"... And so I told her, 'I made it so that Sven could get through the day without getting upset' and she looked at me like I was crazy cuz she thought the toy was a fucking dildo- hey, you alright?"

Anna felt a hand on her shoulder, but she didn't remove her gaze from the alcoholic beverage, and neither did she stop the circular movement of her fingers on the rim. She was paying attention, first of all. She was just too tired to respond, that's all.

She sighed. But her best friend was talking, so she might as well just spill out the beans. "Ariel. Is she your girlfriend or something?"

Kristoff laughed, heartily. "What's the matter with you, saying strange things like that?"

"Ah… that is strange, isn't it? She wouldn't like you…"

He flinched in pretend hurt. "Ouch. Since when have you become such a bitch?"

Anna sighed, propping her cheek against her fist. "Yeahhh… when have I become someone I'm not?"

Kristoff didn't respond to that any further. She knew how her best friend was looking at her. Kristoff may be a huge idiot sometimes, but some idiots could be too caring for their own good. "Are you still…" He didn't say anything further.

Though, even Anna knew what he was going to ask. So many had asked her that question already and yes… the answer was always no. She figured she could also be quite an idiot sometimes, but nobody was stopping her.

Not anymore.

She stared at the ring that embraced her ring finger tightly. It was about time to take it off, but the ring always gave her a sense of nostalgia. Ah, nostalgia and hurt. She could easily just take it off and forget all the things that made her so miserable but… perhaps, this was what she really deserved. Misery.

She sighed again for the third time. It was almost as if she was just wishing for the sighs to make her grow older so she could die in a ditch. "You'd think I'd be over it by now…" She rubbed her fingers on the ring. "I'm not, and I'm just being plain dumb. Am I dumb, Krist?"

He looked at her with pity. "Anna, it's been months since then. Have you talked to her, at least?"

She chuckled. "Talking won't fix our situation. Like I've always said… she lost the love she had for me." A bitter smile formed when she turned to look at the man. "It's really that simple."

"Do you really believe that?"

"Would she ever lie to me?"

"I don't know, Anna… but if you keep thinking these things, you won't be able to move on as easily."

Maybe I don't want to. I just want my life back.

She took a sip of her drink, the cube of ice clinking on the glass when she placed it down. Maybe Kristoff could be the voice of reason right now.

Anna had been taken one too many drinks (in reality, just a few sips could make her tipsy) and all she could do was just listen and not be a douche about it. Yes, her heart was bitter, her mind was in a clutter… but she had ears that could take in every word with good intentions. And she would always do things with good intentions.

Elsa taught her that, and naturally, she was born with it.

"I can't. I have Olaf, remember?"

"In her custody."

"Yeah, but he's better off with her. I'm not responsible enough. And like I said… I love my son too much to forget about her." She paused. "I mean, who could ever forget about her…?"

"Geez, I've never seen you this lovesick."

Groaning, Anna gently banged her forehead against the wooden counter. "Yeah, it's nauseating…"

"But anyway." He placed a hand on her back. "Drink like there's no tomorrow and forget about your lovesickness. I can grab a cab for us."

She waved him off, mumbling under her breath with incomprehensible words. Oh, Anna was already drunk enough. "Let me just… dig a grave and die there with her still in my mind."

"Nah, you got work tomorrow with the Weasel. Dying is a no go."

She clenched her chest, turning her head against the table to stare at him. Of course, visions were already getting blurry. "Dying is better than to feel this heartbreak in my heart, right?"

"Okay. Nope. You are drunk already." He scratched his head. "Guess you can take only baby beers, huh?"

"You're stupid."

He slowly got up and grabbed her shoulders to lift her up. "Nice, we can do more playground insults tomorrow."

"Yeah, fuck you."

"... Momma… is sleeping?"

"Yes, darling. Don't bother her alright? Did you finish your homework?"

"No… I really can't see her?"

"Later, honey. School starts tomorrow so why don't you go get your homework started. I will bring you snacks later alright?"

"Okay!"

Shut… up… Anna groaned as she rolled over to her side in bed, her arm raised above her head. She moaned again with the sun blasting against her poor eyes. Lemme guess… two drinks and a few… and I'm getting hangovers… what a surprise. It really wasn't a surprise, and neither did she want to open her eyes to torture herself any longer.

She pulled the blanket over her head with yet another weird, tortured noise.

"Anna…" She felt someone shake her.

"Mmm…"

"Anna, get up, please."

"Shut uppppp…"

Silence. Ah, exactly what she needed. Now a few more snoozes...

"Honey, wake up." A hand… a very cold hand went under the blanket… under her shirt, and pressed flat on her tummy. Anna immediately burst out into laughter, her body jerking away as soon as the hand pulled away as well. Oh, only one person knew she was ticklish at that one spot. And before Anna knew it, she turned to see Elsa grinning at her with beautiful pink cheeks. "Good afternoon."

Anna blinked, looking around before answering. She was… back home. In their - in Elsa's bedroom. Ah… no wonder why she didn't want to get out of bed. Not with Elsa's scent lingering anyway. Anna's heart sunk just slightly. "Uh… afternoon?"

"You slept all morning."

"I slept all morning…" she repeated to herself, still completely dazed. "I slept all morning?!" Anna violently ripped the blanket off her, sitting up… only to experience a wave of headaches plowing through. But that wasn't important now. "Weselton's going to kill me!"

"Anna, calm down, you're not going to work today."

One blink. Two blinks. Anna glared at her in confusion. Her head was throbbing even more suddenly. "I'm not?"

The blonde raised an eyebrow.

"Right, I'm not. And why am I not?"

Elsa sighed. "You know you can't drink, yet you drank until you were throwing up without even knowing. Kristoff brought you home."

Damn bastard. Anna grumbled to herself, looking down to see her clothes had been changed. "You… changed me."

"Like I said, you were throwing up."

She grimaced. "I… don't want to imagine what happened."

Elsa chuckled. "Well, get up. I made lunch, and you need to take your pills."

Right. Anna watched the woman get out of her room silently. They were… acting so normal. Like nothing ever happened. Like Elsa was still her wife that loved her.

The redhead sighed, putting her head in her hand. Kristoff… was just a bit too nosy. But Anna couldn't complain. She got to see Elsa.

With that thought in mind, Anna got out and walked down the stairs to the dining room after having to take ten minutes to clean herself up. Olaf was with his crayons, humming a little song to himself with a bowl of pretzels and juice beside him.

Anna hadn't… been home for quite a long time now, but nothing seemed to change. Elsa was in the kitchen, Olaf was doing homework on the table, a cartoon was playing in the background, and the clock was ticking. Yeah… everything's normal.

She knew she could come home whenever she wanted to see Olaf, but she knew, Elsa was only saying it. Mostly, she was just afraid of being home.

She smiled at the sight of Elsa grabbing two plates of sandwiches to the table. Their eyes met. "Come down, will you? I made you your favorite."

Olaf perked his head up and immediately turned, his smile also widening. "Momma!"

Oh, how could Anna get so negative with him around? "Hey, buddy!" She quickly got down to pick him up in her arms. "How are you doing, little man?" She walked to the table.

"Good! I'm doing homework!"

"I can see that."

Olaf pressed his face into her neck. "Momma, I missed you." Oh. Olaf would never say that. He was always so optimistic, waiting for his momma to come pick him up from school. Anna glanced over to Elsa, who only smiled gently.

"Yeah, I missed you too, buddy. But I'll see you tomorrow, won't I?"

"Mhm."

"Alright, now why don't you get back to work. And finish your snacks too." She put him down, but not before kissing his forehead. Olaf could always take away any pain Anna was feeling.

Sighing, she took a seat across from Olaf and her mother. A plate of sandwich and a glass of water was sitting before her. Ah, she missed Elsa's cooking, it always looked so appetizing.

Anna's stomach growled, prompting her face to glow red and Elsa to giggle. "S-Sorry…"

"No, don't be." The blonde sighed, turning to Olaf who offered her a pretzel. Smiling, she took it, popping it in her mouth. "You must be hungry to have your stomach growl like that. I doubt you ate anything yesterday too."

Anna scratched her head. Oh, she couldn't wait any longer and began to take a bite of her sandwich. Gods… it was almost like she was tasting her mother's food, but… "A-Actually, I didn't eat, yeah. So this is…" She gulped. "This is really, really good."

Elsa chuckled again. "I'm happy you're liking it." A pause. For the moment, Anna didn't care for the silence and continued to satisfy her poor stomach. Elsa stared down to her plate. "Anna… may I ask you, why you were drinking like that?"

Oh. The redhead froze, putting her sandwich down. "Uh… just, you know, having fun, that's all." She didn't dare see how Elsa was looking at her. Elsa had always had sharp instincts… she could always tell what Anna was thinking. But this time, Anna wasn't allowing it. Elsa was always looking at the right way… always finding out what was wrong. But clearly, she - they had been too blind to see what was wrong in front of them right now.

Anna started picking on the edges of the bread. She only had eyes for the ring. "I, uh… Kristoff and I were just-"

"Kristoff and you were drinking because of me."

She finally eyed her. "No, I-"

Elsa's stoic expression had left her frozen. Where was that gentleness that she had before? "We've changed, Anna."

We? Looking down, Anna shook her head. "We didn't. You did."

They just… continued to avoid each other. Elsa placed her hands together, her fingers rubbing on the others. She sighed. "Olaf, go to your room, okay?"

The boy picked his head up. "What?"

"Room, please."

He frowned, turning to Anna. "B-But… Mama…"

The redhead grinned. "Listen to your mother, alright? I'll check up on you in a minute. And show me what you were drawing later, okay?"

Just slightly convinced, Olaf mirrored her… well, undoubtedly fake expression and gathered his things before running back up to his room. And now, it was just quietness that surrounded them, and only the echoing of rustling leaves and chirping of birds sounded outside of their home. Huh, their home. Anna felt as if she had just slept in a stranger's home right now.

"I was…" Elsa started. "It's been… well, almost a year since then, right?"

"May 14th. How could I forget?" Anna got up slowly, unable to control the bitterness that shown in her eyes. "How could I… ever begin to understand what happened?"

"You need to, Anna." Her pitying eyes were just unneeded, first of all. "You need to… understand that our marriage… our happiness was not how it was. It all changed… we were nothing but two strangers leading different lives under the same roof, Anna."

Anna turned away. "No, I loved you. I still do - "

"You're blind, Anna." Blind?

The redhead squinted in curiosity. "Blind? I… We… We had a good marriage for seven years, Elsa. How could I be so blind to marry such… wonderful, beautiful woman?"

"'Good', you say…" Elsa nodded, whispering. "I don't know, Anna. I don't know…"

Before Anna could even retort, knowing that she had gotten quite angry right now, the front door slowly opened. "Elsa, I'm home!"

They both turned almost simultaneously to see a tall man with a suitcase and a duffle bag. Anna froze. She… hadn't seen him ever since the two had been introduced to each other a few months ago. She remembered that time, she didn't quite care. Oh, but Anna was good at hiding her emotions. She learned that from a special someone. That person was quite lovely.

"Hans?" Elsa exclaimed. "You're home…"

With a big, bright smile, he left his baggage on the ground and came up to Elsa. "I told you, didn't I? Coming home today afternoon." He leaned into kiss her… which she received with no problem. Anna clenched her fists together, turning away. She used to kiss Elsa like that… used to hold her around her waist like that…

Elsa was giggling. "Silly me, how could I forget?"

"Oh, not so smart anymore, huh? How's Olaf?"

"He's upstairs. I'm sure he'd love to see you."

"I got him toys." Elsa frowned, prompting him to roll his eyes. "Yes, again. But for good reasons!" He put his hands around her waist, before turning to Anna. "Anna! I heard you drank a lot yesterday. You alright?"

Anna nearly wanted to throw up. She grimaced instead, forcing a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Welcome back, Hans. I guess I should go right now."

"No, Anna, stay," Elsa pressed. What the hell was she doing? Anna didn't want to stay to… see that. It disgusted her.

"Yeah, Anna. At least, stay for dinner? I haven't seen you in awhile, I wanted to see how you're doing," her… boyfriend added. Oh, it just rolled off her tongue so harshly. Anna just wished she could just punch him in the face but… she had to show face for Elsa.

She sighed. "No, I… I gotta go. I'll grab a cab, don't worry." She gazed at the blonde, and nothing felt more heartbroken when she couldn't even see Elsa as her own… but to see two individuals holding each other, and one of them wasn't herself. "I'll see you and Olaf tomorrow."

Blind, huh? Maybe...

a/n: mysterious...