Elsa always thought she was wonderful - a bold, bright woman with beautiful auburn hair with nothing to lose. And she didn't have anything to lose. There wasn't a single thing that was stopping Elsa from pursuing her. How could she ever sway away from even looking at her anyway? Alone, she met her at a club one night, and they were able to kick it off wonderfully.

Truth be told, that girl was quite loud, but that was what Elsa liked about her. She had never met a woman with such a loud personality. And she knew if she was quiet… it would be just as wonderful.

Elsa was quite enjoying herself, actually. So was the redhead. They had talked, drank, and touched each other like there was no tomorrow. Everything just felt so right. "What's your name?" she asked when they decided to get to Elsa's apartment. It was the spur of the moment.

"Anna."

Ah, Anna. What a nice name. Elsa was willing to call her that forever.

And that night, Elsa felt nothing but love. Nothing but her skin burning on Elsa's. To feel her fingers digging into her in the night, to have their voices aching for the pleasure that they were to each other. Elsa felt like she was melting - completely submitting herself to Anna's hands and wonderful lips that whispered sweet soft words to her ears.

After the night of love, to feel arms holding her, Elsa felt whole. Elsa felt loved.

For months, their friendship had grown to lovers when Anna confessed. Saying three words was as easy as pie for Elsa, and she would say that every day to her wonderful Anna.

They loved each other, of course. Oh, Elsa really did love her.

She wasn't sure what had gotten into herself that day. Elsa watched as Anna continued to play with Olaf in a sounding happiness. They were at home that weekend, and it was just a time for family and relaxation. This was nearly impossible for Elsa. While Anna was playing with their son, Elsa was just leaning against the kitchen counter with her arms held together around her waist. Just wondering. She was supposed to happy. Why wasn't she?

Nothing was wrong… but that was exactly what was wrong.

Anna was treating her right, and Olaf loved both of his parents, but -

This was different. Very different.

When was the last they ever had a real argument that would last for days? When was the last time they had both said 'no' to each other? Elsa couldn't remember.

Her smile disappeared from that thought. Having no arguments was nice. This wasn't.

Elsa felt empty. She must have been crazy to yearn to have a fight with Anna.

And perhaps, why would she? Anna had given her everything, what more could Elsa ask for?

"Hey, come here, will you?" Anna smiled from the couch. The four-year-old Olaf was still trying to his best to climb on top of his mother.

The blonde slowly proceeded to go over to sit next to Anna. "Hi." She looked into Anna's eyes.

"Well, hi, there." She leaned in to kiss Elsa. "What's wrong? Why were you just standing there watching us?"

Elsa shrugged, glancing at the arms that were wrapped around her shoulders. "Nothing's wrong."

"That's good."

"You're just… too good to me."

Anna tilted her head, chuckling. "What's making you think that all of the sudden?"

The woman placed her arm around her wife's waist, leaning her head against Anna's shoulder. "No reason…" she whispered. There was definitely a reason. But she wasn't going to start anything just yet. She was going to be smart about. She was going to be numb about this. For now, at least. "I just think we're just a really, really happy family, aren't we?"

Anna raised an eyebrow. "Yeah... we are. Elsa, what's wrong?"

For now, she couldn't face Anna. "Like I said, nothing." And that was what she was going to believe for another few months.

Anna would always say yes to her. She would always forgive Elsa without a thought no matter what Elsa had done wrong. Anna would give her everything, anything. But this was wrong.

Sometimes, Elsa would purposely do something wrong, anything major, anything minor. Anna would still forgive her without hesitation. She couldn't stand it. If this was normal for Anna… if she couldn't see how horrible this was, Anna was blind.

Elsa was beginning to feel the disappointment she had emerging. Taking over the love that she had for Anna for all these years. She was… unhappy. This was insanity.

Her wife could never simply understand how Elsa felt.

That summer night, Elsa came home late. It was already 2AM in the morning, and she had not answered any of Anna's dozen calls or texts. Nothing. Because that night… she had spent it in someone else's home. In someone else's bed. She needed to.

Who could she ever turn to? Her marriage - their marriage had been lost. She hadn't even thought about Olaf - hadn't even thought about Anna. All she wanted was to feel her own happiness again.

When was the last time she had ever felt true pleasure with Anna? When was the last time she had been taken into Anna's hand and be fucked thoroughly that love wouldn't even cross her mind?

Anna was sitting on the couch with only a lamp turned on. And when Elsa had entered the living room, they only stared at each other. No, Elsa only stared at her. The redhead was smiling. "Welcome home."

No screaming. What a surprise. She forced the same expression. "You're not sleeping."

"I put Olaf in bed. I was also just… waiting for you to come home. You never answered my calls."

The woman sighed, running her fingers through her hair. She put her purse down on the counter and took her heels off. "Sorry."

Anna tilted her head. "You… Is that alcohol, I smell? Were you drinking?"

"I was, actually."

"Oh. Well, you drank… a lot. A bath is waiting for you, and I'll be in bed if you need -" She just… doesn't get it.

"Thanks, Anna." A pause. She just wanted to go to sleep… just wanted to be away. "Anything else… you want to say?"

Anna placed her hands together, gazing down. "Um… well, I don't know how to say this but… you've changed, Elsa."

The woman looked away. "I guess, I did…" She clenched her fingers together. "I can't help it."

Anna seemed a bit unconvinced. "Yeah, no, that's fine. I just thought, you know, it's different. But I know people can change over time. I don't blame you -"

"Anna, I slept with a man."

Silence. For some reason, saying those words were absolutely relieving. She didn't want to sound like a bitch, but she had to when she needed to. And right now… to let herself go from this exhausting marriage, Elsa said it. Elsa had to break her heart for her own selfish needs.

The redhead cleared her throat, panic eyes searching anywhere but Elsa's. She put her fingers in her hair. "U-Uh… y-you slept with a man? What are you saying?" Oh, Anna definitely understood.

"Aren't you angry?"

Anna still looked at her with confused eyes, but behind all that, Elsa couldn't see the anger. Only the sadness. This wasn't what Elsa wanted.

"Heh… why?"

Why? This was the first thing Anna would ask her? Elsa growled under her breath. "You don't understand, do you?"

Anna immediately shook her head, her body visibly shaking in front of her. "Understand...? Understand what? What have I done?"

"You've done nothing." A pause. And that was exactly what happened. Nothing ever happened. No joy, no sadness… just stillness. "I think… it's over."

"Over." She nervously chuckled. "What, over? Us? Why? What about Olaf?"

"He will be with me." Elsa sighed. "I wasn't happy, Anna. I wasn't -"

"I… I thought all these years, you were. I thought we were. Was it all just a game?"

"No, Anna. I love you… but I can't stand this anymore. I need…" Elsa took a deep breath. "I just need more."

Silence. And all Elsa could hear was the fragile glass of Anna's heartbreaking. No fire was raging, nothing. Just… darkness and stillness.

"More…? I could give you more -"

"Just… stop."

Anna held her tears in. "Yeah… Um… that's okay. I, um… if it's because of what I've done… and you were drinking too…" Her voice was just completely cracking as she tried to hold it together. Anna was in complete avoidance. "That's-"

"We should divorce."

And that was it. That was all she needed to say - those three simple words. It just rolled out of her tongue so easily. So fast. There was no emotion shown on her face - just… emptiness. Perhaps, she was drunk, but she knew what she said was as light as day, and Anna could hear that very clearly.

All she could see was the horror and heartbreak in Anna's eyes. The way her body slacked in defeat… how she just accepted what Elsa had said. This angered her. For the very last time, Anna wasn't up for an argument. Wasn't up to take Elsa on. Wasn't up to go slap her in the face and tell her no. Because at least, Elsa knew Anna had grown a spine. But Anna stayed silent, in tears.

She was so… weak. So naive.

And Elsa was just completely selfish, but selfishness was all she could be right now.