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  There is a long, sorrowful sigh that slowly slips out of her lungs, and 
  Aurora turns her head away with shame to avoid Elsa’s gaze. It had been 
  a desperate attempt— decidedly, the last attempt to escape her curse. It 
  had been—  foolish.  She wraps her arms  around  herself,   and  doesn’t 
  answer for the longest of moments. She’s tired, stressed, and guilty for 
  having advanced upon the other in such a pathetic struggle for some sort 
  of love to break away the curse. All she can hope for is forgiveness for her
  rash, childish actions.

                                                   She’d wanted to live.

  There’s only a handful of days left until her curse takes her, whether she 
  likes  it  or  not,  and she’s scared. She’s heard the quiet conversations 
  between everyone else, the ones about her, the ones that they think are 
  hidden from her listening. True love is the only thing that can save her, & 
  though  she’s  well-loved,  none of it seems to be the true love that she 
  needs. Perhaps there’s just no one that truly loves her. Pale fingers dig 
  into the fabric of her shirt as she clings to herself, feeling more alone than 
  she ever has in her short life. Than she ever will again. 

                        ❝ Forgive me, Elsa. It won’t ever happen again. ❞

  There won’t ever be opportunity for it again. Soon, just after her sixteenth 
  birthday, she’s going to fall asleep— and she won’t ever wake up again. No 
  one knows that she knows, and that is the worst part of it— up until now, 
  every single friend, relative, acquaintance has held that happy façade before 
  her, pretended that she won’t be the subject of an awful curse in the next 
  few days. The fact that Elsa knows about her curse, and understands what 
  she was trying to do drives a heavy pang of betrayal into Aurora’s heart, 
  though she doesn’t have enough energy left to be angry at anyone. 

✕ ✕ ┊she of ice & snow ;;

Aurora’s facial expression caused Elsa to chastise herself mentally. Usually, she was able to think before she spoke. Always mindful of what she said and how she said it, for she knew her words could be used against her. She knew that while actions did speak louder than words, there was still POWER behind words. They could move mountains and stop armies if used carefully enough.

However, before she could stop for a moment
and THINK about the words, the words escaped her lips.

          A sigh escaped her lips and she placed her hand over Aurora’s.
          How can she make things better? How can she properly explain
          what she meant? Love was a powerful magic and she doubted
          anyone truly understood it. Could it be understood at all?

❝Aurora, I                       

     Love is STRANGE. It’s difficult to explain. Powerful as it is, no one can
     truly understand it. But if there is one thing I know it is that there are so
     many forms of love, not just romantic.❞

                      ❝True love is        it is eternal. It is infinite. It is equal and pure. 
                        It is not fiery and it does not scream for attention. True love
                        is calm and collected. It is present and sometimes, because
                        of this, difficult to see. But it’s there. I know it.❞