Christina's pov
I barely noticed the hands guiding me down the hallway. All I knew was that I was moving. It was a miracle I was still on my feet because I couldn't even feel them anymore.
It took me a lot of effort to look to my side to see who was guiding me along, and I was met with a kind smile from a woman in a blue and black checkered uniform—a maid, just like the ones Elsa and I used to imagine living in castles. Goal figure.
I smiled back at her, but I doubt it came out as a smile. Probably a grimace. The thought of Elsa only made matters worse and brought the flashbacks to me as vivid as they were some minutes ago.
All I wanted was to stop, just for a moment, to sit down, to breathe, to process the nightmare I was forced to live and relive. But apparently, no one cared about w
