Anna bends over, clutching her knees as she gasps for air. A bead of sweat rolls down the side of her face and her shirt clings uncomfortably to her neck. She looks up to Elsa, flushed, and gives her a warm smile. "What... the hell… are you doing?"

Elsa flashes Anna a smile as she straightens herself. She wipes a drop of sweat from her forehead before twisting the lid off of her water bottle. "I was just stretching. You really should straighten your body- that position doesn't open up your lungs."

Elsa walks forward, placing her hand on Anna's shoulder and pressing upward. Anna reaches for the ground as she slowly collapses, her knees hitting the pavement first. She then turns and falls backwards, sprawling out on her back. "You're not my coach anymore, Elsa. I don't have to listen to that. Why do you have so much energy? We ran like seven thousand miles."

Elsa grabs her ankle, pulling one leg behind her, and balancing on the other. "We ran maybe four. I thought you'd be more in shape, Ms. I'm-the-Beyonce-of-tennis."

Anna closes her eyes, finally getting her breathing under control. "Whatever, Els. I don't know why we had to run anyway, this is like the worst date ever."

Elsa places her water bottle on the ground and walks over to where Anna is lying. She slowly squats down, putting her weight on her toes as she rests her arms on her thighs. "Get up Anna. People are staring at you." Elsa laughs as she jokingly shakes the younger girl.

"I am not moving, Elsa. People can stare all they want. I'm cute- I don't mind." Anna's eyes remain shut as she speaks, a lazy smile slowly making its way across her face.

Elsa rolls her eyes as she plops down next to Anna on the ground. "I actually don't know why I'm in love with you," she groans as she wipes her eye with the back of her hand. "Your phone is ringing."

"What?"

Elsa taps the phone that is strapped to Anna's arm. "Your phone is ringing."

"Oh," Anna breathes out. She reaches for her headphones, plugging one into her ear and pressing the button on the cord. "You got Anna."

Elsa leans over the younger girl, moving wet strands of hair that are clinging to her cheek off of her face. Anna smiles up at her, but then the smile disappears. "What happened," she asks, her voice suddenly serious.

Elsa gives Anna a questioning look, asking if everything is okay. Anna shakes her head. "We'll be there," she says, before hanging up the phone. Anna sits up and looks at Elsa. "That was my stepmother, she says my dad is in the hospital.

"Is he okay?"

Anna shrugs. "She said he should be fine, but she won't tell me what happened until we get there."

Elsa grunts as she stands, and then offers Anna a hand. "Well, lets get you there."

The hospital is chaotic- even more so than normal. There were security details, detectives, and Anna's yelling stepmother. She spots the two girls walking toward her, and immediately leaves her conversation to greet them. She approaches, only acknowledging Anna. "Your father is sleeping right now."

Anna nods. "Okay, so what happened?"

The older woman cuts her eyes at Elsa, before looking back to Anna. "We really only want family around right now, Anna." She pauses. "Do I need to get someone to bring you a change of clothes? You don't smell very… lady like."

Anna rolls her eyes. "Well I've never been much of a lady by your standards, now have I? Elsa is staying."

The older woman runs a hand through her hair in frustration. "I said family only, Anna. I meant that. Tell your friend to leave."

Anna shakes her head. "Elsa's more family than you've ever been… and why are you acting like she's not fucking right-"

"Don't be so insolent, Anna! Just listen to me for once in your spoiled little life," the older woman snaps. "Everyone always just lets you get away with murder- well not today." She turns and stares Elsa in the eyes. "You need to leave. Now."

Elsa nods her head, before looking to Anna. She is vaguely aware that if she wasn't on medication right now, she'd probably be freaking out. She offers Anna a small smile. "I'll just leave, and you can call me later. I'd hate to be the cause of any tension." I'd hate for this woman to go off on me.

Anna looks at Elsa, knowingly. Elsa realizes that it is becoming harder for her to hide her real thoughts from Anna. The younger girl places a hand on her shoulder. "Don't be afraid of her, Elsa. You can stay," she says softly.

Elsa looks up at the stepmother, and the older woman stares back, her look softening. She looks to Anna. "Someone tried to… someone intentionally hurt your father, and until we have a better grip on who it was- we only want actual family around." She looks to Elsa. "I'm sure you had nothing to do with it, but try to understand."

Anna stares at her stepmother wide-eyed, her breathing increasing. "Someone… what?"

Anna's stepmother places a hand on the younger girl's shoulder. "We're going to figure this out Anna. The only thing we're really certain of is that someone most likely tampered with his breaks. We're figuring it out, but Elsa has to leave."

Elsa feels like the heat is being sucked out of the room, and she can feel her heart pounding in her ears. She looks at the floor, as reality slowly begins to slip away. "Is Anna in danger?" The question comes out as a whisper. She isn't sure if she was asking herself or just putting it out there in general.

"We're not sure." Elsa hears the reply, but she isn't sure who said it. Stepmother, Els. It was the stepmother. Elsa looks up as she takes a step back. No. She takes in a breath. "No. No, no, no." She shakes her head, wanting to say more- but no apparently being the only word she knows.

Anna slowly takes a step toward her. "It's okay, Elsa," she says gently. "Everything is going to be okay."

Elsa takes another step back, realizing that everyone is shifting they're attention to her, when they should be focused on protecting Anna. No. Stop. She lifts her hand and notices how much she is shaking. Shit. She wants to leave or run or be invisible, but she's paralyzed- and everyone is staring at her… or at least it feels that way.

Anna walks to her, softly rubbing her arm. "Remember what Dr. Gothel said, Els. Deep breathing."

Elsa manages to shake her head. "I can't… no… n-" Her voice leaves her and she closes her eyes. She feels Anna pull her into a hug.

Anna leans her head against Elsa's chest. "You can, Els. You ran a billion miles today like it was nothing. I know you can take a deep breath."

"Four."

Anna tilts her head up. "What?"

Elsa opens her eyes and looks down. "Four. We ran four miles."

"You've got to be kidding me," Anna exclaims, shock registering on her face. "We ran at least a marathon." Elsa shakes her head and Anna smiles. "Guess I'm just not that in shape, huh? We should run together more often. Don't you think so?"

Elsa's breathing starts to come a little easier and she nods her head. "Yeah, I think that would be nice. I like to run."

Anna brings her hand to Elsa's face, moving hair away from the older woman's forehead. "What else do you like that we can do together?"

Elsa searches through her mind for things she'd like to do with Anna. She can't find anything, so she decides to stick with the topic of working out. "I've always wanted to try a Zumba class."

Anna nods. "I totally wouldn't mind watching you dance around in some tight-fitting yoga pants." She lifts a brow at Elsa with a slight smile.

The statement actually gets Elsa to laugh, slightly. She leans her forehead against Anna's. "Your stepmother probably thinks we're together," she whispers with a smile, trying to keep the mood light.

Anna shrugs. "Well no one actually cares about what she thinks."

Elsa lifts her head, taking a step away from Anna. She figures she would feel more comfortable if she wasn't pulling in unwanted attention, and she had the odd feeling that Anna was about to kiss her in front of all of these people. "Still." She pauses, taking in a breath. "Did your father ever mention anyone wanting to hurt him?" She tries to switch the subject.

"We don't have to talk about this, Elsa."

Elsa takes in another breath, trying to keep her breathing slow. "We actually need to talk about this, Anna." She tries to gain control of her muscles, slowly tensing and relaxing them until she feels the last of her shaking exit her body.

Anna looks around the room, running a hand through her hair. "Well, to be honest- no… and I don't think that's really something he'd just mention in passing, you know?"

Elsa nods understandingly. "Well, how are you feeling? Where's your head at right now?"

"I'm not sure." Anna looks away as she gently bites down on her lip. She then returns her stare to Elsa. "This is weird. I mean I'm sure he's made some enemies- he's successful. He's a businessman. I just... I don't know who would go after him, and to be completely honest... I guess I'm a little afraid."

Elsa looks to Anna with strength she didn't know she had. "It's gonna be okay, I'm sure... and we shouldn't stand in the way of this investigation. If me not being around for a little while helps, then-" Elsa trails off.

Anna looks away from the older woman, sadness in her eyes. "But what about me," she starts, quietly, "- I need you... especially if this is serious." She looks back to Elsa.

Anna's stepmother walks over to the two of them, placing a hand on Anna's shoulder. "He's awake now. You can go see him if you want to... but Elsa really needs to leave."

Anna tries to protest but Elsa gives her a firm stare. "Go, Anna. It's going to be okay. Just call me later." Anna pulls Elsa into a tight hug. It lasts a few seconds and then she pulls away from it and walks toward her father's room. Her stepmother follows.

Elsa turns to leave, but is stopped by a man wearing a suit. He is tall with a muscular build and he has thick brown hair with very thick sideburns. She notices he has a very strong chin and his cheeks are slightly red.

"We are looking into anything Mr. Perelman has done recently that might have upset anyone," the man says nonchalantly, as if Elsa had prompted him with a question.

Elsa nods. "Does it seem like that list will be long?"

He shrugs slightly, shaking his head. "It's hard to tell right now. " He clears his throat. "I didn't want to ask you to do this in front of Anna, but it would help if you talked to us."

Elsa shakes her head. "I really have no reason to hurt Anna's father."

"I wasn't trying to imply that, but let us decide that for ourselves... and we can worry about one less person."

Elsa sighs. "I can't do this right now. I'm really tired. I need to get some rest." She turns and starts to walk away.

The detective continues to speak. "You should really consider talking to us. I mean with your family's history- it would be pretty easy to put you on that list."

Elsa turns around and walks back toward the man. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you do," he says, flatly. "Tell me about your father."

"He lives in-"

He holds up a finger. "Your real father, not the man who adopted you."

Elsa tries to control her breathing, but it isn't panic that's rising inside of her- it's anger. "He died," she says through clenched teeth.

The detective's lips curve down into a slight frown. He leans toward Elsa. "He died... or he's rotting in a Norwegian prison. You know, it's all the same thing." He pulls away from Elsa. "Mr. Perelman received the first threat about a week ago. That's how long I've been looking into this."

"And I'm at the top of your list. You must be a really shitty detective." Elsa can't hide her anger, and at this point she doesn't want to. Asshole.

"Let me lay this out for you," he says, his voice suddenly viciously quiet. "A couple of weeks ago a website was shut down for many reasons, but lets cut the shit- it was because of that post about you and Anna."

"Okay. I don't understa-"

"Don't interrupt," he cuts in. "Shortly after that Mr. Perelman started receiving death threats. Automatically there are two people on my list. You and Duke Weselton. You, because you finally realized how far Mr. Perelman is willing to go to say his daughter isn't a lesbian... and Els-" He shakes his head, laughing. "-you got it bad."

Elsa freezes. He actually thinks this might be me. She shakes her head. "I didn't... I wouldn't.. I'm not..."

The detective starts to chuckle. "Here's the funny part, Elsa. Duke has an alibi for this morning. He's not in the state. Few people knew for sure Mr. Perelman was going into work today, and I'm guessing Anna was one of them. If she knew, then you probably knew. That gave you enough time to tamper with his breaks in the morning, and hang out with Anna in the afternoon."

"You can't do this. You can't just spin lies like this. You have no basis whatsoever." Elsa tugs at the hem of her shirt nervously. She had no way to prove that what he was saying wasn't true. She had known Anna's father went into work today and there wasn't anyone to attest to her whereabouts this morning.

"You want to know why I brought your father up," the detective starts. "It's called profiling. Now someone who went through what you did... saw what you saw... they might have a real messed up sense of morality. They might think- 'hey, he's standing in my way, so I need to take him out'... but what do I know?" He hands Elsa his card. "The list really isn't that long. Call me when you want to talk."

Elsa watches him walk away and she turns, slowly heading toward the exit of the building. This is insane. He's just trying to scare me. He would have arrested me if he was sure. Elsa keeps walking, feeling her legs become heavier with each step.

Eventually she can't go much farther, so she stops and leans against a wall- sinking to the floor. I really can't get a break. She closes her eyes, thankful of the fact that she isn't having a panic attack.

She never thought that what happened in her past would come back like this. Sure it had affected her, she could barely go a week without having a panic attack- but she had never wanted to hurt anyone. What kind of detective was he? Is he threatening me? Elsa puts her head down on her knees and sighs. I hate this.