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Anna of Arendelle enjoys the sun (alwaysinthesun) wrote in wariscoming,

"I don't know what I want." She said a little sharply. These types of conversations were ones she wasn't very good with. She'd lived most of her life in solitude so she didn't have much preparation for them. What she did gain from it was an overly thick skin that wouldn't allow her to cry or break down in front of him if that was what he was expecting from this meeting. She was too proud for that. Even after all the death. She'd dealt with hers and Elsa's parents death in solitude and maybe that was what she needed for this. She didn't know how else to react.

"How is it okay? How is it any form of okay that I can't sleep anymore at night without the light on?" These days she kept it on to keep the shadows to a minimum. She just rubbed a hand through her hair finally and left the game alone in frustration. "Fine. Yeah, good. Space. Space is fine." She didn't know if space really was fine or not. She knew he didn't deserve her silence, but she didn't know how else to deal with it, so she agreed.