a/n: boop. smut ahead of you~

It's almost dreadful being here.

The lecture room was quiet and the only thing Anna could concentrate on… was her. With the room crowded with students and a snoring Rapunzel sitting next to her, Anna really couldn't concentrate. Or perhaps, she was too… too out of it. Why she didn't just switch majors was beyond her. She really should've just taken an English major… where Meg was not her professor.

Where she wouldn't suffer from seeing her glancing at her every few seconds. Those glances weren't ones that'd be given from professors.

Anna clenched her jaw. Seeing her two times a week … was hard. A torture. It had finally left a sour taste upon her tongue, and bitterness seeped into her heart. The air was growing heavier.

"Get over it…" she whispered to herself, head tilted down. But her thoughts would not allow it.

There were only five minutes left before everyone could leave for the night. She turned to the sleeping brunette. "Hey." She nudged her. "Get up, it's time."

The girl startled awake, blinking at the brightly lit light. "H-Huh? What? Class is over?"

Anna closed her notebook. "Almost."

"Did you take notes for me?" Rapunzel's eyes sparkled, prompting a roll of the redhead's eyes.

"Yessss. Next time, I'm not covering for you just because you haven't gotten a wink of sleep." She looked at her phone. Just an hour left until Anna could get to work… another place I dread.

The girl paused. But perhaps, it wasn't so bad… considering the last time's activity. She couldn't hear what Rapunzel was saying, with her thoughts clouding my mind, and her face flushing from those thoughts.

Elsa wasn't a bad person… just … intriguing, mysterious. Two things that blended all too well.

Two things that Meg has.

Two things that Anna would always fall for.

"Alright, I'll be emailing you all the homework for tonight. We're going to have a little exam next Monday so study as well!" Shit.

Everyone groaned as they hurriedly packed to get to their next class or… to go home. And work. Right.

Anna tried avoiding eye contact with her as much as possible—one of the reasons she always sat in the back. Quite doubtful Meg would notice her right away with students scurrying past her, but she could already feel those eyes burning through her body like fire.

"You going to work now?"

Anna blinked. "O-Oh yeah. You better hurry to your next class. You know Weselton doesn't take attendance lightly."

Rapunzel scoffed, pushing the strap of her bag over her shoulder. "What do you know about him, anyway? You don't take biochemistry."

Anna shrugged, taking her laptop in her arms. "I've heard stuff. It's not like this school is that big."

"Right… and Doctor Porter is pregnant."

Her eyebrows raised. "Really?"

"No. I'll text you after class, feisty. Thanks for the notes today, I'll be sure to return the favor!" She patted the woman's shoulder.

"Geez, I still don't get why you're having all these classes in the evening…" Rapunzel was out the door before she could even call the girl back. They'd been together since they were babies. Anna just couldn't believe how much she hadn't changed over the past 21 years… how they'd been sticking together for so long.

Sighing to herself, she gathered everything else and followed the other students behind—

"Anna."

Her body froze, her breathing stopped. She didn't want to turn to see who was calling her… and she knew who was calling her. Regret burst through her body without pause, and Anna felt nothing but this. The lingering feeling… so heavy and suffocating.

The door clicked closed with an echo. They were completely alone for the first time.

"Anna, will you look at me?"

She shut her eyes. Just one chance. Just one… But she had none to give, as she'd given her all of them. Reluctantly, her body turned around, looking directly into her brown eyes. So sad… perhaps, disgusted. Well, just with what happened between her and Meg.

"Come here." Meg waved. Anna complied, grasping tightly on her laptop as if it'd protect her from the poison she was.

"Professor, you want to talk?"

Meg nodded and leaned against her desk. It was quiet… and the woman was observing her like an animal… someone who'd pounce at her at any moment. But Anna wasn't that person. She wasn't weak… or so she thought.

The brunette grabbed her clipboard. "You've been slacking, Anna. I don't want you to fail this class."

Anna looked away. "I've… I'm sorry, I've been working a lot lately. At night."

"Do I need to tell your mother?"

Her heart stopped. "No."

Silence.

"On what?"

"Huh?" Oh, Anna heard it… she just didn't want to acknowledge it.

"Just… if you need any help you can always email me. I'll extend deadlines, if it helps. I know you're tired."

Dear God, she didn't want any special treatment from Meg! Especially not after what had happened between them. Nor did she want other students to make up stories about them. A story that could've happened… a story Anna dreamt of as a kid. A princess and a knight in shining armor.

She looked down, her gaze as heavy as her heart. Oh, she just didn't want to face her after that night. Neither did she want Meg to mention… Elsa.

"Okay." I just want to go. "Is that all, Professor?"

Meg sighed, closing her eyes in frustration. "It's Meg, Anna."

She frowned, glancing at her. "That's unprofessional."

"Nobody's here, except us… let's talk. First off, who was she?" Meg dropped the clipboard on the desk, gripping onto Anna's arm.

No… no, no, no...

She didn't want her touch! Nor the questions she knew that would have to be asked! She… feared the woman. Not because of her words, but because of what those feelings could still do to Anna. Whatever Meg was doing, she didn't want it anymore. It disgusted her—more so than herself.

"Please." Anna grabbed her wrist. "We're in the campus right now."

"We are alone, Anna. Please tell me. We're not that far apart in age." Oh really? Anna had never heard her beg like that for so long. How she was so desperate to know who Elsa was… Anna didn't want to repeat what had happened.

"You don't deserve to know, Professor."

"Anna."

"I think…" She paused, her eyes completely avoiding her. "No, I know for a fact that what I've said… it was out of the line. Extremely unprofessional, and I should've known. I'm sorry."

Meg let go of her arm. "I don't need an apology." I know. "I've already told you… I'd rather stay as friends—"

She sighed, her breath quivering as she was holding onto her cries. Everything hurts. "I remember. But you… you just…"

"I know I was too close to you. Too personal. Perhaps, I wouldn't have done that if I'd known you were my student."

"You're sorry?" Anna questioned, a tone of hurt embedded beneath her words. But it was all to be expected. They stared into each other's eyes, and Anna still couldn't seem to understand the emotions behind them. She was speechless. "You… how did it feel?"

Meg sighed, eyes closed. Whether it was frustration or something else… it was no matter to Anna. And … Anna was more than happy to see her like this. Because she deserves it. Right?

"I didn't know, Anna."

Her visions blurred from the tears clouding her eyes. "D-Didn't know what?"

"I thought we'll always be… this open. I thought, you were being a friend and we would joke during the day and… work during the night. I didn't know. And I was wrong to treat you like that."

She sniffled, shaking her head in disbelief. "Right. Well… it didn't seem like it."

"What?"

"You played me. From the very first day… I've kept our relationship a secret—my work a secret… just to find out that I've been having the wrong feelings for the wrong woman."

"Anna!"

She gritted her teeth. Stop talking. "I've given my all to you!" Stop. "You've kissed me outside of work! Went on dates! Brought me back to your home! Y-You've paid for my tuition… And I didn't want you to!" Stop it. "You've… You've led me on!"

And at this point, her explosion had broken her—as if she hadn't already been broken. And over and over, she repeated the same last sentence. She wept in front of her ex client, in anger… perhaps at her. Or at her own feelings.

Oh, she was sounding like a twelve-year-old now… begging for everything that she wanted that she was never going to get. And she wanted her. So badly… and so sadly. Everything hurt, and just feeling Meg's hesitation had given her another crack in her heart.

Anna took a deep breath, teal eyes staying on the ground. "I'm sorry, you have a class to teach… I'll be going now, Professor—"

"If I'd known of this earlier… your feelings, would it have change?" Meg spoke, oh so quietly. As if the faculty could hear both of them. "You wouldn't have met her… that woman. Right? What's her name?"

Anna didn't need a second to think. To even react to how Meg had spoken of Elsa. "You don't deserve to know."

As if she's poison to me.

As if Anna herself had gone insane for letting the blonde take her body and all her soul. "And that's foolish. But if you really want my answer… it would've. It's different now."

Different, huh?

It was Thursday again. The night that she feared.

Her heart was pumping, her hair prickling… and she sighed with pleasure. Unfamiliar hands were gliding down her front, so lightly… almost teasing her. Taunting her.

The night was still young-heavy with lust and the desire to love. And it was awfully quiet, but Anna's heart was louder than her own moans. It was almost desirable.

Oh how she feared these moments… and what the woman, that was bare above her, was doing to her.

She arched her body towards Elsa's touch, whose lips were caressing every little part of her abdomen. Her eyelids were shut, face flushed pink. Her body felt amazingly hot, waiting for a release. But she was patient.

"Gods…" she breathed, having enough courage to look down to the woman.

Those blue eyes stared right back at her, dark and so mysterious. Anna couldn't take it and wrung her fingers through Elsa's tousled hair, head tilted as if her eyes were the ones that brought out the pleasure.

Anna couldn't take it no longer. "Please…" she pleaded. Elsa kissed her stomach, her hands grabbing Anna's quivering thighs. Anna had never felt this… hunger for pleasure before. And she could feel it between her legs, pooling with nothing but the essence of love.

And… love? Anna bit her lips, shutting her eyes in anticipation. "Love…" she whispered. She held onto the blanket below her tightly. Oh, was that a love for Elsa? Why does she make me feel this way…?

Oh, the feeling was dangerous… Unnecessary! Her eyebrows scrunched tensely, the moment she felt Elsa's hot tongue against her inner thigh. She was so close… and yet, Anna wanted to run away from this closeness.

But she didn't get to. Everything stopped, and the warm-cold touch left her begging for more now. She groaned. Relieved? That's not it…

She opened her eyes slowly.

The blonde was bare of any clothes, her hair running down her shoulder. Her eyes were colder than winter… looking deep into Anna's eyes. She was on her knees… and Anna knew, she'd been too out of it to notice the anger in her eyes.

"Anna…" Her fingers trailed down her legs, reaching for her stomach. One word, and Anna felt as if she was in chains… hands bonded from touch, eyes blinded by Elsa's, lips sealed from responding. And she could only feel. "Tell me what you are thinking."

She clenched her jaw together. "T-thinking?"

"Love?" Her eyebrows raised.

Shit, she heard it…

Those innocent teal eyes avoided Elsa's. "I was… just thinking."

Silence. And a sigh. "That woman… Meg, was it?"

Anna didn't answer. Her body was still pumping with exhilaration.

Elsa's eyebrows scrunched tightly together. "What did she do?"

"Nothing." Not exactly…

The blonde glared coldly at her. "You wouldn't act so secretive, if she didn't."

"Are you curious?"

Elsa immediately got off the bed, her back turned to Anna. And the redhead stared, leering at the perfectly pale, smooth skin before Elsa covered herself with her shirt. "You are too out of it." Elsa turned her head back to her. "We can end this here."

Anna bit her lips and quietly she watched Elsa get dressed. She felt guilty, but her lips were sealed. Nothing that Meg and Anna had talked about was ever worth discussing with Elsa. She got up on all fours, leading herself to Elsa. And if she did… what would Elsa do?

Her arms wrapped around her shoulder, lips to Elsa's neck… warm and so soft. And it'd stopped Elsa, grabbing all of her attention. Oh, did she want those eyes looking at her… only at me.

She nuzzled against her, breathing into her soothing scent. "It's what you want," Anna whispered, her lips caressing her skin. "Don't waste this, Elsa."

She could feel Elsa's hand holding her own, grasping tightly as if she never wanted to let go-perhaps, she didn't have the courage to let her go. But Elsa was quiet, listening and waiting. She pressed herself closer to the blonde's back. "Don't worry about me, I know you care… but don't."

"Anna."

"I still need you." Anna grabbed her hand, bringing it back towards her… and towards what had been aching between her thighs. Her sex was throbbing with want, and for her. She moaned, lips grazing against Elsa's ear. "Please."

Is this what I really want?

The blonde's fingers twitched between her thighs, and already, Anna was moaning into her neck. Why? Oh, why?

Anna felt her back hit the mattress, a hand holding her waist… and she knew, Elsa had given in. Her heart suddenly fluttered with ease, her face flushed. And her eyes shut as she reveled the gentle fingers that caressed her hot, aching center… and another palming her bare thigh to push it apart.

No words could be heard, and there wasn't a need to say anything. Anna relished this moment, and between them they could only hear their own moans.

Elsa buried herself between the crook of Anna's neck, leaving hurried kisses-but oh, so gently. She looked down, running her fingers through the blonde's hair, who was leaving light marks on her.

It was exhilarating... and there was something that left the two of them so desperate for each other.

And out of all the people Anna had done this with… she'd never felt so loved. So desperate… and she couldn't figure out why.

Her body was heated with love and lust. She didn't want this desire… but Elsa had kept her in her place. The woman's fingers had done her wonders, lips sending her to a place where she never imagined…

Anna begged. Her body shook with delight, moans and groans filling the room. Oh, what she does to me…

She could feel the blonde's tongue against her neck, kissing every little specks of freckles. "Elsa…"

"I know, baby… I know."

The girl gasped, and grasped tightly on the woman's hair, as she could feel Elsa's two fingers caressing her walls. She began caressing her with love, and her body felt so tight and hot with arousal. Anna writhed beneath her, and she couldn't help but stare into her eyes.

Those eyes were too beautiful… too cold, and Anna only wished it was someone else she'd be staring at. Someone that wouldn't be as confusing as her. Or herself.

"Oh please… ahh…" she sighed. Elsa kissed her collarbone in response and slowly, made way down her chest… Anna felt as if her heart had stopped. Elsa stared right back at her.

What is with her?

But Anna didn't question it, and let the woman have what she wanted. Her fingers began thrusting, curling against her sweet spot. "Oh fuck…" She bit her lips. "Elsa… ahh…" Her body arched up with pleasure. Her lips lingered on my skin, her hot breath giving me all the pleasure. And she'd bit into my skin, earning a gasp. "J-Jesus… Ah…" Anna cried, and her body shook.

Her eyes fluttered shut, knowing that staring right into Elsa's was too much. It would burn … though Anna was craving for it.

Anna held onto Elsa's shirt tightly—no longer caring if it would end up ripping. Her fingers continued to caress her sensitive walls, and Anna was in ecstasy. Elsa's lips kissed her perked nipple, but no longer taking another step forward.

"E-Elsa…" Her words felt heavy, as if her hunger for release could no longer be put into words. And it just felt so good! But it shouldn't... not in this confusing note.

Elsa came back up, kissing her flushed cheek. Her fingers slowed, and it wasn't exactly what Anna wanted. No. It was far from it.

She groaned, gritting her teeth from cursing to the gods.

And she felt the woman's hand holding her jaw so gently… her mouth pressed close to her ear. And it was so hot, all of the sudden. The tension is real. But I like it. "Tell me… how do you feel?"

Anna tilted her head up, and she let shivers run down her spine. "Good… so good…" Not what she wanted to say. She turned her head, looking into Elsa's eyes. They were so dark with lust… Anna could never imagine that perfect blue that she always loved staring at.

But they were so mysterious… so enticing…

She sighed in love, "Please… more…"

"More?" Her fingers stopped all together, prompting a frustrated whine. Anna could feel her getting closer, feeling her lips teasing her ear. "Tell me… you know what you want."

Oh, don't I…

Elsa ran her fingers through her hair, sweat forming from the blissfulness. Oh, Anna was blessed, alright. "Hm?"

She shut her eyes. Tell her… tell her… you know what you want. "I want you…" More. "I want your touch… fingers."

Silence.

"Make me come, please…" Make me yours. "Fuck me… I want it." And it was so genuine, and pure of any lies. And it was so dirty with truth. "Please… take me."

She'd realized how deep she was into this situation… and the feelings she could barely hold down.

Elsa was sleeping beside her—too tired and too relaxed to even go home. On the other hand, Anna couldn't sleep. She stared at her… her face so pale… so peaceful. So quiet.

The clock ticked, and the night had suddenly calmed down, free from any lights, empty of any people. It was cold out there, but in here… it was warm. The lights were dim, and Anna had no care for turning it off.

Anna was warm, having Elsa's arm wrapped around her shoulder, and a blanket that covered their bared bodies. At this time… Anna could only think and reflect.

She ran a finger across Elsa's cheek gently, but only the feeling of regret crossed her mind. She was surprised Elsa could sleep like this after a night of passion and pleasure. Oh did she feel incomplete. So empty.

"Who are you…?" she whispered. Silence.

Out of all these meetings she'd gone with her, she still didn't know much about Elsa. Yes, she had a younger sister… yes, she worked in a large company, and yes, she was wealthy. But who was she?

Anna looked down to the arm that was over her shoulder. Could she really be this genuine?

The escort didn't want to believe someone like her would show some affection… some real love. And Anna really desired it.

How the woman had marked her up said otherwise. Her subconscious denied it. It's just for fun.

Anna ran her fingers down her neck… the red marks that had driven her crazy, and wanting more. Ah, did Elsa mark her.

She stared at her lips, waiting and contemplating. Anna was in complete denial with her feelings, rejecting her racing heart, the way her cheeks flushed. But one thing she couldn't deny was how good she felt with Elsa. How much she wanted to do it again.

Just… as long as Elsa could be there for her.

And, she'd gotten closer to Elsa. Her breathing was slow, and oh, so soft… and it was luring her to come closer. It drove her crazy, and all she could ever think about was how good it would feel to kiss her again. How warm it would feel.

I'm playing with fire…

Their lips touched gently, and she could feel this fire burning her. Everything was still at the moment, except for her racing heart. Immediately, she pulled away—whether from fear or relief, she didn't know.

She sighed to herself, slowly letting herself sit up. "Why am I like this…?" she questioned, her body curling up into a ball. And she didn't have anyone else to answer her, and, she knew, Elsa would rather tell her that it was alright. Or would she? Perhaps, Elsa would just take her again.

She shook her head from the thought. It shocked her that she'd even think this-as if she knew what Elsa was like, after a month.

It didn't matter. At least she'd steered clear from her feelings… and, she knew, she shouldn't feel this way. And, like Elsa said, she was too open and naive. The opposite of Elsa, but… maybe, the saying was true. Opposites attract, right?

Anna closed her eyes. I doubt it.

Elsa's parents were at it again that morning after Anna had left way before Elsa did back in the hotel. Elsa was still sleeping.

But it didn't matter… she could always text Anna about what happened. She was quite worried, keeping in mind to ask what she was thinking as she left. Oh, it bothered her.

She was already by the front door with Olaf by her side. And she could already hear the loud screaming between the couple from the other side. She looked down at the ground. Perhaps, this was why she'd had such a hard childhood. Elsa never was the one to blame them for anything… but at this point, it fit perfectly.

"Are you sure you want to go in, Elsa?" Olaf held her arm. She turned to him blankly. "I'll come with you if you need."

She smiled slightly, and patted his hand. "No. I'll just… get my stuff, and I'll be out. Wait for me in the car."

"But—"

"They are my parents. They won't hurt me." He doesn't seem to believe me.

"You know what happens when your father gets like this."

She shook her head in disbelief. "I'll be okay, but I'll yell for help if I need it."

"Hopefully, you don't." A heavy pause. "I'll be in the car."

In silence, she watched as Olaf went back to the car before she unlocked the door to her home. Well, former home… as she wanted nothing more than just to get away from this place as fast as possible. They made it so impossible. Her mother was weak. Her father had all the information of her sister… and she doubted he'd bring them up this easily. He was always the one to stop her from continuing on further. To keep them both hidden away from each other.

Elsa sighed. There it is.

"Idunn, don't talk back to me like this."

"You know what you've done!" Elsa watched from afar, her eyes cold, as if she was so immune to their arguments. "Would Elsa agree to this?! Why are you hiding your daughter away from her?!"

"I"M NOT!" His fist made a hard contact on the dining table. "I'm not." And all was quiet… but Elsa didn't seem to care. She just wanted no part of this. Elsa began heading straight up to her room without a word—even if she and her parents hadn't been in contact for a while. What did it matter?

Every time she'd come home, it was always like this. It was terrifying, really—being totally ignored just so they could bicker even more. She always wondered if her parents ever regarded her as their daughter anymore. She just seemed to be another stranger in the house.

The quiet blonde scoffed. It's not a surprise.

Her father always seemed to care more about her little sister than herself. Frankly, Elsa had always been quite jealous… even way before she'd last seen the girl. But in the end, she was a big sister. Being the bigger person, she found herself trying to look for her as well. A part of her wondered, if she ever wanted to be found.

Oh, if only her father would tell her everything she needed to know about her sister. But he wouldn't. As if he was afraid… as if he was so embarrassed to show what he'd done after so many years. He was only a college student.

"Elsa." Dear god. She didn't want to get noticed.

Her footwork stopped, and let her gaze follow, reluctantly. "Father." So cold… so regal. Just another influence from her father.

The man stood tall. "How long has it been since you've last come home?"

It was always like this… always. "I believe it's not that long, Father.

"Elsa, get down from there." Oh, how ridiculous that he was treating her like a child she once was. "It's been three months."

She did what she was told, letting her eyes level with her father. "I've been working hard. Like how you've always taught me… how you've always want me to."

He hummed. "Good. I don't want the company go to a waste."

As if he never did trust her that much… "Yes, father."

"Make sure you come visit us. We are old, Elsa."

"Of course."

Silence. And for once Agdar smiled and laid a pat on her shoulder. "Welcome home. Go greet your mother, darling." Darling. He'd never called her that.

Elsa looked over his shoulder… and her heart nearly cracked, seeing her mother's eyes water with tears. "Hello, Mother." It hurt her to see how identical they were, physically.

"Welcome home, baby. We missed you."

"And I you."

"Oh, Elsa…" The woman hugged her tightly. "I hope you've been well." Elsa couldn't help but smile at the affection. Only her mother would act so kindly to her. She was Elsa's only blanket to keep. "Have you eaten?"

"No." Her face flushed in embarrassment.

"Oh, should I make you some breakfast? You've come home a bit early."

Still, her regal form remained. "Thank you, Mother. But I'll be going soon."

Her eyebrows furrowed. " Really? Will you stay for dinner? Perhaps, lunch?"

She didn't want to disappoint her-especially with those eyes gazing at her. But no. She wanted to avoid her father. "I… I just want to get some of my files and I'll be off." She bowed her head down slightly. "I'm sorry, Mother. I'll… come by tomorrow, if it makes you feel any better."

Her heart ached when she found her smiling. Elsa couldn't help but fall apart from her soft voice. Idunn had always protected her… but when she couldn't, she was weak. "Well, that's alright. I'm proud you're working hard. Make sure you get three meals a day. Okay?"

She grinned pitifully. "I will."

A rough cough. The only bond she had with her mother had broken at the moment. She looked up and glanced coldly at her father. "Father—"

"What have you been doing besides working? During your free time, I mean."

So he knows. Elsa felt her mother hold her tightly, and in return, the blonde squeezed her arm. She'd always gone neck to neck with her father… it was no big deal, and Elsa… wasn't going to be scared of him. Deep down, she knew he loved her-truly loved her. Perhaps, she wouldn't understand no matter how smart she was, but she knew his emotions.

Elsa gazed at him, her blue eyes darkening as if threatening him to not go on further. "Would you like to know?"

"I would, Elsa." He sighed. "I know… I know, I have not been a very good father to you for very long—"

"Why can't you just tell her, Adgar?" She gazed at her mother. Never had she seen the fire in her eyes in a while. "Tell her something about her sister. Anything!"

"You'd think I know where she's at. You'd think I know where her mother lives, but I don't. I haven't been in contact with them ever since…" A pause. "Ever since you were a child, Elsa. Not physically, at least."

She looked away, letting go of her mother to put her hands in her pockets. "It bugs me." A quiet voice, full of hurt and despair. Her eyes closed in disbelief and in wonder why she had decided to go searching for her for two years-even if she needed to travel across the country to find her.

The man stood tall in front of her. "If you must know… her mother hated me so much that she wouldn't even let me know her name. And as a child, you were so eager to see your little sister, even if it was just a minute. I'm sorry, Elsa."

She growled. "You let this happen. Arguing with Mother… you'd think I wouldn't know what you two would be talking about, but I do. You don't know anything, not even a clue?"

His eyes said 'stop asking' but she knew, deep inside, he wanted to say sorry. "No, Elsa. Please, just leave them be. You have to."

"Adgar, why are you scared?" Idunn questioned, grabbing his arm. "Did you regret it…? That night?"

"Of course, I do. I'm not trying to hide her… I'm simply…" He looked away. "Fulfilling her mother's wishes."

Elsa's eyes widened in realization. "You're still in contact…" And in that voice, she could still hear the little girl that was buried deep inside her. The little fear that was buried within her.

"She's changed her number three years ago. I'm sorry." Liar.

It was silent, and all kinds of emotions came crashing down on Elsa. And she knew, whatever she was going to do… or say, would scare both of her parents. That hopeful smile she had was gone, and she was back to being cold… someone that she had to be, to be strong. She was invulnerable.

"Elsa."

Looking away from her father, she left upstairs, to her room. All she could think about was the smile that little baby had when they first met that winter. It was cold… and she made it so warm. Oh, that image was still so vivid.

She sighed to herself, closing the door, and leaned against it. There was always something holding her back from screaming at her father.

"Hello… little baby, I'm Elsa…"

"Euwza!"

She closed her eyes, shaking her head. "I'm not like you." Quickly, she opened her drawer and picked out the files that she needed. Her eyes picked up, and she stared at the photo that laid on her desk. It was a very old photo, and she could barely make out herself smiling next to the laughing baby. Barely any copper hair… and her face was still puffy and red.

Elsa held back a smile, but her gaze grew soft.

No, it didn't matter anymore. She knew she'd be here in the city somewhere… there was hope. Yes, there was always hope.

a/n: huehue, a bit of drama here and there. hope yall enjoyed! leave a review if you like!