It was the most fun that Anna had that day - the most honest she could be with Elsa. Disregarding all the horror that had happened in the marriage, Anna tried her very best to love those two people as much as possible. Trying to make everything seem like normal to Olaf.

Happily, they went to eat, went shopping for clothes… just being able to enjoy each other's company.

But on the inside, Anna was more scared to see that Olaf knew what was going on. He wasn't explicit about it. Anna just couldn't imagine what else he knew. The boy was only in the first grade, and while Meg had always said he was a smart, kind kid… that was just an understatement.

It was evening soon and the family had just arrived home. Olaf was being carried by his Mama, his giggles not only making Anna laugh too, but it just brightened the entirety of the day even more. These days, moments without hearing Olaf's laughs or his smiles was incredibly bleak.

"Mama, are we going to do that thing again?" Olaf questioned, setting himself down on the floor, his hand reaching for Anna's.

The redhead squeezed his tiny fingers. "What thing?" She noticed Elsa raise an eyebrow in curiosity too as she silently opened the door to their home.

"You know, the thing! We always try to make an art piece with food…"

"Oohh…" Anna slowly nodded. Maybe it wasn't the best idea now, seeing how Elsa just sighed.

"Olaf, what did I tell you about playing with your food?"

The boy dropped his head. "Oh… sorry, Mom…"

Anna smiled apologetically. "Sorry, kid, we don't want Mom to get mad at us again. Maybe later we can play games?"

That surely had to cheer Olaf up, and it did, as he beamed with delight. "Okay! I'm gonna go change my clothes."

She ruffled his hair. "Yeah, go do that."

Finally, with Olaf running up the stairs and the two being alone, Anna finally got to spend some… well, time with Elsa. She knew today was odd - especially with Anna being more affectionate than before. Yes, they had kissed before, but those kisses were just empty actions. Something to show that Anna still wanted Elsa by her side, no matter if it was love or not.

She watched nervously as Elsa enter the kitchen to start cooking. "Hey." She wrapped her arms around her waist, standing against doorway behind Elsa.

The blonde turned in the midst of opening the fridge. "Hi."

Her eyebrows wrinkled with worry. "Can we talk?"

She tilted her head. "Is… something on your mind?"

Anna shrugged. "No, I'm - I know today has been weird. Um, I suppose I just want things to be back to normal - not like, normal, normal, you know?" She flustered. "B-But for Olaf…" Anna took in a deep, steady breath, seeing how Elsa's raised eyebrows only meant complete confusion. "For Olaf, I wanted us to be a family. For a day. So I'm sorry if I was too... affectionate."

"I see."

"Was I… too affectionate?"

Her expression, although soft, had a hint of mystery to it. The way Elsa looked down on the ground, her arms crossed over her chest gave nothing away. And for a moment, Anna thought she had said the wrong thing. "I'll be honest… I had a bit of a moment when you," she squinted her eyes, "held my hand and kissed me, where I just didn't know what you were trying to do. I thought you were suddenly becoming bold and selfish to woo me back."

Anna was completely taken back. But she was right - Anna did want her back. Just not like this, that is. "I can't say what you thought was wrong."

"So I'm not?"

"Let's just say it's all pretend." She paused. "Olaf knows."

A moment had passed in silence, but the two of them - their mind, their heart - was littered with voices. The way Elsa's eyebrows furrowed when she looked away in confusion, her head shaking, worried Anna to bits. "He… knows? What do you mean he knows?"

"You know what I mean, Elsa." Anna couldn't take it anymore. She quickly came close to her, her fingers grasping on Elsa's. Honesty was always the key, and she had no patience to wait for Elsa to say anything else. She frowned, gazing into Elsa's blue eyes - the ones that quickly grew scared, rather than cold. Oh, that was the loving Elsa that Anna remembered. "What the hell does he mean when he said you cry? Do you cry when I'm not here?" Elsa suddenly grew tense. Visibly. Physically.

"Anna, what are you talking about?"

"He told me!" Anna twitched, squinting at the way the blonde avoided looking at her. "Why -"

"Mama, Mom! Uncle Hans is here!"

The two ladies quickly turned to where the front door was, Olaf casually opening it to let the man in. When did he get down from his room? Anna quickly let go of her grip on her ex-lover. The two stood there stiff, watching the man walk in casually. Like this was his home. Taking his shoes off. Ruffling Olaf's hair like that was his son.

Anna gritted her teeth. Damn it all. The last person she ever wanted to see was him right now.

"Hey, buddy! How's my favorite boy?"

"Good!"

He quickly swept Olaf up into his arms, prompting the boy to giggle. "Oh, Anna, you're here. Joining us for dinner?"

The redhead begrudgingly looked away. "Yeah. Helping Elsa make dinner." Her tone completely changed. Anna knew that. The hatred in her voice had to be shown to him. Though, it seemed like he had no clue whatsoever.

"Oh, you should have called me earlier so I could help out!" How could he be so fucking cheerful?

Anna glared at Elsa, whispering, "He has the keys to this house?"

"Of course, he does -"

She turned away. "You know what, I don't think I really want to hear more."

Hans slowly put Olaf down before walking towards the girls. "Go, watch some TV, I'll join you later."

"I'm gonna watch Steven Universe!"

He smiled. "You do that, buddy." Anna rolled her eyes. She didn't care if Elsa saw it - in fact, she'd love for Elsa to see how disgusted she was with Hans. Especially now with his hands on their shoulder and his breath behind them. "What are we making tonight?"

Anna stayed silent.

"The usual, Hans. But with a turkey, this time," Elsa answered. Way too cheerfully. Like she was pretending that everything was just fine the way it was. Perhaps, even better than fine! Anna wanted to vomit.

"Mm… that's my girl." Hans kissed her. This was infuriating. Especially when Anna was just inches away from them, his hand on her shoulder. If only Anna could punch him in the face, but she'd love to keep her own reputation for Elsa too.

Quickly, she gently swatted Hans' hand off of her. "I'm gonna go upstairs for a bit. Call me if you guys need anything."

"Anna -"

"Don't." The woman raised her hand to stop Elsa from saying anything else. She could just feel Elsa and Hans' eyes watching her as she strode upstairs. Really, there wasn't much to do up there, but… all she needed was some time to gather her own thoughts.

Walking into Elsa's bedroom was the last thing she wanted to do but by impulse… she just went in. She sat there - the side where she'd always sleep - her eyes gazing blankly at her open palms. She shouldn't be feeling this way. She was supposed to be happy for Elsa! Hans could give her everything that Anna couldn't. Hans could make her happy.

She started playing with her ring, sighing. The defeat that she felt when looking at the two kiss in front of her unbearable. They had done that plenty of times, yet, every time it always felt like it was the first time.

Anna slowly picked her head up when she heard a knock on the door. Gods, she just wanted to be alone. Especially if that man was going to interrupt her peace.

That smile he had churned Anna's stomach. "Hey, I thought we should talk."

Anna didn't say anything, watching Hans come and stand across from her, his back against the wall.

He cleared his throat. "Maybe it's just me but… I get the feeling that you don't… well, you don't want me here."

Anna rolled her eyes. "Now why would I think that? This is your home too." Lies, lies, lies.

Hans chuckled. "I mean with Elsa." He paused for a short moment. In that short moment, Anna wanted nothing more than to strangle him. He hadn't done anything wrong, no. The thought of someone else having to hold Elsa felt… wrong. "I understand that you were her wife, but -"

Anna slowly got up with a sigh. "You're right." They looked into each other's eyes but there was nothing in Hans that could expose anything. That could expose any dirty things he could have done. Oh, Anna could only wish. "I have no right to be angry. I'm not angry. You just take care of her, alright -" Just as she was about to walk past him, she felt a hand grasping her wrist.

"Do you know why she left you?"

Anna's eyes widened in anger, and immediately, she pulled her hand away from his. But she didn't move. She didn't say anything. She wished she could say fuck off to him, but Anna knew. She knew there had to be a reason, and she knew what it was.

But for Hans to know too? Elsa must have despised their marriage too much.

"She said you were too selfless," Hans answered. "That you care too much about her that you don't seem to care about yourself. You -"

"I know that!" Anna shut her eyes. "I know that… but now it's too late." She wanted to get out of here right now.

"She only told me because she cares, Anna."

Anna growled. "If she did she should've come to me first."

"You know her better than I do. She doesn't want to hurt your feelings. And I guess… she just wants you to change. For someone else."

For someone else? Was this always what Elsa wanted? Did she want to get rid of Anna just like that? The redhead could feel the anger in her heart dimming down to disappointment.

"I don't have anyone else," Anna pressed.

Why, Hans was telling her all the things that she already knew, was beyond Anna. They were fine for the past few days - being honest, being alright to be next to each other. She didn't need a person - and outsider - to lecture her about all the mistakes she had made.

Anna turned to the door, unable to look at him. Unable to feel the pity he had for her. "You just… take good care of her. That's all I'll ever ask of you."

"Okay, so when Olaf goes to sleep, read him this."

"Yep."

"Also, you know what he doesn't like to eat right -"

The redhead groaned with exasperation. She felt like she was getting lectured this whole ten minute of being in Olaf's room, packing things. "I got it, Elsa. Let me take care of everything." Anna grabbed the duffle bag that was filled with Olaf's clothes and a few toys.

After dinner - a mostly quiet one and a little bit stiff, considering Anna was in quite a grumpy mood - Hans went back home and Elsa took her time to pack all the things that Anna would need. She didn't think she'd get so agitated with Hans being in their home, but… she did handle herself well enough. Well enough that Elsa wasn't complaining, at least.

Olaf would be staying with her for a few days. The redhead wanted this but she'd never expected Elsa to agree. Their talk in the park was especially relieving to Anna.

To her, Olaf was the one thing that Elsa could never let go. Neither of them could honestly. As a mother, Elsa was strict, though, she was more caring and loving than Anna could ever be. At least, that was what Anna believed.

Olaf was downstairs, being told to do his homework. He was a good kid - always obeying his mother's orders. Always making sure that they were both happy, and they were! And perhaps… Olaf got that trait for Anna. All of it.

The blonde sighed with worry, holding onto Anna's arm, and squeezed. "You know I worry."

Anna smiled tenderly and nodded. "I know. But he's my son too."

Ah, it was always that line that shut Elsa's mouth. She looked away, nodding in agreement. "You're right, he is. I shouldn't treat you like you're a stranger."

But you do. Anna wasn't going to say that. "He's allergic to cats. Don't like raisins. Love carrots. His best friend is Kat. Don't worry about it, Elsa."

The woman slowly backed away and sat on Olaf's bed, her head dropping. "It's not every day that I don't see him, Anna." She chuckled. "And you're not particularly that good at cooking either."

Anna rolled her eyes. "Oh please, when you're not here, I'll be making him Kraft Mac and Cheese. I'm practically a master chef. He loves it."

Elsa raised her eyebrows at Anna, who stood against the wall. "Maybe I should pack him a few snacks -"

"I got it, Elsa," Anna emphasized. "Carrots, pretzels, juice. No wonder why he never gets sick, and you being all fit -" She stopped herself, quickly her cheeks flushed red. "I mean… you're a health freak. Not that I mind."

She sighed, chuckling. Ah, never had their conversation been so light. There wasn't a hint of bitterness, which was a refreshing start. After all, while Anna would love to speak about Hans… she'd also love things to be normal. Again. Especially with small talks like this.

"You should try doing that sometimes."

She scoffed. "Sometimes? I eat and do healthy all the time."

"Let me guess, you have… a box of leftover pizza on the table, clothes thrown on the couch, and plates are in the sink for… god knows how long?"

Silence.

"Shit."

In disbelief, Elsa continued to laugh heartily. "Well, now when you get home, you'll have something to do with Olaf. And don't speak that language with Olaf too, please?"

How could Anna forget? Elsa hated her swearing - well, other than the times where they… well, made love, but that wasn't the point. Anna crossed her fingers over her chest. "I swear, I will take care of our son, till death do us part. Good enough?"

"Perfect."

a/n: a little fluff wouldn't hurt right?