Mirrors (фемслэш)

Oh.
A very crucial detail slides into place with an almost audible ‘click’, and it feels mostly like a puzzle that has stubbornly refused any kind of assembly until she had all the pieces properly laid out. The end result could be wrong, but since the sudden realization hits with enough force to make her lightheaded… Well, Elsa figures that it’s probably accurate.
Jealous, yes. Not of Anna for having Kristoff.
But of Kristoff for having Anna.
Oh.
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(Reflection re-write. As in ‘from the top’ re-write, to the point where it’s barely the same story at all.)