Prologue

My name is Elsa.

I feel like that's always a good way to begin a story; a nice solid introduction. It gets the point across right from the very beginning and nobody has to be kept guessing about who's even telling the story. Mind you, it's always important to know who's telling a story. If you had a handful of people who were to all sit down and tell you a story, I would imagine that they would all tell it differently. Everyone has their own way of explaining a situation, that's probably because different details mean different things to different people.

I might sit down and tell you about a very special moment that I shared with my sister, Anna, but I promise you that she would tell it in a very different way.
I am not implying that my dearest Anna is a liar. She is just very goofy and her story would end up being very silly because those were the details that were the most important to her.
I am not as carefree as my sister, however, so I imagine my story would end up being a great deal more serious.

At this point, I have a hunch that many of you would be wishing that she were the one telling you her story. People like to laugh, therefore, people like reading stories that make them laugh.

But this is not Anna's story.

It's mine.