Author's Note: Each chapter will switch perspective between Elsa and Anna, so expect two very different stories intermingling. All Frozen and other Disney characters are the sole intellectual property of Disney.

The platinum blonde stared at the computer screen as it bathed her face in a warm glow. It was nine o'clock, and she had just gotten home from a fairly standard length work day. She was still wearing her dark blue blouse and black skirt and had her hair up in a bun. She was eating some store bought sushi while she went through her emails. Tiana would never approve, but she was out of town for some big event or other, they all blurred together in Elsa's mind. I think she's in Tuscon. Or was it San Francisco tonight? She already did the Paris trip, right? Elsa tried to recall as she scanned through her emails.

Most of them were just about her current cases. She would deal with those in the morning, her biggest case was weighing heavily on her at the moment and she needed a break from work, that would last until at least 7:30 when she was on her way into the office. An email caught her eye. It was from her sister. She opened it.

"Elsa,

I know it's been a while. I'm sorry we don't talk more. Olaf loved his birthday present by the way, I don't think I ever told you. He hasn't stopped driving that thing since it arrived. You know you spoil him right? When are you going to finally settle down and have your own kid to spoil? Are you even dating anyone? You never told me. Then again, I don't think I've asked before. I'm sorry, what even happened between us?

I'm rambling, I know I am. I had a few glasses of wine. I needed someone to vent to, and everyone else I know is too a part of this to talk to about it, so feel free to just delete it, but I have to get this all off my chest. Kristoff and I are considering a divorce. Things haven't been great for a long while, but we've tried to stay together for Olaf's sake. I don't even know where things went wrong? We don't fight, because we don't even talk. We sleep in separate beds, we never spend time together, it's like I live with a complete stranger. He's barely even a roommate. We just share a house and a child and that's it. How did we come to this? I loved him so much, I thought we'd be together forever. I know you told me that I was too young to know what I wanted, but I thought you were wrong. Why are you always right, Elsa? Why did you have to be right?

Send me a message sometime, okay? I miss you. I hope you read all that, I feel better just knowing that somebody else knows. I needed this, thank you. I hope you're doing well.

Anna"

Elsa stared blankly at the message, at a loss for how to respond. I miss you too, she thought. She took a sip of her own wine as she finished off the sushi. Tiana would have paired it with sake, but Elsa was fine with the white wine. She hesitated with her cursor over the delete button. Anna did say to just delete it. She stopped. She clicked reply and typed a message back to her sister.

"I've missed you too. I'm sorry I haven't been around more, you know how busy my job keeps me. I have to spoil your kid, it's an aunt's job. I don't want children, but I have already settled down with someone. No you have never asked." Elsa winced at how cold she was being, but she didn't change it.

"I'm sorry that you and Kristoff are having these problems. I had no idea, I thought things were going great. I'm glad you were able to vent to me. I'm here if you need it." She hesitated over it, it was woefully insufficient, but it was more words than the two of them had exchanged in almost a decade. She hit send and closed the laptop. She then went to the living room to watch some television before she went to bed. She was several weeks behind on each of the handful of shows she watched, and she managed to make it through two episodes before she had to retire.

When she awoke, she glanced at her phone and saw that it was 5:55. She'd woken up five minutes early. She disabled her alarm and hopped in the shower. By the time she'd finished she was feeling rather awake. By the time she had finished her first cup of coffee she was feeling completely awake. She went to her closet and picked out a dark blue knee length dress and a pair of white high heels, which added three inches to her already admirable height. She had a meeting at ten and she needed to look like the ice queen she had the reputation of being. She'd have their settlement in a matter of minutes, and have time to grab a chocolate croissant before her 11:00.

She pulled her phone off the charger and noticed that she had a new email. It was likely just more work stuff that would wait the hour until she was in the office, but she decided to check anyway. It was a response from Anna. This was a new record, they maybe exchanged an email a couple of times a year, two in a single week was a miracle.

It was from the same day. An even bigger miracle. Elsa hadn't checked her emails again before she went to bed.

"Wow, you actually responded. Wait, you're really dating someone? You never told me about him! Who is he? Tell me everything. I'm still your sister, I know it's been a while, but if you're in a relationship I need to know who. If mine's falling apart, at least let me live vicariously through you, okay? Pretty please?

Thank you for not rubbing it in. I know you never liked Kristoff, but he was a good man. He still is, just because we're not working out anymore doesn't mean he's some kind of monster.

Now seriously, tell me everything. What's his name? What's he do? Does he treat you well?

I love you,

Anna"

Elsa turned white. Can I really tell her? She and Tiana had been together for almost three years now. Elsa had never found the courage to tell Anna about her. For that matter she'd never found the courage to tell her about Anastasia, Mulan, or Elisabeth either. The coming out conversation had waited fifteen years, it could wait until after work. She closed out of the email, grabbed her bag and a travel mug of coffee, and climbed into her car to begin her commute.

Elsa arrived at the skyscraper housing Gaston, Philip, & de Ville. It occupied the 20th-22nd floors of the 36 floor white tower, which was covered in windows and Gothic arches, and took up an entire Manhattan block. She parked in the massive underground garage, then used her fob to have the elevator carry her up to the 20th floor.

She acknowledged the handful of coworkers that she ran into on her way, and by eight o'clock she was at her desk, nursing the remnants of her coffee. She logged into her office computer, and decided to finally peruse the work emails that she had been ignoring for the last eleven hours. Most of them were only confirming meetings or other various details which really needed no elaboration. She gave curt responses confirming the exact same details she had already confirmed with every single one of them.

One however was from a name partner of her law firm. Upon reading it she had to read it twice more to make sure that it was real. Her stomach lurched. There's no way, she thought. They wouldn't assign me to that case. That son of a bitch.

She stormed out of her office, up to the 22nd floor, where Gaston waited. His secretary wasn't at her desk, so she pushed open the door to Gaston's office, not bothering to knock. "The hell is the idea?"

Gaston stared at her, a haughty look on his face. "I think that's my line, you're the one that just barged into my office."

"You assigned me to the Thompson case!" Elsa screamed, her face red.

"Oh that," he feigned realization. "What of it?"

"You know exactly what!"

"Are you refusing the case?" Gaston smirked.

Elsa growled. There was no way she'd give him the satisfaction. "Can it. You know I have more than enough cases right now."

"And I assigned you one more. If you're incapable of doing so, then I'll take it as your resignation. If your disrespecting me like this wasn't one already." His calm exterior belied the game. He was only baiting her, she hadn't even begun to upset him yet.

Elsa deflated. She had no leverage in this fight. "Just tell me why."

"You sure you want to know?" he smirked.

Elsa glowered. "Damn right I want to know. What the hell are you thinking? Putting me on this case when I'm-"

The smirk grew ever wider. "Oh but Elsa, that's precisely why."

"You assigned me to the fucking homophobe because I'm gay?"

"Exactly."

"What?"

Gaston took a moment to enjoy the look of shock and fury on the younger woman's face. "It's no secret how I feel about your... kind."

"What, women or gays?"

"Yes. Nevertheless, you've proven yourself to be a more than able lawyer. In five years you managed to make partner. I'm putting you up for equity."

Elsa paused and stared at the man, her fury being quickly overtaken by her confusion.

"I don't like you, at all. I think you cavorting about with your little tryst in People Magazine last year besmirches the good name that I've worked for decades to establish, but you're the best lawyer we've had in years, and quite frankly, you bring in clients." Elsa shuddered at the reminder. Tiana's fame had caused her nothing but trouble. "However I want you to prove yourself. If you can't manage to defend someone you hate, then really, what good are you as a lawyer?"

Elsa's breath left her in one great sigh. I should be thrilled at the chance, but just, not this case. "I understand. Sir," she spat.

"Then get out of my office. Some of us have work to do." She nodded and turned to leave. As she stepped through the still-open door he called after her. "And Elsa, if you're as good as I think you are, you can win this case without establishing any precedent that will hurt more of you in the future."

By the time her ten o'clock was there, Elsa had resigned herself to her lot, composed herself, and was even starting to feel a little excited about the opportunity, though this excitement only made her hate herself all the more. She had made many compromises in her life as a lawyer, but this one left a particularly vile taste in her mouth. I'm a partner, damn it. I shouldn't have to do this.

She stared across the table at Ed and his compatriots, as well as their lawyer, Mr. Naveen. Elsa's icy blue eyes bore down upon the shorter man as he writhed in his chair. He muttered "As you can see, Mr Scar has failed to pay my clients for the completion of their contract. As such they are due compensation." He gulped. "I believe our request is more than reasonable."

Request, not offer. He has nothing. Elsa responded, sounding magnanimous, "It certainly would appear to be reasonable." Naveen smiled, starting to relax. "That is, if they actually completed the contract."

The younger lawyer stammered, "Of course they have." The three seated next to him nodded dumbly.

"Oh really?" Elsa smirked. She was in her kingdom. Here, she ruled. "Then what about subsection three of article four of this contract, which required that all work be completed by the end of 2015, and subsection five of article seven, which states that the remainder due shall only be disbursed upon the the timely completion of the job? It's 2017, and the job still isn't done."

"That's because we didn't get paid!" Ed shouted. Naveen slammed his hand into his head. He'd lost.

"Precisely, and you weren't entitled to any compensation."

"But Elsa, they deserve to be paid!" Naveen pleaded, rising up from his chair.

Anger flared up in Elsa as she also stood, towering over the younger man. "That's Ms. Agnarrsen. No, they do not deserve to be paid, as they did not fulfill their contract. Out of the kindness of his heart, Mr. Scar was still willing to offer them ten thousand dollars-"

"Each?" Ed's head snapped up, as he looked hungrily at Elsa.

"Total. They can take it, or they can see us in court, but as you can see they don't have a case." Elsa stared down the four before her.

They gave in. The man who had silently observed all of this handed over a check for ten thousand dollars, and Elsa was free to make a run for her favorite cafe before her next meeting.

She arrived at Oaken's at 10:20. The meeting had been over even more quickly than she had expected. I needed that, she thought as she waited in line. It was good to be reminded of exactly how much she loved her job, especially when she was going to have to defile herself with her upcoming case.

When she arrived at the front of the line, she was greeted by the burly man's usual "Hoo hoo."

"Good morning, Oaken," she smiled. She loved coming here, the smell alone was enough to relax her. It was a fairly small coffee shop, but it had a warm comfy look. There was a fireplace in one corner, and all of the chairs were large leather recliners, that could comfortably seat a person for hours as they nursed a coffee and enjoyed the building's free wireless. Its walls were adorned in various knickknacks from Elsa's home country, and the cafe always felt like home to her. The delicious drinks and pastries didn't hurt her mood either. There was a larger one on the other side of town with a full menu that was run by the rest of the Oaken family, but this one was only a block away from her work. "I'll have a hot chocolate and a chocolate croissant."

"Rough day, then, Elsa?" She normally ordered a coffee to go with her pastry. Oaken knew her too well.

I definitely come here too often. "It could have been better, but I think it's already turned around."

"Well I'm glad to hear that. The hot chocolate's on the house. Would you like marshmallows?"

"Of course. Wait, why is it on the house? It's not like I can't afford it," she laughed.

"When my best customer has had a bad day, what kind of man would I be to charge her for some hot chocolate?"

Elsa smiled at the older man and he beamed back. The day really has turned around. "Thank you, Oaken. I really appreciate that."

"I'm happy to help, Elsa. That'll be just a minute." He turned to make the blonde woman her beverage.

Elsa waited patiently, and noticed a new email on her phone. Before she could open it however, her order was ready. She paid for her croissant and placed more than the value of the hot chocolate in the tip jar. "I'll see you tomorrow, Oaken, have a good day."

"You too, Elsa. Good luck in the shark tank!"

Elsa returned to her office feeling reinvigorated and ready for her eleven o'clock. She had managed to devour the entire croissant on the way back. She rarely ate breakfast before work, so she'd been rather hungry. Belle reached the elevator at the same time as Elsa did. She was a new associate and had only been with Gaston, Philip, & de Ville for a little over a year. She was a good kid, but Elsa doubted her future there. She was very bright and she knew the law quite well, but from what Elsa had seen of her in the courtroom, she had trouble with confrontation, and confrontation was the entirety of their job.

"Good morning, Ms. Agnarrsen," Belle chirped. She was holding a tray of cups of coffee. Apparently Elsa wasn't alone in her opinion. Any of the secretaries would have been much more reasonable for this task, and wouldn't have been wasting as much company money.

"Good morning, Belle," Elsa replied, staring at the numbers above the elevator's door as they counted up to twenty.

Belle searched for words. Before she could find any, the elevator doors opened, and Elsa rushed out.

It was nearing eleven, and Elsa wanted to look over the case file a little more while she enjoyed her cocoa. She weaved her way through the halls of cubicles and past a few other partners' offices before she arrived at her own. She sat down and sipped at her drink while she scanned the files. It was a fairly cut-and-dry case, but it was also a very important client and she wanted to make a good impression.

She was still going over the file when a knock at her door drew her attention. A large muscular man wearing an expensive suit walked into her office. He extended his hand in greeting, "Ms. Agnarrsen? I'm -"

"Mr. Kuzco. Of course, I was just brushing up on your son's case." Elsa stood and took the proffered hand.

"Tell me, do you think there's anything you can do?" He inquired, taking a seat across from the blonde, a mix of fear and resignation clear in his voice.

Elsa tried to reassure him, "I can't tell you that it looks good, but I have won tougher cases. It's largely going to depend on the judge, and what kind of settlement you'd be willing to take."

"Anything that will minimize what he'll have to go through. He still has his whole life ahead of him."

"Of course, Mr. Kuzco. I'll make sure that he serves as little time as we can manage. He didn't hit anyone, I may be able to get him down to only a few courses and some community service."

"Even with the two kilograms of cocaine in his trunk?" his father sighed.

"Well fortunately it was a stolen car, so we can make the argument that it wasn't his, and after the car was returned, and I assume the owner was justly compensated, he has refused to press charges, so it's unlikely that the DA will try to include it as a charge."

"But he still could?" the older man cried.

"I'm afraid so, it's always at the prosecution's discretion."

"I understand." there was still some hope in his eyes, "But you still think you can get him off?"

"I'm not saying that he'll be acquitted, but I'm pretty sure we'll be able to get him down to a slap on the wrist."

"Thank you, Ms. Agnarrsen. I owe you so much," he leapt from his chair in tears, hugging the blonde, as she stiffened in response and tried to pry herself free.

"It's okay. Your payment is thanks enough."

After the brunette managed to collect himself, he bid her farewell and left, thanking her again on his way. That went better than I'd expected.

The rest of her day had passed by relatively uneventfully. She had a few more cases she had to do work for, with some assistance from a few paralegals and associates, but she didn't have any more meetings or court dates during the day. She managed to actually make it home by seven o'clock, for an early evening. She cracked open a bottle of red wine and ordered a pizza. In for a penny, in for a pound. Tiana isn't going to approve of anything I've been eating.

While she waited for the pizza, she decided that she ought to respond to Anna's email before she drank too much of the wine. She opened up her laptop while she gingerly sipped at her drink on the leather couch in her living room.

She quickly glanced through her emails and saw nothing else of any immediate importance, so she opened up Anna's incredibly presumptive message. Not like I ever gave her any reason to think I didn't like men. Then again, I didn't give her any reason to think I did.

She glared at the screen. After a deep breath and an even deeper gulp of wine, she began her response.

"I really assumed you already knew, as many times as there've been photos of me at her appearances." Always have to act like a bitch to her, don't you? "I'm dating Tiana Rose. I'm gay, Anna. I know I should have told you at least fifteen years ago. I don't know why I never did. I'm sorry, I'm a complete bitch." Yeah you are. "Things have been going really well with her, we've been together for almost three years now. I love her." She hesitated. "I'd love for you to meet her sometime. I'm sorry I've never introduced you before. I haven't seen her in a few days, as busy as we both always are, and as much as she has to travel for work, but things have actually been really good between us.

I'm really glad you emailed me. I wish we talked more often. I love you, Anna."

She hesitated with the cursor over the send button. A strange urge was welling up within her. Perhaps it was the burden that she had just finally removed from her shoulders after over a decade, or perhaps it was how Anna had used her to vent the day before. She resumed typing.

"I have this case I've been assigned. I know I've done a lot of questionable things in my career, but what Mr. Gaston is making me do now is too much. I don't know if I can make myself do it, or if I can live with myself if I do. How ridiculous is that, I've defended murderers before, but this fucking homophobe is too far?"I never curse around Anna. "I just need to know, am I really just a bad person?" Don't send this, you sound like a whiny asshole. She clicked send.