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Elsa's P.O.V.

It's been an hour already and Phoenix still hasn't come back. Don't worry, Elsa. She'll be fine. She just needs a little time. Why am I so worried about her. Overprotective. That's probably what's going on. During the whole time she was gone, I just sat on the couch while Anna just jumped around and played. According to her I had a serious look on my face. Therefore, she tried to cheer me up by doing anything she knew would make me laugh. Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door. Must be Phoenix. I opened the door to find Phoenix bummed and sad.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"He . . . he doesn't love me the way that I love him." A tear gently rolled down her cheek but evaporated before it reached her chin. To see my sister disheartened killed me. How could that loser break my sister's heart like that? He was definitely going to pay.

"Come in," I said bringing her into the house like a lost baby bird. Like a baby phoenix.