Before we begin, I just want to thank all of you for your support on the first chapter of this story. I really didn't expect to have so much feedback, and I don't know if I've ever been more proud of something in my life. I seriously can't thank you enough, and I love each and every one of you. You all deserve medals for being so awesome!

Spaz~

"Oh… oh, my gosh! I'm so sorry!" Elsa said, helping the poor girl to her feet. "I should've watched where I was going. Are you hurt?" The woman grasped Elsa's arms tightly for support while her knees trembled slightly to find correct footing. In this moment, a bell in the blonde's mind rung loudly until it felt as if she were shaking as well. This certain interaction between the two of them clung within Elsa's mind and bones. It felt in depth like she was carrying the entire world upon her shoulders. She grew weaker the higher the woman got, but Elsa found herself pushing harder to secure this woman's posture.

Once the redhead stood firmly, Elsa knew this girl wasn't just another fellow citizen to simply pass by. No, this unfortunate girl was a gift—a prodigy to enter Elsa's life. Surely it wasn't a coincidence that she so happened to bump into this woman. Perhaps it was destiny. The only thing Elsa knew certain was that this girl meant something immensely important and couldn't let her slip away. It was now her duty to find the meaning of this girl whether she'd be something alien or simply her only friend.

"No, no, I'm fine. But thank you for helping me." Again, as this girl spoke and faced toward Elsa, the blonde could feel a wave emitting forward a feeling which was never fond of Elsa. It struck her intensely like a brick wall. Was it pity? Was it pity in someone other than herself that made her feel a connection? Was it pity?

"Oh, no problem. Do you need anything? Is there something I can do?"

"Oh, no. I should be fine." she answered.

"No, please, let me help you. Where are you headed? I can drive you."

The girl seemed astonished, "Wow. R-really? I mean… are you sure?"

"Yes, please, I'd love to help you…" Elsa paused. "Love? Love!? Really!? …Love… Love!" she then thought. A tingling sensation ran through her body.

"What was that?" the girl asked, wondering the reason why the person in front of her had gasped.

Elsa snapped back, not realizing she had actually muttered sound, "Oh, yeah. Sorry. Anyways, let me give you a ride."

The girl smiled, "…Thank you… I would like that a lot. …Nobody has ever done this before." she spoke slow and quiet.

Elsa put her hand to her chest, "Well, I'm glad I can help. Here, come with me." The woman immediately grabbed hold of Elsa's hand as they started forward. With her right, Elsa reached across the woman's back to her furthest shoulder. Together, they walked roughly ten meters to Elsa's car. The journey seemed the length of a decade to the blonde. All throughout her mind were questions of the woman in which she held. She found herself quickly wondering about what seemed like an unbreakable chain linking her towards the girl. One specific word bounced around in her head, but it battled with her fantasies. Did Elsa love this woman? No, it would never work out. But what about the intense feelings that never had she felt before? Why did she feel like she couldn't leave her unlike anybody she's ever seen and met? Did it mean anything when the girl held her hand? Why did she want to keep her?

Before these questions could be answered, the two of them stopped at the side of her car. Elsa slowed the two of them down. With a warning of her step to the curb, she opened the door and safely sat the girl in the passenger seat. Elsa swiftly sat and started up the vehicle.

"So where are you headed?" the blonde asked.

"Home. Meg Avenue, please."

"Great. That's not too far from here at all." Shortly, they were on their way.

"So again, I can't thank you enough. I mean, really, this is just outstanding what you are doing!" the girl said about ten seconds into their drive.

"Oh, yeah, no problem. I'm glad I could help you. …And I'm sorry for bumping into you like that. I should've been paying attention."

"Nah, it's OK. It happens to me quite regularly, as you can probably tell by now."

"Oh… that can't be true…" Elsa said awkwardly, attempting to lighten up the mood.

"Well, unfortunately for me, it is…" the girl said slightly depressed. "Say, you're not going to take me into an alley and stuff me in the trunk, right?" she joked.

Elsa giggled, "No. Believe me, I have no intentions."

The redhead giggled as well, "Good."

"So what's your name?"

"Anna."

"Anna… Hm, that's a pretty name."

She giggled again, "Thank you. What's your name?"

"Elsa."

"Elsa… I've never heard of that name before. Elsa, you have a beautiful name."

The blonde nearly gasped again, "O-oh… well… th-thank you."

"So, Elsa, how long have you lived here? What's your life all about?" There was a short pause before anything else was said. The blonde thought about everything she had went through as a child and how she completely ran away from home. For a while now, she's known peace and would rather forget her past.

She sighed, "Sorry, but I'd rather not talk about it."

Anna became much quieter, "Oh… I'm sorry for asking."

"It's fine. I believe we're here anyway. What number is it?"

"Five hundred."

"Alrighty then." Elsa concluded, pulling up to the house on the side of the road. She helped Anna out of the car and carefully walked her up the small hill, which followed up to the door. They climbed the three steps before Anna knocked on the door. Suspense rose within Elsa. How would Anna's guardians react to Elsa? Anna, so far, was the only the second person who had not yet hurt her in some way. Elsa never knew what receiving kindness felt like, so she had set herself a defense—one to prepare for her worries.

The door swung open, and a woman just above the size of Elsa, with her brown hair in a bun, stood to welcome Anna. She smiled with a greeting and gave her a hug before seeing Elsa, who stood only a foot behind and to the right of the redhead. Elsa and the guardian stared at each other for a bit, both with the same confused kind of look.

"Elsa, this is my mother, Iduna." Anna introduced. "Mom, this is Elsa." The blonde and brunette shook hands, though spoke no words. The silence between them was not of anger or disgust, but rather wonder. And though she could not see, Anna could definitely hear the lack of communication, prompting her to ask what was wrong.

"Mother? Elsa? Is everything alright?"

"…Yeah…" Iduna softly spoke. "It's just…"

"I have the most vague sense of Déjà vu…" Elsa finished with the brunette's sentence.

"Yeah… Anyways," the mother said, breaking out of her daydream, "pleased to meet you."

"You as well." Elsa replied.

"Mother, I met Elsa on the street this morning. She saw that I needed help and offered to drive me home." The blonde blushed, looking off to the side.

Her mother smiled greatly before speaking, "Oh, how sweet of you." she said to Elsa. "Did you say thanks?"

"Yes, mama, I always do."

"Huh, mama…" Elsa thought. "That's what I always said."

Iduna spoke up again, "Would you like to come in for tea? We always enjoy company." The blonde blushed again.

"Are you sure?"

"Oh, yes! Come inside! We have plenty!" she said walking into the kitchen.

"Forgive my mother. She does this with everybody. Come on in!" Anna said. Elsa was hesitant, but she entered and took her shoes off accordingly. She approached the kitchen and saw Anna's mother sifting through her cupboard on the opposite side of the room. She noticed the kettle already boiling. The woman must've already been planning to have tea.

"Excuse me, I'm just going to go take a quick shower." the redhead said, now walking away from the blonde cautiously with her hands in front. For a second, Elsa panicked. She couldn't already be left alone with her mother, but she most certainly couldn't keep Anna from doing so. She was barely able to talk to someone without being insulted or the conversation extremely awkward and quiet. Seeing the redhead fade into the shadow of the corridor, Elsa now wished she left when she had the chance.

"What kind of tea would you like?" Iduna called.

"Oh… u-a-um, um… Sorry. Just green tea would be nice." the blonde hesitated as she grew more nervous. "Wow, Elsa. Way to screw that up." she thought angrily at herself. The mother poured the water in after and handed it over to Elsa. She said her thanks before the brunette spoke again.

"Please, sit." she said, gesturing to the table. Elsa sat on one end of the table as Iduna sat on the other. For a moment, silence became upon them with only the splashing of a shower in the distance accompanying them. They sat hushed, bobbing the teabag in their cup repeatedly. Among this unfortunate trial, Elsa looked to the side knowing this was what she feared. There was only silence. She felt stupid, knowing she looked stupid.

"So how exactly did you and Anna meet?" a voice broke across the table. Elsa became red, panicking again. For a split second, she wondered if that voice were referring to someone else, though knew she was the only other person in the room. Elsa had to answer. The only thing she hoped was to not look like a fool.

"Oh, u-um… Sorry. Well, we kind of just bumped into each other on the sidewalk… I was, uh… turning a corner and was looking down, so… I didn't see her. I didn't realize until after that she was… blind."

"Yeah… Bless her poor soul. I just want her to be happy, you know?"

"Yeah, it's got to be tough living like that."

"You would think, but Anna acts like it's not even there. It's almost inhuman how well she copes with it. …I guess I shouldn't be surprised, though. We come from a past of optimists."

"Oh, well, that's always good." Elsa replied, then staring back down at her cup.

"So what you do for a living?"

The blonde hesitated again, "…Well, I make art."

"Oh, amazing! An artsy girl! I bet you love that!"

Elsa tried to hide a smirk, "I do." she said lightly to keep sheltered her humility.

"And that works out well for you?"

"It does."

"You live with anybody? Boyfriend? Husband?"

Elsa's tiny smile vanished, "No, only a dog."

"Oh, what's her or his name?"

"Shfix. He's a Border Collie."

"Aw, that's sweet. …Um, if you don't mind me asking, is there something you may be holding back? I can't help but notice you seem quite timid. And I know it's not just anxiety."

The blonde looked to the side again, "I'd rather not talk about it."

"I understand. I'm not bothering you, am I?" the brunette asked. Elsa was rather quick to speak all of the sudden.

"No, no. It's alright. I haven't had a talk like this before. It's actually… really helping me."

The woman giggled, "Well, I'm glad I could help. I am a therapist after all."

The blonde puffed laughter, "Makes sense."

"Mom," a voice then said from the side, "you're not making Elsa uncomfortable, are you?" Anna was seen standing near the door, now in blue pajamas.

"No, Anna, we're just chatting." her mother responded as well with a chuckle. "Say, Elsa!" Iduna then faced the blonde, pointing her finger. "Anna's been looking for a friend recently and works at a children's clinic near a museum, which I assume you must visit."

"Oh, mom, don't say that!" Anna blushed.

The blonde's eyebrows rose, "Yeah, I visit them quite often. Which one?"

"The one off of Ariel Drive. I'm not too familiar with the name."

"Oh, yeah, I know that place."

"Well, maybe you and Anna could hang around sometime." Iduna proposed. Elsa actually broke a smile, though not knowing what feeling pushed her to do so.

"Ye-yeah! That'd be great!" she said, perhaps too excitedly.

"Splendid! What's your number? I could text you from time to time to see when you're available."

"Yeah, that sounds awesome!" the blonde agreed, giving her the digits.

"Alright then. I guess we shall see you next time." Iduna concluded, standing up to watch Elsa out the door. Elsa stood alongside her and made way to the front.

"Yes! Definitely! Oh, and thank you so much for inviting me in for tea. I've never been treated with such kindness." Elsa said, cracking the door open.

"Oh, it was my pleasure! Hopefully we can do this again soon."

"I do, too." She shook the woman's hand for her gratification, "Again, thank you so much for this!" She then took Anna's hand, not anymore frightful of what thoughts came to mind, "And, Anna, thank you for letting me help you! I look forward to meeting with you again!

The redhead was undeniably bashful, "Yes, and to you as well!"

"Take care, you two!" Elsa left from the porch with the wave of her hand. Iduna and Anna waved to her as she entered her car and slowly drove off.

Roughly two and a half hours had passed since Elsa arrived home. She sat silent in her undergarments only thinking about the day that transpired over her. She didn't really understand what she was feeling at this moment or how to embrace its touch, but a warm aura began to form throughout her. She didn't know whether to welcome it or to push it aside, even though its intentions were pure. Completely, Elsa knew this, but her past and the people who abused her built a thick barrier around her.

But Elsa continued to think some more, and suddenly, it struck her. Elsa knew what was confusing her, though it the truth may have just been worse. Elsa thought of Anna, knowing full well she loved her. Loved her…

This was no simple attraction toward another being; this was downright love; perhaps that's why it took so long for Elsa to understand. It was the first time in all the ages of torment that Elsa actually loved somebody not of her own flesh and blood. However, "How could it ever work out?" kept replaying in her head.

The blonde's head began to cramp at the excessive amounts of thoughts popping into her brain. She decided to get some sleep and see how things would play out in the next few days. Still, it would seem these certain thoughts would be harder to dismiss than Elsa thought. To rid them, the blonde stared at the ceiling with her hands rubbing together. She quickly took a breath and opened her mouth to speak.

"Mother… if you're up there… I want to say thank you for giving me this chance… I love you, and I miss you…" With her final word leaving, Elsa felt a tiny pit in her chest begin to open; she needed something—someone to hold. The blonde looked off to the side, and past a table did she see Shfix lying on the carpet. Her hand reached out, and by the snap of her fingers, he awoke.

"Come here, Shfix…" Elsa said in the softest voice she could muster. The young dog made his way over and sat at the side of her bed; he looked somewhat anxious into her eyes. "Come here…" she said, patting the open space on her mattress. The dog blinked a couple times, nervous of his actions. The poor Border Collie only placed his paw upon the mattress, unsure of what he committed. Elsa sighed.

"We've been over this already. Up." she said, but the dog only switched his paws; it was never his fault, though. Elsa picked him up under his arms, lifting him to the bed. Shfix quickly curled himself up before his master could even lie back in her place. Elsa watched and sighed again. It wasn't his fault. It was never his fault. She nudged closer and wrapped her arm over him. Her face buried into his forehead, and by the closing of both their eyes, sleep quite swiftly embraced them.