[I revised and added certain things to this chapter]

Hello, this is an AU of Frozen. If you find any mistakes, please tell me!

Elsa's family is from France. There will be some French words in this story.

Translations:

(1)Fuck you or Go fuck yourself

Merde = shit

Conceal. Don't feel. Don't let them know =/= can't translate it the same without losing its original meaning. I had to change a few things, but it is roughly the same.

A kiss here and there, weaving in-between whispers of sweet nothings and innocent touches. She blushes, her cheeks nearly matching her hair.

Little did you know that I had my tongue in the same ear that you're talking sweetly into.

She giggles at something you say, stroking your muscular arm and leaning into you. You take advantage and stroke her wonderful flowing red locks. The same locks that you'll wake up to, scattered all over the pillows and hiding within your own hair.

Va te faire foutre, Hans.(1)

The back of my head is beginning to pound, and I can't hear anything they say anymore. I can only imagine smashing your head in, freezing the blood in your veins, and absolutely shatter you.

Conceal. Don't feel. Don't let them know.

I feel my mouth move into a smile. I pretend to be touched by their love. I pretend to be happy for their ever growing relationship. I pretend to not die a little inside everytime they touch. I slip away.

The glass of water on the table freezes and shapes into a sharpen edge.

I giggle along at the right moments. The sound so fake and hallow, even they can begin to tell. I'm beginning to lose control. Kristoff looks at me worriedly, his hand reaching for my own to comfort me. I shoot him a look and whispered to him, "I'm fine, just a headache." I felt guilty at his concern.

"I know you, Elsa. There's more to it than that," Kristoff whispers to me, his arm around my waist. "I know your mind isn't really here in the first place. You're acting weird."

Where would you know where my mind has gone, Kristoff? I didn't dignify it with a response. I couldn't. How can I explain to the man I've been with for years that I've never be myself with him?

Perfect little Hans starts recounting their first kiss.

I slip away again. This time it's to the past. Let the picture surface. It was of us. The seemingly two best friends, Elsa and Anna. Ice and fire. What they didn't know under that illusion of a platonic relationship was filled with nights of drunken kisses and passionate hands. What they didn't know under that illusion of Anna's innocence and straightness,was that she fucked me. In the literal sense and the metaphorical.

He's done now. I can tell by the way he finally glances our way, to the other seemingly perfect straight happy couple. How can we be less perfect? The man that works with ice is with an ice queen. He starts talking again.

My hand reaches for it. I feel it in my hand.

My head mechanically move up and down in a polite nod. I didn't even know what I was nodding to.

I take it and shove the fucking thing down his throa-

"So you agree, Elsa? To be my best woman? Well, matron of honor technically - but," Anna rambled, her hands moving rapidly with her words.

Usually I found her rambling cute and I would listen to her intently, patiently waiting for her to finish. Not this time. I lost her at matron of honor.

"Tu te maries?!" I blurted out without thinking. "I mean, you're getting married?" I could feel the surprise travel through my entire body, all part of me exploding in pain. That's it. She's moved on. It wasn't like I didn't know it was coming. Everything just didn't seem final until those words slipped out. I expected her to leave Hans. Fucked him and left him. I feel cold under my palms. My control is slipping. Ah merde! I need to get out of here. Get away from them.

Kristoff glanced at me worriedly. Get away from him.

"Of course! Haven't you been listening?" Anna said, hurt. Your heart feels the prick of a thousand needles at her expression, her eyes drawn back, and mouth into a frown. "Hans proposed to me last week. I would of told you earlier if you had pick up my call...or if we didn't fell out of touch."

You mean fell out of touching? Get away from her.

"Elsa, I really hope you accept. Kristoff is my best man," Han said. "I think you'll be great as the matron of honor. My mom is planning the wedding, so you won't have to feel stress about helping us plan the wedding."

I can't listen to this anymore. The underside of my hands are covered in frost and it's slowly spreading. Merde.

"I'm honored really! I don't zink I'm the right person for zee job," I said. It's getting worse. Even my accent is going crazy. "I guess I'll see you at ze wedding. Anyways, have a good evening. I'm sorry to cut this short but I got a headache and work in ze morning, à tout à l'heure."

I leave quickly, not letting them get a word in. I really wished they had chosen a different restaurant. One not so filled with people and chairs. It was hard to navigate through and find the exit when you're trying to stop seeing red and accidentally freeze everyone to death.

The glass door appears in front of me. I lunged for it and as soon as I reach fresh air, I breathe deeply, clearing my head of everything. I grabbed my cigarettes and light one quickly as I walk down the street.

Get away from myself.

I repeated the words in my head.

Conceal. Don't feel. Don't let them know.

"Repeat it after me, Elsa," Father said.

I repeated the words.

"Cache toi. Sent rien. Laisse les pas savoir."

"Elsa! Elsa! Please wait!" The voice shattering every illusion I had of control.

Fuck.