April 5th.

A day Anna would never forget.

One that had started off simple enough: breakfast as usual, toast and a cup of coffee to go, a quick kiss from Kristoff as he headed out the door, the walk to work and back after the usual long, busy day.

They were going to go out to dinner. Nothing fancy, but just for fun seeing as neither of them wanted to cook. Plus, Kristoff was getting off early (a rarity) and he wanted to do something nice with this bit of extra time. Though it seemed simple, it was still special even after nearly 2 years together.

It was just a normal, happy, beautiful sunny day.

It was as Anna sat on the couch to eat her snack of chocolate ice cream, waiting patiently for Kristoff to arrive home, that it happened.

Her phone rang, Anna grabbing it immediately and looking to see the name on the caller id.

It was Bulda. Confused, wondering if she had forgotten about getting back to her about dinner with the family that coming Sunday, she answered.

"Bulda? Did I forget about letting you know about dinner this weekend? Because I could have sworn—"

"Anna."

Anna blinked. The voice on the other end of the phone lacked the usual pep, the happy, go lucky feel it always had. It was dark, quiet…hurt.

"Bulda, what's wrong?"

The next sentence made her heart stop, her blood running cold as everything came to an absolute halt. Her eyes widened, all air left her lungs:

"There's been an accident."