chapter 1O

Elsa.

Elsa is everything someone can ask for. She is beautiful – gorgeous inside-out. And unique. Anna began to cherish the times she would go to the expensive apartment and spot a sleepily blonde walking around, having to guide her back to the bed without waking her up.

She began to cherish the moments she manages to watch Elsa focused on those books she still needs to ask what they are about. The moments Elsa feels free to laugh without hiding her mouth. Or not being attacked every time the girl woke up with Anna naked on the bed. Elsa would just put the comforter on Anna as well so they could sleep some more. That was a good change.

They've known each other for almost three months. Three months of friendship bonding, showing Elsa her world, working to bring the girl's walls down. Three months to come to this.

A heartbreak.

Rapunzel walked to the TV-slash-living-slash-dinning-slash-bedroom, plate full of food in hands. Anna has become one with the old couch, tons of blankets providing her a forlorn shack.

The redhead had left her hopes up after being invited to Elsa's on a Thursday – The Thursday. The Top Secret Thursday she assumed it was Elsa's time with her date. What that could mean? One, Elsa finally felt comfortable enough to introduce her important one to Anna. She finally would break the last of the walls. She would be able to know her opponent (what!). Or two, Elsa saw she's been having more fun in the world Anna showed to her than in all the period she'd been with the other fella.

What Anna had never expected was knocking at that massive door and be greeted with the blonde holding a two year old cutie in her arms.

"Here."

Puffy-eyed redhead looked up to grab the new round of bacon.

"That's not bacon."

"Nope", Rapunzel put her hands on her hips, "You need something healthy for once this week. And if I'm not mistaken, you should be getting dressed by now. Won't you go to Marsh's today?"

Anna pulled all blankets over her, "No. I will never ever leave."

That was enough. Rapunzel's been putting up with her friend's shit for a week, letting her mend that shattered heart of hers, cuddling with her when she silently cried. She could understand it wasn't easy finding out that the person you're interested in has the deep connection of a child with someone who still was a thing in the person's routine but her never-ending Drama Queen attitude was intolerable.

With all her might Rapunzel clutched the blankets and pulled them out at once. Anna was about to complain but stopped it when she saw the other girl was ready to let some steam off by punching something – or a certain freckled young woman.

"I'm done with you, Anna!", the blonde woman yelled, "You let your mind trip way before being friends with Elsa. And damn, she's amazing!", Anna nodded at that, "You've found a wonderful person to be friends with and now you're willing to spoil everything with your hormones. Because of yourself, you got fucked up! Now what? Screw Elsa's efforts to welcome you in due to your recklessness? I let you sulk all you wanted but now you need to get on your feet like a decent human being and move on."

The blonde left to who knows where before she gave in the temptation of grabbing her frying pan. Words were enough, she thought.

They had to be.

And they were. Anna sat on the couch, staring down at her hands. What had she done? After her short first encounter with the little boy, she messaged Elsa saying she got a bug or something and wouldn't be able to visit them for a while. Marshmallow understood the situation and just messaged the ginger before heading to his work to check if she was getting any better. Few of the messages Anna ever texted back.

"I'm despicable…"

Heaving out a deep sigh, she got up to take a shower, brush her teeth, get some new clothes on her slim body to be presentable once again… and move on.

-x-

If you can't cut it off, get used to it.

Elsa and Anna were friends. Period.

By the time she knocked at the door, thoughts of the things she still wanted to know flickered in her head.

"Anna", she smiled, "I'm glad you're all right. Please, come in."

Elsa was all laid-back on that Thursday. Instead of her usual jeans and shirt, her svelte body was wrapped in a cerulean blue sweater big enough to hide her slender fingers; long legs clad with light gray sweatpants.

There were wooden toys all over the TV room. The baby boy sat on the carpet was wearing a tiny version of Elsa's sweater, diaper and a pair of red little socks. It seemed as he noticed the presence of another person in the room. He leaned his head back, slanted hazel brown eyes closing as he smiled at Anna.

"Hi, Ansel", she crouched at his side, "How ya doin', buddy?"

After fetching something for them to eat, Elsa sat on the carpet as well. Anna and she caught up with news Anna missed due to her fake illness while they praised Ansel for having picked the correct object every time they said a word. Elsa mentioned that at the boy's age language development takes major leaps which leads to learning the name of his toys and other objects more easily than when he was one year old.

"Anna… Anna. Come on, lil' buddy. You can do it."

"Ah…", the little boy said while staring at her.

Actually, everything they say is really just a stream of sounds to him so Anna took the chance to make him relate the sound of her name to herself.

"That's it! Anna!", she looked at the giggling blonde, "What?"

"You're not doing it correctly", she reprehended her softly, "You need to say each sound so he can take a step at time or…"

"Mama!", the boy blurted, eyes filled with pride.

Anna's freckles vanished as her face got fierier than them. Elsa laughed and continued.

"Or different words will come out."

Anna picked him up when Elsa had to answer the phone. She received a cute squeaky laugh each time she pretended he was flying.

She saw Elsa talking on the phone and watching them, loving eyes on her baby son. Ansel only got her mother's pale skin. Probably his eyes and light brown hair were his father's. Anna was sure Elsa was love-struck by the resemblances the boy carried from his father, man she certainly still loves.

Anna held the boy close to her chest, stroking his small sensitive back under the blue fabric. Is Elsa in an open relationship or did she date someone and got pregnant? The man had been kind enough to take care of the child, it seems… was the man very rich, making him more suitable to raise the boy? And why Ansel has red patches on his skin, and a chubby neck recovering from blisters? Well, Elsa knows it all and now that they were friends, Anna has to get her act together to deserve knowing all these bits of the blonde.

She was glad Elsa has a life she thought the girl hadn't. Elsa had already had a love experience in her life good enough to grant this wonderful child to her. Anna was glad. She needs to be glad.

Her smile drops. She tries not to get emotional.

Elsa has a life.

And that actually hurts pretty bad.

emotional rollercoaster time; tis Elsanna after all. Bear with me.