What am I doing here…? Anna gazed blankly out of the window, chin deep under the quilt. Morning arrived. The sun was already shining, gently caressing her skin, clouds moving with the wind through the sky. That night, she slept alone with nothing and no one to bother her. She had been sleeping so peacefully, but now that she was awake, she would give anything so that she could experience that peace again.

"Mm…" She shut her eyes, eyebrows furrowed at every thought that cursed her, and pressed herself against the pillow. Tears gently flowed out. Ah… this warmth that covered her, it smelled like Meg. But Anna was too broken to dwell on this. To even begin to think that everything was okay. It wasn't.

Anna was so fucking tired… so helpless. All she wanted was to tell Elsa everything - to save herself. But she couldn't.

She knew Meg had gone out in the middle of the night. What she was doing? Anna wasn't sure. In fact, she didn't give two shits. At least that's what she told herself. All she cared for was comfort and a few hours of sleep. Get it together… That's all she could say to herself for so long, but she knew now, that she could never be the same anymore.

In the silence, the alarm clock ticked beside her on the drawer. She wanted to cry, but she had had enough of her own pity party. Right now, the ticking was music to her ears to calm her down in the early morning. I know… I know it all. I can't have her…

Before she knew it, Anna had slowly fallen back to sleep.

When she awoke an hour later, Anna felt emptiness filling her whole - physically, mentally, emotionally. She needed to get up. She had to face Meg. That was the least she could do.

She sighed, sitting herself up in bed - wearing only a large shirt - and ran her fingers through her loose auburn hair. "Hm…" Teal eyes caught on a small note sitting on top of the drawer next to her.

"Good morning. If you still want to sleep, you may. I will leave breakfast for you. If you don't, take your time getting ready and come out. I'm making something light to help you eat."

With care, Meg.

With care… Anna stared at it for so long, but she could just… never get over the fact that Meg only 'cared' for her. What they had - what they did… was just fun for Meg. Not that those things mattered anymore. Growling in frustration, she crumpled the paper into a ball. She got out of the room, knowing she would accomplish nothing being holed up in there. Her head hurt, her heart hurt… but she had given Meg one chance. And although she didn't love Anna, a part of Anna was grateful. That Meg would still talk to her. That Meg would -

Anna's eyes widened. "Elsa…?"

Meg picked her head up. "Anna, good morning." She smiled. She was in the kitchen, wearing only jeans and a white t-shirt. Anna grimaced in hurt. How could Anna ever mistake that woman for her? The redhead gazed down, slowly plopping her side against the wall, her arms hugging her own body. "I… I thought you were -"

"I'm not Elsa," Meg replied, grabbing two plates of food and placed them on the dining table. She pulled a chair for Anna. "Sit." She's not angry.

Anna cleared her throat. "You… made food…"

"I'm not entirely sure if you're still comfortable with your appetite, so I made you something light." Meg placed her hands together.

Anna glanced away. She didn't deserve to look at her. "I… I want to go home -"

"I told your mother last night to not worry about you. You should eat." She walked towards where Anna stood by the hallway, reaching a hand out to her. "Come."

Come…?

Anna blinked, raising an eyebrow. She stared at the hand that reached out to her, the hand that took her in… that touched her.

Anna's stomach churned, groaning, her hand placed on her forehead. It hurts…

"I've always pushed people away, but for you… for you to even be here right now because I said so, is beyond me…"

"It was that snowy day when we met. She was…"

"Go on. Do what you want."

"You're mine."

"Anna! Anna, calm down!"

The redhead gasped in a huge panicked breath, feeling hands wrapped around her wrists. Her wild eyes glanced over them, then to Meg. No… let go, LET GO! "M-Meg -"

"It's okay, it's okay… I've got you."

Anna whimpered, twisting her wrists in an attempt to pull Meg away. "D-Don't touch me -"

Immediately, the brunette hugged her, fingers running gently through her hair… lips to her forehead. "I'm sorry… I'm sorry," she breathed against her skin. "I've got you… I'm sorry..."

Nothing… oh, nothing felt more comforting at that moment than to feel Meg hold her. And slowly, they fell to the ground and sat there.

For a while, Anna didn't say anything… didn't even cry. She wanted this - the calmness, the way Meg hushed her like a baby. Like a baby, huh? When did she become this weak? She hadn't had someone hug her like this for so long.

Perhaps ten or twenty minutes had passed while they sat like this on the cold floor - Anna's head on Meg's shoulder, feeling fingers brushing through her hair, letting Meg's soft voice wander into Anna's ears to relaxation. This was paradise for now. And those nights… they were hell.

"Thank you," Anna whispered.

"I'm doing what I need to for you." She could feel Meg smile a bit. She brushed loose strands of hair behind Anna's ear. "Thank you for trusting me."

"And… I'm sorry." A pause. "I'm sorry about the way I treat you… I-I don't deserve this s-sort of care."

"You do, and you will. I want you to be okay."

"I am okay now." Anna melted into her arms.

"I can't still hold you?" Meg chuckled, prompting her to break out a small grin too. Warm, even…

"Well, this is… comfortable."

"Then I don't think you'd mind if I still hold you like this."

"No, but I'm hungry. I… I want to eat."

Immediately, Meg broke out into a beam, her eyes wandering to see the expression that Anna had. She caressed her cheek. "You know, I haven't heard those words for a while now. This is good. Very good."

Anna only smiled to get rid of the worries Meg had. Slowly, they both got up, having Meg hold her while they walked to the table.

She stared at the plate of food as Meg sat her down. Oatmeal, salad, boiled eggs…

Anna gulped. Her appetite was just not the same anymore. With Meg sitting across from her, eating in silence, watching Anna carefully, she knew she had to get something down her stomach. Though, she wasn't eating as much lately anyway. Even less without Elsa watching her.

"Eat, Anna."

Anna glanced at her, then back to the food. "I, uh…"

"Here." Meg grabbed an uncracked egg and gently smashed it on the table. She peeled the hard skin off until only the whites were completely visible. "You don't have to eat the yolk. Just one bite, alright? At least, have some salad. Please." Meg placed it on Anna's plate, using her knife to slice it into little pieces.

This wasn't so bad. Someone was caring for her… giving all the love she could so Anna would be fixed again.

Taking a deep breath, Anna held the fork in her fingers and took a bite. And another one. She peeked up to Meg.

"Good, huh?" Meg chuckled. "Don't worry, if you still want more, I've got leftovers."

"Um…" This was nice. But, perhaps, this was wrong too. Something was up… Anna knew it. The way Meg looked at her gave Anna chills. How she acted was even weirder. Was it last night? She bit her lip. "I… I know you went out last night."

Meg froze. "I did. I forgot about my binder so I went back to the lecture room -"

"That's a lie, isn't it?" Anna twitched. "You never lose stuff."

The brunette took a deep breath. "Look, Anna -"

Goosebumps immediately crawled up her arms. "What did you do…?" Oh, please. She didn't have the power to even physically yell anymore. "Where did you go?"

"Anna -"

"Please, I - " Anna shut her eyes and stood up. "Can you please… for one goddamn second, answer me?"

And for a moment, Meg didn't answer, until she stood up as well. "Fine, last night…" she breathed. "I went to Hans -"

Immediately, Anna groaned, her fingers pulling into her hair. She started pacing, disregarding how Meg called her. How Meg was 'sorry'. "Fuck, no, no, no, no…"

"Anna, I just want to protect you -"

"I DON'T NEED YOUR PROTECTION!" she shouted, frantic, panicked. She could see the disappointment that was in Meg's eyes immediately. For one second, Anna wanted to be happy, but this? This wasn't the happiness she wanted. "I don't need… another person that I care about to get hurt." The emphasis left Meg twitching.

"And I don't want you getting hurt, either. He's taking an advantage of you, Anna."

"Do you know?" Anna questioned. "Did he tell you?"

"He did," she replied, firmly. "I know everything."

"What the fuck… what the fuck, Meg…" Anna shook her head. Oh, she wished tears would fall at that moment so she didn't have to look at that goddamn woman's face. Again. Fuck, again, there was that pitiful look. Anna didn't need this at all.

She completely disregarded the expression that Meg had. Anna didn't care - people looked at her like this all the time. She was always seen as a helpless, vulnerable person. But Meg? Someone who Anna once thought was strong, open-minded - cold, even - was acting just like those other people.

"Anna, please, you have let me protect you - but I can't even do that, with him -"

"I'm doing this for Elsa!"

"AND I'M DOING THIS FOR YOU!" Meg yelled, glaring angrily at the woman. Anna barely flinched, tearful eyes fixed on Meg's. She was in complete disbelief. Anna thought she could trust her. "Do you have any idea what's going on in your mind?!" Meg quickly grabbed Anna's collar of her shirt and exposed her bare shoulder. Her bruised, scratched shoulder. Her whole tortured body. "Look! Look at this!" Anna tried jerking away. "Look at yourself! Do you have any regard for what is going on with your body?"

Anna quickly slapped her hand away. "Don't - Don't you dare tell me how to take care of myself," she growled lowly. "Don't you dare…" She sniffled. I can't keep repeating this.

"I saw you, Anna! When you were bathing yesterday…" Meg swallowed, a hand pressing against her forehead. "For God's sake, I - I wanted so badly to call the police. I wanted that bastard gone. I wanted to kill him. But I couldn't because I know you wouldn't want that. Who would ever let this happen? How could I let this happen?"

The redhead was shaking with anger, completely speechless. Fuck, she wanted to slap the woman for saying anything. She couldn't. Meg was right.

"Anna, you've been so smart, why are you acting like an idiot now?" She paused, only to find Anna gazing down in shame. "She blinded you."

"No. No, she… she didn't."

Meg scoffed, shaking her head. "No, go ahead. Be in denial. Because other than you and I who knows what the fuck is going on, nobody can help you. Not even Elsa."

Anna was completely speechless. And the words of anger that she wanted to unleash, were stuck in her throat. Meg was right. Completely. But nothing Anna could say would make them feel better. She sighed. "So y-you knew about Elsa… what we are…"

"I don't care what you two are. You didn't know, Anna… did you?"

Immediately the girl shook her head. That doesn't relieve me… the guilt and shame she tried to hide were finally coming back. If only… if only she didn't know they were sisters. If only they could still be together.

Anna grimaced. "You don't even care whether Elsa gets hurt or not -"

"I care about you." Meg sighed. "I don't doubt Elsa would say the same."

Anna shook her head, eyes widened in fear. "Why… why are you…"

"Please, Anna."

She immediately backed up when Meg tried to come near her. "I-I thought you'd care about her…"

"I care about you - more than you ever know, and if it means keeping you away from that shithole, I will do whatever it takes -"

"STOP!" Anna covered her ears. "Just… stop. Don't say it… don't you dare say it."

It was Thursday night again, and Anna felt numb as she came up to the hotel room. But she taught herself not to feel anything. To let her body speak instead and cloud her mind from any reason. It was good for her. It kept her sane - sane enough, that is.

Moments like this week… makes me question that.

Adjusting her duffle bag over her shoulder, she unlocked the door with the passcode. This was all too familiar. She knew this was the same hotel that was appointed to her… she didn't think she would come back to this room again.

It looked almost the same as when Elsa used to sleep with her. The bedsheets were different, the roses that were once there were replaced by lilies and the wine cellar… they were open, and so was a bottle of wine placed on a counter. Her heart hurt. Seeing all this… all she wanted was to see Elsa standing by the glass window, gazing distantly out into the open night, waiting for Anna to come.

"You're late."

Her heart stopped. There was this small glimpse of hope that Elsa would be there. That everything would be normal again. Anna slowly turned, her eyes suddenly widened at the sight of long brunette hair pulled into a ponytail. The woman was looking out into the night, a glass of wine in her hand. She didn't need to guess to know who that was. And when Meg turned, she let her hair escape from its containment and fall down her back. "Anna." This has to be a joke.

"You…" She scoffed and immediately turned back around to the entrance. "I'm going -"

"Please, don't."

She froze. Why the fuck… is she here? Why did she stop? Huffing, she clenched her fingers into a fist, and swiftly, turned around. "Why not?" She squinted in exasperation. "Why are you here? Where's my client?"

"Right in front of you."

"... You've got to be fucking kidding me." She dropped her bag and ran her hands over her face, sighing. Was this Meg's way of taking care of Anna? Or was this just all fun and games again? "Are you being serious right now? What did you do?"

"Why do you think I've done something?" Meg walked over to the vanity across from the bed and set her wine glass down to check her cell phone.

"Because you… you…"

"I just don't want you doing something that you'll regret." Meg turned to Anna took a deep breath, and whatever it was that Anna was feeling right now… it was gone. The warm eyes that Meg had a second ago turned cold… and the escort was completely frozen in her spot. She hadn't seen that look for a while. Anna had forgotten how scary it was to see her this way.

But Anna didn't falter - didn't fall into her trap. She couldn't. Normally she would be able to detach herself, but… not with Meg walking up to her, fingers running through her auburn hair. Anna gazed at those tender fingers. Gazed into her brown eyes, sternly. She didn't say anything - letting all this happen. Because perhaps, this was what she wanted.

Disappointed, she shook her head. "I don't believe this…"

"I…" Meg searched through Anna's mysterious expression. She sighed. "I'm sorry. We don't have to do anything - I'm only here so that you have a day where you can just… rest. I don't want you working constantly for five days. I don't want you doing… that."

"Rest?" Anna squinted. "What rest? You're paying for this, don't you understand? I don't -" The way Meg was looking at her… so lovingly. So calmly. She hadn't seen that in a long time. Not from Elsa… or her, anyway. Her heart stopped. Perhaps, she hadn't realized yet - that Meg really wanted nothing more than Anna's safety. Her own well-being.

"I thought if I could be here for you. With you to listen to… to talk to, you would feel, at least… happy," Meg breathed.

"Happy…?"

"Yes, happy. I can make you feel safe."

She craved it. When was the last time she had ever had fun? When was the last time someone had made her smile? Perhaps Anna was completely drunk still from her attraction to Meg. Completely delusional. But she would take that any day, rather than the bitterness that filled her heart every night.

Licking her lip, Anna kept her teal eyes on the woman, and slowly… she let her fingers unbutton her own shirt from the top down. "You know what's on the contract right? I don't have to say it."

Meg stiffened. "Anna, wait -" She swallowed hard before continuing. "I just... I want you to know that you don't have to do anything. With me, I mean. We could just spend time together... if you want."

"Please." Anna let her shirt fall to the floor… her own front, her own breasts, and stomach… everything bared for Meg's eyes. She came close to the woman, lifting Meg's hands to her chest, her own body sharing this warmth with the woman that she had fucked. Her eyes wandered, glittering with broken hope… with the lust that was still within her before Elsa ever came into the picture. Oh, how she missed this… how different Meg had treated her compared to others.

Elsa… No, she couldn't think about that now. All she wanted was to make herself feel good… to make herself feel like the princess that they both had made her into.

She breathed against Meg's skin… lips close to hers as well. Oh, her sweet breath… the shivering that Anna could feel, it was riveting. "Please, let me have this - to have you…"

She felt hands grasp her wrists. "I thought you wanted to run..."

"I did." A pause. She searched Meg's expression, lips bit in seduction. And she let her arms hug Meg's shoulders. "But I realized… how much I distrusted you even though you proved me wrong time and time again."

"Anna…" Meg shook her head.

"I want… I just want tonight to be just us. No thinking…" She smiled, whispering, lips smiling against hers. Oh, she forgot how sweet Meg was… how soft her skin was. It was paradise. "No conflicts… just us. Or, if you want, just you. Will you give me that?"

Meg didn't answer for a second. Her face began to twist until it had fallen soft. "Do you want that? If I help you… will you let me?"

"God, yes…" And before Anna could even think of anything else, she kissed the woman's lips… her sighs leaving them both in a puddle of desire. And slowly, Anna had stripped herself of her own clothes… Meg's clothes… and her own dignity to save herself from the reality she lived in.

And pushing Meg onto the soft quilt on the bed… to feel petals of lilies falling onto them, to feel her fingers searching every part of her body, to feel her skin caressing her own. She yearned for this - the feeling of someone loving her, rather than taking advantage of her.

Anna could finally have this high for her own enjoyment. Even if it was for a little while. Even if it was wrong.

"No conflicts… just us. Or, if you want, just you. Will you give me that?"

"Do you want that? If I help you… will you let me?"

"God, yes…"

Hans immediately shut the video and set Meg's cell phone on his desk, a satisfied smile crossing his face. Meg felt completely disgusted… so vulnerable… but she didn't let her guard down. Her cold eyes were piercing with annoyance and anger. This was the right thing to do. She needed to believe that. But she had never seen such distasteful, disgusting person as the one sitting in front of her. This is so fucked.

She leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. "You're not going to watch the rest."

"No, I'm not." He stretched his arms, groaning. "At least not with you here, I'm a gentleman." Gentleman. He smiled at her and then looked at the cell phone for a moment, nodding almost imperceptibly. He stayed quiet for a second. "I need you to send me a copy of this."

Her fingers twitched. Did she hear that correctly? "What?"

"You heard what I said." What the fuck?

Meg immediately rushed towards Hans and pounded her fist on the desk. She leaned over as close as she could, but getting in his face wasn't a threat to him at all. "Damn it, what do you fucking want? I did what I could. You just wanted to see proof! You've seen it. Now all we have to do is tell Elsa."

Hans leaned back with that awful smirk of his, his hands clasped behind his head. "Well, I'm altering the deal." He waited briefly for a reaction from Meg, and not seeing it rolled back to the desk and held the phone. "Sorry, Star Wars joke," he chuckled, "but seriously send me the video, or Anna stays on schedule."

"You won't do that."

He raised his eyebrows in complete contemplation. "Actually, I hear there's a frat convention in town and they'll be looking for entertainment the next time she comes in." He looked back up at Meg, his smile unwavering. "Think Anna can pull a train?"

Asshole. She grimaced. "You disgust me."

He scoffed. "Oh, I disgust everyone, you're not the only person to ever say that. So?"

Meg looked away and closed her eyes, trying to think of a way out. This wasn't just about Anna anymore. She was in that video. If she relented, he would have them both. But if she walked out now - no. As long as Anna got out of there, it didn't matter what else would happen. She turned to Hans with her jaw set.

"Fine. I don't care what you do with Elsa - what you do with me - but I want Anna out of this thing, immediately." She put her hands on his desk and looked him directly in the eyes. "And I swear if that video ever gets out -"

Hans clapped his hands together, pleased with himself. "Ha! Why don't you worry about yourself? This will be a private showing," he nodded at the video, "anyway does Anna know?"

"No, she doesn't."

He tilted his head. "And here I thought you wouldn't actually do anything."

"I didn't. She did." Meg looked away. The guilt she had was completely buried under the thought of just saving Anna. If it meant that it had to come to this… Meg would take it. Perhaps she was too stupid to think of other solutions, but time was running out. Any moment now, Anna would do something that she would regret.

"Well… good. That's better." Better, how? Hans placed his hands in his pocket. "You're not going to tell anyone about this, you hear?"

"Don't be an idiot," Meg growled. "Get to the point, when will you get Anna off your dirty hands?"

Hans raised his eyebrows. "Don't push me." Silence. "Well… after Elsa sees this - the… things Anna had done, after I see her come to me in submission, I'll let her go."

"You're crazy."

"And all of you are under my control." He laughed. "Man, I can't wait to see Elsa's reaction. That slut will learn… oh, she will."

A/N: *pats everyone* it'll all be over soon. if anyone has any comments or questions, feel free to go to my tumblr: not-rotting . tumblr . com