i loved the responses from the last chapter. they made me feel awesome (and a little guilty, so kudos!) don't fear, though. all will be revealed. These sorts of chapters are really good looks into Anna, and this story is about her. more happiness and fluff to come! (and one more reminder that this is elsanna!)

You don't have the willpower to contact the Disability Services. You have money saved away, so right now, all you want to do is absolutely nothing, snuggled with Joan.

Kristoff comes calling twice, and that's only because you haven't been picking up the phone. You manage to send him away the first time, but the second, he refuses to leave. He even sits outside your door for half an hour until you decide to let him in.

He doesn't even say anything, which is what you thought he'd do. He comes in and makes a sandwich for both of you, and then cleans up the whole kitchen. You have been neglecting the cleaning, and you know you should feel a little bad about the state of the apartment, but you don't. Kristoff doesn't judge you. You move to the couch and you don't talk as he puts on every Marvel film you own. You ask if he has work, but he doesn't really answer. He says, "You're more important," and it just makes you feel worse, because you know you're really not.

With no one but Kristoff to talk to, your phone is forgotten beneath magazines and books, strewn across your coffee table. You only really used it for work, and now that's finished, you don't have a need for it.

You try not to dwell on that thought, because it just makes you sad.

As if that isn't bad enough, three days into your new-found unemployment, you get your period. You thought you'd been dealing with everything, but the surge of hormones makes it even harder. You're achy and tired, and it's times like these that you just want a hug. Kristoff is good, but he's got his own life. You can't call him up every time you feel a little down because it doesn't work like that.

It's a Thursday when you get a strange visitor. Thursday afternoon, more accurately. You've done nothing but lie around and watch Netflix all day, and it shows. You have your comfy track-pants on because they're comfy and you don't wanna get blood on any of your nicer clothes. The weather is cooling down, so you have a thin sweater on. You aren't wearing a bra, and you haven't bothered to do your hair. You regret that decision as soon as you open the door.

Elsa.