A/N: A short and sweet one-shot.

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"Whoa Elsa..." Anna's voice was a surprised whisper. "Why are you picking fights with my asshole of an ex?" Her brows knitted with concern as she knelt in front of her older sister.

The platinum blonde was cautiously seated on the closed toilet lid. "He was talking bad about you, Anna. What was I suppose to do." Elsa muttered while she glared down at her shoes.

After a quick glance at the unsavory bruises scattered across Elsa's face, Anna snatched a hand towel from the closet. She held the piece of cloth under the sink - turning the sliver knob to carefully dampen the towel. Dabbing the wet cloth to the bleeding gash on Elsa's cheek brought a return of ache to the platinum blonde that she'd tried to forget. Each time Anna pulled the hand towel away toward the sink again, Elsa could hear the lovely sound of her sister's soft humming.

"What was going through your head?" Anna's turquoise eyes were full of sympathy as she peered up at Elsa. "Hans is twice your size, Els." The white cloth now a deep crimson, she tossed it aside, retrieving another one from the closet.

Elsa clenched her jaw at the searing pain. "It was stupid... I know."

Anna gently cupped her palm over her sister's swollen cheek. Elsa's tense form instantly became lax; gradually closing her eyes as she savored the feel of Anna's soft and cool hand on her burning skin. The loving gesture was brief, causing Elsa to open her eyes in disappointment from the lost of it.

"Your face is so puffy and messed up." The strawberry-blonde giggled. "Mom and dad are going to be so furious."

"Shut up, I was defending you." Elsa stated as she sheepishly drew patterns on the bathroom floor with her foot.

Placing her hands on her sister's taut shoulders, Anna forced Elsa to meet her eyes. A playful smile tugged at the corners of Anna's mouth when she titled her head up to capture Elsa's lips in a tender kiss. Elsa's heart pounded franticly against her chest. Her younger sister's lips felt like sheer silk as they moved easily with her own. The shrill pain of the black eye and swollen cuts that painted her face, were forgotten at that moment.

Breaking apart from one another, Anna attentively rested her forehead against Elsa's. An excited and naïve grin portraying on Anna's features - making Elsa feel lightheaded and carefree.

Anna soothingly caressed the pads of her thumbs against Elsa's jawline. "My knight in shinning armor."