There's silence for a few tense seconds. Anna's face goes slack, as though she can't believe that Elsa just asked such a thing – which is probably accurate. Her eyes well up again, and Elsa almost regrets asking. Almost, because she wants to know. How had this happened?
"I... met him at a bar," Anna begins. "He bought me a drink and called me pretty..."
There's happiness in her eyes. It vanishes when she continues.
"And then we fucked. He took my virginity in a dingy bar bathroom, and I let him because he called me pretty..."