It'd been weeks. The birds were chirping. The sky was gleaming, and Anna basked in the warmth of the morning light over her naked chest. It was so warm - so peaceful. Christmas was so near.

For the first time since she could remember, Anna thoroughly enjoyed feeling another person's body on her own. She cursed at herself. She had been laying in bed on her side for twenty minutes now, unwilling to get up. She couldn't.

Meg's arm was around her waist, her front pressed against Anna's bare back. Anna could feel her soft breath caressing the back of her neck. Ah, when was the last time she had felt so welcomed?

That night, that same night every week, Anna was in her arms… allowing herself to indulge in Meg's scent. To feel her skin caressing on her own. To hear sighs that she never heard from Meg before. That night, Anna felt complete and somehow, she enjoyed all of it. That was all. That night, she had her fun…

And now she felt only regret.

Of course, with Meg having been so kind to her last night, Anna couldn't help but feel a certain way hours before. To give her thanks somehow. This… was certainly not the way to do it, but Anna was so desperate for someone to hold her. To comfort her.

Sighing, Anna carefully shifted Meg's arms off her and slowly sat up, her fingers running through unkempt auburn hair that flowed down her back It was shameful. To see her body covered in bruises - from last night and previous nights - was humiliating. When once she felt proud of those bruises, now it was just a reminder of the things she had done.

Looking over her shoulder, Meg was still fast asleep.

I should get dressed before she wakes up…

So she did, hastily, gathering her stuff in a duffle bag. She quietly cleaned herself up, the memory of last night quickening her pace. She wanted to avoid getting into an awkward conversation with Meg. Though, it's not like this is the first time we've done this… But every time, it was always the same cycle - feel the pleasure, feel comforted, then leave without a word to keep what little pride she had left.

She grabbed her phone from the counter - Anna squinted. Multiple missed calls and texts from… "Elsa?" she breathed. Her heart stopped.

"Mm…"

Anna turned to see Meg rolling to the other side of the bed, still asleep. She wasn't going to freak out right now. She couldn't. Gulping down her beating heart, she gave Meg one last glimpse and opened the front door.

She didn't know what she was expecting. She had been staring at the screen in contemplation for so long… too long. And once she had gotten out onto the street - though, surprisingly quiet and empty - she started to call Elsa. Her sister. Right now… Elsa was her sister.

The fear that she had back then, was coming back right now. That, perhaps, Elsa was going to reject her. Again. But she'd take that chance just to hear her voice. Anna was trembling. With a deep breath, she tried her best to calm her beating heart. Anna leaned against the hotel wall, eyes gazing down at her feet. Good thing she was quick to hide the marks on her body. Elsa didn't know she was still working at the place. The escort wasn't planning on telling her anytime soon -

"Anna."

The redhead felt her breath being taken away. She hadn't heard… her soft voice in so long. Her smile widened with hope. "H-Hey… Elsa."

"How have you been?"

How am I supposed to even answer that? "Good. I've been… I've been very good. Y-You?" Anna clicked her tongue. Lies, lies, all your fucking lies.

"The same as always."

Anna smiled. "I see…" She bit her lip. "It's been kind of long, hasn't it? Well, not that long, considering it's only just a little less than a month since last time? I'm glad you called -"

"I want to see you."

Anna twitched. No. no, not now. But she knew, she couldn't help but agree. She just had to be careful, that's all. "Um, I-I thought you didn't -"

"I miss you."

No, this isn't happening. She shut her eyes. Nothing could ever be said after that.

Elsa took a deep breath. "I want to talk. I know… I have left you behind. I don't want to hurt you, and I know you don't mean to, either. Please. You and I, we're sisters. I need to be there for you, and if I am not… I will only be letting you down."

The girl chuckled bitterly. "L-Letting me down? You're not. You never will. I-I… heh, I do miss you a lot."

"Then, will you let me see you? I'm in a cafe right now. I'll wait for you."

"Um…" Anna dragged her foot on the ground. Oddly, she didn't like where this was going. "Yeah… yeah, I'll see you soon. Just tell me where."

It was already the afternoon, and by the time Anna was across the street from the cafe she already noticed Elsa's car parked out front. Elsa was sitting outside - without her hair tied in a braid. Well, not that she could complain because it always looked beautiful on her… and it occurred to her that she didn't put her hair in braids either. Not just for appearance, but she was too much in a rush to look pretty.

Anna couldn't get herself to walk across though. Seeing Elsa drinking a cup of hot coffee with her expression so loose and carefree… Anna didn't want to go over there and disturb that peaceful scene. She shook her head, clearing her throat, and tucked her hair behind her ear. I have to.

It was warm out, but to feel the wind breezing through the street, to see Elsa finally noticing her through the crowd, was so, so soothing. And they stared at each other… really, really stared, to see if anything had changed.

Physically, not so much, but Anna could see the exhaustion in her eyes. She hasn't been sleeping…

Elsa got up from her seat, a relieved smile on her face. "You came."

Anna nodded. "Y-Yeah."

"Please, sit." Anna took a seat across from Elsa. The escort slowly took her jacket off, disregarding Elsa's curious gaze.

"Warm, isn't it?"

"Huh? Y-Yeah… warm." Anna gazed down.

"I assumed you didn't eat, so I ordered you a coffee and a sandwich."

Anna placed her fingers on the warm cup of coffee and took a sip. Mm… sweet. She noticed Elsa smile.

"I added a few sugar cubes. I know you like your coffee sweet."

Anna bit her lip. "Thank you."

Silence.

Was this all? They were finally together, but this was all they could say. Impossible. They acted like they were complete strangers - but they might as well be. Maybe Elsa was trying to think of something to say. Something that… wouldn't hurt them both.

Anna looked at her older sister's hands. Still pale and skinny as always. Nothing really changed, huh?

"You… let your hair down."

The redhead blinked, noticing Elsa's curious glance. "O-Oh, yeah, um… I've been having it down for a while now." She looked up. "You too. It looks good."

Elsa brushed her hair over her shoulder, some covering her beautiful blue eyes. "It's been a while too." A pause. "Father has been asking about you. You never talked to him after everything."

Anna chuckled nervously. "Y-Yeah, I guess I never did manage to talk to him at all. I'll try again, I promise." She tapped her fingers on the cup. "Family… does come first, right?"

Elsa grimaced. "Family…" Did she even care if they were family? Or was it because Elsa regretted knowing who she found, who she fell in love with, was her sister? Anna grimaced. 'Falling in love' right now, disgusted her. But she couldn't deny how much she yearned Elsa's attention again. The older woman took a deep breath. "Are you still working?"

"Uh, meaning -"

"Are you still working there?"

Anna immediately shook her head. "N-No! Um, after everything, I didn't need to be there anymore and… you were never there anymore so - " She paused. This wasn't what she wanted to say. "I'm working with my cousin right now. It's… more like a community service thing, but I'll get the hang of it." She paused in contemplation. "I didn't want you to worry."

"Are you lying?"

"H-Huh?"

She shifted her seat closer, her eyebrows furrowed in concern. Clear blue eyes were traveling to places that Anna did not want her to see. Luckily, everything was hidden. "Are you lying?" She said it so carefully and slowly.

Anna scoffed. "Why… why would I be lying, Elsa?"

The woman shook her head and looked out to the streets. "I haven't… been there for you for quite a while. So if you are telling the truth, I won't pursue it any further. I may not be… anything else to you anymore, but I am still your sister. I still care."

Her heart ached. She wrung her shaking fingers together, eyes gazing down. In guilt? Shame? Oh, when was she ever not going to feel that way anymore? She could already feel the panic in her rising up… could already feel the need to ask Elsa for help.

Anna bit her lips. "There… there's no reason for me to lie."

"I don't want to lose you again, Anna." Again…?

"Y-You won't. You know that."

Elsa was so observant. So careful. Anna stared at the hand that reached for her. "May I hold your hand?"

Anna grimaced. Why? Why does she…? She can't touch me. I'll dirty her… But in the back of her mind - deep down in her heart - Anna wanted to feel her addictingly cold touch again.

She hesitated, but Elsa was patient. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Anna wished something would happen around them so Elsa wouldn't have to gaze at her so kindly, so caringly.

Slowly, Anna let her fingers graze upon Elsa's… her palm finally placed flat on Elsa's as well. The blonde gently grasped it… letting her fingers lace on Anna's. Ah, she had completely forgotten her wonderfully cold skin.

Her stare fell. "You've grown skinnier… You're shaking." Expression immediately grew dark. The hold tightened. "Anna."

The girl suddenly pulled her hand away. She glanced down with wide eyes, with such exasperation and anger… and guilt that was put upon herself. "I… I'm fine." She folded her hands tightly together.

"You know I always know when you are lying. Spit it." That was… the other Elsa talking. The one who she had submitted to. She hadn't seen her for so long… oh, how she missed her. She hated missing her - "Anna!" the woman yelled, her hand slammed on the table.

The redhead flinched. She wanted out now. Right. Now. It didn't matter if she hadn't seen Elsa for such a long time anymore. She didn't want to see that scared expression at all. "N-No, I told you -"

"Please, Anna." Elsa's eyes glimmered with plea, and she let out a shaky breath, shaking her head. "Don't do this to me… Don't you dare do this to me."

"I -" Elsa immediately grabbed her arm, fingers tight and digging into her. She pushed the sleeve up. Anna felt her heartbreak that instant. "Don't -"

There it was. Everything was revealed. And she stared. All she did was stare. All those marks on her skin… on her body. Anna felt like vomiting. "Elsa…" Anna's eyes widened in fear, tears begging to fall.

"No… no, no, no, no -" Elsa fell back in her seat, fingers running through her hair… and the horror that was in her eyes, Anna could never forget that. The woman continued to shake her head in disbelief. "Why…? Why are you doing this…?"

"Elsa, it's not what you think -"

"What did you fucking do…?" Anna could hear the disappointment and anger in her whisper. She didn't have the guts to answer. Her body slouched in acceptance, eyes gazing away. "Anna, please… please tell me it's not him. Please."

Silence.

"Why…? What the fuck did that bastard do…?" Elsa was crying now, her head down in her hands, fingers grasping her hair in guilt. And all Anna could hear… all she could hear was the constant mumbles of 'please' and 'I'm sorry' behind those tears. It hurt. It hurt more to see this… than Anna being in those situations. To see Elsa so vulnerable was nauseating.

"Elsa… I... " She wanted to grab her hand. To hold her still. She couldn't. Tears slowly flowed down her cheeks as well. "I only wanted to protect you."

Elsa didn't answer. She continued to weep, and perhaps… Anna already knew what she would say. That Elsa didn't need protection. That she was the one that was supposed to protect Anna.

Anna immediately wiped the falling tears from her own face. Her grin was completely broken. "E-Elsa, it's not your fault. I… I wanted to do this. I wanted nothing more than to see you happy -"

"What have I done…? I shouldn't have let you decide..."

And all Anna could see was the heartbreak in her eyes, the bitter tears that slowly trailed down her pale cheeks… the way her shoulders slouched in defeat. They hadn't changed one bit.

Anna wasn't sure what else to say. Nothing she could ever say would make them feel remotely better. Even now… Anna was angry. At herself. At the world.

"I… I…" Elsa looked out into the streets with tearful eyes, her arms quickly wrapping around her body in her own comfort. "I used those days to think… I used those days, hoping that you and I would forget about what we had. I wanted nothing more than your safety. I tried to be strong -" The woman whimpered, letting tears fall freely down her face. "And I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for not being there when you needed me most. I'm sorry for not being the person you want me to be."

Anna covered her face with her hands… finally, finally, sobbing uncontrollably at every word that Elsa had said. Every word that Anna never deserved to hear. Every word that Elsa would never say to her if they were never sisters. She didn't like it - she despised seeing Elsa so weak, so submissive. Elsa reached for her hand, allowing her to take it away from Anna's face. To see how fucked up Anna was. At the moment, she knew… every thought that was in her mind, Elsa seemed to have read it all.

And Anna was shaking, knowing that Elsa knew… how scared she was. She felt tears on the back of her hand, lips on her skin… and no other words could describe the sight that Anna was seeing. She couldn't bear it.

She never thought someone so inspiring and strong, could break down so easily. Anna sniffled, grasping tightly on Elsa's hand. "Please…" she took in a deep sigh. "Please don't cry, Elsa…"

The blonde shook her head, unable to pick up her head. That's okay. Anna wouldn't want her sister to see the sorrow in her eyes as well. "What did he… what did he do to you…?"

Anna bit her lip. Stop crying. Stop it. "I… I didn't want him to hurt you, so I made a deal with him. I-I work five days a week. I… service my clients so that you and I wouldn't get exposed to what we have done. He knows."

Elsa raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Confusion. Lastly, there was shock. "Oh God," she whimpered, shamefully. She finally had the courage to see Anna. "How…?"

Anna didn't want to say it. To rub salt in the wound. But she had to - Elsa needed the truth. "He…" She took a deep breath. "He heard our conversations… recorded it. I-It was my mistake -"

"I shouldn't have… God, I'm so sorry, Anna…"Why…? Why are we like this?

"No, Elsa. No, you have nothing to blame yourself for. I just…" Anna cracked a broken smile. "Hey, I just want you back - to be happy."

The blonde grimaced. "How? How can I be happy when I can't even take care of you?"

Anna didn't know how to answer. But it wasn't the truth. Elsa had always taken care of her - hugged her when Anna needed one, scolded her when she made mistakes and reassured her when she needed comfort. But to Elsa… perhaps, it never crossed her mind because right now, all Elsa could see was Anna as her sister.

"Anna… Anna, I've hurt you."

The redhead bit her lips, shaking her head. "No… no, you didn't." And perhaps, she was deep in denial. But still, neither could she stand seeing Elsa so hurt like this either. "Elsa, I love you."

The woman closed her eyes, pressing her forehead against the back of Anna's hand. Anna didn't need to hear Elsa say it back - she knew Elsa loved her. She knew it… even if it was a different kind of love. Her grip tightened on Anna's hand. "I don't deserve those words… and I don't deserve to say it to you."

Elsa was driving Anna back to her home, finding her sister nodding off that afternoon. It was quiet. It was warm. And Elsa found this especially normal. No, perhaps, normal was the wrong word but… it felt like nothing changed between them. But Elsa knew their relationship made it all different.

Her heart hurt. Her little sister… someone who she had found, by chance, was doing all these things for her. Anna was incredibly selfless, unlike her own selfish big sister. Perhaps, too selfless that it had hurt them both.

The woman took a deep breath, her knuckles white as snow as she gripped the steering wheel tighter. She glanced at Anna, sound asleep in her seat. Strands of auburn hair were covering her eyes. Her breathing was slow. What are we? Carefully, Elsa reached for her hair and ran it through the back of her ear.

Elsa was angry. Disappointed. But most of all… she felt guilty. She wasn't supposed to let this happen… wasn't supposed to put Anna in such danger. And yet, there she was. Here they were.

Elsa looked out to the front, resting her arm on the window sill. And how? Just how could Anna look so in peace sleeping like this? The color on her cheeks was back… the blissful face she had was back. Elsa didn't understand - and she completely hated seeing it. Because now, she knew being an escort for other people in order to protect Elsa was the only thing that could make her happy. Seeing Elsa was enough to bring her bliss.

The woman slammed her fist against the door, growling in anger. "I'm going to kill him…" she mumbled to herself, her blue eyes glowing with fiery. "I will fucking kill you…"

When she finally bought Anna back home, she carried her in her arms up to the apartment, to her bed. Of course, Anna probably had no strength at all to wake up, and was perhaps, so comfortable being in Elsa's arms that the blonde did not have to struggle to put her in bed. No. Anna was light. Too light.

Elsa sighed, running her fingers through Anna's hair, eyes searching her peaceful expression. She could gaze at her all day. "You don't deserve this…" she whispered.

"Mm…" Anna shifted, and finally, her eyes fluttered open. "Elsa?"

The blonde smiled gently. "Go back to sleep, I won't bother you," she breathed.

The redhead squinted, looking around. "Where… Did I fall asleep?"

"It's okay, we're in my apartment. You were sleeping in the car, I didn't want to disturb you. Do you want to sleep more? Are you hungry?"

Anna sighed, looking up at the ceiling. "No." She gulped.

Why? Elsa frowned. "Please, you didn't eat much this afternoon either. You have to eat - I'll make you soup, is that okay?"

Anna looked away, shaking her head. "I… I'm not hungry."

Elsa knew best not to pressure her. She sighed, nodding. "Well, tell me when you are hungry, please. Would you like to take a bath -"

"Can we just… talk?"

Elsa was hesitant, but she was willing to do anything for her sister at the moment. The woman sat on the bed. Seeing that Anna had reached for her hand, she took it. She nodded. "We can talk."

Anna glanced at their held hands. "I - I don't want you to hate me for what I've done, Elsa."

Elsa raised her eyebrow. "No. No, Anna, I would never hate you for something you did for me."

"I know you're angry. You've been angry." Anna bit her lip. "You don't have to treat me like glass. I'm fine. So just - I want to go to -"

Elsa tightened her fingers around Anna's. "You are not going back there." Her voice was so soft, but nothing felt scarier than to hear those words come out of Elsa's mouth.

Anna sighed, slowly sitting up. "Please, Elsa… I can handle myself -"

"I tried to be open-minded, Anna."

"I can handle everything!"

"Look at yourself." The woman immediately got up, eyes wide with anger… tears slowly coating the blueness of her eyes. Elsa was shaking. Her heart was breaking. Enough was enough. "Clearly you can not."

"Elsa!"

"ENOUGH! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU GET HURT!" she yelled, prompting Anna to whimper in response, eyes widening in fear. Elsa saw it immediately. "I don't…" She looked away. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled."

Anna curled her knees towards her body, eyes gazing down at her feet. "No, you're right, I… I put myself at risk for you, and I know I shouldn't have but I do because I-I love you. I'll be fine."

The blonde sighed. "Anna -"

Anna suddenly sniffled, eyebrows furrowed in frustration and exhaustion. "Don't worry, I'll stay here. I won't go, I promise."

"Are you angry?"

Anna shook her head in silence, but deep down, Elsa knew that wasn't true.

For a moment, Elsa didn't say anything as she sat back down. Slowly, she reached for Anna's hand, her thumb brushing on her warm skin.

"Listen, I am only doing this for your protection - for your sanity. I may not… have done my part of being a good sister. I may not have done it at all, but I still care about you, no matter who you want me to be." She frowned, eyes on their held hands. "But I can not always be who you want me to be, Anna." Anna remained stubbornly silent. "You can hate me. You can ignore me. But as long as you are here, at least, you are safe. I won't let him hurt you." Still, the girl didn't say anything. Elsa slowly leaned in to kiss her forehead, her fingers pushing auburn hair back. "You'll be okay, Anna."

"What did you do?"

Hans blinked and took a sip of his glass of scotch. "Am I having deja vu or what?"

Elsa's fingers twitched. She desperately wanted to sock him in the face. "Don't play with me."

"Who's playing? Someone else came barging in here too a couple of weeks ago, asking the same question." He laughed. "Honestly… wow, you look completely different from the last time you came here. What is it… two, three months? Nice seeing your hair down, by the way."

Elsa widened her cold eyes, and as much as she loved to go over there to punch him, she remained near the doorway of his office. On the inside, oh, she was boiling with anger and annoyance. How could such a man smile like that? How did he turn so crooked? Elsa knew, without a doubt.

Back then, Hans was never like this. Hans was sweet. He was lovable. And Elsa treated him with nothing but love and respect. But the person he became - the obsession to have Elsa within arms reach, made the woman regret everything about their relationship.

Elsa understood. This was all her fault. It was a mistake to ever have trusted him. To ever think Hans should be allowed a second chance. To ever have met him. None of this would have happened if she only ended their relationship when she knew things were going downhill. So much for hoping everything would get better.

But this was all two years ago - but not that two years ago mattered to Hans anyway. He wanted answers. He wanted Elsa to be put in place.

She took a deep breath. Her heart felt like it had been stabbed millions of times. "Let her go, Hans." She said those four words ever so quietly, so calmly, but nothing more screamed painful.

He squinted. "Let her go? Tsk, tsk, tsk." He wagged his finger and got up from his seat and walked to the front of the desk. He leaned his hands against the edge, disgustingly green eyes staring back at Elsa. "You know, she's supposed to be here tonight right? Do you know where she is?"

Elsa growled. "Don't push me. Let. Her. Go."

"And let you fuck her too? Play with her feelings?"

She grimaced in disgust, letting her posture fall straight. "So the reason you are doing this… is because of us."

"Us?" He shook his head. "No. Remember? You said there were no 'us'," he hissed lowly.

Enough. Suddenly, she stomped towards him, and - smack. A backhand to the face. Silence. Oh, Elsa had never been so furious before. Never felt more disgusted that she just wanted to go home and wash herself. She wanted to go home to Anna. And never had she wanted to punch someone's face so badly with his smirk forming on his face.

She growled, "Don't you dare get smart with me."

"You never change, huh?" He ran his fingers over his hurt cheek. "Especially that smack… wow. Do that again -"

She quickly grabbed his collar, pulling him into a whisper. They were face to face, eye to eye. "And you've changed too much. Don't make me repeat myself."

He huffed. "Look at you, being all desperate. You were never like that when we were together, Mistress."

"I am not your mistress," she pressed. "What do you want…?" Elsa could barely hold herself together.

Hans immediately pulled away from her hands, and turned to his computer. "What do I want… That's the hard question." He turned the computer monitor to Elsa. A video popped up. Elsa could not believe what she was looking at. Her heart halted, and as much as she wanted to shut her eyes… she wanted to see everything.

Those two people in the night… Those arms embracing each other.

There Anna was, undressing herself. Hugging Meg. Kissing her… telling her that everything was okay. Letting her body go.

Her stomach churned, ears completely blocked from any words or sounds coming from Hans. She could hear everything - could see everything that Anna was doing. And what was this? Jealousy? Fear? Anger? Her heart was completely broken - and as much she wanted to stay strong, she couldn't. And most of all, Elsa was confused. She was shaking, tears were forming. Elsa let out a sigh.

All this time, she thought Anna hated Meg. All this time, she thought Meg was just a manipulative woman, and she was right. All this time, I thought you would change to be a better person for Anna.

With eyes voided from any hope, completely drowned in loss, she turned to Hans. The video continued. And that man… Oh, that man was smiling like a maniac. Was he proud? Did he like this? You sadistic bastard…

"What do you think? Your sister is being fucked by someone who you despise. Turns you on, doesn't it?"

Elsa looked away, blinking away unshed tears. "What… do you want?"

"Look at me."

Reluctantly, Elsa looked. She had to listen and do what he said. "I know what you think of me. I know what I have done with our time together. You're angry… Fine. I'm sorry. But don't you dare -"

"I don't want an apology." He crossed his arms, gazing down at her with such coldness… Such dominance that Elsa had never seen before. And now, ah, she knew how manipulative he had gotten. "You put me in a position where… you played me like your own toy. You threw me away because you wanted to run away from someone who you don't know how to deal with. Does that sound familiar? I guess that's what you're also doing to your sister right?"

Elsa slowly shook her head in disbelief. "What have you become…?"

"What have I become? Ask yourself that. Maybe next time, you'll want to stay away from your sister if you don't want her to become someone like me. To be hurt by me. Someone cruel, hateful, manipulative…" He chuckled, tapping his finger against the side of his head. "I know what you're thinking, Elsa."

Her mind raced uncontrollably. She shouldn't have yelled at Anna. She shouldn't have forced her to stay. Everything that she had done… She feared that Anna would really turn into that person because of her. Her heart shattered from that thought. But perhaps, this really was the right choice.

But Elsa stayed composed. No doubt, she couldn't say that Hans was wrong. He had a point - the ending to their poisonous relationship was dumped like a pile of garbage. Elsa made a choice - a poor choice to begin with.

Her ears suddenly perked up when she heard her own voice and Anna's talking - arguing - from… the other week. Cold sweat was beginning to break out. She opened her mouth, but no words could come out at all. No… she was supposed to expect this kind of humiliation, and she was supposed to take it. Fine.

"You know… with all these clients she has been with - including you - I have no doubt she is desperate to have someone actually care about her. Meg being one of them. Oh, her sister too." He stopped the recording from his phone.

She cringed at those words, but the best she could do was ignore everything. Elsa didn't say anything to counter that. She didn't have the right to. "Let her go, she can be with whoever she wants. Give my sister her freedom back, just don't…" She shut her eyes. "Don't put that out there, or the truth about us -"

"You say it like it's so easy!"

"Hans -"

"Get down on your knees."

Her whole body froze, and every strand of hair on her body stood up. She had never heard such cold voice before. Elsa… fuck, she still had not noticed the tears that blocked her sight. Her mind was only filled with the thought of Anna. She swallowed. "Hans, please -"

"I said, on your knees." Does he get this from me? He slid a thumb under the woman's chin. "If you don't want her hurt, you'll do what I say."

Burying her pride deep down into her heart, Elsa slowly fell to her knees on the floor. She didn't hesitate at all.

She shut her eyes, ashamed of herself. Ashamed of what they once were.

Hans didn't say much for a while, observing. His fingers running through her hair, caressing her cheeks, her lips. Elsa felt appalled. "You know… it is quite refreshing to see you so vulnerable and submissive sometimes. She's made you soft, Elsa. I almost hate it." He kneeled in front of her, looking into her sad, sad eyes. "Fine, I'll do you a solid. I'll let her go. In exchange… Oh, you know what to do. You're already so guilty of it. Look at your eyes."

Tears were falling freely down Elsa's cheeks. Relieved? No. Hans was right. Inside right now, was all guilt. None of this would have happened if Elsa was not so impatient to meet Anna that day. None of this would have happened if they had just shut the door during their talk. And Meg would never have gotten involved.

She felt fingers catching her tears. "You look so beautiful like this…" he whispered. Elsa didn't even acknowledge it. "Now, seeing you like this is enough for me - so miserable and sad. You'll know how I felt back then. She's free now, I won't pursue her. But as long as I know you two are sisters - as long as I have this recording and the video, you'll do as I say and keep yourselves separated right?"

If it means that she'll be free from his grasp. Elsa took in a deep, heartbreaking gasp. "I won't ever see her again."

He smirked and held her hand to his lips. "Good girl. I'll be watching you."

a/n: hans is a big asshole