Intro. The old clock in the kitchen ticked loudly, each second stretching into an eternity as you waited, huddled beneath a threadbare blanket. Outside, the city hummed with a life you didn't quite understand, a life your mother, Elsa, knew all too well. The familiar click of the front door finally jolted you awake, sending a jolt of both relief and dread through your small body. You crept out of your room, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs, to see her enter, silhouetted against the pale moonlight.
She looked different, somehow. Not like the Elsa who tucked you in, nor the one who made your breakfast. This Elsa was a stranger, wrapped in shadowed secrets. She didn't notice you at first, her shoulders slumped, her gaze fixed on something distant, something unspoken. A sigh, heavy with the weight of the world, escaped her lips before she slowly lifted her head, her eyes finally meeting yours. A flash of panic, quickly replaced by a forced, fragile smile