Snow continued to fall on her windshield as they pulled up to the parking lot.
Do I have to tell her this now? Everything seems to messed up at the moment.
She sighed and pulled out her keys. "Are you okay? I know we got into some heavy stuff but–"
Anna looked at the source. "Yeah. After you?" She waited until Elsa stepped out of the care before following. A thin layer of flurry covered the ground. The winter stayed late this year. Anna pulled her arms close and cursed herself for not bringing her jacket along. The cold air continued to bite at her but they were close to the building anyways. She endured.
Anna stepped into the building and patted of the small traces of white that attached to her. "Can you believe that it's still snowing? It's the middle of spring."
She followed Elsa, the blonde not even turning around at the remark. "We are in Kansas." A weak laugh escaped her lips.
The two walked up three flight of steps, a cool silence accompanying them. Anna's eyes were fixated at the ground and only knew the direction to go due to the feet in front of her. She didn't what she could say to Elsa right now. What she should say to Elsa. It was horrible. She felt as if she could be so open with Elsa, yet it was as if anything she told her would be wrong. They were so close yet separated.
The footsteps stopped and so did Anna. Keys jingled and hinges squeaked. She stepped in to the room, raised her head, and was greeted by Elsa, arms crossed, eyes trained on the ground, and obviously distant.
"I'm sorry about ruining the movie."
Anna's head tilted. She's really apologizing? I kept poking at her to tell me about how she grew up.
Elsa sighed. "I guess I went a little overboard with the details. You didn't need to know everything just ye–"
Anna shut her eyes. "I broke up with Hans." She stood still, waiting for a response. Only quiet answered. One eye slowly opened and fixated itself on Elsa's face. An eyebrow raised and frown made their home on the blonde's head.
"I'm not sure I follow."
"I broke up with him." Anna looked back at the ground.
Elsa stepped closer. "I got that part, but why?'
"I–I don't know." She looked back up. "He lost a game last week."
Elsa shook her head. "You broke up with him because he lost a game?"
"What!? No!" Anna hand's grasped each other at her chest.
I can't believe she actually broke up with him. She's finally single. But why am I thinking about this right now? She obviously needs help.
Elsa scanned Anna. She and Hans obviously had a good relationship. Elsa had never seen them fight and the way they acted made them seem like a match made in heaven.
Why mention the game if that wasn't the reason for the break up? Wait.
"You think it's your fault."
Anna sighed. "It is my fault."
Elsa lifted Anna's chin. "No, it wasn't. If he lets a girl dictate the way he plays basketball then that's his problem, not yours."
A weak smile appeared. "Thanks. Well I guess now you know why I wanted to watch The Notebook earlier." A forced laughed came out. "I'm so selfish right now, aren't I? First I want to go to the movies, then I ask you to tell me about your horribly depressing childhood, then I don't want to go to the movies anymore, then I dump this on you. Everything about this night has been centered around me and you haven't complained once. Why do you hang out with me again?"
Selfish? Far from it. You wanting to spend your time with me is definitely not selfish. I'm the one that's selfish. I'm happy you broke up with him.
Elsa smiled. "As long as I'm with you I'm happy. Now come on, I have some ice cream for sad, depressing moments just like this one."
Elsa grabbed the ice cream and two spoons and plopped herself down next to Anna on her couch. No words needed to be exchanged, only bites of the chocolate dessert. It didn't take long for the two to finish the tub. Then again, Elsa never expected it to last given her and Anna's insatiable desire for all things chocolate.
Elsa felt a head rest on her shoulder. "Thanks."
She placed her head on Anna's. "Just know that I'm always here for you." Her eyes closed and she embraced the sleep.
"Elsa?"
Elsa shook her head. She looked at the empty spot next to her and the finished tub of chocolate. Did Anna leave already? Wait, she has work. Completely forgot about that.
A series of knocks pattered on her door. "Elsa?"
"Yeah, I'm coming." She rubbed her eyes and stood up. Her hair was a mess but that was fixed by a little magic. Her fingers combed her hair, the ice taming it into a neat bun on her head. She stepped over to the door and opened it.
Elsa raised an eyebrow. "Hans? What are you doing here?"
"I just want to talk about Anna." He looked behind Elsa and she turned around to see if she could find what he was observing. "Mind if I come in?"
Elsa sighed. "I don't know anything about her breaking up with you and I don't know how you can fix it."
Even if I did I would never tell you.
"Yeah, I know that. I'm not trying to fix it." He looked around him, eyes darting anxiously. "Can I please come in?"
"Fine." Elsa moved out of the way and gestured his entrance. "So what exactly about Anna did you want to talk about?"
Hans took a deep breath. "I know that it's my fault we lost the game."
Elsa frowned. "Yeah, and?"
"I know that I shouldn't blame Anna for me not being able to focus."
"Where exactly are you going with this?"
"But some part of me does blame her." Hans sat down on the couch. "I want to put the blame on Anna. She broke up with me and she knew it would affect my playing. She did it so abruptly. No warning, no signs, she just broke up with me out of the blue."
Elsa raised another eyebrow. "So what are you going to do?"
"That's what I wanted to talk about. Every other girlfriend I've had that broke up with me I usually ruined. Reputation–wise anyways."
Elsa's eyes flared and she stomped towards Hans. "I swear if you do anything to hurt Anna I will–"
Hans stopped her. "Whoa, calm down. I said 'every other girlfriend' for a reason. Anna's too sweet, She's never done me wrong and she always did her best to make me happy. I couldn't do that to her."
Elsa crossed her arms. "But you still want to do something to her."
Hans smirked. "Well yeah, of course. I have to get back at her somehow. She basically humiliated me."
"And why are you telling me this? You know I'm going to tell her anything you tell me."
He laughed. "Don't worry, it's nothing too bad. And no one will think differently about her, other than you of course."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'll just get to the point. Anna trusts you. She likes you. Hell, she's probably is head over heels for you and that's the reason why she broke up with me. The only reason I'm doing this is because I know it won't actually do any harm to Anna, but it still calms me down knowing I at least did something."
Elsa backed up. "If you even lay a finger on me I will make sure you won't touch another girl again."
"What? No, that's not at all what I'm talking about." Hans chuckled. "I'm not a rapist Elsa. I just like to fuck with people who fuck with me. Just give me your phone real quick and I'll be done."
Elsa hesitated but gave in. Anything to just get Hans out of here. "There."
Hans type his number in and sent a message to himself. "Okay, got your number now. I'm going to send you a few things. As much as I would love to see your reaction, don't open them until I'm out of the room." He tossed Elsa's phone back to her.
"Okay? What exactly are you sending me?"
Hans continued to play with his phone. "If I didn't want to be here when you opened them up, why would I tell you what they are?"
"Good point." Elsa's phone started vibrating viciously as the torrent of messages started flooding in. "Are you spamming me?!"
"You're mad now, but you'll be thanking me later."
Elsa shook her head. "Fifty-two messages. Unbelievable."
"That's my cue to leave." Hans darted for the door. "Try not to enjoy yourself too much, okay?"
What the hell is this all about?
Elsa closed her door and locked it. If Hans didn't want to see her reaction she presumed it'd be best if no one saw her reaction. She opened up the first message.Of course, it's a picture message. Elsa sighed as she waited for it to load. As the image became more clear her heard started to race faster.
No way. He did not send me this.
Elsa traced the legs of a familiar female, one leg seductively over the other and a pair of red panties to compliment the white skin. Her eyes continued up over the toned stomach of the girl, her figured deliciously laid out. An arm covered her breasts and her free hand held the phone that took such an immoral photo. The flash from the phone covered out half the face of the girl, but that hardly stopped Elsa from recognizing her.
"Anna..." Elsa's hands sweated as she continued to stare erotic photo.
And there's fifty-one more of these.
A/N - Sorry for late update, I was at the Business Professionals of America (BPA) competition all last week and that was distracting me from this. Shout-out to anyone who as there in Indianapolis. Shit was fun and I actually got to the top 10 in the Graphic Design competition using a Frozen-themed logo.
