Anna was sitting next to the apple tree in the backyard, face buried in her knees. She could hear the sliding glass door open, soft footsteps following behind.
Elsa sat down next to her, mirroring her seated position. She turned to look at Anna.
"How long?" she asked.
Anna took a bit of time to answer.
"A little after he and I met." Her voice was quiet.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"He was with someone and… it just didn't feel right talking about it then. And when he broke up with Vanessa, I wanted to be a good friend first. After what happened with Hans," Anna's voice trailed off.
Elsa turned away for a moment or two. "Hans" was a name that they rarely mentioned.
"I know what it's like to be with someone manipulative a-and conniving, and… all of that. I figured he would need a longer adjustment period like I did. But…"
"He didn't," said Elsa.
"Yeah. He didn't." Anna sniffled.
Elsa took a few moments before saying anything.
"You know, if you said anything, I would've-"
"I know. That's why I didn't."
"I'm sorry," said Elsa, not knowing what else to say.
"Don't be."
Elsa began to stand up, then she felt Anna's hand grab her arm.
"Sorry… can you," said Anna, "stay for a little?"
Elsa smiled, sadness visible in her eyes.
"Sure."
