Something seemed off as Olaf entered the house from his day at school. The air felt heavy with harsh tension. Taking off his coat, shoes, and dropping his backpack he ventured further into the house. He found his mom sitting in living room flicking through the channels, but never giving one show a second glance. Going into the he took a seat on the couch. He knew better than to ask if something was the matter and figured she had a rough day at work. Stopping on a DIY channel Anna peered over at her son. "Hey, Olaf how was school?" her tone masking unbridled anger.
"Awesome, we went outside for science to the pond to look for frogs, and other wild life."
"Glad you had fun," the redhead grumbled.
"Um, is mama here?" he asked quietly slipping off the couch.
"Yeah, Elsa's here's unless she's too busy to care about anything," Anna shouted towards the kitchen.
Leaving the living room Olaf went into the kitchen where he found his other mom washing dishes. Spotting him she smiled, but even he could tell it was forced. "Hey, sweetie you want your usual milk and afternoon cookie." This confirmed his suspicions that something was defiantly wrong with his normally loving mothers. The after school milk and snack stopped after he turned fourteen, being sixteen and offered his Afternoon Special his mom dubbed it meant Elsa was upset and she whenever she became this way she referred to Olaf as her little man desperate to cling onto some aspect of his childhood.
He humored her though, "Sure mama, I'll have Afternoon Special."
"That's my boy."
Pouring the milk and sliding the plate of cookies Olaf cautiously ate them. The teenager tried to ignore remorse-filled icy eyes watching his every move. He sniffed the air, "Is something burning?"
Elsa's face fell more, "The chicken." Opening the oven a cloud of black smoke came out tainting the air, and the shrill alarm of the smoke detectors went off. This would have been the time Anna came rushing in with the fire extinguisher coating the three of them in white foam. Though it didn't happen. "Olaf, be a dear and go get your mother dinner will be ready in five."
Regretfully Olaf nodded and headed back towards the living room. He had a bad feeling the night was not going to end to well.
Dinner went by extremely slow and the unresolved tension from earlier had become worse. Whatever the issue was affected dinner as well. Most of Elsa's cooked meals were usually four star restaurant worthy, but not tonight. The fried chicken looked burnt to a crisp, the gravy lumpy, mashed potatoes stuck to the fork like glue, and the corn undercooked. Anna stabbed her chicken with her fork before pushing the plate away. "I'm calling for a pizza," she decided.
Anna left and Olaf suddenly remembered his big news. "Oh, mama I have a game on Friday and wanted to ask if you could come. This is my first chance to make a field goal and I want my parents to cheer me on."
From the hall Elsa could feel Anna's heated and darken gaze. The blonde bit her bottom lip. "Um, sweetie I don't think I can make it-" She stopped herself seeing the happy light in Olaf frost eyes fade.
"Yeah, twenty minutes, thanks." Anna came back in to see their son pouting. "What's wrong?"
Taking a deep breath Elsa replied, "He asked if we could come to his game Friday."
"Yeah, sure we can-" Anna paused noticing her wife glancing away. "You can't, can you?"
"No, there's something at the gallery that night that I can't miss," Elsa admitted, toying with frazzled braid.
"Olaf, please go to your room, your mother and I have something to discuss," Anna informed the teenager who left his seat and headed to his room without question. Once there he hung back listening to what his moms were able to say. "God Elsa you always do this, we plan something nice or someone else has something thay want to do, but no The Ice Queen can't do anything with us as a family anymore."
Elsa knew her wife was right, and she often felt awful for not being with them during family outings. "Anna, please I tried to make time, but I'm new and my voice doesn't matter."
"Maybe, instead of being a shy submissive little mouse you should something. Sometimes sacrifices need to be made for a family. I can't do everything on my own."
Elsa didn't want to argue with her, she knew where route lead, and wanted nothing to with Anna's anger. "Enough Anna," Elsa said her voice cold and stern. Leaving the kitchen the blonde began to go upstairs.
Anna pursued, "No, this isn't over." Elsa rushed down the hall into their room slamming the door and locking it before Anna could reach her. Pounding on the door Anna demanded, "Open the damn door, Elsa."
"Go away Anna," a plea sniffled on the other side.
Frustrated with the blonde her tone turned acidic. "That's all you know how to say anymore isn't it? 'Go away Anna.' or 'I don't have time for this.' All you ever do is run from your problems leaving your family behind."
No reply came from the other side.
Anna rolled her eyes not expecting her wife to say anything. Once Elsa declared the conversation over she refused to speak any further upon the subject. "You know if didn't want anyone to care for you maybe you should have married Hans," she yelled. A few seconds ticked by and she realized what she said. The severity of her words hit her hard like a crashing wave drowning her in regret. Anna cringed knowing that was low blow even for her. Sliding down the door she leaned her head against the door. Olaf slowly closed his door at the sight hoping his mom's work it out since he knew they still loved each, but even the most perfect marriages had their bumps.
On the other side Elsa had her head in her hands propped by her knees. She knew the redhead was right, but it was so hard to express her emotions like Anna could. Forced to hide them for years only sorrow, and pain ever greeted her. She sniffled crying even escaped her for her parents told her it was useless emotions and never helped anyone. Though that was all Elsa wanted to do shrink into a tiny a ball in the darkness, and simply fade away.
Hours later Elsa slowly opened the door to discover Anna wasn't there. Has she given up? This notion made Elsa feel ill. Anna was a persistent fire ball who hardly gave up or let anything go. Not finding her outside the door made Elsa panic slightly. Tiptoeing down the steps she found the TV on, and Anna sleeping on the couch. Letting out a sigh she noticed the blankets were on the floor Anna shivering. Picking them up she covered her wife. Turning to the nightstand she reached out grabbing a photo of the three of them having a picnic in a park during a happier time. Anna's right I have left them in the dark, but that still gave her no right to say such a hurtful thing. This is the first time we've fought in front of Olaf. I do hope we can come back from this. I honestly hate shutting her out, and I don't think my heart could take anymore suffering.
A/N: So not feeling this chapter at all. I hate making these two go through pain. They deserve so much more.
