A/N: Hey guys! Thanks again for the reviews. Just for the record, I intend to post a chapter a day, but I might post another later on. Enjoy it!
"Are you sure she went there?" Kristoff asked Anna, and she nodded furiously.
"She always goes to the same place when she's sad. Or need some time apart, like for painting." Kristoff started his car, driving fast. "I hate when she does that. I mean, running away. I don't like the idea of her being all by herself."
"I'm pretty sure she has her reasons for running away." Kristoff mentioned. "May I ask what happened?"
"She freaked out right before we kissed." Anna told him. "She has been acting weird since that day of the party, you know. And today, after our kiss, she just stood up and ran away from me. I tried to follow her, but she got into the car and drove away. It's the second house over there." She pointed to a white house with big windows. It seemed to be a bit old, probably because no one lived there for the past four years, since the girls decided it was time to move on from that place. It brought Anna memories of her childhood; the garden where Elsa and her would always build snowmen, or just sit there and watch the hours passing by. Now it was empty and seemed lonely, even a bit depressing.
"Maybe she's feelings for you, Anna." He pointed. "Maybe she's just too scared to deal with them."
"I don't think so." Anna muttered. "I think I'd have noticed."
"If you say so." He shrugged. "That's her car, isn't it?" Kristoff said, pointing up with his chin.
Anna looked to the silver car in front of her and nodded. "Yeah, that's our car." She unlocked her seatbelt and opened the door. "Thanks for the ride, K."
"No problem. You sure you want to go there alone?"
"Yes, I have to do it by myself." Anna said. "I'll call you if anything happen."
"Okay." He waved. "Take care, feisty pants."
Anna smiled and waved back before making her way into her old house. She would avoid entering in there in the past years, but now she had no choice. Elsa needed her, and she couldn't just leave her like that. Even though she wasn't prepared to do it, she entered in her parent's house, letting the memories come back. It was just like they had left it. Since their parents had a lot of money, they were able to buy a new house and new furniture, letting their old house with everything else inside. She stopped by the wall and took a single portrait in her hands. It was an old pic of Elsa and her playing in the snow. She looked happy, with Elsa hugging her tight, playing with their snowman.
She sighed and putted the portrait in her purse. Now she had to find her sister, which wouldn't be that hard. She just followed the ice all around the floor, leading her to Elsa's old room.
"I know you're in there." Anna said, knocking on her door. "I can hear you, Elsa."
"Go away, Anna." Her sister snapped. Anna could tell she was crying.
"No, I'm not going anywhere." Anna shot back. "Don't push me out again. I'm not letting you do this again. I'm right here for you."
Elsa didn't answer. She didn't open the door, she didn't make a move. But Anna wouldn't give up that easy. She knocked again and again, and did the same thing for the next hour. Her knuckles were aching, and her sister just ignored her. That was driving Anna mad.
"Please, just let me in." Anna begged, slipping to the floor and sitting by her door. "I'm not mad at you, Elsa. I just want to talk. Damn, why can't we just sit as two grown-ups and have a normal conversation? Why do you keep pushing me away from you?" Still no answer. She left out a frustrated sigh, curling her body and embracing her legs. It shouldn't be this hard. Anna took the portrait in her hands again, looking at the picture of the two of them. Then something occurred to her. She took the photograph and slipped it under the door. She waited a few seconds, just to make sure she had seen it, and then left the words slip out of her mouth.
"Do you wanna build a snowman?"
That was what she would always say to make Elsa go out and play with her. That's what would always cheer her up. It was, in a certain kind, their "I love you". She remembered as a kid that saying that would make Elsa open the door for her and hug her.
And in the deepest of her heart, she hopped it would work out again.
But apparently it didn't. All that she heard was a loud sob, nothing else. Her sister wouldn't open the door for her. But honestly, she was just sick of waiting outside.
"I don't care if you don't want me here, I'm coming in. Even if that means I'll have to break into your room." Anna warned. She forced the lock, expecting for it to be locked, but surprisingly it wasn't. The door opened, and she wished she would never see Elsa like that again.
Her sister was curled up in her old bed, covered with snow and holding the old photograph tight in her arms. Her eyes were red, and so was her nose. Anna rushed to her, removing the snow from her body. She cupped Elsa's face, brushing tears away from her icy-blue eyes. The red-haired wrapped her arms around her sister, who buried her face into Anna's neck bow. She felt tears wetting her shirt, but she didn't care. She just wanted Elsa to be okay, she wanted her sister to be just fine.
"C'mon Elsa, let's take you home." Anna muttered into her sister's ear, standing up with her. Elsa left Anna help, driving her to the car slowly.
"You don't drive." Elsa mumbled, making Anna smile.
"I do drive; I just don't have a license." She said, starting the car.
The drive home was made in silence. Elsa rested her head in the window, letting tears stream down her face. Anna didn't say anything; she just rested her hand on her sister's thigh, reminding her that she was still there.
"We are home." Anna announced, after a few minutes. Elsa unlocked her seat-belt and got out of the car. Anna did the same, following Elsa to the door. Before she could open the door, Anna wrapped her fingers around Elsa's wrist, making her look at her. "Don't push me out again. That hurts. Promise you won't do it."
"I won't." She whispered. "I'm so sorry, Anna."
"Don't be. C'mon, let's get inside."
Elsa nodded and opened the door. She wanted to go to her room and lock herself for at least a week, but she knew she couldn't. Anna wanted to talk, and she would get what she wanted one way or another. It would be easier not to make things harder.
"We need to talk." Elsa smiled. As she had predicted.
"I know. Look, I'm sorry I – "
"No, you're not." Anna interrupted. "Don't apologize. I just need to know one thing Elsa, then you can go and do whatever you want." She knew she sounded rude, but it was the only way to get into Elsa. "Just tell me how you feel about me."
Elsa opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Anna was looking in her eyes, and that was making her loose her mind. She wanted to tell her, but she didn't know the answer. She was aware she loved her sister; she just didn't know how.
"I don't know, Anna." Elsa said. "I truly don't have a clue. I mean, I love you, but I'm not sure if it's a sisterly love or if it's something else." Anna looked at her narrowing her eyes, trying to find out if Elsa was telling the truth. Apparently, she was. "Anna, it is the truth. Quit looking at me like that, it's creepy."
"I'm sorry." Anna said, smiling weakly. She was disappointed; she wanted Elsa to tell her she loved her, and that she wanted to be with her. She tried to mask the sadness in her face, but that was a really tough work. "Well, tell me when you figure it out. I'm going to bed now, okay? Night."
"Anna, wait." Elsa grabbed her fist. "You didn't tell me how you feel."
Anna bitted her lower lip. If she told Elsa, she was probably going to freak her out. But if she didn't, they might never have a real chance.
"I think I'm in love with you."
She felt Elsa's fingers letting go of her fist. She turned to face her sister, who had confusion in her eyes. They stared at each other for a moment, not saying anything. Anna felt fear and sadness. She didn't know if she could deal with Elsa looking strangely at her.
"Can I go now?" Anna whispered, feeling tears forming around her eyes.
Elsa didn't answer. Instead, she walked closer to Anna, cupping her cheeks with her hands and closed the gap between their lips. Elsa's lips felt cold but soft, and the kiss tasted like chocolate. Anna smiled against her sister's lips, pulling her closer and wrapping her arms around her waist. Elsa's tongue gently explored Anna's mouth, while her hands played with the red-haired waistband.
Anna pulled away first, resting her head on Elsa's forehead. She pulled her sister's hands back from her waistband, wrapping them around her waist. Elsa smiled in understand; it was too soon to do something else. She kissed Anna's lips once again, and then hugged her.
"I love you." Anna whispered.
Elsa hugged her tighter. "I know. And I love you too."
