Anna stayed outside the door for most of the day.
At first it was try to coax the blonde out. Then, seeing her efforts were futile, just to talk.
She spoke of everything.
It only made the blonde feel that much worse.
But she couldn't bring herself to get up, to open the door.
Not until she heard shuffling behind said barrier and then the shutting of Anna's door across the hall.
She waited almost ten minutes before she slipped out, though quiet was harder to accomplish than she wished it to be.
After all, she was still supposed to be using crutches. Those crutches were downstairs.
But if Anna heard, she made no indication.
It was a brutally slow process, forcing her wobbling legs down each step. But she managed.
She bit her lip at the front door, five or so minutes later.
She felt bad for just leaving like this. Then again, everything she did had cause for regret.
Elsa grabbed her sister's keys from their resting place and headed out.
Belle hadn't seemed as happy for this "date" than normal.
Her usually bubbly persona fell away almost immediately, and she didn't lean into Elsa when they sat down.
Other than themselves and maybe one or two people, they were the only ones in the park.
Such an awkward presence hung in the air, clinging to the silence.
Elsa swallowed, knowing she needed to speak. She opened her mouth, but she didn't manage the words.
Because Belle suddenly stood, a look of mild distress contorting her features. She paced quietly for a moment.
"Elsa, I...I've been thinking an-"
She cut herself off, grimacing.
"No, I mean, I just wanted to..."
Her tongue struggled over the words, then completely stopped. She paused in her brisk walk to take a deep breath.
At last, she sighed. She looked back to Elsa.
"I... We both know something's been up," she started, slower.
She paused, biting her lip subconsciously and bringing a hand up to finger a stray strand of hair.
"You seem... more distant than you were even at the beginning of things. But no-"
"I can't do this, Belle."
The brunette froze in her awkward manner, eyes widening.
"Wha...? Are you... breaking up with me?"
Elsa looked away, a tightness in her chest. She felt like just one huge, heavy weight had been slammed down on her.
"I don't know what else to do," she breathed.
Belle seemed to analyze that response before sitting down. She reached tentatively for the blonde's hands.
"Elsa... please, we can... we can work thi-"
"No, we can't."
It was abrupt. It was final.
Belle's mouth opened but she couldn't speak.
"I'm sorry," Elsa murmured.
The words were genuine, but when she stood she still felt horrid.
It didn't make it any better when, as she began to walk away, Belle spoke up.
"I thought you were different..."