JESSIE
There's nothing normal about Elsa's sister's visit. Something seems off, and it's the fact that Elsa's sister is a ghost; she's here, but she's not alive. How do I know this? Well, because if a normal human walks up in here right now, they won't be able to see her; all they'll see are me in a costume and a girl who looks like she's been drained of blood by nocturnes.
She stands tall, in a floral dress that touches the ground, her hair is so long they reach the knees, and she looks majestic. She looks like the older version of Elsa.
I never thought I'd see her sister… here. What could she be doing here?
"No." Elsa mouths after staring at her sister, awestruck for the longest time. She doesn't want to believe it's her. "You're dead, you are not here. You are gone."
"Yes, I am little sis. But it's me, your big sister. I was permitted by Tawaret to come here to talk to you."
"Talk to me about what?" she asks in a quiet and calm tone.
