[Anna's been coping. That's really the only word for it, and even then it might be something of a stretch. She's not been sleeping much, she's been throwing herself into distractions as much as possible even while her body grows more and more ragged from injury and exhaustion. In the corner of her room is a large canvas with paint scrawled across it haphazardly; it seems Anna was trying to take a cue from Rapunzel and paint out her feelings, but instead of a happy, sunny mural it came out in blues and greys and blacks. It's not pretty, or nice to look at, but that isn't really the point of it. When Anna answers, her voice is high and thin and tired.]
Uh-huh! Come in!
[She's trying so hard, it's obvious, to be her normal self for Elsa. To smile and pretend she's fine so her sister doesn't have to worry. She can at least do that much, right?]
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Uh-huh! Come in!
[She's trying so hard, it's obvious, to be her normal self for Elsa. To smile and pretend she's fine so her sister doesn't have to worry. She can at least do that much, right?]