Ready to leave the company dinner, Anna sat in her car gripping the steering wheel tightly despite the car still being parked. Kristoff eyed her cautiously.

"Everything alright?"

"Something just seems weird about this whole proposal. Elsa was never this outgoing before," Anna puffed. Her tulle dress bunched oddly as she stuffed the fabric into its proper place. Kristoff stared at Anna's freckled face.

"You know, when we were kids, Elsa was always blue. She felt blue. She wore blue. She was just... the color blue. Our parents tried so many different treatments to help her, like giving her the rest cure where you lock a depressed girl in a room to limit any stressors. Elsa was a quiet girl, so it seemed like it'd work, you know," Anna muttered. Flashbacks of Elsa's screaming every time there was a lightning storm. She could still hear her voice crying, "Not shock therapy! No more shock therapy!" Anna dug her nails into the steering wheel again.

"And," she spoke again. "I would never understand why she felt the way she did: why she would shake her head when I told her she was pretty, why she would wear long sleeves even in the hot summer, why she wouldn't look me in my eyes as if she couldn't stand me anymore, why her smile said she was okay, while her eyes said otherwise, why at night she'd tell me 'goodbye' instead of 'goodnight.' Now I understand why she did that stuff."

Gloomily, she chortled, "That's why I'm so proud of her for getting engaged. She's come a long way. I only wish I could be a part of it." Kristoff took her hand in both of his. He knew there wasn't anything he could say to make Anna feel better.

"But if Hans ever hurts her, I'll punch him in the face!" Anna flashed her teeth in a goofy grin trying to make light of the depressing topic. In silence, they sat in the car alone for hours. Not talking, not touching. Just being together. Kristoff's company was what she needed in that time.

The morning came in quickly. Elsa was working in the back of the grey storage room, looking for more files that Dr. Weselton had requested. The walls were loaded with files and documents all over the place. Looking through a box, Elsa found binders that she hoped held what she was after. She was glad to be in the backroom since she was sick of hearing her coworkers give her congratulations. It felt odd to her since none of them ever liked the interns anyway. She tucked a loose lock of hair back into her bun. Her black A-line, tea-length dress made her feel like she was an actual intern again instead of the company bride. Looking over her shoulder, Elsa could over hear Hans rummaging through her lunch.

"Is that my sandwich you're eating?" She eyed his dark grey suit.

"You were planning on eating the whole thing alone in one sitting? It's a foot long, Els." He folded the elegant, white napkin she wrapped it in lower, so he could take another bite.

"If you're implying that just because I'm a girl it isn't natural for me to be hungry, then..."

"Fine. I'll let you finish it," he apologized, disappointed that his guilt trip didn't work to score him a free lunch.

"Well why are you back here?" Forgetting his previous offer, he threw the rest of her lunch in the trash can next to him.

"For you, actually. I think some people might be onto us, so Dr. Weselton wanted me to take you around town today."

"To be seen in public?" Elsa turned away from the black, wooden table in front of her to face him. He looked so extraordinarily handsome that she wished she could photograph him from where he stood. "It might be fun," she mused. He unexpectedly held her waist. Trying to ignore him, Elsa continued, "Um, w-when do we start?" Hans lightly pushed her hips into the table. Elsa's hands went behind her for support.

"Any time we want," he said smoothly. He took a step closer.

"Are-are you flirting with me?" Elsa batted her eyelashes in confusion. Hans swiped the documents on the table that she was previously blocking.

"I just needed some paperwork," he said slyly. "But if you want me to flirt with you..."

"Get out," she commanded. She was glad that she was finally getting some work done. She had spent so many days distracted by Dr. Weselton's and Hans' deceptions. Their set date only made her uncomfortable that it was pulling her right back into the lying game.

After work had ended, Hans drove Elsa to the local square of uptown Arendelle for their staged date. It was a charming and small town in the winter. It was the gossip that Dr. Weselton counted on to solidify the rumors of their true love, and it was the very thing that Elsa couldn't stand. It bothered Hans how quiet Elsa had been their entire car ride despite his many attempts to get her to speak.

"We can do anything you want today. I'm all yours," Hans beamed down at her.

"Anything?" she finally opened up. "Let's go to shops we've never been inside. What's inside of that shop over there? The one called 'Fleurs Pour Vous'?"

Hans pulled her inside of the large flower shop. Vases of fresh arrangements lined upon the shelves on the walls. She cupped the blue orchids in her palms.

"I've never seen such an exotic looking blue. It's lovely."

"Then have it, on me," Hans paid the florist before Elsa could object. Elsa carried her bouquet with pride out of the shop.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," she chanted. "It's so darling." In her excitement, he kissed her cheek. Suddenly, her blue eyes were filled with confusion that he didn't notice. She took a step away from him. To avoid the newly falling rain, they stumbled into a French pastry shop. Hans pulled out Elsa's chair for her as she sat down. Her mood was improving, and he was glad. He'd take her anywhere to see her smile again. He wanted to be the reason she smiled. Elsa rested her bouquet on the table, and he ordered them a tiny chocolate cake to share. An hour had flown by of them chatting with their dessert.

"How did you know I liked chocolate? Assuming all girls like chocolate, I see?" Elsa bantered as she dipped her spoon into the rich cake.

"You're not like other girls." He touched her limp hand. Her eyes focused on the way the light gleamed off of his perfect, reddish hair.

"Is that what you think?" Elsa blushed. "Well you don't really know me, Hans." The happiness left her voice. He wanted to bring back her spirit, but she only gazed out the window somberly.

"I know this other place we could go to next. There's always a ton of people inside it, so it fits Dr. Weselton's orders. It's just across the street. Do you want to go?" Giving the window all of her attention, Elsa pulled her hand away from his.

"I could get you fresh, new dessert for you to take home, if you'd like, too?" Hans offered. Elsa's smile that he thought he caused was robbed from him. He couldn't bare it.

"Elsa, what's wrong?"

"I'm just thinking." She wouldn't touch her plate.

"About what?" he sounded concerned. She refused to answer him. "Let's head outside. I want to talk to you," Hans suggested. She shook her head. "Els, What's the matter? I want to talk to you."

"No," Elsa crossed her arms and turned away from him, still focusing on the window.

"What's going on with you?" With every word, he could feel her withdrawing herself from him.

"Please, just leave me alone," she requested softly. He tilted her face towards him.

"Elsa, I love you," he sternly announced. With wide eyes, she met his glare with a worried expression. Elsa stood up abruptly, and bolted for the door and into the rain. The sound of the bells chimed as she left. The other guests stared at the commotion. Hans rose and followed her, stopping her before she could walk past the next door shop. He grasped her wrists more rough than he intended in order to stop her from going further.

"Let me go!" He only pulled her closer.

"No, you're not going anywhere. I said I love you."

"You're too used to getting your way. Hans, just leave me alone," she demanded.

"Not until you talk to me." Elsa could tell he was getting frustrated.

"You or Dr. Weselton can't force me to talk to you. You don't own me. Everybody thinks they own me, but everybody happens to be wrong." Hans released her, expecting her to flee. She stood in place, face-to-face with him. Teary eyed, Elsa began, "I can't take this fake relationship we've gotten into. It's gotten out of proportion. I just can't go on watching you pretend like you care about me. I'm done with all of the tricks, secrets, and lies. I don't care, if I get fired. I want to go home." Although her hair and dress were now wet, she was glad the rain hid any tears she might have.

"I don't want to own you. I want to love you. You were never supposed to mean this much to me. I never wanted to feel anything for you, but I do. That's the truth, and it only keeps me holding on because it hurts like hell to let you go."

"How rehearsed! I know you think I'm blind enough to believe in your lies, but I'm not. I know you've been using me for your own gain this whole time. How dare you lie about loving me...because what if I did something even worse like believe you? You're so unbearably manipulative."

"What if I really love you?" Hans asked. Elsa stared at his tauntingly handsome eyes through the foggy rain. Hans debated, "What if I was in love with you the entire time?" He held her more intimately than she was prepared for. Her rain soaked waist felt like it belonged to him.

"Leave me alone, Hans." She tore herself away from him. The long skirt of her wet dress stuck to his legs. Elsa whistled for a cab, relieved when she saw a yellow taxi pull up. She got inside of the cab without saying another word.

AN: We're getting closer to the ending soon, you guys ;)