of all the times she hurt Anna still pains her, more than she knows how to say. She wonders sometimes if anyone else understands the special sort of hurt that exists between sisters, if they don't have one themselves, and how much she would give for her sister if she could.

"I hurt her badly when we were young. And then I... avoided her for years, and hurt her again. I almost killed her." It's hard to say without crying, though Elsa has grown practiced over the years at keeping such pain locked inside. Even now, when she's more open than she once was, she hides as much as she can. "But that doesn't always stop someone from really loving you."