Chapter 5: Ecstasy

"What the HELL is this?"

"Where did you get that?"

"Under your damn mattress."

"Elsa -"

"You tell me what the hell this is right now, or I swear to God, Anna."

Light turquoise eyes, completely exhausted and spent from just doing nothing - yes, absolutely nothing - followed the waving small plastic containment filled with nothing but white powder clamped between her girlfriend's fingers. Specks of them were wasted in the air as her girlfriend trembled angrily and fearfully, and all Anna could think was… 'oh, what a waste'.

Not, 'oh no, she found out', or 'I've hurt her again', no. Selfishly, she thought about herself, and she thought of her own greed. The wasted white powder was her life - and she didn't want to miss a single dust of it. In exchange for the unhappiness that followed her throughout these past few months, the poisonous small bag had always given her the small dose of happiness that she needed. Only, it would never last very long.

More often than not, Anna always relied on it. Her girlfriend knew… and her girlfriend would always, always tried to stop that. In the end, all Anna ever knew was that no matter what, her mind would always take over her soul - and, in the end, she would always waste her life away with that same control-freak of a mind to drift off to La La Land.

And so, the trembling never stopped. The addiction never stopped. But she had tried, always tried to make all of this work, only to have done herself more harm than good. The cycle continued to run in repetition - because if trying was ever enough to cure her own poisonous fixation, then Anna had no point being here. Trying was never enough, and the freckled girl knew it - and knew of the consequences of stop trying.

At a certain point, after months of joyful silence and acquainted peace, this was going to be found out. At a certain point, after months of happiness embedded in their relationship, she would have to face her own demon once again… and this time, she would have to pray that her girlfriend would help her. No, not anymore.

Perhaps, she had a different definition of help than her girlfriend had.

The eyes that stared back at her were full of fiery and impatience. The glistening of sapphire colored orbs was drowned in all the tears that all Anna could see was her pitiful reflection painted there.

She wrung her thin fingers together, steps being taken back, while her girlfriend stayed where she was.

"Are you going to answer me?" the blonde growled. "What. The. Hell. Is. This?"

Anna gulped, even though her throat lacked any moisture, eyes dilated on the white powders again. "I-I'm… I'm sorry -"

"Is this why you haven't been eating all week? This is the reason?" She squinted in exasperation. "You're back at it again…? What is wrong with you?" was her question, a whisper. An accusatory tone dripped purposefully, but it was an unintentional attempt to hurt Anna.

Naturally, the redhead couldn't respond in time. The guilt was riding on her shoulders like the world depended on it. The thought swirled around her, 'how could I do this to her?' but never once had she reached out for an answer. Her pride was shattered, her own will completely trashed… yet, the blonde that stood in front of her - while yelling - still cared. In her own way, of course.

For once, when she always wanted to be beside her girlfriend, all she wanted to do was run away from the guilt that always trailed behind her.

It was no use - she couldn't control herself because she stupidly depended on the substance in that little pouch. Saying that she would only take a little bit day after day wasn't any better than any other excuses because, in the end, those white dust would do her more harm than good. She knew that. But why couldn't she handle that truth rightfully? God only knows the answer.

Anna pursed her tight lips together, running her hand through her limped hair. The heavy thumping of her heart never stopped, but even with all that blood rushing through her thin veins, she was still as pale as death.

Her tongue ran dry from any words, and she had completely thrown all of her leftover dignity away. She needed this. Nobody could take this away from her.

"G-G-Give it to me, Elsa -" She stuck her hand out. "Give it to me!" Seeing Anna lunge towards the blonde, Elsa quickly took a step back, pulling the small bag back towards her broad shoulder.

"Are you serious?" her soft voice questioned. "You have no shame…"

"P-Please, Elsa -"

In silence, her jaw tightening, Elsa slowly swayed her head in disagreement. "No, we are not doing this. You did this to yourself, remember that." Without another word, Elsa rushed towards the bathroom.

Knowing exactly what the woman was going to do, Anna quickly followed behind. "S-Stop it. I-I won't do it anymore, don't flush -"

A definite growl could be heard from the blonde as she turned, her braid swaying over her shoulder. With two fingers jabbing against Anna's hurt chest, Anna felt… completely useless. Hopeless. She recognized the fact that there were so many chances given by Elsa, only ruining it in just a span of a few days or weeks. No relapse felt more hurtful than to see her girlfriend look at her in such a disgusting way. And Anna… had no control.

She stared right into Elsa's eyes, silence falling over their tense surroundings. There were so much left to be desired, and she knew Elsa wanted nothing more than a simple answer. Would pleading help as well? Would she have to get down on her knees?

But how could she? Her words, shambling in thought, had been caught in her throat in response to the bleeding anger drenched on Elsa's expression.

"You… live in my house," her girlfriend started, "so that means you obey my rules. I worked hard to get us a place like this… so we can live lavishly. So I could wake up to see your pretty smile in the morning. I give you allowance - thousands of dollars each month - so you spend them on clothes and food, NOT this. If you cannot stop meeting her… If you cannot stop and think how harmful this shit is to you… If you cannot think twice about how I would feel when one day I have to hold you in my arms because you could not respond to me…" She pointed towards the front door, scowling like a leopard. "You better get yourself out of here."

"Elsa -"

"I am not your mother. I am not your father. They are gone. I don't give a shit about any of your excuses. But, necessarily, I will parent you. I will make sure you learn." Promptly pulling away, and as Anna became frozen and stunned as she was, Elsa threw the small pouch in the toilet.

"NO -"

The sound of the toilet flushing rang between the girls like something out of a horror movie.

Anna eyed her girlfriend turning around to her in horror. Seeing the satisfaction in Elsa's eyes just felt wrong. Instead of embracing the hopelessness she once had, shamelessly, she embraced anger. "Why did you do that…?" she questioned, shoulders slouched. "Why did you do that?!"

Spiraling out of hatred and desperation, she immediately pounded her heavy fists against Elsa's chest repeatedly. "That was mine! You took away what was mine!"

The blonde winced, already struggling to stand upright at Anna's purposeful punches. Anna couldn't care less… hitting her girlfriend, spitting out hatred. Her desperation got the better of her, and she knew her girlfriend would always see right through her, as well.

It wasn't instant when Elsa had gathered the courage to stop this idiocy. But once she did, with her fingers quickly grasping tightly around Anna's wrists, she pushed the redhead right into the living room once again. "Stop - Stop that."

"Let me go!" Anna squeezed her eyes shut in the struggle, this time using her legs to kick her girlfriend.

"You're acting like a child, stop it!"

Bitter tears, unknowingly, trailed down Anna's cheeks like a waterfall, her heavy breathing growing more rapid by the second. Exhaustion completely overwhelmed her, but she continued to try to no avail. No matter how much she tried, Elsa was still stronger than her. No matter what, Elsa… was always there to right the wrong.

A short moment passed, and eventually, Anna was pushed right against the couch, her girlfriend sitting right against her lap, looming over her with anger and intimidation, hands still squeezing Anna's tired wrists by her sides.

"You stop that right now, Anna Andersen. You need help. You need a lot of help," the blonde spat.

Was Anna ever going to listen though? She would have openly sought for help… and only because Elsa was there, she didn't. She didn't because once upon a time, having to meet Elsa, she swore Elsa would be the reason she would stop. She swore… her capability and willingness to stay strong against a substance that had ultimately made her weak would have to continue to be stronger for Elsa.

How many months had it been since she had sworn that oath to herself? Six months? Eight? Oh, the poor girl's mind had been so clouded from any judgment for so long, she had eventually forgotten what it was like to be so determined.

"Get off me -" she whimpered, still gathering the strength to wrestle away from Elsa's tight grip.

"Anna, stop that right now. You can't keep going like this. I can't see you drown -"

"I-It's easier said than done! You threw away the only thing that would make me happy. You did this! I hate you -"

Her voice was muffled, her body tensed, and the moment she felt warm lips pressed against her own, all words were at a loss. Sure, Anna could feel the softness, could feel her girlfriend's warm body flushed against her own, but she was too angry to want it. Though, she was too weak against her girlfriend to even push away as well.

With cold hands still locked to her wrists, she had no chance of pushing the blonde away. The kiss was sweeter than honey, but all Anna was able to taste was the bitterness hiding behind that sweetness. Whether she liked it or not, didn't matter to her if all she ever thought about was needing that pouch.

She whimpered against her lips, eyes closed… but, finally, after seconds of Elsa against her… after drowning in her scent, she relished the fact that Elsa had shut her up with a tender, passionately kiss.

Her heart demanded more, but she knew she didn't want more. Emotions spiraled out of control, and all Anna managed to do was bite hard against Elsa's bottom lip.

Hissing with hurt, Elsa promptly pulled away in silence. Her light brows met together in a cold glare, long finger swiping the bottom of her lip to find it completely broken and bloodied. It didn't seem to matter at all though. And Anna was not at all apologetic about it.

As the hushed atmosphere continued to thrive, their eyes met each other with nothing but both anger and coldness. No words needed to escape. They both knew how furious they were with each other with different reasons… but Anna forgave that. Anna forgave her… because, deep down, she knew she was in the wrong. She knew… she had to try harder.

Her hands, while still placed to her sides, tingled to touch her girlfriend. Maybe to slap her… maybe to just feel her… the feeling was conflicting, but she embraced it. Never once had their eyes left each other… and it was always just like before. Like how they always had been.

Sweet blood still dripped down Elsa's hurt bottom lip, but still, her girlfriend leaned in once more, and Anna had let her. Rendered speechless, all Anna could feel was her girlfriend's nose brushing against the side of her own and wet, sticky lips caressing her own with tenderness. But in the end… it was all to stop the fuel that lit this fire in the first place.

If Anna minded one bit of this, she would have lost more of her mind than she already had. Unmoved, unfazed, Anna felt hands wrapped around her wrists once more. This time, she realized protesting against her girlfriend was no use, and she found her own arms raised above her own head.

They never stopped touching each other. They never stopped enjoying the sounds of their kisses drowning their thoughts, never stopped appreciating each other's sweetness - especially, as messed up as Anna was, enjoying the faint sweetness of the copper-tasting blood. Her tongue reached out for more in appreciation, with eagerness, and Elsa had let her.

With her precious broken lips widening, with their chest pushed against each other in an attempt to relish the music that was their hastened heartbeat, all Anna ever wanted now was to give Elsa her apology. To make the blonde feel right for the wrongs Anna had done.

Her own soft tongue silkily swept across her girlfriend's bottom lip, catching every last drop of blood that she could. Without words of apologies, this was her way of saying it. Her way of making sure that they would be okay… and Anna would continue to work hard to stop her own abuse against herself.

Fingers slowly traced the veins on her wrists, as cold as they were… feeling just as warm as well. And only then, with one last kiss, their eyelids fluttered open like butterflies. The sapphire eyes that were once colored red with anger, became a gentle blue for Anna. Once in a while, Anna would be entrapped and entranced by the way Elsa would admire her and do the same (but she wouldn't know that), and this was one of those alluring times.

Almost as if they understood each other, they still hadn't said a word. Of course, while the pleasure was just as pleasant as all the times they had wanted to love each other, a suppressed part of them also still had the fire burning inside their chest.

Once having to pull away, Elsa looked like she had just been born out of the heavens, fell to the sky, and of course, realistically, hurt as hell. The expression she presented was exactly one that Anna expected to see - sternness… but even that was beautiful.

One by one, her own cyan eyes were drawn at the thin pale fingers picking on the buttons of the blonde's shirt. And with button separated from each other from the top… all Anna relished was the bare skin, snowy and white, gifted for her. Her full bosom trapped in a lacy black bra, her sharp and hallow collarbone, her strong shoulders… toned stomach, beautifully thin arms…

And the sight was just alluring as the thin fabric danced off Elsa's body. Anna, though, continued to fall in love with those attentive eyes, never moved… and never had blinked. She was more than appreciative that she would do anything in return for the love that Elsa was filled with.

Her own upside-down lips slowly submitted to a smile. Expectedly, Elsa didn't react at all.

Instead, the woman simply leaned back down… lips pressed upon lips, thumb drumming against her the redhead's chin… and she was okay with that, completely. All they needed was to feel each other… and all she wanted was to understand her girlfriend a little more, and vise versa. And if a kiss wasn't going to do, then it would have to take a lot more than just learning from each other through a simple kiss…

It was gentle, it was tender, and it was slow, and it was everything that Anna wished to have in their relationship. This time, keeping Elsa's words in the back of her head, thinking about their future together, she mindlessly promised herself once more for the endless amount of times - 'I can't break her heart again'.

Perhaps then, if she kept that promise, she would enjoy these kisses more often.

It seemed like it was just yesterday. Their home smelled like lavender and warmth… if warmth ever were a smell. The background noise consisted of the television, the chirping of birds sitting on their balcony, or perhaps, there would be a peal of small laughter whenever someone was talking in the phone with a friend or an acquaintance. Granted, they had quite a big pool of friends - but once upon a time, they were so fixated with each other that none bothered to ask them to hang out.

Oh, pleasantry was really hard to come by, but when it did, they were both basked into it with all their glory.

This time though? Well, the afternoon sun danced into the living room from the balcony window, the wind gently rustling the flowers outside. The afternoon news was on, and once in a while, she would more often than not hear a short attentive response that consisted of 'hm', 'huh', 'mhm' to the reporters. And, of course, it was also a reminiscence of the past. Elsa… always had a knack of doing that whenever she was concentrating on something.

Still, while Elsa occupied herself with learning about recent events, Anna was also making them a mean sandwich. It was quick work, so it would take a special set of skills for someone to really mess up a turkey bacon sandwich - Elsa's favorite, as well.

Ten minutes later, bringing two plates to the coffee table, Anna eyed the television. News of the White House glared on the screen. "Enjoying it?"

Elsa pursed her lips in concentration. "Mhm."

"What's interesting to you so far?" She plopped down right beside her, setting her plate on Elsa's lap. "I made you your favorite."

The blonde, still concentrated, pressed a finger against her lips. "Is it really that often that politics are on the news?"

Ah. Anna wasn't too smart on politics either. "Well, I guess, nowadays, people just care more about it."

"Both princes got married."

Anna hummed. "One of them is more recent. Like actually a few months ago."

"Ah."

"Come on, eat before it gets cold. Aren't you hungry?"

"I am." The blonde smiled - and it looked absolutely adorable whenever she did smile. Her eyes were still stuck to the television, gleaming with interests like a complete child, as she took a bite of the sandwich… and it was just one bite. She was back to watching the news again.

Though, as much as Anna wanted to roll her eyes, how could she complain about it? She was learning, relaxed, and she was being entertained without even trying so hard to entertain her. At that, the very least Anna could feel was satisfaction. So she remained quiet, allowing Elsa to take everything in just from the TV. Eventually, she'll ask me questions…

The past few minutes consisted of Anna eating in silence, mindlessly watching the screen, and answering questions when Elsa needed answers. Though Anna knew she couldn't be a very reliable source, Elsa still listened attentively - even asking for opinions.

With a full slice of the sandwich eaten, eventually, the blonde had let out a sigh, head dropping down. Even from that, Anna realized what was up, so she turned her attentive ears and focus to Elsa. She also grabbed the remote and turned the volume down, her own plate placed on the coffee table.

"Are you ready?" Anna asked, legs crisscrossing together.

The woman nodded, and the once-spritely smile she had was gone.

"Where do you want to start?"

"I…" her fingers wring together in a tight hold with anxiousness, "well, how… how did we meet?"

That was her first question. A great question, but it was something Anna would need time to tell. Still, Anna willingly had to keep the story short and give her all the details at another time. When she finds out we're more than just friends, of course.

"Mmm," she eyed the ceiling with a smile, "I guess that's a good starter. We met when I was… I think, a wee sophomore in college. You were in the nearby Starbucks. I kinda didn't have enough money so you were kind enough to help me pay when you saw me arguing with the barista."

"Was I… a designer at the time?"

"You were just starting, actually. You didn't have your own office - I guess you were still buying coffee and retrieving papers," she answered nonchalantly. If memories served, the only time Elsa had ever gotten coffee to others was when she was being tested as an intern. She remembered being told she was never challenged… so she decided to challenge the CEO of the company she was under. Only then, Elsa had earned a name for simply being the most stubborn person in there.

Anna chuckled to herself. "But you were and are smart. You earned a name for yourself rather quickly. I guess you can say you're more stubborn than I'd ever been."

"Mm, that seemed true."

"It is true."

"So what then? Did I have many friends?" Elsa questioned. "Did I…" The remaining words trailed off in silence.

Nonetheless, Anna answered the first question with ease. "You had friends. A lot of them. You were very popular… and once you managed to get your own office, you had your very own following. People did what you asked because you were good at what you did. You treated your… 'subordinates' fairly and with kindness. Nobody could beat that."

"I see."

Anna tilted her head in curiosity. The fallen expression was quick to show, and even now, Anna had no idea what the blonde was currently thinking. "What's the matter?" She placed an assuring hand on Elsa's knee.

Suddenly, all Anna got as a response was a tired sigh. "Did I ever have a relationship?"

She froze. She completely froze. She could have expected this, and oddly, she didn't even think of it. The only thing she wanted to say was yes because she knew that was the correct answer. But was it something Elsa wanted to hear? By the looks of it, with those blue eyes gazing at her as if… admitting that she didn't want to hear it, Elsa definitely dreaded that correct answer. And with each word from the question resonating in her head in repetition... well, Anna surely felt a heavy heart toling her down.

The hand on Elsa's leg slowly escaped from the touch, bringing it to herself. And finally, in avoidance, Anna looked away. "No," she answered. "Not that you've ever spoken of it anyway. Is that what's bothering you?"

Elsa nodded, this time breathing out in relief. "I only asked because… I wouldn't know how I'd feel."

"Well… what if you do have someone you love? How would you react now?" Really, it was a question she needed answers from this time around.

Simply, Elsa shook her head. "I… the only thing I'd wish for is for them to break up with me. I mean, look at me. The person they knew… couldn't have been the same person. Would they still love that person? Love me?"

Anna's face was completely stoic. "Nobody would be that shallow to give up on you."

"But I would," was her reply. "How could they be happy… taking care of someone that used to love them, and they don't anymore? How much would that have hurt? Do you know?"

It hurts. It hurts a lot. But Anna didn't answer, pursing her lips to prevent the only words she wanted to say from spewing out.

"If I did have a relationship in a state like this, I would want my significant other to part ways with me. They could love someone who wouldn't be a burden to them." Like Elsa was talking directly about her, those blue eyes stared intensely into Anna's.

"I see," the redhead responded, no matter how reluctant she was to say it. With a heavy heart, Anna managed to twist her lips in a smile - wishing it wouldn't look as fake as it had felt. "You've always been the most considerate person. I'm glad that's still in you."

The blonde had her fingers wringing together, her eyebrows crossing with worry. For the two years that Anna had been loving her, every little body language that Elsa would make would always give a hint of how she was currently feeling. This time, she recognized the anxiousness in her eyes… and it was rare that Elsa would feel this stressed out.

Normally, Elsa took things into consideration. Normally, she would be relaxed and controlled, and the only time anxiousness filled her soul was always because of Anna. Sure enough, this time around, that stressed feeling wasn't for Anna.

The moment the blonde had looked away, Anna scooted closer to her. She tilted her body in an attempt to get into Elsa's sight, but the more she did, the harder it was to stay sitting on the couch.

The thing was, even if Elsa ever were to avoid looking at Anna, the redhead was never known to give up. But deciding to hand over some slack, Anna gave themselves a bit of space. Constantly, she had to remind herself they were not like how they were supposed to be anymore, but the thought of it always made her stomach churn.

She tapped Elsa's shoulder, at last, with wariness. "Hey. What did you want to say before?"

The blonde was in contemplation, shown in the blankness of her eyes. "Anna…" her head tilted down, almost out of shame or… disappointment, and Anna had lost her reassuring smile from the sight of it, "I… kept a secret about myself for a while. It was something I… didn't want to admit until I finally came to understood what it was when I was, maybe, fifteen." She paused. "Do you know what that is?"

Curious, not necessarily confused, Anna shook her head.

"Anna… I'm gay."

The redhead froze. Completely. That's right… Elsa never did come out at an age like this. She never once had a girlfriend… but Elsa would always mention the little crushes she would have in high school. For someone like her, as beautiful as her, Anna wouldn't have believed it in the first place. She'd believe it if others would have major crushes on her girlfriend instead.

But the thought never occurred to Anna that now… Elsa really was this seventeen-year-old girl, waiting for a chance to come out of the closet to someone. Anyone. Anyone she'd trust. And now as a twenty-five year old, Elsa was coming out to her as if it had never happened before. Anna was still debating whether she should feel proud or devastated, but then again… neutrality was her best bet.

She smiled, as genuine as it could be. Her hand, while hesitant for a moment, dropped to Elsa's shoulder. "Good job. I'm proud of you."

Elsa, as expected, didn't react. "Did you already know?"

The redhead nodded.

"Did Mother and Father know?"

Again, in the tense silence, Anna agreed once more.

"When did I tell them?"

Anna was waiting for that question. "It was… Pride's Day. You came out when you were twenty-one. I wasn't there… I haven't even met you yet, but you told me many stories, and that one was included. Don't worry, your parents accepted who you are. A lot of people did."

She nodded, and though, her smile was small… it was also filled with relief as she gazed down at her lap. "I just always dreaded telling people. I never had girlfriends. I never reacted to girls physically, but in high school, I was -"

"'I was experimenting all the things that I thought I shouldn't be experimenting, and as it turns out, I'm gay'," Anna finished. She had heard that… as many times as she could count, and seeing Elsa's shocked face slowly soften, all Anna could give back was a clumsy smile for the blonde. Softly, she ran her fingers through the blonde's hair like a mother cat to her kitten. "You're never going to ever let that line go, are you?" she asked… but it was more of a question to the girlfriend she once had.

Elsa giggled - oh, and it was a giggle that Anna didn't even think Elsa would even make - shaking her head. "Well… now that you said that, I guess not."

For a moment, a pause drenched the air, and the only sound in the background, as annoying as it was, was due to a car commercial on the TV. Their eyes met with warmth at each other, but there was something so unfamiliar about the way the blonde had gazed at her. Surely, Anna was completely reminded of the days that they had just fallen in love with each other - and although, Anna had always wanted to experience that again, she realized how increasingly hard it was to see how innocent and pure Elsa was.

Of course, even now, Elsa was similar to the woman that had loved and taken care of her, but Anna just couldn't put a finger on what's so different now. Still… this was Elsa. This was the woman staring at her with no ill will… and Anna still selfishly wanted it.

The redhead pursed a smile, pink dressing across her cheeks with ecstasy. "And now that you know that a lot of people support you, are you still scared?"

Elsa chuckled, arching a brow. "I think I'd be more worried about how I'd interact with others and how they see me now that I've lost all these memories."

"Whoa, such a nonchalant manner of saying stuff like that."

"If you can't joke about it, how else can you live with it?" was Elsa's snarky reply. Thank goodness, Anna always loved Elsa's wit and comedic replies. Although, this wasn't much to garter a laughter - and Elsa knew - Anna shook her head in amusement. "Anna… thank you."

"For what?"

The blonde shifted her attention to her lap. "For taking care of me. I know we're just… roommates, but even for the short while that I have known you, I already consider you as my greatest friend."

Anna wasn't happy about that. But rather than showing how unhappy she was, she merely took Elsa's hand in her own. "Hey… I can't allow you to go on and suffer like that by yourself. I wouldn't be able to bear standing on the side and watch you."

While Elsa wasn't looking at her, she sensed the woman smile with the way her cheeks lifted and blushed. "Your parents must be proud of having a daughter like you."

Almost automatically, Anna tensed. Her heart screeched to a stop, and while all she wished for was to agree… no words would escape from her lips. Simply, looking away, shadows painted below her eyes, Anna nodded. Only then, she had caught Elsa's attention.

"Anna?"

Silence.

"Anna… did I say something wrong?"

Stillness. Say something. Anything. But a series of trembling only replied, and in actuality, Anna wasn't sure how she even reply to that. Feeling Elsa's worried gaze all up on her - as adorable as it was to see her tilt her head - Anna only managed a tight smile, shaking her head. "No, you didn't say anything wrong. You're right, my parents would be proud of me."

"Then… why do you look so somber?"

"Do I?" She bit her lip. "Oh, well, it's just I miss them. They're on a vacation now, so… I mean, anyone would miss their parents right?"

Hesitantly, Elsa nodded. "Yes… I suppose so."

"Now, come on, do you want to take a shower? Look around in your office?" She got up, her fingers falling to Elsa's wrist. "I'm sure there are things that you already have that you really enjoy having."

"Such as?"

"Books. A lot of books. And… well, paintings, as well. I stashed them away so they don't get destroyed," she watched as Elsa grabbed her crutches and placed them under her arms, "I mean, seriously, you paint really well. And, oh, sometimes you also have a few collections of building models that you made for reference. You always yelled at me whenever I even lay a single finger on them. You're really not a woman I'd like to mess around with most of the time..."

Carefully helping Elsa up, she continued on as they entered through the halls, proud of Elsa's attentive ears listening to her… and for once, after a while, Anna felt as if she could let everything go… and cherish what she still had left.