Why do we instantly trust people? Sure there are certain factors that can keep you from trusting certain people, mostly based on looks. You wouldn't trust a homeless and seemingly senile person with, say, a kid. You do trust upstanding and decent looking adults to look after a kid.

Often it's the decent looking ones that are abusive in secret.

Trust is fragile, but it can also be unwavering. It can be blind.

"Didn't you hear me Anna? That woman is not good," Eugene said once more. His words rang in Anna's ears, but she just frowned at him. The moment the storm had passed the man had come to visit and catch up with his best friend. Elsa as usual was nowhere to be found.

"You met her for like three hours, how do you know she's bad? I've been living here for almost three months. I have a roof over my head, food in my stomach and a beautiful girlfriend that paid off my debts just because she wanted too. I didn't want to share this but the sex is amazing!" She hisses that last part and both their cheeks flush.

"That's another thing! Who pays off someone else's debts just because?" He grumbles and Anna folds her arms over her chest.

"She's lonely and damaged. She probably just wants to be sure I won't abandon her," Anna sniffs.

"Damaged? What do you mean?" He asks as he leans forward on the kitchen table. Anna sighs and leans closer herself.

"She…her back is covered in scars, Eugene, like really bad and ugly ones. I think…I think she was abused as a kid? It looks like she was whipped," Anna whispers and Eugene's eyes widen. He slumps back into his chair and runs a hand through his hair as a long breath escapes him. Anna nods and looks down at the table. Their drinks no longer steaming hot.

There was silence for a good few minutes as the information settled in. Anna felt bad for sharing something like this, but she knew Eugene would understand, his home life wasn't the best.

"How well do you know her Anna?" He eventually asked. His eyes were kinder, but he still looked determined to prove a point.

"Well enough," she answers.

"What's her last name?"

"Arendelle."

"What's her favorite food?"

"Salad."

"Best friends name?"

"Probably Rapunzel."

"Eye color?"

"Blue."

"Her three sizes?"

"Most likely 36-24-36," Anna answered and smirked as she folded her arms over her chest.

"Alright guess you're not a dumb 15 year old anymore," Eugene chuckles.

"Maybe you just need to update your question list," Anna stuck out her tongue. They laughed for a bit before silence fell on them again.

"Where is she anyway?" He asks as he looks around.

"I don't know she disappears like this every day for a few hours. Some days it's an hour, others it's easily three or four," Anna shrugs.

"Don't you think that's strange?" Eugene asks as he frowns to her.

"A little, I tried asking her on occasion, but she usually just changes the subject or says nothing. I stopped asking," Anna admits. Eugene hums as he narrows his eyes and strokes his stubbly chin.

"Oh I found these. I was asking around about your so called girlfriend," he says as he pulls out some newspaper articles and one from a magazine from his sling bag. Anna leaned closer and looked at each one. The first one had a photo of a car wreck, the headline above it read: Arendelle Accident. She read the article and bit her lip.

Mr. and Mrs. Arendelle had been on their way to a business function when their breaks failed. The car had slid on the still wet road and struck the roadside barrier when taking a turn. The car was found lying on its roof, glass shattered everywhere. Both Mr. and Mrs. Arendelle were declared dead on the scene. The police are looking into investigating if this was an accident due to faulty breaks or possibly sabotage.

"Wow, okay so both our parents passed away by car accidents," Anna said and she felt a pang in her chest. Eugene nodded and handed her the next one. This one was an interview done by a business magazine only a few months after the car accident.

Interviewer: So Miss Arendelle, you are the new face of Arendelle Inc. Do you think you will do your parents proud?

Elsa: Well they were hard to please people, but I think I will do better than they expected.

Interviewer: Yes, they were perfectionists. You took over the business quiet quick and effortlessly. How did you do that, what with mourning and all?

Elsa: I deal best by throwing myself into work. I think that's the only reason I able to take over this quickly.

Interviewer: Talking about what had happened. There was a moment were the police thought the accident was not an accident at all. You were their first suspect. How did you deal with that?

Elsa: The truth always finds a way and the case was dropped once they realized that this wasn't the first car of its model and year that had faulty breaks. It was merely a production fault.

The rest of the interview was just questions about the business. Anna found it sort of funny how much the blonde was talking in the interview. Then she found it weird that she was talking this much in an interview.

"Okay so she was a suspect for their possible murder. Family and friends are always the first suspects Eugene. Also they said it was a production fault," Anna waved it off. One more newspaper article was slid to Anna. This one held her interest the most. It was of three years ago. There was a picture of three people, of which she only knew Elsa.

The brutal murder of Belle Petite has shaken the town of Arendelle. She was reportedly stabbed several times over her body with what looks like rage. Police say they have one main suspect. A man named Adam "Beast" Prince who was working as a gardener at the Arendelle Manor. Police had been called by a Miss Corona and Mister Westergård. A traumatized Miss Arendelle had nothing to comment. Apparently Belle and Adam had been seeing one another for some time and Miss Arendelle had returned home from a long day of work to find the woman murdered and a bloody Adam standing over her. When she confronted him he fled. Police are now on the hunt, if anyone sees this man call the police.

Anna couldn't believe what she was reading. So this is what happened to her previous model. It was sad and Anna now understood. This must have been a horrible thing to witness.

"Poor Elsa, she was in love with the woman too," Anna murmured as she stroked a finger over the very pretty woman's face. "First she catches them in bed together and then she catches him murdering her, that's very shitty," she adds and Eugene frowns to her.

"Wait, Elsa was in love with the murdered woman?" He asks and Anna nods. There was silence once more and Anna looked up to him. He was looking at her with fear and worry.

"Some people didn't believe that Adam killed her. Some even speculated that Elsa murdered her, maybe even both," he says and Anna frowns to him.

"There's a reason those are just theories. Besides, there's a part later on where they say that Adam had a record of violent behavior in the past. Do you really think Elsa would be able to kill him? Look at him! He really is a beast," Anna says. The back of her mind however was screaming. She's seen her murder, she knows she's capable of murder, but she trusted that Elsa wouldn't do such a thing to a person she loved. As far as she knows she only did it to protect the one she loved.

She was feeling slightly light headed actually. She wanted to know more about her past and now she does, but it's all so sad. It raises more questions and answers very few. Anna can't help but wonder where Elsa was right now and what she was doing.

~OTaUF~

Feet were shuffling along the concrete floor. Brown eyes followed the movement side to side. Elsa was frowning, a hand rubbing at her chin and her other arm behind her back. She was deep in thought.

"How? How do I do this without Anna asking questions or without her wanting to go with?" She kept asking herself ever few turns. She felt her braid brush against her back as she walked and turned. After the storm, her body was so used to the cold that now it was overly hot down in the basement. Even though the other woman was wrapped up in a blanket giving the occasional shiver.

"Permission to speak Miss Elsa?" She asked after a while and blue eyes turned to her.

"How about you just leave early one morning and leave a note for her to say you had to go do something important?" She continued when Elsa nodded to give her permission. The blonde stared at her for a few seconds before her eyes slowly moved to the side to think this over.

It was a good idea. She could leave before the sun rose, by the time she go into town places should be open and by the time she got back there might be enough time to make brunch. Her eyes casted up briefly before looking to the other side.

No, she can't go into Arendelle, people around there sort of know her, well her name that is. She'll have to go to the next town. That might take a little more time to drive to but it would be better. Just a quick stop at the shadiest car dealer she can see and even if she has to pay them, she will get rid of those cars. Her mind was still trying to think of where that second one was.

Elsa gives a nod and pats the woman's hair. She closes her eyes and almost purrs at the praise. As soon as Elsa's hand moves away the woman saddens and almost whimpers. Blue eyes study her features before her hand moves back and strokes her cheek.

"You're such a good girl aren't you?" She purrs softly and brown eyes sparkle up to her.

"Only for you," she whispers back and Elsa smiles. She's seen that happy sparkle before, but not in brown eyes, in teal ones. It's a look Anna gives her after they share a kiss. Elsa's eyes soften as she bends down more to hold the woman's face. Her thumbs were stroking over her cheekbones. Brown eyes searched hers, trust flickering strong.

"Good girls get rewarded," Elsa whispers as their faces slowly grow closer. Brown eyes slowly close as their breathing mingles, but blue stay open. The moment their lips meet Elsa knows something is wrong.

Cold pressed against cold. This was wrong, weren't the other one supposed to be warm? These lips were cracked and not smooth like the ones she's used to. This was different and Elsa didn't like different. The woman tries to press forward to get more from the kiss but Elsa pulls away.

The sound of a hard slap never rung this loud on the concrete walls. Elsa could feel her heart race in her chest. She could feel her hand tingle. The woman lay curled up on the bed, clutching her cheek and whimpering. Elsa's breath hitched and she made a dash for the stairs. Her arm was rubbing furiously at her mouth. It was wrong, it was bad. She only wanted Anna's lips on hers.

She slammed the door shut behind her and locked it before pressing her back flush against it as Anna's voice called to her. She knew her eyes would look wild to the redhead, but her mind couldn't think of that right now. Her blood was starting boil once she noticed that Eugene was there.

"Elsa, are you alright? What were you doing in the basement?" Anna asked as she walked closer to her. Elsa couldn't speak. Her heart was still racing and she didn't want to speak in front of him. She wasn't composed enough for this.

Anna reached for the door handle, but Elsa gripped her wrist.

"Rat," she quickly said, but it was all she could get out. Anna searched her eyes before nodding.

"Okay, okay, yea they are scary when they come running at you," Anna says then turns to Eugene. He was eyeing Elsa skeptically.

"Thank you for the visit Eugene, it was nice seeing you again," Anna smiled and he just nodded. Elsa watched the two leave before she slumped down onto the floor with her back still against the door. She hated herself. Her hand was still tingling.