Chapter 4: White Mustang

The single thought never occurred to the beaming redhead that her lover would look this beautiful. Beauty, perhaps, was an understatement of what her pure eyes were staring at right now. Yet, perfection didn't do her much justice either.

Though Elsa had simply been pushed down against the couch, Anna restlessly gave her girlfriend the time of her life. Celebrations were often hard to come by… but this was their first anniversary together - and a quite loving, sweet, lavender-scented one as well. They were going to make the very best of it.

The scented candles lit dimly in the living room - a few on the table, a few by the sides… but nonetheless, they trailed down their narrow hall to their empty, but warm bedroom.

Anna was looking forward to this night. A night filled with peace, warmth, and touches. Gods, the touches…

Their spring blossomed with intense love and desire, and if Anna had ever said she was sick of it… she was only lying to herself.

With the tree leaves rustling through the slow night and the warmth of the breeze creeping between the gap of their balcony door becoming a gentle reminder of how beautiful the weather was, contentment fed their soul… and Anna was thoroughly content with entertaining her girlfriend.

She smiled, placing herself right on her lover's lap. Stretched arms circled around Elsa's neck, fingers dancing through her thick blonde strands trapped in a braid. The music in the background drowned in their giggles, but it had sounded like white noises for a long time. After all, the attention was always on each other.

The mirrored expression Elsa had given her was filled with amusement and marvel, but the lingering silence was the most amusing of all. Figuring out those thoughts of hers was always a fun game for Anna.

The redhead hummed, tilting her head… and she completely disregarded the cold fingers that had begun to unbutton her collar shirt. One by one, her bosoms were revealed to be constricted and held by a lacy velvet bra.

Of course, there was no shame between them… and, in fact, Anna quite enjoyed the pleasant surprise shown in Elsa's expressive eyes.

"Hm. Interesting," were Elsa's only words.

Curious, Anna quirked an eyebrow up. Her two free fingers grasped Elsa's sharp chin, forcing her icy eyes to meet her own. "Interesting? You were the one who bought the set for me." Anna charmed a smirk on her face. She figured since it was their anniversary, dressing up wasn't going to do any harm.

The pleasant touch of Elsa's hand running up her wrist sent shivers down her arched spine. Oh, everything was indeed… almost too pleasant. Anna couldn't simply have more patience.

"I spoil you too much to know what I got you and what I never got you. I'm pretty sure I bought your own person as well," she chortled, her hands tracing all over Anna's thighs, fingers grasping all that they could find. Elsa seemed… more than satisfied with this arrangement - leaning against the couch ever so lazily, hair running along her shoulder freely, her smirk showing her own amusement. There was not a hint of constraint and hesitation between them, and Anna had quickly fallen in love with their own intimacy.

The redhead, feeling strands of free copper hair trailing over her eyes, dragged her own fingers to run them back. Her chest jutted out to show off her lingerie, and she did so ever so confidently. Of course… the single thought of her girlfriend being enticed by the sight aroused Anna's deepest desires and addiction.

"You have a funny way of telling jokes. You should do that more often," the redhead replied, and her whole body disregarded the feeling of Elsa's wandering hands caressing her stiff thighs and arched back. Her focus was trapped in the blueness of those glowing eyes.

Elsa arched a brow up. "Well… they are jokes. Shouldn't they be funny?"

"Mm…" Anna sighed, letting her skin scream with pleasure, her eyes gleamed of thirst. She wouldn't even mind that her lover just kept quiet, and allowed her to do her own thing. With her. To her. "It's just… you rarely say funny things. Which is funny because you trying to say anything funny is funny, itself."

"Four times. You said 'funny' four times in two sentences."

"When your girlfriend is making you short-circuit with that stare, you're bound to say something stupid."

In a silent reply, her lover ran her perfect hands up and around Anna's back… fingers grasping the collar of her shirt. Anna was unmoved, waiting in patience, watching with eagerness… and the feeling of fragile fabric fall off her sharp shoulders and small back sent jolts of intense pleasure down her spine. Soon after, she could a hear the snap of the small buckle her bra and feel the straps trailing off her shoulders.

"You know… I've decided, this anniversary doesn't seem so bad, after all." Elsa started, voice husked. Anna knew exactly what she desired.

"Since when do you get to decide these things?"

"Since I became your girlfriend, of course," was her bold answer.

"And what makes you think that?"

Her blue eyes gleamed expectedly, lowering them to Anna's bosom. "Well, when you have a girlfriend this beautiful…" She paused. "But, of course, it's not always about the body."

The redhead merely pouted, her patience running short. Despite Elsa's refusal to continue, she wanted to hear her girlfriend compliment her… to treat her like a princess. She always adored that. "Do people really talk this much? It's ruining the mood - "

A sudden force of Elsa's hand against her back prompted her to slide forward on her lap, meeting Elsa up close. Thank the Gods, Anna was able to hold back a yelp. Though, as bold as she was before, now she felt her face flare with an intense blush… and her sweet yapping lips had quickly grown quiet.

She watched those tender blue eyes get drawn into the darkness.

"I hope I didn't ruin the mood too much," her lips sang, and it was the most perfect song that Anna had heard among all others. Elsa's gentle hand rose to fit around her chin… thumb brushing against the rosiness of Anna's lips. And no other lips looked so perfect to kiss… to feel with her own than Elsa's.

She exhaled a breath of desire, feeling the probing thumb spreading her lips… and Anna felt all the acceptance rushing through her like endorphins. She wanted the attention, she wanted Elsa to throw her down and drown her with pleasure and the addictive pain.

Pride filled her bare chest, confidence and need drenching her teal eyes, but the moment Elsa had pressed her finger down on Anna's stuck-out tongue, all Anna did was taste.

Her own feather touches wrapped around Elsa's wrist, her own head lowered on purpose, expecting her lover could make an effort to brush those copper fringes off her face. Her own lips wrapped loosely around her thumb, and like a good girl - Elsa would love that - drew her girlfriend in.

She hummed, leaning into the hand stroking her hair. The blank face Anna was staring at may seem the way they were… but she knew Elsa. That woman was getting impossibly hot and bothered, weathered down with lust, completely speechless.

"You look so beautiful…" a whisper, almost taunting, had drawn the hypnotized redhead in even more.

With a raised eyebrow, she popped her lips off Elsa's finger… only, like an addiction, she continued to serve her lover's soft palm with slow, drawn wet kisses with her pink lips and tongue. She pushed herself up to kneel, having Elsa right between her legs, her own height finally towering intimidatingly over her woman. Still, obviously, the blonde was more than unfazed by it. She wanted it.

"You know you're better than anything in the world that I've ever had…" Anna breathed, their nose brushing, searching eyes carrying much endearment. "You're better than her in all the ways that I thought made her special, but she would never give me this kind of high that you're giving..."

The blonde tilted her head. "You will always have me, darling."

Anna's lips brushed like a feather against Elsa's… and with her eyes hooded with want, with her hand daringly pushing to place her girlfriend's fingers against her full chest, she whispered, "will you have me now?"

The last thing she remembered was the everlasting joy she had experienced during her last day of school. The moments of being up on the stage with her teachers, as Elsa had said, filled her with the ecstasy and pride that she had never experienced before. The graduation ceremony, as she remembered, was filled with such joy, inspiration, and young dreams. She had said she'd worked so hard to become a valedictorian, to become to top of the class…

Only now, what made itself home in Elsa's heart was the thought that all this knowledge and hard work that she had ever had, had been erased just like that. In Elsa's own true words, she felt stupefied.

It was only natural that Anna felt bad. Not even a single night of soundless sleep had ever crossed her mind. There were so many things - all these feelings, intimate thoughts, the spritely personalities - that were long gone now. The doctor had said patience was the key, but how was that going to change a thing? Would it miraculously bring Elsa's memories back? Or would they finally be back to being the two lovers they knew in a snap of a finger?

Simplicity drowned in complications, and Anna had learned to accept the world between them was totally different now.

The clock ticked plainly above the rows of blue seats fixed against the boring wall, coupled with a few posters. Sitting there, with arms tightly crossed over her chest, Anna was alone - but she wasn't totally alone. A few doctors and physical therapists scattered through the narrow hall in silence, each disappearing and emerging at different times. In front of her was a sheet of glass spanning through and through - only to be interrupted with a few doors down the hall.

Directly behind that were two people - Elsa and a therapist. Equipment all around them had been left untouched. All but parallel walking bars that spanned for a few feet - but, even for a few feet, it was growing extraordinarily difficult for Elsa to walk. All her weights were challenged by her arm strengths, which, each time, were growing weaker and weaker… and eventually, Elsa would collapse on the ground out of exhaustion.

Anna knew this. Anna wanted to help. How could she though?

It had been a month. Progression was slow, but it was still progress nonetheless. There was a hint of determination shown in Elsa's eyes, laid under by a sheet of frustration. It was understandable. Nobody would agree that this was ever going to be easy, and Anna never said that this was ever going to be easy for herself as well. But, no matter what, she took pride in the fact that Elsa was still Elsa… and that woman was never one to give up so easily.

So she didn't give up at all. Elsa had slowly learned to walk better. Faster. Turning around was often a difficult task and she would collapse to the ground almost instantly, but it was still a breakthrough.

She inhaled, exhaled slowly. Time had ticked by slower than she imagined. Lunchtime was creeping in, and Anna wanted to get Elsa back home for the first time as fast as possible. When she should be feeling excited, all she ever felt was dreadfulness.

For the first ever week that Elsa had woken up, Anna made it her mission to hide everything that was related to Elsa - that was related to their relationship. She honored Elsa's parents wishes to keep this quiet, but all she knew was that she had to do this for the sake of herself as well. Sure, secrecy and intimacy went hand in hand, but if Elsa was ever ready for that, Anna would say anything and everything in a heartbeat. And Elsa wasn't.

Of course, there were tons of memorable things - many that Anna thought about hoarding - but in the back of her head, Elsa's heartbreak would answer her nagging thoughts. She had to get rid of them or hide them. By then, Elsa would be home… with an absolutely fresh start.

The clock had ticked twelve on the dot, and Anna wasted no time to open the door to the therapy room. The sound of the click of the heavy door echoed, and the two people turned. Pursing her lips together in a tight smile, she looked at Elsa. "Hey, how's it going?"

Elsa had been back at the beginning of the bars. Sweats were beginning to form on her forehead, eyebrows pressed together in frustration. Nonetheless, she tried her best to smile. "I'm… still trying to turn." Her eyes were basically burning the carpet the way she was glaring at it.

Of course, sympathetic, Anna slowly came to her, her hand grasping Elsa's arm for support. "Here, let's try again, alright?"

The tired blonde had shut her eyes. "Anna -"

"Come on, one step at a time. One… two… There we go."

Slowly, although knowing Elsa was reluctant, they began walking again. The little grunts and groans with each step taken proved Elsa was trying, and she was trying hard. Anna quickly learned that if she was near Elsa and holding her, she would unwind a little more. The redhead's smile came to life once they come across half way down the two bars. She even noticed Elsa had loosened her grip a little as well. "See? It's not so hard right?"

"Anna," she groaned, "If you ever tried doing this, you wouldn't… be saying that."

Did she really have to say that?

Completely trapped in thought, Anna remained quiet. This was Elsa… This was Elsa she was looking at, talking to, touching… but, in a way, this wasn't her. The fact was if Elsa had ever said that to her, it would a joke. It would always be a horrible joke just to get on Anna's nerve, but the tone she had while saying that? It felt… accusative and a little hurtful.

She understood Elsa felt like a seventeen-year-old, but her twenty-five-year-old brain had to be mature. But if this was maturity Anna was seeing, then they had a lot to work on. Of course, if a month wasn't enough to reconcile their relationship, would there be any hope in the first place? There had to be. They had worked so hard.

But brushing it off, she assumed that Elsa was merely frustrated with her situation. Anyone would be if they were in her shoes.

Once they had reached the end of the bars, they paused to take a moment of rest. It was often hard to smile for Elsa at moments like this, but Anna tried her best anyway. It was now that Anna had to be the embodiment of encouragement, but even that was never enough. With one hand, she grasped her friend's arm, firm enough to sense its shakiness.

"Ready? Take a deep breath, I'm here with you."

The movement was not instant, and Anna had come to realize that the blonde had to take the time to think and adjust what she wanted to do. With a few deep breaths drawing in and out, Elsa had been glancing at her bare feet. Often, Anna noticed the woman would contemplate how she wanted to do this, so she was as patient as she allowed herself to be… and that was okay. For someone like Elsa, simply walking… was a privilege to her. For Elsa, a simple task that seemed natural to the brain had become the most difficult task. No amount of studying and burying herself in books would help her bodily.

But, finally, with confidence growing, Elsa… with the help of the redhead, began to turn her body first. Inch by inch, her feet began to turn and twist - and, disappointedly, a third of the way through, she tumbled down to the floor.

"Damn it…"

Promptly, Anna had gotten down to the floor. "Oh, Elsa -"

"Don't!"

Just as she was about to reach for Elsa, the shout had made her flinch and freeze. Has she… ever shouted like that to me? She wasn't about to give up. Ignoring her shout, Anna had grasped her arm. "Elsa, let me help -"

"I don't need your help!" She slammed the side of her fist on the ground, shoving the girl away.

"Elsa -"

"Just get away from me!"

As hurtful as it was to hear that, Anna did as she was told. Never in the two-year relationship they had, had Elsa ever shouted at her like that. Never had Elsa ever told her to beat it. Sure, there were many times where Elsa would yell, but it was to care and love Anna.

In a pained, agonized silence, she watched Elsa grasp the bars, bearing her knuckles white. Her breathing began to grow rapidly, and tears situated themselves upon Elsa's pupils. The frustration… the anger… the need for wanting to be better, and knowing it hadn't improved in the slightest were all shown through her face. And for Anna, seeing that hurt just as much.

"Ghn…" Elsa gritted her teeth, using her upper body strength to push herself up. It took a couple of tries, but after a few moments, the blonde managed to stand up straight. Because of that fall, Elsa had hugged the bars even tighter with her fingers now.

Biting down the need to say anything, Anna cautiously took a step forward. Her hand, even more cautiously, slid on Elsa's back, prompting the woman to turn to her. For a sudden moment, Anna thought she had seen a flash of anger expressed in her eyes. But, perhaps, anxiety got the best of her. "You alright?" was Anna's start, spoken as kind and softly as possible.

Quietly, Elsa nodded. At least, she's calm now. "Are we… headed home?"

"Yeah. Agdar is going to come pick us up in a bit. We can have lunch at home."

Elsa slowly lowered her head down. "Could you help me get across?"

Gladly, Anna smiled, nodding in agreement. No matter what happened, the redhead was always willing to support her as much as possible. "Here, one step at a time. There we go."

"And here we are, home sweet home. It's about time you guys ate lunch, do you want me to quickly make something for you ladies?" Agdar placed the crutches by the doorway, his key dangling around his finger. Anna slowly pushed the wheelchair occupied by Elsa into their cozy living room - although, already feeling like it was lacking special - bearing an appreciative smile to Elsa's father. While being at home felt absolutely freeing, this was different for Elsa. From behind, she could definitely sense the admiration and mesmerization as Elsa examined every little bit of their apartment. It was kind of cute, honestly.

"No thanks, Agdar. I think I can make something for both of us. Don't you have to still go to the rehab center?"

His eyes drifted up to the ceiling in contemplation. Although, knowing there wouldn't be a lot of paperwork to do, Elsa's parents were always cautious about her current condition and how it could be much improved. On a weekly basis, Agdar and Idunn would take turns to understand Elsa's need in the rehabilitation center or if she was ready to come home. While Elsa still had much to digest, it was Anna that decided this was good enough to bring Elsa home. Besides, staying in the hospital for a month - much less, a week - would make anyone grow crazy. Fortunately, Agdar and Idunn were both open-minded, good-hearted people.

"Well, I guess I should speak to the physician. I doubt Elsa would need to go back there for another month. Maybe I'll convince him," chuckling, he patted Anna's shoulder.

At the sweet sound of those sentences, Elsa turned her head. Her face, looking just as similar as the times she was in here, had softened and lit up a bit. "Father, are you saying I don't have to go anymore?"

He raised his eyebrow. "Honey, may I ask, if you are ready to start walking on your own?"

Her joyous smile, while small, had shrunk even more. "I mean… I have crutches. A wheelchair."

"And Anna isn't going to keep helping you all the time."

Uh, yeah, I can. Decidedly, she pursed her lips in silence. She knew Agdar had to give his daughter a bit of a push. She observed the little family gathering as Agdar stalked right next to his daughter, lips pecking her forehead.

"Sweetheart, I know you've been trying… and I'm proud of you. You can walk. I trust you. You just need to walk without any help, and I know you can do it within the next few weeks. We're just… worried about you, that's all. Right, Anna?"

She gulped, feeling as if she had just been dragged into this. Well, in a way, she already was. "Y-Yeah."

Audibly, Elsa let out a sigh, head bobbing up and down in a reluctant agreement. "Sure." She paused. "Is Mother home?"

"Your mother has work. Are you going to be fine with Anna?"

"Of course."

"Good. I must go now." His soft eyes, filled with expectations, were drawn to Anna. "Make sure you call if there's anything, alright?"

Anna had almost rolled her eyes. It was like none of Elsa's parents trusted Anna to take good care of her. But all was well when she noticed Agdar had winked - and, practically, that question was meant to be a joke. "Yeah, I'll call. See ya, Agdar."

"I love both of you." With one last hug to both girls, he was gone. All that was left was the soft click of their door… and the two of them in a living room as white and cold as ever. Of course, while Anna had said she loved the modern design of the home, the fact that - as she had turned, watching as Elsa had rolled her wheelchair to the middle of the living room - Elsa was looking at this with such foreign admiration… well, it just sucked.

Everything seemed like it was just fresh out of the box, but it was because Anna had taken up the duty to clean twice a week.

A white classical piano sat on the corner between the balcony and the Smart TV hanging on the wall. Speakers had also been mounted on both sides of the TV. The leather couches sat the opposite of the room with a decently sized coffee glass table resting just a few feet in the front. The balcony… well, it looked the same as always - beautifully entwined with twisty vines of roses and other flowers with the afternoon sun perfectly beating down on them. It was no surprise that anyone would find all of this… charming.

Elsa, especially, was the most charmed.

Surely, this was the first time in a while Anna had seen such an expression, so curious and fascinated, but... It's just she doesn't know she created this.

Anna crossed her arms together, a smile crossed her cheeks. It was just too tough. "You like it?"

In silence, Elsa nodded. Her fascinated eyes gleamed like they had struck gold. And only… only when she was close to answering Anna in words, the smile Elsa bared disappeared. Anna couldn't keep her eyes off the woman - having to see how beautiful she was even in a wheelchair. In all honesty, her heart still beat for her… but the beauty she was looking at right now was not the perfection that Elsa once was. While the basking sun had shown a great radiance bouncing off her beautifully snowy skin, shadows covering her whole back, it was just not enough.

Slowly, Elsa strolled towards the piano. Her thin fingers, almost like muscle memories, caressed the white and black keys gingerly. And then… a soft string of melody was played. Though it was just a simple series of notes echoed in the room, Anna could hear how natural this all came to the blonde.

"Anna?"

"Hm?"

"Who am I?" was her first question, as softly spoken as it was, was infused with heartbreak. Her eyes presented longing and distance altogether. Their eyes hadn't met yet, but Anna would always keep her eyes on her.

And Anna wasn't quite sure how to even answer that. "You are…" My girlfriend. "A fantastic interior designer."

At that, Elsa picked her head up. Her lips twisted in a featherly smile, the wonderment of her eyes glancing around her space. "I… am an interior designer? Did I design this? All of this?"

Expectedly, Anna's heart began to tense. Why can't I be happy to see her smile like that? "Yeah. You built all of this. You wanted simplicity. Modern. You never wanted something extravagant even though you have enough money to buy a house."

Her cheeks… were immediately flared with such color and joy. Elsa gazed down at her fingers, and all she ever looked… was dreamy. "So I did it. I was able to live my dream… I am living my dream. Right?"

"Yeah."

Slowly, Elsa came towards her, sitting just inches away from the standing redhead. If Anna had ever seen excitement before… well, she had never seen that on Elsa for the past month until now. "Then… I am wealthy then, aren't I? Am a good designer?"

Anna pursed a tight smile for her. It was true, a part of her would always still feel proud of Elsa. "You are the most excellent. Although I don't know much about what you do, you were always talking to clients on the phone, always negotiating, always telling me how your clients never once refused your offers. Everyone wanted you. I am always so proud of you - whoa, Elsa!"

Her eyes peeled wide open the moment Elsa had rested her fingers against the armrests and tried her best to stand. Though, a little shaky with a bit of grunt and groans here and there, Elsa let out a small giggle - one that sounded quite relieved - when the redhead held the woman by her waist, pushing her body weight against the Elsa once she was tumbling over.

"I got you, I got you," Anna reassured.

"That was… harder than I expected," she huffed, shifting much closer to steady herself.

"Here, hold my shoulders. What are you doing?" was Anna's harsh question, but her voice was as tender as it could be. Blue eyes observed the redhead curiously, and Anna could feel it kiss her skin. The grasp on Anna's shoulders tightened.

"You seem to know more about me than I do, myself," Elsa stated.

"Well… yeah, you've missed out eight years of your life because of that car accident."

"I know. You never told me what kind of car I have."

"Care to guess?"

"Lamborghini?" Elsa boldly answered.

Anna nearly burst out into an entertained laughter. The only thing comical about this was the fact that Elsa always hated fancy cars like that. Complaints were often about the fact that they were so small, so little, so loud, practically having no space at all to place anything. For an especially tall woman like her, sitting in seats that were so close to the floor made her feel like a child. Of course, complaining about it was purely ironic with the fact that she owned a sports car as well.

But Anna entertained her. "You have a pure white mustang... You got it just after you were promoted and got your own office as well. It's not so cheap to fix it back up, you know? Actually… It almost cost the amount when it was newly purchased…" she mumbled to herself, wincing at the imprinted price in her head. "And before you get to say anything - no, you don't get to drive yet."

"That wasn't what I was going to ask." The roll of Elsa's eyes confirmed her sarcasm. She could sense her enlarging smile breathing on her skin… only, when Anna turned to look at her, that had all been gone. "I'm sorry."

Curiosity and worry fueled Anna's soul, and all it had left was a bitter taste. Apologies… well, it was rare for both of them. If they ever once heard it, it was just to mock each other… but there were times where things would get serious - and Elsa had always been the most serious type between the two. With the two words ringing in her ears, Anna just made sure she held the blonde close - no excessive squeezing, no kisses… just the need to care for her.

"Why are you sorry?" she questioned. "Is it because of before? Oh, Elsa, that's… perfectly fine. You were aggravated and tired. I wouldn't expect anything from you -"

"I'm sorry for not being the person you thought I would be."

Anna took the long silence as a moment to find her own words. Eyeing the balcony blankly, the lively sun drenched her sight… and the touches that hugged her body never felt this heavy before. But, perhaps, it was just her heart that was dragging her down. Words could not describe how longing she was for the woman that had loved her… for the woman that was her rock and support. But Elsa was here, and at the same time… Elsa wasn't here.

"The least I could do is stand for you. I want to be that person that you've known - I want to be your friend again. I'm sorry I couldn't… do any of that."

Anna shifted herself apart from the blonde, their eyes meeting together. Elsa's were convincingly apologetic, and Anna… could never find a way to look away from that icy blueness of hers.

Unable to give up, unable to bear that look on her face, Anna replied, "the accident wasn't your fault. You shouldn't be sorry. You really shouldn't," she chuckled, "because you're still Elsa. Sure, you have no memories of me or… everything has happened in the past few years, but you're still you. And I know you."

"You'd know me better than anyone else then."

Her eyebrows were raised, but she didn't disagree. "Hey, soon after, you'd know yourself better than anyone else. It's just going to take some time."

"You're oddly… bearing this extremely well," Elsa replied, hinting a surprise in her voice.

"I mean," she shrugged, "I have been dealing with you for two years."

"That sounds like an insult."

"I promise you it's not. Here," gently, she helped Elsa to the couch, making sure her comfort was Anna's priority, "why don't you sit tight. I'll make lunch, and you can watch some TV to catch up on recent events - er, you do know how to turn on a TV right?"

A gentle nod and a challenged eyebrow raised were Elsa's response. "I may be a bit crippled, Anna, but I'm not stupid." Ah, there's those snarky comments.

Placing the remote in Elsa's hand, Anna's face flushed in a gentle shade of pink with the pleasant thought that Elsa… well, would be back to being her Elsa. Of course, it would take time and patience, but it was what Elsa had always liked about their friendship and companionship.

With a gentle grin, her ears perked at the sound of the rerun of that morning's news on the screen. Ah, so even as little as this - Elsa had always kept up with the latest technology in the hospital. In the back of her head, she could clearly catch the moment Elsa would say, "I told you so", but her eyes betrayed the thought. Elsa was completely engrossed to the TV like it was a college lecture to her. Oh, what can I do?

She welcomed the sight with acceptance and endearment - one that she was willing to have Elsa see. "I guess… I can tell you all the things I know about you in a bit."

a/n: long chapter is long... and i love writing elsa and anna from the past.