When Karla had fallen asleep last night, she and Elsa had been clinging together right outside the train station, waiting for the train that would take them away from this terrible place forever. Karla had just murdered someone to keep her sister safe, the first person to ever die by her hands, though those same hands had lit plenty of fires in the
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Her brain wasn't quite awake yet, either.
"No Anna, town doesn't go there, put it back where you found it." Back? Town? Wait... Anna? No, that wasn't...
Elsa woke up with a start and a gasp, promptly scrambling backwards and falling off the bench. Elsa did not wake up gracefully, apparently.
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Right. Good.
"Anna... can't really move towns," she offered, holding up her hands a little in a silent, polite gesture to say she was declining the offer of help. Her tailbone would have thanked her to accept, yes, but her nerves most certainly wouldn't. "She's my younger sister. When we were little, she used to wake me up with the sunrise, asking to play."
She pulled herself to her feet and winced. Oh, her bottom wasn't happy with her right then at all.
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"You have a sister then?" she asked with a little bit of envy. "I don't. I'm an only child."
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