A door had never opened as fast as that structure did.
And Elsa was face to face with bloodshot eyes and tear streaked cheeks.
"Elsa..."
Her voice was just a croak as Anna threw her arms around her sister.
"Anna... God, I'm so sorry. I'm such an idiot..."
But Anna shook her head against the blonde's shoulder.
"No, no you're not... Just talk to me, Elsa. Please."
If she hadn't cried earlier, Elsa would have broke down upon hearing that desperate plea.
Anna refused to let go. When Elsa went to pull away from their embrace, Anna only held on tighter.
Like the second she let go Elsa would disappear once more.
"Anna, I'm not going anywhere. I swear."
She must have mumbled this into the redhead's hair a thousand times before Anna accepted it.
But she grabbed Elsa's hand, squeezed and pulled her into the room.
How long had it been since Elsa had set foot in here? Even before she moved out, this wasn't a place she was used to.
It had always just been that way. This was Anna's room, she had no right being in here. Simple.
They sat side by side on the bed, and though it made Elsa uncomfortable she said nothing when Anna laid her head on the older's shoulder.
Silence filled the space around them, neither speaking. No, this was just a moment of peace.
Calmest before the storm, right?
Anna stopped crying. She sniffled, wiped at tears already on her face, but didn't sob.
And Elsa grasped the hand Anna had offered like it was her only connection to life. When would be the next time she was allowed this?
Silences needed to be filled. That was what the redhead believed. So it was her to speak first.
"I got the note... Thank you."
It wasn't what Elsa expected, to say the least, but she went with it.
"Oh, you're welcome. It didn't seem fair to just leave with no warning."
That made a strangled giggle escaped the redhead.
"So that was the warning, huh? Came a little late, I think."
Elsa shook her head.
"Why didn't you just go back to your apartment? If you wanted to get away from me so badly I would've understood."
Elsa tensed, her grip tightening unintentionally.
"Anna, it's not like tha-"
"Don't. Please."
But... there was so much she needed to say. Before she confessed and never had a chance.
Before she was kicked out Anna's life for good.
"Anna... We need to talk. You deserve an explanation."
Her stomach reeled as the reality of the situation showed itself. This was it.
It was better than some of the other scenarios she'd thought up, certainly. But not the best.
Anna only shrugged.
"So you can tell me you don't know anything?"
And it dawned on Elsa.
Anna had given up on her.