The five year old boy tugged on her mother's hand as they walked down the busy streets of their central area, filled with nothing but expensive entertainment and shopping centers. For hours, Anna got to spend time with her son in preparation for his first day of school in the next few days. Elsa took the day at home to finish up a design that was awaiting for her boss.

With enough money - and Anna almost broke the bank with how much she was buying for Olaf… especially, spoiling the kid, thinking that this was going to be a celebration to another milestone of his life - the mother managed to stuff her car with plenty of new clothes and school supplies. Oh, and let's not forget the new toys Olaf wanted to show off when he was going to meet his new friends.

And with that tug, Olaf paused, standing where he was with his new light-up sneakers. "Mama…?"

Anna blinked, turning to stare at the boy… then looked up to see where Olaf is staring at. A display of Disney clothings and toys. Ah. "What, what is it?"

Olaf pointed up with his little finger to the flat screen in the store, which showed a commercial of Disneyland and how fun everyone seemed to be having. The boy… seemed to be completely in awe with how wide of a smile he had. "Mama, what's that?"

Anna couldn't help but chuckle, getting down on her knees to Olaf's height, an arm wrapped around Olaf's little shoulder. "That's Disneyland. The happiest place on earth."

"Ooh…" Olaf said to himself before jumping up and down on his feet in excitement. "Mama, can we go, can we go?! There's roller coasters!"

Anna could barely hold down a laughter as she tried to keep the boy from being too overly excited. 'Alright, alright," she grabbed the boy's arms, "we're gonna have to discuss this with your mother, if we can go, okay?"

"Pleaseee, Mama?" Olaf pouted, prompting Anna to mock him with the same pout. "I really wanna go! It looks fun! I wanna bring Marshmallow!"

Anna shook her head in pretend disappointment. "Marshmallow will have to get permission from Mom too."

"Don't you wanna go?"

"Mama went before." Anna jutted her chest our in proudness.

The boy gasped in astonishment… and perhaps, horror that his own mother could go without him. "Really?! I wanna be there too!"

Oh, if only you knew, Olaf. Anna silently ran her fingers through the boy's short blond hair, and nodded. "Fineee." She blew a raspberry.

"Yay -"

"But!" Anna put up a finger to have him hold that thought. Immediately, Olaf thankfully knew how to listen and to stopped talking. "Only if you do well in school, and then, we can have a discussion about going to Disney for the summer. Good deal?"

The boy probably was already too excited to even have second thoughts, because the next thing Anna knew was that she had arms hugging her neck, and feet jumping up and down.

Anna didn't mind it. If her boy could be this happy and joyful all the time - like how she always used to be when she was younger - she wouldn't mind planning dozens of trips to the amusement park each and every summer. Besides… having another person who would most definitely enjoy riding roller coasters was better than riding alone.

"Olaf, food is ready! Come grab your bowl!" Anna yelled from the kitchen. The boy was still busy watching his cartoons, being too invested in it that he didn't even seem to hear his mother calling her.

Elsa, of course, was still upstairs, wrapped in a thick coating of a blanket. Anna would see her first, but… well, she had to put her son first. Any parents would put their kids' needs first.

"Olaf! Now!" Anna urged louder, turning to see the boy still watching his cartoon, sitting on the floor. In his arms was Marshmallow as well. The woman frowned, turning off the faucet from washing the dishes. "Honey, if you continue to sit that close to the television, you're going to go blind. And when you do, how are you going to take care of Mom, hm?" Anna crossed her arms. That ought to get his attention.

And it did because she could hear him gasp, his head whipping to where Anna's standing. "Oh no, Mama…"

"Come on, let's eat, baby."

As much as Anna liked being the most care-free, the most fun, and no-rules-allowed parent… well, sometimes Anna really had to add some rules to make sure her son would walk down the right path. She knew he was smart, having all of Elsa's intellectual side to him, so she didn't doubt - even for a second - that Olaf would turn out to be the most obedient kid ever.

It really put a smile on Anna's face when she remembered how hard it was to get Elsa pregnant, and only when she did… out came a miracle child.

The kid immediately grabbed his bowl, making sure it wasn't too hot before putting it on the dining table. Anna decided it was time that his entertainment period was over, shutting the TV off. Olaf didn't seem to mind a bit.

"Tastes good?"Anna asked, grabbing her own bowl of soup and a slice of bread from the kitchen."Careful, it's still a little hot."

"Yes, Mama."

The woman smiled lightly as she sat across from him, watching him eat quietly with his favorite Thomas the Train Engine spoon. "You want more bread?"

He shook his head, humming a light song as he ate, and Anna could just feel his legs dangling under the table as well. What a happy kid.

"You must be very hungry, huh?" She started eating as well, ripping a small piece of bread to dip in her soup.

"Uh-huh. Pop Tarts aren't fulfilling."

"Mm, I can see that. There's more soup left, but I'll need to save some for Mom tonight, okay? I left a container in the fridge, but if Mom doesn't feel better by tonight… remember what I taught you about using the microwave?"

Olaf hummed, eyeing the ceiling. "Never use…

A… a… lum...inum foil. Use glass!"

Anna gave him a big thumbs up. "Good job. Always make sure it's not too hot okay -"

"Mama, I got it." Olaf giggled. Oh, for once, Anna realized she could be quite an overprotective parent, even if it came down to just teaching Olaf how to use a microwave. Olaf probably understood the use of it by now. For Gods' sake, he's seven, not three.

Anna hummed. I guess I'll have to learn how to get used to this. Especially when he's a teen… oh god. Puberty. "Alright, I just wanted to make sure, that's all."

With all that in mind, Anna decided to hurry up and eat a little faster so she could feed Elsa. Sure, her own cooking wasn't as phenomenal as Olaf's other mom, but during their marriage, at least Anna got to learn a thing or two from her. "Is it yummy?"

Olaf nodded. "Mhm. A little too bland…"

"Ah. Well, it should be okay, still. Too much salt is no good, you hear me? And sweets too."

The boy giggled a little, hiding his smile with the little bowl of his spoon on his lips. "Mama, you sound like Mom."

"Do I? I guess I spend too much time with her." Oops. It wasn't supposed to sound like… like that. It wasn't supposed to be an insult… and Anna wondered, perhaps, all the bitterness and anger was slowly slipping out without her even realizing.

Her smile faded when she noticed Olaf staring at his soup, swirling his spoon around the broth. "Mama?"

"Yeah?"

"I… I gotta ask… why do you hate Mom?"

Oh. Anna nearly burst into laughter - although, it was a laughter out of shock and heartbreak. She merely scoffed at herself, reaching to run her fingers through Olaf's hair. His bright blue eyes looked especially… sad. Knowing that Olaf had always been a very optimistic boy, after having to break their marriage, their boy just seemed to change. In a very subtle way, but Anna knew, even if he started off without a clue what was going on, he was heartbroken as well.

She would hate to see her boy come to realization that his parents would never be back together. The thought of him growing up, rebelling, hating on them because of their own selfish needs… hurt. It hurt so fucking bad.

She smiled, taking a deep breath. And hopefully, she wasn't going to weep in front of him. "No… No, I don't hate her. Why? Does it seem like that?"

"Well… well, my friend from school says that parents… I-I don't know, separate because they hate each other? O-Or cuz I'm just a burden? Mama, what's a burden?"

Fuck. The redhead's face twisted, and she looked away. "No, baby. You're not a burden. Never. You're…. the one thing that makes Mom and I super, super happy, do you understand?"

"Mama…" He pouted, frowning. "You know, we never got to go on that Disney trip together…"

That hit Anna right in the heart. She was speechless. When was the last time they had talked about going on a vacation? A year ago? Two years ago? Anna couldn't remember. It should have been one of the most memorable times in their marriage, yet… Anna didn't find it special enough to remember. She had realized, though, Olaf… barely ever gone a vacation away from this dreaded town.

Anna bit her lip, nodding. "I know, Olaf. I know."

"I wanna go on my birthday…"

Shit, please don't give me that. Please don't. "That's not possible, Olaf. But soon, alright? We will go soon." I can't be here. This is going to kill me. Immediately, Anna got up, grabbing her bowl to wash. "Take your time eating. If you want more, there's some still in the pot, but be careful. You can go watch TV."

Olaf… didn't sound like he looked forward to it. He was silent, nodding. But what could Anna do? She sighed, turning around to see his head faced down in disappointment. Fuck, am I even fit to be his mother anymore?

She walked up to him, kneeling right next to him with her hand on his arm. "Hey, look at me."

The boy turned with hurt. "Mama, I thought I was a good boy. You told me."

"And you are." She pinched his cheek lightly, smiling with regret. "I'm sorry for being such a disappointing Mama. I'm a bad mother, Olaf… but I will always, always try to make you happy. Don't worry, alright? Mom and I will take you to Disney one day." She leaned in to kiss his forehead, only to hear him hum, and humming with content too. That was enough for Anna to smile. "Alright." The redhead pulled away, giving her little man a pat on his arm. "You're a big strong man. You can handle waiting right?"

"Heh, yeah."

"Good. Now you're gonna have to wait a little longer. Mama has a mission to make your mother feel better." She got up, puffing her chest up like a superhero at him. The moment he giggled and clapped warmed Anna's heart once again.

And right now was exactly the time where Anna could pretend… they were still a happy family. At least, trying with Elsa, as she walked up to the second floor with a glass of water and a bowl of soup.

"Elsa -" She knocked on the door, only to find her ex-wife trying to get up. "Hey, hey, get back to bed. What are you doing?" She hurried to her side, placing the tray on the counter.

The blonde groaned, scratching her head. "Nothing, I just… I just want to grab a change of clothes… wash myself."

Anna raised an eyebrow, standing by the side she was sitting. "You don't want to wait till you're better?"

Elsa shook her head. "Anna, I smell horrible. I've been sweating -"

"You don't smell that bad."

"Anna." She glared at her, almost playfully… almost serious.

"Okay, okay." She paused. "Well, you're still not gonna get out of bed at this rate, even for a quick shower."

Elsa didn't say anything, gazing away. Her fingers clenched tightly on the blanket. Anna wasn't quite sure what the blonde really wanted to say, but… well, it wasn't like Anna wanted to even try to read her mind. She had given up on that years ago. "Well… would you mind if you…"

"If I…?"

Elsa shook her head. "No, forget it -"

"Look, just tell me. Anything to make you feel better, alright?" Deep down, Anna still cared… and just like Meg said, she still wanted to put others above her. Still wanting to be validated, even if her words were filled with anger.

"Alright. Could you, at least, scrub me down?"

A silent beat passed. Anna stared blankly at her ex-wife, who… seemingly just looked embarrassed. Especially when she was trying to keep focus on Anna.

And even for a beat, Anna's heart also stopped. Out of all the years that Elsa had never fallen sick before, why now? Why… at the point where Anna was trying to forget about her? Trying to move on with somebody else?

Somebody else…

"Elsa, I…" You said it. Anything to make her feel better. Plus, Anna wasn't sure whether they were at the point where they would call each other girlfriends. Meg… she hadn't said a word. But that couldn't be a valid reason. Anna was torn. She pinched the bridge of her nose. Do it. For her. "Alright, just… I'll grab some hot water. You eat, though."

"I will. Thank you."

"Yeah."

Coming out of the bathroom was hard enough when she was just… picturing all the times Elsa had spent with her, naked. It wasn't a lot, but whenever it happened - whenever love or fuck was made - Elsa was gorgeous. It all engraved in her brain now. All of it. And the moment Elsa asked to be washed - not like this was the first time ever - Anna felt herself flare red with embarrassment, anger, and… a sick part of her still desired her. No matter how much she wanted to deny it, she desired her.

She placed the bucket beside the bed with a wet cloth in the water after she closed the door shut. Elsa was still eating, and stopped completely.

"How do you want me to do this?" Anna asked. Surprisingly, she didn't stutter a bit. This is going to be awkward.

"I'll just take off my clothes, okay?" Elsa bit her lip. "If you're not comfortable, I can -"

"No." She bent down to wring the cloth from all the water before getting up with it in her hand. "Just be comfortable. It's not like I haven't seen any of it." Oh god. "We're both women." Nice save.

With that, Elsa nodded, slowly managing to unbutton every little buttons on her pajamas. Pulled her pants… and her panties down. And she was bare. Oh god… completely bare after months of seperation from each other.

And like the confident woman that Elsa always was… she didn't feel embarrassed enough to cover her own intimate parts with her arms. Anna just stared… in awe, in reminiscence… She was just as beautiful as the first time they had seen each other.

Those blue eyes sparkled, watching her, her pale skin going well with the sun like beautiful white canvas, extremely light freckles dotting on her shoulders, and her breasts were well-rounded and full, matching greatly with the flat of her stomach.

"Anna? Quit staring."

The woman blinked, catching Elsa's cautious eyes. Fuck, I'm so screwed. "Sorry. I'll just… come over to the back." She kneeled herself behind Elsa, the warm wet cloth… well, she wasn't sure where to start, but she knew she had to really be 'normal' here. She cleared her throat. Might as well start with the most… awkward part. "So I'm just gonna… start from the front okay?"

Elsa hummed, nodding. Damn it, where is this going to get me?

With one hand with the cloth, she slowly… lightly started on her breasts. Oh fuck… Anna blushed heavily, remembering how good Elsa felt in her hands. How perfectly she fit in her hands, especially, there.

She hadn't realized how much she was shaking as she continued to scrubbed her chest. It shouldn't have taken more than ten seconds, but neither did Anna realize how much time this was taking. That is… until she heard a sigh. What sigh? Oh god, what is that sigh?

"Anna, I… I'm sorry."

The redhead placed the cloth in the water again, wringed, and repeat on her stomach. "F-For what?" Thank god she can't see my expression.

"I've said it before, and I'll say it again… I care about you, Anna. I don't want you to be hurt. I know… Meg is a great person. She tries hard to keep you company, but I want you to be careful too, okay?"

"I know." She continued on to her thighs - knowing she had to miss what was in between. Oh fuck, she couldn't imagine having to wipe her there. She stiffened her breath. "I… I'm over it."

"Are you?"

Anna looked away. "Yeah. I'm fine. I've been telling you. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't."

"Well…" Elsa chuckled. "Are you sure you wouldn't be here if you aren't fine? Are you sure you're fine?" Questioning me again?

Her hand finally managed to scrub on Elsa's small of her back slowly. At least, now, she didn't have to think about anything more intimate.

"I don't really have a choice, do I? I still have a family to take care of."

"And you have Meg too."

Anna didn't want to bring up Meg - especially, she didn't want her ex-wife to bring up someone who was currently in love with her. It just… leaves a very bad taste. She froze for a moment, eyeing Elsa's neck with all this anger in her. Elsa wasn't always like this, bringing in people that didn't need to get involved in their marriage. It was their own problem. But… she couldn't deny Meg had been involved for a very long time, even without them knowing.

She continued washing her back. "I heard you two talked."

Elsa sighed. "We did. I wanted to see if she really was genuine about how she felt about you."

"And? What did you find out?"

The blonde didn't say a word for a second. "She'll treat you well, Anna. Even if she didn't tell me, I can tell she has feelings for you." And how would you know what love is?

Anna could barely hold her thoughts back from being voiced out. She gazed down, continuing to wash her in silence. She didn't want to argue with Elsa, especially, not with Olaf in the house. Honestly… I just want us to be happy again -

Anna blinked. Once. Twice. She stared at the black bruise right on the bottom right side of Elsa's back. What the hell?

She had never seen something like this on Elsa. She was always known to have beautiful skin, and Anna would see absolutely no flaw there. Until now anyway. Anna tilted her head, but she didn't say anything.

Slowly, she ran her cloth right around the area lightly, only prompting Elsa to wince and hiss. "Shit, sorry." Anna immediately pulled back, frowning with concern. She couldn't keep her eyes off it. It just looks so… nasty. "What happened? Where did you get that bruise?"

Elsa sighed, shaking her head. "I tripped over the stairs the other day. Bumped my back against the counter. It's nothing."

"It's hurting." With two fingers, she caressed the wound again. "When did this happen, Jesus Christ…"

"Two days ago. Are you done?"

"Yeah." Anna got up immediately to the closet and brought her a new set of pajamas. It didn't seem right to look at Elsa's naked body, but health over… whatever she was thinking about had to take priority. She took in a breath, rubbing the back of her neck as she let Elsa dress herself. "Uh… do you… I-I don't know, need me to ice that bruise?"

Elsa shook her head. "It's just a bruise, Anna." Her blue eyes gazed down, and slowly, she decided to lay back down in bed. Anna didn't hesitate to tuck her in either, leaving the blonde to smile. "Will you stay tonight?"

Anna froze. "Actually… no. I don't know. Until you feel better, I'll be here, but I…"

"You have Meg to be with, huh?" Elsa questioned, her voice growing softer.

Anna couldn't deny that. She nodded. " 's more soup in the kitchen. You and Olaf will have to heat it back up when it's time for dinner."

"What will you tell him?"

The redhead furrowed. "Tell him what?"

"About Meg."

Shit. Anna didn't think of that. She stared blankly at Elsa, deep in thought… deep in the possibility of breaking the young man's heart. She sat by her side quietly, eyeing at her fingers entwined together. Elsa shouldn't have asked that because now… now Anna wasn't sure if she wanted to be here anymore. It would be risky. Having to tell Olaf that his own Mama was loving someone else?

She remembered when Elsa came home with Hans. He didn't… react well.

She swallowed, chuckling bitterly to herself. "I don't know. I don't think it's time."

Elsa gazed up at the ceiling, shifting herself in bed… possibly feeling the discomfort of the bruise being pressed against the mattress. "E… Eventually?"

Anna didn't answer her as she got up, grabbing another pillow. "Lift your hip up, it'll make you feel better." She hadn't focused on how tender and tired Elsa's smile was as Anna placed the pillow below the blonde's back. She sighed, gazing back at the woman. "Are you sure you don't need ice?"

For a short moment, that smile disappeared, and Elsa… just looked away. Her own fingers held themselves together, and it was almost like… the whole world had stopped as Elsa's breathing softened too.

She got the hint. Anna slowly got up, backing away as she bit her lip. She had to be quiet. Anna… was slowly turning back into the person that her ex-wife didn't need her to be. A slave to the marriage.

"I'm alright, Anna. I'm alright…"