The grass was green and freshly cut, the sky was blue and clear, and the air was cold. It was such a beautiful day for such a sad event to take place. The pallbearers carried the casket towards the large hole in the ground and set it in some contraption meant to lower it down. Mourners sat in rows, waiting for the service to begin, Elsa, Olaf, and Anna sitting in the front. Anna and Elsa wore similar black dresses, the only difference being that Anna's had straps and Elsa's didn't. Olaf was in a tux that used to belong to a young Kristoff which the boy had so kindly loaned to him. The priest or eulogist or whoever the man was gave a speech about family and love and life and how you should cherish every moment you have while you can. People who barely knew the man in the casket were crying at his passing. Elsa was sure that some of the people sitting in the back row were her parent's drug dealers and she knew for a fact that the lady in the way back corner was a prostitute that her father had met up with periodically. She closed her eyes tight as tears started to well up. She was crying and she couldn't understand why. Her father never did anything good for, he only caused her pain.
A soft, calming hand tangled itself in her own, pulling it up to the owner's lips and placing a soft kiss on it. She blinked the tears away and looked to her left, seeing Anna giving her a weak smile. Returning it, she put her arm around Anna's shoulders, pulling her closer to her. To her right was a tearing Olaf. She gave his hand a light squeeze and ruffled his platinum hair, trying her best to give him a strong smile. The man by the casket finished giving his speech and asked everyone to stand for prayer. When that was done, the casket containing Elsa's father was lowered into the ground. People started leaving as soon as dirt started getting thrown into the hole.
Elsa felt eyes burning into the side of her head. Glancing to her right, she saw her mother glaring at her and Anna. If Elsa wasn't mistaken, she could've sworn that for once in the woman's life, she was actually sober. At least she seemed it. Elsa had never seen her mother look so fragile and broken in her life. It was amazing that someone who cheated on her husband multiple times, leaving him to sexually abuse his daughter, could care so much about his death. She seemed to have lost a lot of weight since Elsa and Olaf left home however many months before. However, that could've been due to the fact that Elsa was always the one supplying food and money, for her parents always spent their own on drugs and booze. She almost felt bad for the women, but when she expressed these feelings to Anna, she told her that it was for the best that she and Olaf were separated from their parents. She was right too.
The angry look woman, donned in black pants and a ratty black dress shirt, walked towards the trio, body shaking like a leaf. Whether it was because she was nervous or angry or because she was going through withdrawal symptoms, Elsa will never know.
"I hope you're happy with yourself." She spat at Elsa, looking her up and down angrily. "This is all your fault and don't think for a second that it's not."
"I'm failing to see how this is Elsa's fault." Anna stepped in, putting herself between the two as to avoid a fight that would have surely taken place. "Things happen. Deaths happen."
"Anna, stop, you don't have to do this. Please…" Elsa whispered into her ear, placing a hand on her shoulder, lightly tugging her away from the lady. Fire burned in her mother's eyes. Anna had seen that look in Elsa before, but only once. It was the day that she had seen the jock, Hans, picking on Anna in the hallway and pushed him to the ground, kicking him in the crotch. If that was the look all the women in Elsa's family got when they were about to get violent, Elsa knew that Anna wouldn't want to be anywhere near them. Yet she stood her ground, refusing to let Elsa pull her away.
"Yeah, Anna, stop." The bitter lady mocked. Anna was about to make a retort when she interrupted her. "Why don't you leave this family alone while you're at it too? How dare you think you have the right to intrude on family matters such as this. And you," she jabbed a finger over Anna's shoulder, pointing at Elsa. "You ruined everything in this family! You broke your father's heart when you left! You abandoned us!"
Elsa, in a fit of rage, viciously pulled Anna away from her mother and put her behind her, protecting her from the venom spewing from her mother's mouth. "You mean exactly like the way you and Father abandoned us!" Elsa shouted back, her face turning red, holding back angry tears. "I swear, the day you can proof to me and Olaf that you were actually being good parents is the day we'll come back!"
"Me and your father were excellent parents." She scolded, grabbing Elsa by her shoulder and jabbing a bony finger in her face. "Don't you ever say that we weren't you ungrateful piece of shit!"
"You guys were excellent parents? Okay, then explain to me this," Elsa was near crumpling, she could barely hold herself up. She looked around to make sure that the majority of the crowd from the funeral had dispersed. Only two or three people were still lingering behind, watching dirt being shoveled into the hole after the casket. "I was raped, Mother, by my oh so excellent dad while you were out blowing your dealer!" Vicious sobs caused her body to shudder violently. "Where were you when that happened? What did that man have that your own family didn't? Don't you dare tell me that you were excellent parents. Me an Olaf have put up with your shit for years. We don't need you. We never did."
Her mother stared at her wide-eyed with her mouth hanging open, looking for words to throw back at her daughter. Elsa was ready to blow up at the woman even more when she felt a tug on the hem of her dress. She looked down to see Olaf giving her large puppy eyes. "Elsa, can we go home? I don't want to see mommy anymore."
″You have brainwashed this child.″ Their mother said angrily, dismissing what her daughter had previously told her.
"Come on, Els." Anna's arm weaved around Elsa's waist, more to support her and make sure she didn't fall in on herself than anything else. She took Olaf by the hand and led them out of the cemetery and to the parking lot where Elsa's car was. The siblings' mother could be heard yelling obscenities at them as they walked away. Elsa felt like she was going to vomit from all the frustration she was feeling. By the time they arrived at her car, she tried to pull herself together the best she could. Tears still streamed from her eyes, but not as badly as they had been before. Small hiccups escaped her every now and then.
Before opening the door to let Anna in the car, she whispered a watery thank you. Anna took the keys from her hand and offered to drive, seeing that Elsa was in no shape to drive.
That night, with Olaf tucked away in bed, Elsa and Anna sat on the couch of the tiny apartment in silence. Anna had called her parents when they had gotten back and told them that she would be spending the night there. Anna had her arm around the taller girl's shoulders, holding her close and running her fingers through the beautiful, platinum hair. Tears rolled down Elsa's face, which Anna promptly brushed away with her thumb. She periodically placed gentle kisses on the top of her head, taking in her scent whenever she did. Elsa had her arms wrapped around Anna's waist, holding onto her as if she was drowning and she was a buoy. She listened to the smaller girl's heartbeat, finding it incredibly soothing.
"Thanks for coming today." Elsa whispered into the redhead's chest. "I don't think I would have gone if you hadn't come with me. And…I'm sorry about my mom. Again."
"Don't apologize. Your mom's a complete bitch. I was about two seconds away from beating the crap out of her." Elsa let herself smile for a moment. She would never get used to the way Anna sounded when she swore. It was silly, but she liked it.
"I know. Anna, I'm just…" She didn't know how she wanted to word what she was about to say. "I-I'm afraid that I'm going to end up like her one day…" She finally let out. It was a thought that Elsa had been struggling with ever since her mother started doing drugs. Before Olaf was born and all of these bad things started happening, people had always told Elsa that she was so much like her mother when she was younger. She looked like her and acted like her and had the same hobbies as her. Elsa was afraid that it was some sort of pattern that she would soon fall into and never be able to pull herself out of. She didn't want that and she promised herself she wouldn't let it happen, but she was terrified that it would.
Anna looked down at the girl in her arms in shock. "Elsa, don't say that, don't even worry about that, you are absolutely nothing like your mom. I promise." She felt Elsa's body shaking slightly when she didn't give Anna a response. "You're amazing, please believe me when I say that. People may not think it just by looking at you, but you are the sweetest, most caring person I know." Still no response. "Come on, please don't shut me out right now, it's not going to help anything″ Still no response. Anna brushed the hair out of Elsa's face, trying to catch her gaze. ″Elsa?"
Elsa looked up at Anna teary eyed. It was a quick, simple peck on the lips, but it got her message across. Elsa had appreciated what Anna said.
AN for someone who's been to plenty of funerals, I sure know how to fuck up writing a funeral scene. Anyway, tell me what you thought. Another kind of shortish chapter, I know, very sorry.