Alcohol.
That seemed to be Elsa's only comfort. Finally after hours of keeping it trapped inside her mind she voiced it. The one question that had been plaguing her.
"Why?" her azure eyes looked into Alessandra's that look like a stormy coast of gnashing rocks.
"Why what Elsa?" her sharp accented voice rang through the kitchen.
"Why didn't you report this to-to the police or someone!" Elsa's voice raised along with her anger. Her growing furry was met by Alessandra's cold bitter laughter.
"Do you honestly think that I would let my baby sister get raped by the man I had the nerve to call my father and not report it Elsa!" Rage and indignation reeked out of her mouth. "Well I have…I have." her eyes became wet with the puddles of saddness and helplessness she felt for so many years. "Everytime I went to anyone of authority Martino was all over it erasing my work and confessions as if they never happend…"She looked to Elsa with a softened gaze. "He's too powerful and has friends everywhere. I've tried but he was always one step ahead of me." She sounded tired and worn.
"I thought I could bury it and it would just disappear but Chiara found out and wanted Jean gone out of jealousy that the memory of my mother was still alive so her opportunity came when Evangeline died." Elsa nodded taking another sip.
"And what about Jean?" Elsa asked. Alessandra shook her head.
"Jean was young and the only thing going through her mind was that her father loved her again, she's forgotten. I guess her mind just blocked out the trauma in order to cope. To her he's nothing but a bastard and I want to keep it that way understood?" Elsa nodded.
"Guys! I think Jean is waking up." Anna sounded from the couch. Elsa followed Alessandra back to the couch with a new weight on her shoulders. She finally dug deep enough and just like she predicted she did not like what she found in Jean's well of a life.
Jean whimpered herself awake her eyes were groggy and miserable. Elsa and her sister sat on either side of her rubbing her shoulders.
"Anna sweety could you go get Jean's medicine it's in the bathroom cabinet." Anna nodded and went to retrieve the prescription drugs Alessandra instructed her to get.
Jean began rocking a shaking her head no. "I'm not taking them."
"Jean you need them." her sister reprimanded softly.
Jean began whispering more so to herself. "It's not fair almoat everyone has mother that they haven't lost. Why did two of mine have to both die?" it was a question that neither of women could answer.
"It hurts too much I-uh I don't want to feel this anymore." Jean began swinging her head and scratching at her pants.
Her breathing was haggard as she gritted her teeth. "I can't take it. I want it to stop. I don't understand." Jean pleaded for mercy then turned to Elsa desperate.
"Elsa what if you die…" Elsa sighed shaking her head. "If you die I'll have to kill myself." that statement is what caught their attention including Anna's who just walked in with the bottle.
Elsa looked at Jean carefully. "Jean I'm not going to die and you don't want or have to kill yourself."
"I have to go for a walk." Jean confessed standing up. Anna gasped. "Like hell we're letting you out of our sight Dion you're staying here." she ordered leaving no room for argument.
"Jean you have to stay here." Elsa voiced.
Alessandra pulled Jean back down to the couch. Anna sat an the floor as if she was using her body to block Jean from escaping.
Jean leaned into the three most important women in the world and they stayed like that till morning.
"Okay well I want to get a head start at the courthouse." Alessandra stated getting up while trying not to disturb Jean's slumber.
She straightend out her burgundy dress suit she had been wearing. "Come on Anna I'll give you a ride to Kristoff's so you can fill Everyone in." Anna yawned and stretched. "Don't you want to take a shower?" she asked. Alessandra frowned looking down at herself. "Do I smell? I showered yesterday." and out the door she went.
Elsa couldn't help but laugh there was no doubt that she and her Romeo weren't anything but sisters.
Jean woke up yawing and rubbing her eyes. She looked so broken.
"Do you want some breakfast Jean?" Elsa offered.
"Sure." The young blonde droned trudging into her room.
She picked her phone out of pocket and turned it on.
The buzzing alerting her of message went off.
Once seeing who it was from she panicked and read it carefully.
Martino* I'm coming far you Giovanni please do not make this difficult and have your bags pack and ready to go.
Jean threw her phone against the wall shattering it to pieces.
Elsa came running to see what the noises was.
"Jean honey what's wrong? What happened?" Elsa asked going to the shaken girl's side.
"We have to leave." Jean strained out.
"Wha-what?" Elsa was confused.
"We have to go now!" Jean ran and put on her green converse.
"Jean what are you talking about?" Elsa followed her out the room.
"My father's coming!" Jean warned Elsa stopped mid step as she remembered what that wicked man did to a child and not just any child his own daughter.
"Jean we'll call the cops. He doesn't have custody over you." Jean just shook her head. "No that won't work he'll just munipulate them. He gets what he wants and what he wants is me. He can't be able to find me Elsa we have to leave."
Elsa thought about what Alessandra said about Martino. Here in Arendelle he was king and everyone knew it.
Jean led Elsa and zebra to the garage where her scooter resided.
"Zebra follow the scooter….and stay out of traffic." Jean commanded recieveing a confirming bark.
She rode off with her woman and her dog to a place she knew, as long as it wasn't there where he could find her.
After a while of driving the couple found themselves in front of the old fjord and farm. Zebra yipped and wandered off smelling everything.
Elsa and Jean went to the barn. Elsa looked to the hill where they sat at making so many silly plans. It seemed like such a long time ago now here they were running away from problems they would soon have to face.
They wandered silently to the barn and sat in silence.
"Elsa?" Jean called.
"Yes Jean?" she answered.
"Before that phone call on the boat in Venice what were you going to tell me?" Elsa sat on a bale of hay next to jean.
Elsa thought about it for a moment. Memories of the past year went through her mind. She was afraid of those words because of the change they would bring and yet here change was turning their lives upside down. She also wanted the moment to be perfect like in the mushy romance movies. She chuckled at the thought, their relationship was anything but. It wasn't perfect, it wasn't some high school love. It was wrong and dysfunctional so to keep trying to make it something it wasn't was a waste of time and heartache.
If she were to confess her true feelings, the words Jean wanted to hear but was patient enough to wait forever, why not confess them here in this smelly old barn where time paused just for the two of them.
"Jean I love you."
There that wasn't so bad. No hesitation no unnecessary dramatic, romance flare.
Jean smirked lightly. "…kay."
That one word began a mending process within the both of them. Yes it was slow but it was still there.