i swear i'm not elsa

Hi! if you know me then you know i wear gloves and i'd like to say this isn't a fashion statement and i'm not cold blooded XD i simply wear these because my anxiety does this to me. now because i best describe stuff in stories here is a short one to give a little insight.

her hands shook, it was getting worse, the gloves helped her with control but they where in the wash. salty heavy crimson drizzled down to her finger tips, her eyes sunk as she stood there watching the warm blood abandon her body due to her own lack of self control.

this sounds darker then it is don't read 2 much into this and now i have spares of gloves so on laundry day this scenario won't happen <3