Anna had been erasing and rewriting her text message for a while now. Ever since the incident, Anna and Elsa's relationship had been harder than ever. She had apologized and Elsa had accepted, and on the paper nothing was wrong. However, things were far from the way they used to be. Elsa barely talked to her, she hadn't attended the school for the week they had had left, and her smiles for Anna were only polite, never genuine. Anna felt torn, she had no idea how to fix it when she didn't know what was broken.

Things had been so awkward before she had left to England, even with Kristoff. At first, it had been pure embarrassment for the two of them, but now Anna thought it had more to do with how difficult Elsa was being. They had really offended her a big time, but Anna wasn't exactly sure what it was that had upset Elsa so. Of course the situation had been awkward, and Elsa was known to be rigid with the subject, but this felt like an overkill, even for Elsa. She acted like a puppy who had lost her trust for humanity after being kicked. Anna and Kristoff could hardly sit a meter away from each other, without Elsa getting all weird.

Anna had tried to keep contact with the siblings, but Kristoff hated Skyping and texting, and Elsa was conveniently always busy when Anna tried to call. She sent Elsa long text messages about her days in England, not that there was much to tell, but she tried her best. Elsa always answered after the longest time, and her messages were only one to two words. She never told about her days, not even when asked to. She was polite, as always, but never the warm and friendly Elsa who Anna had grew to love.

Yesterday, she had sent Elsa a long message about her day, and how she was missing them and was happy to come home. Elsa had answered it at the morning, before Anna had woken up. Her message only said: "Happy to hear that you've enjoyed your trip." It was the longest text Anna had received, but that didn't give her any warmth in her chest, the message was just as cold as the others. There was nothing personal in that message, not even an emoji. Elsa could have sent that message to a complete stranger and it would have been a proper thing to do. Was Anna a stranger to Elsa now?

A knocking on her door make her drop her phone and forget all about the unfinished text. "Come in!"

"Hey, have you packed already?" Agnarr asked when he peeked into the room. Iduna was just behind him, when he entered.

"Yeah, all packed," Anna confirmed awkwardly.

Then her parents looked at each other, and Anna started to get nervous. What was going on? Iduna sat next to her on the bed, and then her father sat on the other side of her. Anna almost felt claustrophobic, something was definitely off. Had she been caught doing something wrong? Had she even done something wrong? Anna couldn't remember anything, but her brain was rushing through the memories, desperately trying to find a fault in them.

"Anna, we've been a little worried of you," Iduna said, landing a sympathetic hand on Anna's shoulder. Anna felt an impulse to flinch, but she hold still.

"You've been awfully quiet your whole stay, preferring to spent time in your own room. We wanted to give you space, but that didn't really help. Why won't you tell us what is bothering you?" Agnarr finished where Iduna had left off.

Anna frowned. Her parents never wanted to talk about feelings or problems or anything. And now they were upset because she didn't talk about what was bothering her? "I didn't think you would be interested," Anna answered honestly.

"But sweetheart, of course we are interested! We are interested in everything in your life, you're our daughter," Iduna said to her. Anna shrugged her hand off her shoulder and got up.

"That's not the picture I got when you hanged up on me after I mentioned how important Elsa is to me," Anna snapped. She felt almost guilty when she saw her mother flinch. Only almost, it felt so good to finally stop beating around the bush and address the thing they had all avoided to talk about for the whole week she had spent in England.

"That's different," Iduna defended herself. She also got up, and tried to reach for Anna, but Anna stepped back to refuse the touch.

"How? How is that any different?" Anna prompted, she was getting aggravated.

"Let's not talk about that now," Agnarr intervened. "I doubt that's the reason you have been sulking in your room a whole week. Tell us what is upsetting you now. Is it about school?"

"How can I tell you about my troubles, when you don't ever want to hear about my life? The only thing you seem to want to talk about my new life, is my school. I can't tell you about my problems until you are willing to hear about them." Anna didn't get her parents. Why were they suddenly so interested, when they had been the whole week like their normal selves, avoiding all uncomfortable subjects altogether. "Whenever I try to talk about the new people in my life, you want to change the subject. How do you except me to tell how things are going, without talking about the most important people in my life?"

"Of course you are allowed to talk about the people in your life. We love to hear how you have made new friends," Iduna told her softly.

"Oh okay, so it's just Elsa I'm not allowed to mention." Anna narrowed her eyes. Her mother's nervous twitch told Anna that she had hit the target. "Well, it just happens to be that Kristoff and Elsa are the ones that matters the most, and that means my problems are also mostly connect with them. But I can't mention them, without you shutting me out. So I don't really know what I am expected to do."

"So it's about them then?" Agnarr guessed. "Did that boy hurt you like Hans, because I swear I'll—"

"No! Kristoff is nothing like Hans! Nobody did anything to me. I was the one who did something. I guess you're happy to hear that I think I ruined my changes with Elsa."

It pained her to say those words, but they must be true. Elsa didn't seem to trust Anna anymore, and a relationship without trust was barely worth anything. She felt awful, knowing that she might have also ruined Kristoff and Elsa's relationship. Though she also felt angry towards Kristoff. He was always treating his sister like a delicate porcelain doll, why hadn't he considered Elsa's feelings that night. He was supposed to know his sister the best, so why were they in this horrible situation then?

"What did you do, Anna?" her father asked with a calm voice.

"I had a wonderful night with Kristoff, okay! It was one of the best nights of my life, thousands times better than with Hans." Anna confessed. Her parents looked horrified, but she was too far gone to care. "But Elsa heard us, she got so upset that she left the house with her broken leg, without shoes, and in her pajamas. It took us two hours to find her! And now she barely talks to me! I hope you're happy now!" Anna all but screamed to her parents, especially to her mother.

She was letting out the build-up frustration from that night, and from not talking about it with Kristoff, or Elsa, or her parents. She had felt so many emotions that night that really needed an outlet, but instead she had come here and had felt even harder pressure to keep it all in. Anna had been so worried that night, terrified even. She had ran around the city, afraid to find her dear friend raped and stabbed in some sketchy alley. Or find Elsa floating on the river of Nidelva, bloated and purple, where she had jumped in desperation to end her own life. Who could blame Anna for thinking that Elsa might be suicidal, after she disappeared in middle of the night? Elsa always has that certain glint in her eyes that reveals the deep sadness behind her cold mask. It had took the longest time for Anna to detect it, but after she did, she could never unseen it.

"Anna, sweetheart. It might feel like a bad thing now, but that girl seems like a trouble, maybe this is for the best—," Iduna started with her gentle voice.

"Best for you maybe! You don't even know her! She's the most amazing person and you refuse to even let me to talk about her, because god forbid if any other girl than her would ever be close to me!" Anna was now actually screaming, letting out all the frustration she had built-up her whole, short life. She wanted to scream worth of all those years in silence.

"Anna—," her father warned.

Anna paid no heed: "You know what! Fuck you!" Agnarr warned her about the language, she didn't care. "I never even met her, you two refuse to speak about her, yet you still expect me to have some special, unreplaceable sister-bond with her! I've only ever loved the idea of her, I loved the idea of having a sister. For the first time in forever, I finally could have one, but you hate Elsa just because she isn't her. Elsa is everything I ever wanted, she's the sister I wanted, and I'm not ashamed anymore to tell you that I love Elsa more than I ever loved her!" Anna knew that admitting she loved Elsa more, was a low blow, but it didn't mean it wasn't the truth.

"How could you say anything like that? She was your sister," her mother asked with a horrified voice.

"How can you expect me to love someone who I know nothing of? You have forced me to mourn for a person I never knew, for my whole life! I'm done with this bullshit! I'm sorry that it wasn't me who died, instead of her, like you obviously wish for. I can't change that, but I refuse to let you force me to mold my whole life for some dead girl I never met!" Anna regretted the wording in her last sentence when her mother's palm connected with her face.

Anna clutched her cheek, she was beyond shocked. She had never been hit. She had been scolded and yelled at, but physical violence had never been laid upon her. Her mother looked shocked of her actions too, as did her father. But before they could apologize, or make any excuses, Anna took her luggage and hissed: "I'm taking a taxi to the airport."

Then she pushed through her parents, not minding their efforts to stop her, and left the house as quickly as she could in her righteous anger. Tears were already trailing down her cheeks, and the regret was gnawing her soul, but she couldn't go in and talk about things right now, she was just too upset for that. Anna needed some space to think and revalue things. Why did she seem to break everything good in her life? Maybe her parents had been right to keep her locked up, she couldn't hold her life together on her own even half a year.

A/N

Kind of short chapter, but I've said everything I wanted to. This was actually supposed to be more of a filler chapter, but then this idea hit me, and I couldn't pass the drama. I hope you like it, as it does reveal some stuff you might have been wondering about.

Guest and BadEnglishSpeaker: You are not wrong, Anna and Kristoff could have and should have done it elsewhere. But people in love are often inconsiderate towards other people and how comfortable they are with the affection they show to each other. I don't write my characters to be likeable all the time, because people make stupid choices that hurts others. I don't know if you have seen Frozen 2, but I was actually inspirated by the scene in which Anna initiates smooching session with Kristoff after Elsa and Olaf had fallen asleep basically next to them. I mean, that is just rude. If it helps any, at least Anna feels guilty about it.

Rice Field: My Elsa is an albino, because I think that would explain her pale complexion the best, if she doesn't have her magical ice powers. Eye problems are pretty much a baggage deal with albinism, so she was just born with them. Don't worry though, they are not a part of the main plot, and won't cause any bigger grief later in the story. I think she has fair amount of other problems on her shoulders without adding that to it. I just wanted to be consistent with that albinism thing I had committed to.

FullOfFaith: I was thinking about Into the Unkonwn while writing that, but I can definitely see the Let it Go vibes too!