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[audio] cold metal

[The whole broadcast is accompanied by the clank of metal and a sound like cracking, shifting ice. Elsa is clearly pacing around her room.]

Someone, please--something has happened to me, I-I don't...I'm in some kind of metal, like, like armor. It's a curse...some kind of curse, it has to be.

[Her voice gets markedly more frantic.] And Anna! I keep seeing Anna in that--I don't know what it is. The black box. She's alone, she's in danger, and I can't reach her! I have to help her. My sister...

[She's silent for a moment, taking time to metaphorically breathe and calm herself down.]

Someone--please tell me what is going on.

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[Evelyn nods and waits a long moment, knowing the same quiet agony, having experienced it before with regards to her older brother.]

...why don't you tell me about her?

[she finally asks after a little while, voice brighter.]

Your sister, Anna?

Anna, oh. She's... [She stops. How is she supposed to explain her complicated relationship with her sister? And more than that, it's occurring to Elsa now that she doesn't know that much about her sister anymore. She knows her personality and she knows what she was like as a kid, but it's been years since they had a conversation that consisted of more than just "Hello, how are you," "Fine, thanks."]

She's...rambunctious. Hyperactive, even. She's always happy and excited about something. Heh...she never used to get enough sleep when we were little. She'd always wake up in the middle of the night wanting to...

[But that's a painful memory. She doesn't want to think about that either..]

She's kind, friendly...rather naive. Very silly. She tends to think with her heart instead of her head.

[Being the younger sibling in her own family, Evelyn has heard similar reports made about her from Jonathan. Always waking up at odd hours, insisting that there was a planetary alignment to watch, a fortress of pillows to build, a book to read. This Anna sounds a lot like her - or how she used to be, at the very least.

All of us are naive at some time in our lives.]

I'm all too familiar with that, [Evie smiles, or thinks she does...it's hard to tell when you're a suit of armour.] A romantic at heart?

[Older siblings are supposed to take care of the younger siblings, set an example for them--help them grow up. It just wasn't possible for Anna. There are so many things Anna missed out on, and all of it is Elsa's fault. She wishes she could have been there for her. But how could she, when she would only hurt Anna all over again?]

She is, yes. A dreamer. I...worry about her. She's been sheltered all her life...well, I suppose both of us have. She's going to make mistakes, and I...I just worry.

Do you know...the day I arrived here, it was my coronation back in Arendelle. We'd opened the gates and there was a huge party... [So many people. It was terrifying.] Anna was so excited. Even with all that's happened, her spark hasn't gone out.

[Whoa there, friend, it sounds like someone is being a little too hard on herself. Evelyn takes in the information about the coronation, the younger sister and her excitement. The sheltered life.

...well, she can definitely relate to that.]

What sort of things have happened?

[She asks gently, sensing a little discord in the story.]

[She's quiet for a moment, figuring out how to frame what happened without giving it all away.]

...She doesn't remember it, but she was badly injured when she was little. She could have died. It was a...difficult time for everyone and we sort of...grew apart because of it. Afterward, the gates to Arendelle were closed, so we never had visitors from the outside. She was never able to interact with children her own age. And then..two years ago, our parents died at sea.

I think if it had been anyone else, dealing with all that, they would have just...frozen their own heart. [She should know.] But not Anna.

...Elsa, I'm so sorry,

[she can relate on some level, at least - her parents died when she was very young. It was hard on both Evelyn and her brother, but Jonathan took it somewhat worse and turned to drink.]

What about you, though?

Thank you for your sympathy.

[She does still appreciate it, even years later, after reading all the letters from the nobility and hearing it again and again from the servants. It's still hard to think about.]

...What about me?

...well, you've told me quite a bit about your sister. You obviously care about her.

[Which begs the question:]

Why did your city shut its gates?

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