Frozen
means so much to me. I could never explain it to
you; I can't even explain it to myself. It just touches
some deep, personal part of me that nothing else can.
It's the way Elsa and I both crave the same freedom, and
are too guilty and scared to chase it. It's how we're
both willing to Let It Go and leave the past behind to become
something entirely new - how isolation is worth that
desperate freedom. It's how our guilt kills us. It's
how we escape.
It's the way Hans' past has scarred him and created
so much hate in him. It's how we'd both go to such
evil lengths to find some peace - to show them that they
don't own us. It's how we both feel we deserve so
much damn more. It's how no one really ever gets it, and
probably never will.
It's Anna's love - love for fun, love for family,
love for herself, love for love. It's her bravery, and
her determination, and her adorable outlook. It's her
acceptance and her ability to understand, and how she feels
like home. It's how carefree and wise she is - because
she has had to learn that even if bad things happen, you need
to focus on the good. It's how she knows that life is to
be enjoyed.
It's losing your parents, hurting your loved ones, hating
yourself. It's breaking free and running away and finding
courage. It's escape and guilt and growth and pain and
love. It's letting people down, and it's second
chances. It's about releasing and forgiving yourself.
Hell, it's something I can't describe. But it's
there, and it doesn't make sense, and I just love Frozen
a serious freaking lot.
#emotionalwreckandlovingit