That kiss. That one kiss that reeked of sorrow and hurt was swimming in Anna's mind. There was just… no love in it, but Anna wanted it. Desperation? Yes. Perhaps, Elsa had already always known how desperate she was. Still, Anna took that kiss to replace the person that had once stood beside her forever and always, no matter how sad it was.

But why? Why was she still here?

Anna sat in an Italian restaurant, and in front of her was the two people she loved. Love.

Olaf was eating well, and Elsa was watching him so that he would eat everything. She was talking to their son, but Anna didn't have the right mind to pay attention.

Just seeing the two reminded Anna of how… well, happy their family used to be.

"Anna?"

The redhead blinked, seeing Elsa gazing at her with worry. "Y-Yeah?"

"You haven't eaten a single thing."

She looked at her plate. "Oh… yeah, I'm not too hungry."

Olaf tilted his head. "Mama, do you want some of mine?"

Anna giggled and brushed his hair back. "No, honey, you should eat your own food. Don't want mom to scold you, do you?"

He shook his head. "But eat!"

"I will." She turned to Elsa. The look that that woman had… how unconcerned and unfazed she was almost made Anna want to throw up. Like that kiss never happened. Like… love never happened. Not that, if Anna had said anything, Elsa would care at all. But honestly, what did she care for anyway?

"Is something bothering you?" Elsa questioned.

Anna bit her lip. "No, nothing at all."

"Okay. That's good."

She took a sip of water. "So… has Hans been taking good care of Olaf?"

Elsa raised an eyebrow. "Anna -"

"No, I'm just wondering, that's all. I never really asked about him, really, when you two…" She poked on her plate of food, eyes falling down. Should she really be talking about this? All she ever wondered was whether Hans was really a good person like Elsa said he was. Never had she gotten the chance to say anything. Well, not that she ever had the guts to anyway. She didn't want… Elsa blaming her over and over again. She didn't want to feel the hurt that she had buried deep in her heart again.

Elsa took a deep breath, putting her hand behind Olaf's back. "He has been taking good care of him."

"You said he's moving in."

"Yes, but I told him, now's not a really good time, so he agreed not to come for a bit. He does stay over sometimes but…" She gulped, finally putting her fingers together. The air was just… unsettling. Anna was almost regretting letting herself ask about Hans. "Anna -"

"No, I understand." She nodded. No, Anna really didn't understand. "If he stays over, that's fine by me. Has nothing to do with me, anyway. Really." She couldn't help but… wonder if those nights, Elsa would be holding him like how she would hold her. She grimaced. It disgusted her.

Elsa sighed. "You and I… we've changed a lot."

Anna twitched. "At least, you're happier. Right?"

"Mom?" Olaf tugged on his mother's sleeve. "Is Mama coming home? Mama, are you coming home?"

Fuck. Anna's heart burned with hurt. But still, she smiled, no matter how hurt she was. "No, honey, I'm sorry. Not yet, okay?"

He pouted. "Then when? Mama, I miss you."

Elsa shifted and ran her fingers through her hair. "Mama has work, okay? She'll come back soon, don't worry."

"Yeah, buddy, don't worry. Hey, look, I'm here now."

Olaf nodded. "Y-Yeah." He scratched his head. "Mama?"

"Hm?"

"Can you stay over tonight?"

Oh. Anna turned to her ex-wife in complete speechlessness. Even Elsa, with the way her eyes widened, was unable to let out a single word. Anna hadn't… stayed in Elsa's house, sober, for months. Anna could only awkwardly smile and laugh because she knew she had no right to step into that house. Elsa… wouldn't allow that.

"Sorry, kiddo, I don't think -"

"Mama can stay." What? Anna blinked, raising an eyebrow at the words that came out of Elsa's mouth. That was surprising. Anna had thought she'd be quite unempathetic.

"I-I can?"

Olaf gasped and clapped his hands. "Yay! Mama can stay!"

The two adults stared at each other like this was something new to them. Well, for Anna, this was something new, considering in the past… Elsa was a completely different person. Someone… colder. Relentless.

"Why?" Anna whispered.

The blonde smiled. "I just want what Olaf wants, Anna. Plus… it's been a while since you came home."

Ah, a while, indeed. But it wasn't Anna's fault. Never was. Especially since Anna would only listen to what Elsa wanted - and that was to end their god-awful marriage. Anna didn't doubt Elsa had a kind heart - she really did have a kind heart. But after everything, Anna expected nothing less than to see her once other half torture her to no end. Perhaps, torture was the wrong word, but what Anna experienced was nothing more than that.

Anna pursed her lips together, gazing down. "Yeah, right. I haven't been home…"

"So will you come home?" Does she really want that or is she just saying it?

If Anna wasn't going to come home for Elsa, she'd do it for her eager son. She grinned. "Yeah, I'll come home. Just for tonight."

"Here, comfortable?" She put a teddy bear in Olaf's arms. "Mr. Marshmallow will protect you for tonight."

Olaf giggled. "It's just Marshmallow, Mama…"

"Oh, really? Hm… I must be getting old. Sorry, buddy."

"Mama?"

"Hm?" Anna continued to tuck the boy in, running her fingers through his hair. It was night time already, and Olaf had wanted his mama to tuck him in bed and read him a bedtime story before managing to sleep.

Of course, Anna couldn't deny it. Elsa had already gotten dressed for bed too… and that woman knew not to bother the two.

Olaf tucked his chin under the blanket, letting out a pout. "Mama, did I do something wrong?"

Anna frowned, tilting her head. "No, honey, why would you say that? You did nothing wrong," she spoke softly, her heart melting at those soft eyes staring at her.

"It's just… Mama, you never come home… do you hate me?"

That was a stab to Anna's heart. She didn't have the guts to tell him the truth. She didn't have the guts to even face Elsa if she did tell him the truth. She agreed - it just… wasn't the time for Olaf to know. He was too young… too naive to understand.

She smiled gently, leaning in to kiss his forehead. "Mama is just busy. I'm… sorry, it has to be this way, Olaf." Really. I am. "But you have uncle Hans, don't you?"

He huffed. "That's different…"

"Ah, I see."

"I want Mama…"

Ouch. Anna wanted to cry. But she knew, she shouldn't show any weakness to her son. Not at all. Olaf was the only thing that kept Anna from breaking apart. "Honey, I'd love to be with you too. I really do, you have no idea… but your mother and I…" She bit her lip. "I have to work hard help Mom, okay? And you too, Olaf. So… please, just bear with me for a little while, and I'll be home, okay?" Is lying all that I can do?

"Promise?"

"I promise. Here." She offered him a pink. "Not just a promise but a super duper big pinky promise."

He giggled and crossed his pinky with Anna's. "Okay, pinky promise." They shook it.

"Good boy." She kissed his forehead one last time and turned off the lights. "Alright, go to sleep now. Good night, buddy."

"Night… Mama. I love you."

"Love you too." She slowly shut the door as she watched her little man close his eyes and fall asleep.

She sighed, bumping her head against his door. "What am I doing here…?" she breathed to herself. Anna wasn't sure if she regretted having to agree to come back. It was just… being here, reminded her of all the good things that happened in this house. All the love that surrounded Anna and Elsa… was so obviously gone.

Taking a deep breath, she walked into Elsa's bedroom, knocking on her opened door. "Hey."

Elsa was already in bed with a book in her hand. The woman smiled and closed it. "Hi. You don't have to whisper, you know?"

Anna nodded. "I put Olaf to bed. He still loves that Snow Queen story, doesn't he?"

"It's his favorite, after all. He said it always reminded him of you and I… so I read it to him every night. It was your turn, finally."

"Yeah." Silence. Anna didn't know what to say. "Well, um… I guess I'll go downstairs. I'll sleep on the couch -"

"Come here." Elsa patted her left side of the bed. "I don't want you sleeping downstairs. Join me."

Anna was hesitant. After so long, she hadn't slept in the same bed with Elsa, let alone, together. But she missed this. She missed having to smell her scent to help get herself to sleep. She missed having Elsa's arms around her.

Falling deep into those… sweet, sweet memories, Anna couldn't help but listen. To just… look into Elsa's eyes as they laid in bed like how they used to do.

Slowly, Anna made her way in bed, laying under the blanket on her side. And they stared into each other's eyes… and Anna could just see the deep blue glowing in the night. Her face was just as pale as ever, like snow. This silence… this silence was comforting.

"It's been a long time." Elsa grinned.

Anna slowly mirrored her soft expression, whispering, "Yeah, it has been." She shifted, peeking a hand out from under the blanket. "Can I… ask you something?"

"Go ahead." Elsa raised an eyebrow.

"Does he…" She gulped. "Does he sleep here?"

For a moment, Elsa didn't answer. But… "Yes, he does."

Not that it ever mattered to Anna anyway. But for some reason, Anna was… boiling with jealousy. With anger. And the question 'why' just kept popping in her head. She knew why. She just didn't want to accept it. "I see."

"Anna… I love you, you know that?" Elsa held the woman's hand. But apparently, Anna didn't know. What love? What kind? But Anna wasn't going to press on.

"I know. I do too." She caressed Elsa's cheek with gentle fingers. "I'm… I'm sorry for slapping you."

She shook her head. "You were angry and I… I deserved it."

"You didn't."

Elsa grasped onto that hand, squeezing it. She pursed her lips, blue eyes gazing down. "I was… I was selfish. I wanted nothing less than bring myself to the happiness that I've always wanted. I'm sorry."

"But now I know. You being with me… hurt you."

Elsa looked into her eyes. "I'm sorry." Sorry wasn't going to do anything. But what else could?

"At least… Hans could give you what you want, right?"

"I suppose so."

She searched her expression. "I wish… I wish I could give you that." And that was all Anna could say because she knew… if this divorce was what it took to give Elsa back her happiness, she was willing to sacrifice her own for that. And she yearned… oh, she yearned to figure Elsa out when they were both still married.

Anna felt lips on her forehead. She shut her eyes. "And I'm sorry… for keeping this from you. For my own selfishness."

And she felt Elsa's lips on hers once again, the tears that Anna held in… falling down her cheeks. To feel fingers… wrapped around her waist to bring them closer together. Ah, her scent… her touch. She wished she could just have it all. For one night. Perhaps… forever.

Her heart cracked because she knew… nothing could last forever.

"Good night, Elsa. I love you."

"Good night."