ISOLDE

I floated between darkness and faint whispers. I didn’t know if I was still trapped… or finally drifting back.

Then I felt something warm, soft, and wet.

A tear.

“Sister… please. Open your eyes. Don’t do this to me,” Elsa’s voice broke through the fog. It was shaking and scared. My chest ached hearing it. My little sister… she sounded like she’d lost everything.

Then another voice came, low and controlled. But I heard the panic buried deep.

“Elsa, let her be. ...