[It says a lot about Elsa that, for all the apathy and the bitterness that have been piling up as the weeks go on... she doesn't scoff at any of that. She's lost all hope, yeah, and she doesn't really believe any of that, not anymore... but it's still a nice thought. A wistful, unreachable dream.]

I can't speak for the others, but... I don't think happily ever after is something I'll be able to reach now. Without Anna, my sister... the person I loved most in the world... [Her voice cracks at that, arms pressing against her stomach as she curls into herself.] Without her here, I-I can't be happy anymore...

[She'd been able to bear it when her parents died, because however far apart they'd grown, she knew Anna was still there. But now, without Anna... there's nothing left to stop her from crumbling.]