Anna had been cherishing the tranquility the moment she had woken up. The fact that she was able to open her eyes without feeling dread coursing through her veins while the sun warmly painted her skin was something she never thought she would experience again. The thought never occurred to Anna that having someone's arms wrapped around her body… feeling the remnant of that warmth still dyed on her skin would make her stop questioning all of her own actions. But it happened.

Was she glad that it happened, she wasn't sure, because it felt like she had just experienced whiplash from all the intensity she had been feeling. Finally, she questioned her own actions.

Waking up, the first thing she saw was the stretched shadows of birds sitting on the balcony through the thin curtains. Their songs blessed Anna's ears… and the first thing she felt was someone's breath on her back. Someone's arms wrapped around her waist. Someone. And then, after a short while, emptiness. That someone had gotten up early. The realization had struck her… that she was back home again. That her wife… had made love to her.

Oh God.

Anna could barely turn, having her fingers placed against her mouth to stifle her crying. Though, the most obvious sight - if anyone was looking - was her shoulders trembling. She shut her eyes, blanket clenched to her chest, remembering the light kisses placed on her shoulders that morning when her wife had awoken. Remembering the way Elsa had ran her fingers through Anna's hair… remembering how she whispered, 'good morning, I'll let you sleep a bit more', to her. She loved it. She loved every part of it… but why did it hurt so badly?

She let out a trembling breath as tears rested upon her eyes, but was quickly startled when she heard footsteps trudging up the stairs and the door creaking open.

"Anna, sweetheart, it's time for breakfast -"

Immediately - no hesitation - Anna turned her attention to the blonde. As hurt as she was… she also took comfort in the fact that she could always be raw and open to Elsa. The moment she noticed Elsa's eyes widening, only to soften a moment later, Anna looked away.

"Anna… oh, baby," the blonde sighed, slowly stepping closer to Anna's side of the bed. Sitting down, the woman rubbed her hand on Anna's shoulder. Those attentive eyes that Anna was seeing… showed the utmost care and genuine worry, and yet, Anna wasn't sure how to respond to that, other than to weep.

The redhead curled her body in a ball, only allowing the blanket to cover her whole… but did it matter anymore? Elsa was her wife… and Elsa, she knew, was willing to take care of her. But do I deserve it?

"Anna, what's wrong?" Elsa first asked.

"We…" Anna placed a finger between her teeth, vision blurred as she stared at her feet. "God, we… we had sex…"

"Anna…"

"Why did I do that…? Why did I let you?" she questioned, hurt and confused... but beyond that, she felt joy - and it was joy that she never imagined having. It felt like she had been freed, and it was something that she just wasn't used to feeling. She glanced at her wife for a moment, expecting the same hurtful gaze, but all she saw was perfect warmth in her eyes.

Suddenly, she didn't feel the need to avoid her… suddenly, she didn't feel the need of wanting to push Elsa's touch away. Suddenly, she knew Elsa's feelings were honest and truthful.

"Anna…" the woman shifted closer, her hand, this time, running through Anna's hair, "I just wanted you to be happy. I know you have a lot on your mind. I know… you still have crumbs to pick up, but I will help you. I wanted to show you how much I love you, and I know you did as well. It may not have been the best way, I know. And I know how much in chaos your mind is in right now, but I'm here for you…"

"Elsa, we fucked…" Exasperated, she squinted.

"And if that hurt you, I'm sorry." Elsa looked down to her lap in shame, her fingers squeezing Anna's shoulder once before letting go. "I'll get out of your hair right now -"

"No -" Anna quickly grasped Elsa's wrist. "No, please… I don't want you running away again. I just… I missed you."

The silence, warm and nostalgic, felt quite nice when it was just the two of them… when Elsa's frowning lips softened into a smile. From there, from just laying in bed, watching the sunlight drench her wife's back, she noticed how angelic and how much more beautiful Elsa was. Seriously, perhaps it was true, people really could appreciate beauty the older they were. And Anna very much appreciated how soft Elsa had gotten these past few months.

The hand on Elsa's wrist fell to hold those fingers. And with much effort, Anna barely smiled. "I… I don't know how I'm feeling. I just broke up with her…"

"I know."

"And I made love to you hours after what happened, and… I'm not sure if I was incredibly drunk or if I was just lonely… I-I'm so confused." She sighed, dropping her head down in shame.

"Anna, do you love me?"

"What?" The redhead, shifting her attention back to Elsa, caught the seriousness in her wife's expression. "Of… Of course I love you."

"Then that's all you need to think about. That's all you need to know." She paused, and Anna relished the feeling of when Elsa slowly joined their lips together. Surely, it was a small kiss, but it was the most familiar and most forgiving kiss she had shared with her wife. Having her eyes fluttered closed for a moment before opening, all she saw was the joy in Elsa's eyes and smile.

The blonde ran her fingers on her freckles. "I know you have a lot to think about. I'm here for you."

"What about Meg…?" Anna responded. It was a nagging thought, and while she knew Elsa didn't like the sound of that purely based on the way Elsa had looked away - whether in contemplation or jealousy, Anna still waited for an answer. Anything would do. Anything that would bring them closure.

"Meg… can be dealt with later."

"I… how can I face her? Ever?"

"Please, why don't you head down and enjoy breakfast, hm? Your son is downstairs -"

"Elsa, answer me. Please. Give me something. I-I… I don't know what to do."

Of course, once Anna saw her wife closing her eyes and sighing, she knew this Elsa didn't have the answers Anna was looking for. Or perhaps, that she even needed. Their small exchange of glances led to her wife's fingers running gently through her hair, and lips pressed on her forehead. Anna didn't mind it - her heart raced more than she'd ever thought - maybe even more than when she first fell in love with Elsa. Still, a bit disappointed by the silence that answered her, Anna just simply took that as a no.

"Beautiful, don't worry about that now," Elsa replied, softly spoken as ever. "I just want to see you smile again. I know you're worried, so I'll take Olaf to school today and you can stay home. How does that sound?"

She didn't like that idea at all, but what choice did she have if she was this scared of seeing Meg again? Biting her lip, eyes avoiding the only woman that seemed to care for her, she reluctantly nodded.

"Anna, I need to hear it from you. Hm? What do you say?" Elsa pressed their forehead together, bright eyes gleaming with comfort for Anna. And Anna… really did feel comforted and safe from the warmth of her wife's expression.

Trying to mirror the same smile, Anna answered, "Yeah."

"Good. Now, come, let's eat breakfast. Get yourself cleaned up alright?" With one last kiss on Anna's forehead and lips, her eyes followed when the blonde had gotten up and strolled down to the first floor.

Anna tried not to think about it, but it was so hard not to when she was all alone in the bathroom, in the shower. She had always thought she was a coward, herself. How she had no spine, no dignity, no shame… because the divorce had impacted her so much that any type of rejection meant that Anna had to accept it… and Anna should never be arguing against it. Meg was right - everything that she had said was right, and even if Anna wanted to think that she had a spine and could stand up for herself, Meg still had some truth behind her words. Or else… Anna wouldn't have even lasted this long without her.

Still… we never lasted anyway.

But maybe Elsa was right in that she shouldn't be thinking too much. Even if Elsa wasn't here to hear the whole argument, even she knew anger would lead to irrationality… and that was why Meg felt this certain way. Oh, as if Anna could ever take any of this back though. She couldn't. Not after last night.

Coming out of the bathroom, she slowly strode down the stairs, refreshed and cleaned. The only thing she looked forward to seeing was her family.

The moment her feet had reached the first floor, smaller footsteps rapidly came running right towards her with eagerness. "Mama!"

Completely startled by the soft impact of a small body meeting her own, Anna's brightly lit face came back alive. She chuckled, draping her arms around the little guy, kisses gifted all over the boy's chubby cheeks. "Oh, buddy, good morning. Sorry I came out so late."

His little feet gradually started to hop up and down, prompting his fluffy blond hair to go with the motion as well. "Mama, heh, you're home. Oh my gosh, you're home!"

"Yes, yes, I'm home." Getting up, she quickly put Olaf in her arms and lifted him up high to her shoulders. "I didn't know my little monkey could be that excited for me to be here!"

Her eyes quickly met with Elsa's as the blonde quietly got their breakfast ready. Though, nothing could wipe that smile off Elsa's face, and Anna was willing to keep this up for a little longer. We're a happy little family again, I see.

The boy giggled, placing his hands around Anna's neck for support. "Mama, I missed ya so much! When did you get home? Are you gonna stay? Do you have clothes? Did Mom agree to let you stay?"

"Yesterday night, yes, yes, and yes. Wow, buddy, you're going to exhaust your mother this early in the morning?"

He gasped. "Whah… Mama, you're really staying?"

Anna merely kept silent, keeping her eyes on Elsa, as if asking for permission to answer Olaf correctly. She sat the boy down in his seat and sat right across. Elsa eventually joined them, and while Anna still waited for Elsa to answer that question with her, she felt a bold hand taking hers, and holding it right on the table. Oh, Anna just felt so much love in her heart, knowing that Elsa was willingly talking her hand, had kissed her, and was loving her.

Olaf immediately let out another hitch of breath, his hand, almost dramatically, placed on his small chest. "M-Mom? Mama?"

The blonde gently smiled. "Mama and I… decided to get back together."

"R-Really?!" he exclaimed, nearly falling out of his seat as he continued to energetically jump up and down. "Mama, you're back?!"

The mother nodded, her lips pursed into the most wonderful, the happiest grin - maybe one of the happiest since all these terrible months.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh…" Olaf giggled, and it was like… the emotions were too much for him, that the moment Anna was about to say something, she stopped at the sight of Olaf's head lowered down, the back of his tiny hands covering his eyes. His shoulders began to jerk up and down… sniffles could be heard, and eventually, tears began to fall. Oh no.

The two parents looked at each other in shock in silence, but Anna wasn't going to keep gawking at her wife like an idiot. Immediately, she reached over to run her fingers through Olaf's hair, her eyebrows scrunched together in worry. "Olaf, baby?"

Silence.

"Honey… I'm sorry. Did we do something wrong? I… I'm sorry that we've been apart for so long."

Olaf hummed, shaking his head.

"What is it? Is it me? Did you miss Mama too much?"

He nodded. I'm getting warmer.

"You didn't like Mama being with Ms. Johnson, did you?"

He shrugged.

"Come on, can I see your face?" She paused. "Olaf… have you always wanted us back together? Did you miss us?"

Promptly, Olaf raised his head up, his smile contrasting with the tears running down her cheeks. Through his small hiccups and cries, he also giggled as he grabbed Anna's hand from his head and then placed it on his cheek. "Every night, Mama," he started, "me and Marshy would always wish on the shooting stars. My wish came true, Mama…"

Oh dear. Anna didn't have the energy to cry. She didn't have any tears left to cry anyway. But, out of joy and relief that Olaf had been overcome with happiness, she reached over and kissed the boy on his forehead, her hand still holding tightly to Elsa's. This was something special. This was something she needed to cherish… and even she knew, Elsa would want to cherish this to the very end as well.

Her lips parted in a smile as she pulled back, turning to Elsa, then to Olaf.

"Mama, Mom… do you promise not to leave me again?" he asked, honestly. And although it was such a complicated question to ask… they both had a simple answer for it, no questions asked.

Elsa leaned back in to kiss Anna's forehead, which Anna accepted with great pleasure… and comfort. "We promise, sweetie."

"Mama?"

"I promise. I can't ever refuse my little boy, can't I?" The redhead took a deep breath and began to clap her hands. "Alright! Now that we've said it all, let's eat, I'm starving! C'mon, Olaf, let see who can eat the most bacon. We haven't done that in a while!"

"Really?! Can I get a headstart?!" Olaf beamed.

"Not on my watch, you little monster," she growled back, playfully.

"Anna," Elsa's stern voice immediately froze the duo. Only for a short moment, when Elsa turned to her son, seeing how he pouted with puppy eyes, she sighed. "Alright, but there better not be a mess."

"YES!" they both shouted, Anna quickly grabbing the plate full of bacon and sunny-side-up eggs just for the two of them. "Ready, Olaf -"

"W-Wait, Mama!"

Disappointed, and hungered, Anna pouted like a child and groaned. She always loved having playful banters with her son. Still, how could she ever resist any second longer when Olaf's bright curious face was still on a rise? "Yeah, what is it?"

"I got a question to ask."

"Mm..." She eyed Elsa with curiosity, who merely shrugged. "Come on, ask."

"Okay, so…" He bit his lip excitedly, his eyes wandering between the two mothers. "Mama, Mom, what's a sex?"

It shouldn't have been so dreadful to just walk up the stairs to pick Olaf up from school. It shouldn't have been so hard to stay calm… to make sure that she had what Anna had said in mind - to not cause a scene. To just go as soon as possible. No, how could she? How could Elsa simply stay calm when her wife was hurt this badly? She had just begun to recover, but Anna… Anna just wasn't the same, and Elsa could sense that.

The happy-go-lucky personality that Anna had always put on was gone, and every time Anna tried to smile, all Elsa could see was how forcefully her wife was trying to make it seem like she was happy. Though, if Elsa ever wanted to tell Anna that she knew she was hiding it, then it would only hurt Anna further, and she didn't want that.

Especially now… while Anna was home relaxing, and Elsa had gotten up to the second floor of Olaf's school, all Elsa wanted to do was to resolve everything. Deep down though, a part of her sided with the feeling that not everything was going to end nearly well.

Luckily, it seemed like the classroom was almost empty as she neared the front door. In the very back, by the computers, with her back faced to Elsa, stood Olaf's teacher and Anna's ex-girlfriend. Her face burned with anger, but in silence, she walked in.

"Mom!"

Olaf came running to her, hugging the blonde. Elsa quickly turned her attention to her little boy, patting his hair. Although, knowing that she should be a bit more affectionate to her son right now, her mind kept her away from that task. The shout had even caught Meg's attention, and even without looking, Elsa could sense how sour and bitter that brunette felt. "Hi, baby. Are you ready to go?"

He nodded. "Mhm." His face fell just a bit as he turned around. "Ms. Johnson, may I get my bag?"

"Sure, Olaf." The teacher slowly got up and faced the blonde, her expression stoic. The air… was completely tensed up as the two glared at each other - and while it wasn't all just frowns and anger - the way they both gazed at each other emptily really described how each other felt thoroughly. It almost felt like even the students knew how dense the air became because almost everyone had fallen silent.

As Olaf slowly returned to his mother, he held her hand, staying close to Elsa. "Mom…?" He gazed up with eyes filled with worry. "Mom, may we go?"

The blonde swallowed. Her priorities were clear. She turned, bending to her knees to the ground in front of Olaf. "Why don't you go play a little while longer, okay? I have some things to discuss with your teacher."

"A-Am I in trouble…?"

"No, baby. You're not in trouble. and I… have some things to clear up." There was a feeling of unease as Olaf remained silent, and all Elsa could sense was the impending dread that Olaf wasn't just quiet for no reason. Slowly, she placed a hand on Olaf's back, fingers soothing his muscles. "What's wrong, baby?"

Olaf shook his head, his smile emerging. "Nothing."

This was it. This was something that Elsa had been waiting a long time to do - and while confrontation was never Elsa's strongest suit, she realized she was never going to get over what had happened yesterday if she wasn't going to say anything. Of course, it was obvious that Anna was definitely not going to say a single word either. As she watched those eyes burn through her back - showing no signs of anger or distrust - Elsa met with Meg's gaze for a moment.

"Go on, play a bit more with your friends," she told Olaf, standing up, meeting face to face with Meg, never taking the courage and determination off her face. And while she knew Olaf must have sensed something, seeing him hesitate to go away left her in a dire position - and, badly, she wanted to run as well. But she couldn't, and she knew she shouldn't.

As her words tried to escape, Meg slowly pushed past her shoulders, saying, "Let's talk in the office."

Even something as little as that sounded so ruthless and cold. Elsa wasn't going to just back down from that. Not at all.

Clenching her jaw tightly, she followed the teacher through the dark hall and into the light as the door to the main office opened. As always, everyone else must have left, and it was just them together. The atmosphere thickened knowing that.

And while all Elsa wanted to do was have a peaceful conversation, they both knew it was never going to happen. With the door clicked shut, Elsa eyed the woman blankly - not even a smile (although that would be inappropriate for the situation) - her arms crossed together.

Meg… almost looked bored. Uninterested. Rather than looking right into Elsa's eyes, she merely looked around the room.

And if that was Meg's plan to get Elsa worked up, then it was working. "What the hell did you do?" was her first question among many others.

At that, Meg finally looked at her, still seemingly bored. "What? That's what you're going to start with?"

"You hurt her when I specifically trusted you to love her back then. Do you even understand what she was going through last night?"

"Oh, she's the victim here? You weren't even there, Elsa, to know how much she's done me wrong."

"I know." Elsa gritted her teeth, her pupils dilating with fury. "She's done you no wrong… she told you the honest truth - she told you she didn't want to be with you anymore, and this is your reply to her? She came to me crying."

"Oh, and she should," Meg argued back. "Because you're the only person that she ever thought about, while we were dating. While we were having sex. Do you really believe she was honest to me…? To me. She couldn't even be honest to herself, and it took her two months after reconciling with you to tell me she didn't want anything to do with me."

"You knew."

The brunette scoffed. "Of course I knew… but I gave her the only love that she could ever have -"

"Love?" Elsa squinted in confusion and exasperation, her arms loosening as she stepped closer to Meg. "You called what you had for her love? Open your fucking eyes and look at how toxic you were to her. You knew exactly what she was thinking… and you just simply waited so that you could be the victim… do you know how disgusting that is?"

"You speak like you're any different than me."

Elsa blinked, her throat rendered speechless. The fact that Meg could say something like that in such a nonchalant manner was what shocked Elsa the most. After all… the two mothers promised to forget about the past, wanting to start over… but how could Elsa forget that she had done Anna so wrong as well?

As she stayed where she was, Meg came closer to her, almost breathing down on her. "You think you're faultless in all of this." The woman shook her head. "The reason why she's like this is because of you. Don't tell me you immediately divorced. Don't tell me you didn't wait six months in that house… being all miserable until it happened. You want to know 'disgusting'? What you've done was the reason why she has been like this in the first place."

"I vowed to change. While you waited for her to admit everything, I gave her advice - I let her be because she needed to do this for herself. She turned to me… because she couldn't turn to you anymore… because I've changed for her."

"Let's see how that turns out before you start doing the same shit to her again." She jabbed a finger against Elsa's chest. "Don't you come in here and start lecturing me about what I did because you have no fucking clue what I have endured. She can't take the truth? Then she shouldn't have lied to me in the first place."

Hearing everything coming out of her mouth made Elsa's ears burned, her own body trembling as if she was ready to punch the shit out of her, but she only stayed quiet because it was the truth - and the truth hurt. Though, out of the sheer need to pick up her own dignity, Elsa slapped the woman's hand away and grabbed Meg's collar, jerking the brunette right up to her face.

Her blue eyes that were once soft with shame was as sharp and cold as ice. Meg didn't flinch at all, which prompted a low growl from Elsa. "Talk about my wife like that again, and you're going to wish you hadn't…"

"Wife? Your wife? Your wife doesn't even know what she wants, and you're here to tell me about how I talk?" Meg scoffed, her fingers finding an immediately grip on Elsa's wrist. "You're no better. No, you're way worse. Don't get angry and make it seem like you're a saint in all of this because the truth is… you're not. You can't handle the truth -"

Slap. "The fact that Anna hasn't ever slapped you astounds me." Elsa shoved the woman away, her left hand stinging from the contact that it had made against Meg's cheek. Though, while still, hauntingly quiet after Elsa had spoken, Meg was left speechless. Her expression was completely unfaltered, but right now, Elsa didn't care. She was glad to have slapped her. She was glad to find relief, knowing that she was the one person that had the guts to even do so.

Suddenly, Meg just softly chuckled, her hand pressed on her own hurt cheek. "See? You can't take the truth -"

"Meg?" Unbeknownst to both of them, the door had creaked open, and Hercules had just come in. The man merely blinked as the women turned to him, watching as Hercules frowned… watching as he neared Meg and placed his hand right her cheek. "Whoa, what happened? How did you…"

Meg pursed her lips in a comforting smile, only to let it disappear a moment after. Her eyes gleamed darkly at Elsa before saying, "It's okay. It's not too bad."

And for Elsa, confusion had drawn right onto her face. She eyed the two in silence - in shock - when the man leaned in to kiss her cheek, and she had completely frozen up once he turned his nauseating gentle face to her.

"Hi, nice to meet you," he outstretched his hand, "I'm Hercules. Meg's boyfriend."

Infuriated by the sight, Elsa completely disregarded him, her own face hot red with fury, her fists shaking on her sides. The courage of wanting to beat the shit out of Meg had been overtaken her disgust. "What…?" she whispered, squinting in exasperation. The man turned to Meg in cluelessness… and even Elsa could see how much Meg really did not care for all of her wrongdoings. Elsa had said nothing else as Meg had walked closer to them, her hand searching for Hercules. Elsa knew exactly what this was about.

She shook her head in disbelief, but she knew she should have expected this. She should have known Meg was not up to any good… or that she hadn't been faithful. But who was Elsa to say anything? Who was she to say that it was wrong when she had done the same thing? Still, if she could let this go, she'd be a monster, and she just couldn't hurt Anna any more than she was.

"What is wrong with you…?" she finally asked, merely a whisper.

"Don't even ask me that, Elsa. You know nothing."

Elsa's chest felt like rocks had been crushing on it for hours, her throat constricted with the need to cry. Her heart felt like it had been crushed into a million pieces, and it wasn't because of the fact that Meg had been unfaithful… it was the pure fact that Anna would know about this… and the moment that she had just been fixed back up, she would be shattered broken once more.

Rendered speechless, Elsa took a deep breath, her brain wracking helplessly on what she wanted to say next. "If you ever loved her… you wouldn't have done the things that you did. You just lost all credibility and everything that I thought you were going to be for Anna. I never… ever want you coming near Anna again. Don't you ever come near my fucking son ever again. I want nothing to do with you, and you better want nothing to do with any of us."

Not caring for whatever Meg wanted to say next, Elsa immediately pushed her way out of the office, stormed right into the classroom. She shouldn't have looked so frantic, but if she could just stop thinking about that bitch, she'd look just fine. Leaning against the opened door, Elsa nodded to her son who had picked his head up from playing. "Olaf, we're going home."

As always, she always enjoyed seeing the smile on Olaf's face, but now… she couldn't even be bothered to feel happy. Her mind swirled to the moments of those past two months… thinking about how Meg had known all along that Anna hadn't felt the same way as she did… thinking about how Meg had treated their son. How badly… Olaf would be treated.

Still, Elsa had her doubts because otherwise, Olaf wouldn't be smiling the way he did.

"Okay!"

Coming home was almost exhausting, mentally and physically. She had tried her best to entertain her son, but all she was thinking about how to tell Anna the news. And from the way she was gripping the steering wheel as she drove home with Olaf sitting in the back, drawing on his notebook, she thought she was going to break it. A part of her, though, was relieved. Relieved that this was all over. Relieved that Anna had forgiven her. Relieved that they were all safe and sound, and back into each other's arms.

Once they entered the house, Olaf immediately dropped his bag on the couch and went straight to the kitchen for a snack. The whole floor was empty, but she knew there should be one other occupant here. "Anna?" she announced, "Olaf, I'll be right back, sweetie."

She strolled up to the stairs, peeking into the bathroom to see no one. Confused, she walked down the hauntingly quiet hall - which had been lit up, showing signs that there was life - and opened the door to her bedroom.

There, Anna was sitting on the floor against the bed, her redhead barely peeking out as she had been facing the balcony window. There was something so sweet and gentle with Anna just sitting there… only, what surrounded her were a bunch of cardboard boxes, papers, and photos. There was something so… normal about what they had.

Silently, Elsa slowly came up to her, disregarding how messy her room was or that Anna hadn't even turned on the lights in the bedroom. "Busy with something?"

Anna immediately picked her head up, her smile forming. "Hey. When did you come back?"

"Just now." She lowered herself to sit beside her, her eyes wandering. "What are you up to?"

"Oh, just…" Anna had a stack of photos in hand, flipping them through. "Looking through our pictures. Maybe I should frame the ones I put in that pile. They looked cute." She nodded to the left of Elsa, prompting her to turn and take those in her hands as well.

Looking back, all Elsa could see was the happiness and joy they had in that marriage - a marriage that Elsa thought she wanted no part in any longer. She couldn't see that happiness back then… she couldn't appreciate Anna's smile, and now, she realized the divorce had only made things more miserable for everyone.

She flipped through photos after photo of big events, small events, just the two of them being cute, being funny… being so in love. She shut her eyes, her throat constrained.

"You know," Anna began, "I never thought… you wanted me back. I thought you were done with me through and through, and all that time, I kept wondering what I had done wrong to make you feel the way you did. I mean… look at this," she showed a picture of them together, basking in the sunshine, laying on the grass with perfect smiles on their face, "it looked like nothing was ever wrong between us, right?"

"Anna, I'm sorry."

Anna quickly blinked, turning to see the heartbreak in Elsa's eyes… how apologetic she was. And those tears were rushing to stream down Elsa's cheeks like waterfall. "W-What? O-Oh my God, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings! That wasn't what I meant - I-I," she dropped everything that she was doing, her hands coming to cup Elsa's cheeks warmly, "e-everything's in the past now, Elsa. Forget about it. Please?"

Elsa shook her head, eyebrows arched and trembling with stress. "Anna, I…" She held her wife's wrist, and while tears still blurred her vision, she had her full attention on Anna. "I don't know how to tell you this…"

"What? Tell me what? Did I do something wrong again -"

"No, God, no…" Elsa whimpered, and just after, she managed to gather herself together with a deep breath. "Anna, I… I talked to her."

Even without looking at her, Elsa could see Anna's worried look hardening with an empty expression. "Oh," was the only response.

"Anna… she was unfaithful to you."

Anna could barely look at her. No shedding of tears, no sign of heartbreak… it was just the mere blank look she had like she had expected this to happen. But deep down, saying those words meant Anna was broken once again, and Elsa could see right through that even if, with the very best of her abilities, her wife was trying to hide it. "Was it with that teacher?"

Elsa bit her lip, nodding. "Anna -"

"It's okay." She smiled tightly, mirroring the same action, her fingers combing back Elsa's hair. It was strange - it felt strange to feel Anna being the one holding her, soothing her… because it had been Elsa doing that for the past few weeks. And, although, it all just seemed so foreign, she found comfort, knowing that Anna was still here. "It's all in the past," she continued. "No matter what she had done, it was me that shouldn't have been with her in the first place. Then, she wouldn't have been like this to spite me… to spite us. I'm going to move on, Elsa. With you, with Olaf. I'm just happy we're back together."

Slowly, Anna had pressed their forehead together, arms hugging Elsa, and without another thought, Elsa had done the same. She didn't deserve how forgiving Anna could be, but she knew, in order to move on, forgive and forget was the answer.

"I love you. I will always love you," Elsa whispered.

A prompted smile gently appeared, and those aqua-colored eyes met with hers. "'Till death do us part, right?"

"'Till death do us part."

"Mama?!" The two pulled away only to grunt and groan once their little boy had jumped right on their lap. His giggling quickly drew smiles across their faces, but all his attention had turned to his Mama. "Mama," he giggled, his hands placed on Anna's cheeks, "I missed you."

"I missed you too, you monkey," she roughly ruffled his blond hair, lips peppering kisses all over him.

"Mama, heh, what are you doing? Oooh… pictureeees…" His eyes gleamed with interest as he looked around the floor. "Ooh! Pictures of Mama and Mom!"

Elsa couldn't help but laugh as she let Olaf take those photos off her hands, finally settling himself to sit on Anna's lap, her wife's arms wrapped around the boy securely. For a while, they just simply admired him doing little bits of commentary here and there, studying each photo closely.

"Oh! Mom, is that Disneyland?!" His face brightened up even more as he showed her the picture, his hands waving in excitement. "You went to Disneyland with Mama?!"

The woman simply chortled, her fingers running through her boy's hair. "It was when Mama and I started dating. I never went before, so Mama decided to take us to a week vacation there."

"Whoa… Mama, can you take us there? Please? Pleaseee?"

Anna seemed to be a bit taken aback from how energetic Olaf was, especially for the evening, but how could she ever refuse Olaf? Elsa saw the shock in Anna's eyes glow softly as she stared at Olaf, but once they had met with each other's gaze, they didn't even have to say anything to each other to understand that road to loving each other was going to be hard. They still had a lot to learn from each other… and Elsa was completely committed to showering Anna with all the love that she deserved.

While Anna simply wanted permission from Elsa, her only response was to shrug in acceptance. After all, after everything, they all deserve a break.

"I guess we're packing our bags tonight."

a/n: wow... what a journey. epilogue coming right up soon!