Elsa just stood there. Rapunzel had just left and Hans before that, leaving her alone with Anna once again, who was standing right next to her by the front door. Elsa did her best to steady herself and turned as her sister rubbed her shoulder. "So," she said, "I take it it went well with Rapunzel?"
Elsa thought about the kiss her and her girlfriend shared and smiled at the floor. "Yeah," she admitted with a blush. She briefly considered telling Anna about the kiss, but something held her tongue. Maybe she wasn't as ready to make a choice as she thought.
Anna smiled. She was uncharacteristically quiet in the moment. Elsa expected her to jump and yell and spout all kinds of "I told you so's," but she didn't. She just steadied her hand on Elsa's shoulder and squeezed. Something deep within her watery blue eyes retreated and it showed in a minute melancholy twist of her smile. The expression was so minor that anyone else would have missed it, and even Elsa couldn't pinpoint what it meant or exactly what it was. "That's great, Elsa." Her voice still sounded buoyant.
"Thanks for um, for pushing me," the elder sister muttered, voiced encumbered by her still trying to work out the hints recently dropped by Anna's face.
"I knew it'd do you good." The attempt at a self satisfied tone was met at odds by the auburn haired girl's strange demeanor. There was no sarcastic bite, no playful wink or jab, nothing like that. Just... her. But not her. Anna apparently could tell she didn't look the part she was playing, because she yawned and carried on before Elsa could retort. "Well, I'm getting tired, goodnight, Elsa."
Pursing her lips briefly, Elsa toyed with the idea of prying. Maybe she really is just tired. It has been a long night, after all. That had to be it, right? That was the only explanation for why Anna wasn't literally hopping around and off the walls like a bouncy ball. "Goodnight, Anna."
Then, Anna walked off. There was no kiss on the cheek, no hug, no overt display of emotion, she was just... gone. That's when Elsa knew there was definitely something wrong. She began to wonder just how much of Anna she had given up that night. Elsa's stomach churned. She didn't like the feeling that was budding within.
A distraction, that's what I need. Otherwise, sleep wasn't on the menu for that night. Luckily, Elsa had a lick of flame still lingering between her legs from her session with Rapunzel. Put that with her little moment of fantasy earlier that day, and she knew exactly what she was going to do. She bit her lip and waited to hear her sister's door shut upstairs. She then made her way to her own room, eyes already rolling shut as she conjured another expository scene in her mind.
Anna was likely slipping out of her own dress at this very moment. Oh, that prickled teasingly down Elsa's spine as she arched and discarded her own clothing. Before even climbing in to bed, she began to size her own breast. The gently curved, lavish mound felt softer than a silken robe under her palm, contrasted by the rapidly hardening nipple posed atop it.
Her breath hitched as she gave her own nipple a light pinch, then traced her aureola with her finger before her hand once again expressed itself on her chest. She clenched her teeth as she thought about the day Anna changed right in front of her, exposing a hint of a green bra. She wondered if Anna was wearing that same bra at that moment, or if she was in the lace one Elsa had spotted in her closet before.
Oh God. An electrifying squiggle pinched her nerves, causing her to audibly gasp as Elsa turned the idea over in her head. Her sister's more modest bosom may very well be free at this moment. She could clearly imagine the unhindered motion of said breasts, how pellucid a satin nighty would be on her.
Elsa didn't even notice she was breathing loudly at this point, for her breaths were muted by her monstrous heartbeat and flustering fantasies. Her knees buckled with a stunning bout of indulgence and she found herself against her sheets.
Her free hand slithered up close to her naked womanhood and began to scrape the skin of her inner thigh, gliding across her arousal. She gently pressed against her vulva. It was hot, her hand felt like it had just been burned, but her body begged for more contact. She gave it what it asked for, running her finger just along her slit, then used her other hand to do the same.
Now coated with her own natural lubricant, Elsa let one hand go back to her chest and start playing roughly while she explored farther with the other.
The room was blistering, the sultry aura generated by Elsa accruing in the confining box. She couldn't keep track of where her skin ended and the flaming air began, but that didn't matter. Her breaths were ragged, back arched, and skin shining with the sweat of pleasure. She was faintly aware of her now audible moans and didn't have the presence of mind to pay attention to how loud they were.
For all Elsa knew, she could have been screaming.
She tried to replace the fantasy with one of Rapunzel, but her mind was down another track, chasing a fantasy about her sister and unwilling to brake. With her eyes closed, it was now Anna who was tending to her breast, Anna's hand was between her legs, nudging her now engorged clitoris hither and thither.
Anna was likely the next room, one, pathetic, paper-thin wall away, laying awake. She could almost certainly hear her older sister's self-indulgence, and that knowledge just shocked Elsa's spine like a bombshell. It actually hurt a little bit, but at the same time felt so good. It was a volatile dichotomy wrestling in her, aching pleasure pitted at her core.
"Oh God," she panted, and gasps came out here and there and she moaned sharply and couldn't take in oxygen fast enough. She was bucking and sweating, and grabbing everything in reach, the smarting sensation of tugging her own hair barely even registered and Elsa nearly popped her eyes because she was squeezing them so tight; and then, she couldn't move. Muscles clenching like vice grips forced out a cry that was obviously loud, even to her in her stupor, and nearly broke her hand between her thighs.
Elsa panted and tried to catch her breath, but it was just a step ahead of her. Her session did wonders to clear her mind, for at least a little while. Now, however, Elsa couldn't help but wonder, even before she could properly breathe or will herself to move, if she had just cheated on Rapunzel. Whether she had or not, Elsa knew what she felt like. She felt like she was cheating on Anna by being with Rapunzel.
After finally getting some sleep, Elsa still didn't exactly feel rested the next day. It was Sunday morning now, and a strange one at that.
She woke up later than she normally did, apparently exhausted from everything that went down the previous night. Elsa grunted and rolled over, she had been up late and this was still a little too early. Her eyes felt as heavy as boulders made of lead, and the sunshine glowing into her room was intrusive and burned a little.
Rolling over, she checked her phone and instantly perked up. This was the first time in a very long time that Elsa had woken up to a text message. Her heart skipped a beat as she read that it was from Rapunzel. With some difficulty, she grabbed her phone. The text read "hey, you!"
Despite being alone and it being a simple text, Elsa felt her face heat up and grinned. It felt good to wake up to such a thing. Sitting on the side of her bed now, she shot back "good morning."
Elsa nearly forgot that she was stark naked when she walked to her door. She caught herself, made herself decent, then wandered out. Anna would almost surely still be asleep, after all, it was around a quarter passed eight.
But that was another bizarre thing: Anna was up and already eating when Elsa got to the kitchen. The older sister froze in place, unsure of what to do or say after Anna's behavior last night. I'm probably reading too much in to it. It felt like forever ago. Her breath returned when her younger sister smiled and cheered "Elsa! Come eat with me." She was munching on some Cocoa Puffs.
That was the second thing that brightened Elsa's day. She smiled as brightly as the morning sun, heart swelling. It appeared as though things were back to normal. Once she took the previous night out of the equation, breakfast felt nice and natural. They laughed and joked, happy to just spend some time with each other.
This time, however, was interrupted. Footsteps snapped Elsa's attention and there she saw her father, walking towards the door. She was going to just sit and watch, petrified by the unexpected appearance. Usually by now he had vanished to somewhere, possibly work. Elsa didn't know, she never asked. Anna had other plans, apparently. "Good morning, dad."
Elsa's stomach started to rattle, but at least there was no arguing. Yet. He turned. "Hi, girls." Then, he made like he was going to leave once more.
"Wait, don't you wanna catch up with your daughters?" Elsa knew why her sister emphasized the familial relation, she remembered their previous conversation about their father. Both were sure that he was purposefully avoiding them, and now, Anna was seizing this rare opportunity to put that theory to the test. Elsa's stomach lurched, she could sense the upcoming conflict.
"I, uh, I don't have time, Anna."
Anna scoffed. She stood and advanced her position a little until she could reach Elsa's hands, which were becoming clammy as her breathing picked up. She knew that look, Anna was determined to get an answer out of him.
"Too busy? For your family? It's Sunday, the office isn't even open on Sundays."
"Anna," Elsa begged, most likely cutting off the circulation to her sister's digits.
"It's not that, it's just-" the man's voice sounded stressed, now. The pressure Anna was applying was working, slowly cracking the barrier between them.
Elsa just wasn't sure she wanted to be around when that barrier blew, because anything could come flying out, and she wasn't ready to be caught in a crossfire. She just gulped, closed her eyes, and did her best to steady her breathing.
"But that's exactly it," the younger girl interrupted. "You're avoiding us."
It wasn't a question, or a sentiment said with any sort of doubt or inquiry, it was simply a statement of fact. And Anna had said it with such unscientific bias that it nearly broke in the middle. Elsa suddenly felt like an idiot. She had known her sister hurt from how distant their father had become, but it was always masked by anger. Elsa had thought that Anna was mostly mad for her sake, but that wasn't completely true. Sure, Anna had even gotten furious and fuming on Elsa's behalf, but it was equally on her own behalf. It was driven by her own feelings, by her own heartache. Looking at simmering teal eyes that were on the very edge of tears and a trembling lip, this became very apparent to Elsa.
All the times they had talked about it, every time it came up, Anna had hidden it. She had pushed her own needs aside for the sake of her older sister, and it wasn't until now, finally, close to five years later, that she slipped up. It at last became too much for Anna to shoulder and it slipped out of her control. Elsa choked down a lump in her throat. How selfish have I been? She took a breath and even though it was mortifying to her, even though it felt like taking a lonely plunge into the abyss of the ocean where anything could be waiting, she stood by her sister. Because Anna needed her. Elsa tried not to cry, but inevitably failed.
"No, I'm not-"
"Don't lie to us!" Anna nearly shrieked. Elsa looked away and slammed her eyelids together to shield herself from the accusation spat. She couldn't help but look up at her father to check on his reaction to such a shout.
He looked... angry. But in juxtaposition to that, he looked like he was trying to distance himself, like he was mentally retreating for one reason or another. Elsa's eyes narrowed, sure he had hurt her in the past, but now she knew just how much he made Anna suffer, and she suddenly wanted him to pay for that. Despite his eyes also glistening, she remained resentful. "Anna," he gritted, "be quiet."
"No!"
Elsa's fingers nearly broke from the vice grips enclosing them. She clenched her teeth and tried to ignore the fact that she began hyperventilating. Hopefully this would be over soon, because she was going to pass out.
"You don't understand-"
"Oh, I think I understand perfectly well," was the venomous response. Anna's eyes were now narrowed, honed in like a predator on prey. Elsa's stomach sank, but she stayed, even if she feared it might kill her. "You don't even care about us, do you?" Anna's wrathful voice broke to somber in one quick action. It was hard to pinpoint the exact syllable that it happened on, but it definitely happened.
Brown eyes looked back. Their father's face twitched in several different directions simultaneously, making him look mad, scared, and pathetic all at once. It was a disorienting sight to see from someone like that. Someone who Elsa thought of as terrifying and built of cold, hard stone. Clearly, Anna had a jackhammer up her sleeve, able to break through his front. Without a word, he just vanished out the door.
"Oh, no you don't!" Anna started marching towards the portal, but her sister was still stiff in place. Elsa didn't ease her grip and the subsequent yank made Anna turn back around. She looked at Elsa, eyes softening, then back at the door. "Oh, Elsa," she opted to stay and grabbed her sister tightly and protectively.
Elsa instantly returned the embrace, crying softly into Anna's shoulder, something that she noticed was mirrored in her sister's actions. She let the warmth of Anna trap her exactly where she wanted to be, and everything felt exactly right.
"I'm so sorry I put you through that," came the vacillating voice.
And Elsa's heart immediately clenched. She pulled back just enough to look into big, sobbing teal eyes. She sniffled and ignored her knotted stomach. "N-no, I- I'm sorry."
Something did brighten in those eyes, they looked a little lighter. "For what?"
Elsa closed her eyes and hugged tightly again, the beating of their hearts aligning against each other's chest. "F-for being so selfish."
"Elsa," Anna insisted softly, "you weren't-"
"Y-yes, I was." She took a deep breath. Anna's hair smelled of a hint of sweat mixed in with gardenia and grapefruit. She hadn't showered that morning, but her shampoo's scent still lingered, and that didn't really matter. All that mattered right now was apologizing. "I- I was so caught up in what I f-felt like that I d-din't even notice how much d-dad was hurting you."
"Oh, Elsa," she repeated in a breath filled with so many emotions that it was jarring to the older girl. The hug constricted even more, and their bodies were practically fusing together at this point. "I love you so much."
With a gobbed up, molten excuse for a heart, Elsa hummed into the hug. The words were so needed in that moment, they were just the right thing to hear. "I love you, too," she affectionately stated. Then, they were silent in each other's arms. Nothing else had to be said, because it was all communicated through their embrace. Elsa briefly considered telling Anna bout what Hans did in the kitchen, but decided that Anna didn't need that kind of stress right now. So instead, she held it down and enjoyed the tender moment.
It was only a few days until Rapunzel came over again. During those days, Anna had notified Elsa that she very much enjoyed it when she dressed up for her. Of course, this wasn't exactly news, but it had never been explicitly stated before. This whirled Elsa's heart and had made her almost want to skip everywhere. As a result of her sister's admission, the elder was currently in a simple, cyan dress. It was afternoon, and the day Rapunzel was to come over.
If Elsa was being honest with herself, she was happy she didn't have to wait too long to see Rapunzel. After their kiss, she was admittedly a little anxious to see her girlfriend again, even if they had been texting. It was also a weeknight, so she was just coming over to watch a movie, and as it happens, Anna wasn't going to be out with Hans that evening.
Elsa didn't know whether to consider it a blessing or a curse that her sister would be around with them. On the one hand, she always wanted to see Anna, it was a constant desire that she gladly satisfied perfunctorily. On the other hand, it was going to be taxing on both her heart and her mind to have Anna, the one she loved, and Rapunzel, her girlfriend, watching a movie with her.
Actually, come to think of it, Elsa wasn't sure if Anna was planning on staying and watching the flick with them or if she was going to retreat to her room to give the couple some space. I should probably figure that out. Wait, does Rapunzel want her to watch with us, or not?
The thought of watching a movie alone with Rapunzel (again) was more than a little nerve racking and frightening, but also exhilarating, given what they did last time they saw each other. Elsa found herself blushing and grinning, and she had to give herself a moment to catch her breath. I'd better ask Anna.
Luckily for Elsa, her sister was right there on the couch with her, working on a paper. Anna's back was leaning against Elsa's right shoulder, her legs swung over the armrest, so the elder knew for a fact she hadn't seen the idiotic grin and blush that had just happened.
The warmth from the contact and gentle purr of Anna's breathing against Elsa made her feel cozy and secure, it made her stomach dance with her heart peacefully, and she'd never get over the faint tickle of auburn, silken locks dusting her cheek. "Anna," Elsa stated.
"Hm?" The hum was placid and contented. The younger girl turned her head to point her ear at her sister.
Elsa's heart rate intensified. "I was wondering, um, when Rapunzel comes over tonight..." She choked on her words, leaving much to be desired in the inquiry.
Anna shifted her entire body so she was facing Elsa. With quirked lips, she raised an eyebrow quite high, poking fun at what her sister does when she's intrigued. The look was so misplaced on Anna that Elsa couldn't help a little chortle. "What about when Rapunzel's over?"
Helped out by the light mood and fluffy atmosphere that Anna always brought with her, Elsa managed the question on her mind. "Well, are you gonna- are you gonna watch the movie with us?"
Lips twitched downward into a more serious, straighter line, the suspended brow dropped, and teal eyes evanesced slightly. Anna looked a little sad as she spoke. Despite this, her voice maintained the utmost sincerity. "If you don't want me to, I won't."
Quickly, Elsa spoke up. It was funny how easily her decision was made for her in that moment. Like flipping a coin for something and immediately knowing the more alluring outcome, not because of how the coin lands, but because of the pressure of making a decision right then. "I- I do. I want you to."
The freckled face before Elsa lit up, and a pleasurable smile that made her heart sing quite loudly was produced on smooth, pink lips. Her hickory eyebrows softened. "Are you sure? Because I don't wanna intrude, I mean, I'd like to watch the movie with you, but it's not like-"
Elsa couldn't help it, she laughed out loud, feeling all tingly and warm inside. She really loved her sister's habit of rambling. "Anna, I'm sure."
Anna seemed quite pleased with the answer and sported a wide grin. Her face even appeared the faintest bit red, though she always had a dash of scarlet on her face so Elsa tried to ignore it. "Great!" She gave her elder a quick hug, making Elsa's heart jump, then turned back to her computer. "I've gotta get this done, then."
"Agh, what should I wear? She'll be here soon!" Elsa paced her closet trying to think. All the dresses just didn't feel right. There was always something wrong with what she wore, but she just couldn't put her finger on it. She wanted to look great for Rapunzel, but she didn't want to over-do it.
Anna giggled form behind her. Elsa spun and looked at her sister with a healthy dose of fake anger. "Elsa, she's just coming over to watch a movie, just wear something comfy."
"Comfy?" Elsa was dumbstruck by the idea of not dressing up. Wasn't dressing up something she had to do every time she saw Rapunzel? After all, they were girlfriends. Her mouth hung open and eyes went blank as she processed the suggestion.
Another chuckle sounded in her ears, snapping her back just in time for her to see her sister playfully roll her eyes. "Oh, come on, Elsa, you do know what comfy clothes are, right?"
Elsa almost had to knock the gears in her head back in place. "I, um, yes, but aren't I supposed to dress up?"
Anna smiled wide and shook her head fondly. "Do you think I dress up every time I see Hans? No, I don't, just for special things, like dates."
The platinum blonde's heart sank a little at the mention of Hans. She tried to float it again with thoughts of Rapunzel, but it didn't really work. Still, Anna did make a good point. That simplified this whole thing quite a lot. Elsa breathed a sigh of relief. "You're right, comfortable it is."
"Good, now get ready, she's gonna be here any minute." Anna pranced out. Elsa thought for a moment then did as Anna commanded. She changed from her dress into blue skinny jeans and a light blue t-shirt with no designs. Her hair was in her signature and beloved braid. She did, however, touch up her makeup. After all, she wanted to put at least some effort into her look for Rapunzel.
Just a few minutes later, right as Elsa was finished, the doorbell rang. She ran downstairs, heart wiggling with anticipation, and arrived just as Anna opened up the door.
Elsa examined what her girlfriend was dressed in. She wore a yellow, simple blouse and jeans. It looked marvelous on her, despite how informal it was. She also had clearly paid attention to prettying herself up a little bit, just like Elsa had, which made the platinum blonde very relieved. She let herself take a breath. Comfy. She smiled.
"Hey, Anna," Rapunzel said as she walked in. Her eyes quickly found Elsa standing away from the door and a smile spawned from ear to ear, eyes glowing like a spotlight. "Hey, Elsa!" She walked straight over, and Elsa found her legs moving her toward Rapunzel on their own accord. The door sounded shut in the background.
They embraced. It was tender and loose, yet conveyed admirable emotion. Her heart rate picked up. "Hi," she lamely responded.
Rapunzel pulled back and bit her lip, cheeks shaded cherry red. She leaned forward and Elsa immediately knew what was happening. She thought about when Anna greeted Hans, the kiss they shared. The memory stung unpleasantly, but the recollection of kissing Rapunzel the other night made her feel all jittery – in a good way.
Painfully cognizant of her sister's eyes on them, Elsa sloppily puckered her lips, the fledgling she was at such things. When their mouths met, it sent a spark through Elsa's spine and she reflexively leaned forward a tiny amount. She did, however, keep the kiss chaste and pulled away with a thundering heart. She didn't want to display too much affection to Rapunzel while Anna was there. it felt wrong in the pit of her stomach.
When they parted, Elsa's face felt like it had been dunked in gasoline and lit on fire. She stole a quick glance at Anna. Her sister's mouth formed into a quick smile once she saw Elsa looking at her, and whatever she was displaying before that was banished too quickly to be caught. Elsa then turned back to Rapunzel and stammered at the ground "so, uh, do you- do you want anything to eat or- or drink or anything?"
She could hear her sister giggle and could feel the eye roll.
Rapunzel hid her laugh with her fingers, cheeks also nice and rosy. "No, I'm okay, thank you Elsa."
"Um, okay. Well, um, shall we?" Without thinking, Elsa reached her hand out, offering it to her girlfriend. She realized that Anna was watching and had a passing impulse to retract said hand, but let it stay. Her stomach whirled. Walking this tightrope was already becoming dizzying.
With a pleasured curve of the lips, the oldest woman said "we shall," and clutched the outstretched hand. Elsa's palms were becoming sweltering already.
The three of them settled on the couch. By sheer habit, Elsa perched herself right next to her sister. Rapunzel luckily didn't seem to mind and blithely took the open spot on the other side of her girlfriend. Their hands remained interlocked and Anna graciously started the flick and sat back.
At first, Elsa was a little upset when her sister didn't huddle up onto her shoulder like normal. She longed for the contact and it made her feel a little empty inside when that need wasn't satisfied. But Rapunzel's here, she reasoned. That's who I'm supposed to be cuddling with, right?
Apparently, Rapunzel could read minds, because she lightly tugged on Elsa's hand, bringing herself closer, resting a pleasant cheek on her shoulder. Elsa's heart beat into her lungs, making it way too hard to breathe. She should be awarded a metal for even keeping conscious. She felt almost rheumatic as she considered Anna's presence. She looked at her sister. Anna wore a small smile and her eyes even looked on with relish, but there was also something imponderable about the way she held her expression. Elsa wasn't sure what it was, but she knew she didn't like it.
Or did she?
The platinum blonde wrapped her arm around Rapunzel's shoulder, who subsequently purred in delight and began carefully rubbing Elsa's lower arm. The action built goosebumps all over her side and arm, and she very nearly shuddered. Her heart went from beating to just fidgeting as she breathed deeply. With the edge of her peripheral vision, she kept an eye on Anna. Maybe, if she saw that odd response again, she'd be able to place it.
There was a riposte from the red head. She scooted a little closer to Elsa. This jarred her heart back in to working, if only after skipping a few beats. Elsa didn't breathe once she came to her realization. Anna's reacting to anything I do with Rapunzel. Something just crawled through her gut. It felt a little like excitement, flattery, nervousness, and remorse all together.
Elsa tried her best to actually watch the movie, but she was so preoccupied by how she was feeling between the two women on the couch that she just couldn't. She was fairly percipient, so it didn't take her long to realize that Anna's reactions: the soft brushes, the small smiles when their eyes met, and so on, were out of jealousy. It was, after all, the only solution that fit. That, however, left the question of what kind of jealousy it was. Was it just that Anna was used to having her sister all to herself, or was it something else, something more romantic?
This train of thought, of course, barreled down a bewildering and outright stressful path. The idea that Anna was jealous because of romantic interest tingled in Elsa's spine, it melted her insides and candy coated her heart. It was a thrilling idea to say the least, but she also had to remind herself that such a scenario was absolutely absurd. She wanted so much for it to not be crazy. But it is. Convincing herself to drop the idea was a ludicrously high hurdle for Elsa.
That's not even what was bothering her, either. That was just dust on the shelf, icing on the cake. What was truly plaguing her mind was that, even though she was sure that Anna's actions were not due to romantic attraction to her, Elsa was still doing things to get those reactions.
It felt wrong, she felt like a charlatan. After all, the movie was about half way over now, and she had kept up with her little game. Elsa was rubbing Rapunzel's back and leaning her cheek into flowery smelling, straight blonde locks of hair. They felt warm and soft upon her skin, and she really did delight in the feeling. Rapunzel's hand was resting peacefully on Elsa's knee. Anna had responded to such actions, just as Elsa had predicted. She was gently leaning on her sister, tenderly rubbing back and forth on a bone-white arm. Elsa absolutely relished in the touch, it felt like a drug, she felt like an addict.
Maybe I am an addict. Elsa frowned. After all, at what lengths am I going to get these little displays of affection from Anna? She had to take in to account how badly her sister could be hurting. It wasn't like she actually knew what Anna was feeling, but Elsa just assumed the worst possible scenario. She imagined that it was damaging Anna in some way, somehow, even if that didn't make sense. She began to feel intensely ill with herself.
Then there's the matter of Rapunzel. How unfair am I being to her? She looked at her girlfriend. Her girlfriend, who, at the moment, she was using to feel her sister touch her. What is wrong with me!? Elsa closed her eyes and held back tears. Her throat tightened and her breathing became more akin to silent wheezing. I really am no better than an adulterer. Elsa let the hot pressure under her eyes build as much as she could without actually crying.
That moment is when she decided how she'd feel better about herself, how she'd redeem her lowly behavior. I'll let Anna be happy with Hans, I'll make myself happy with Rapunzel. Her heart's only desire was to find all of her dreams with Anna, to make everything come true for Anna. But Anna had found her own dreams in Hans, and as painful and impossible as it was for her, Elsa had to accept that. She had to let go.
From now on, I'll devote myself to Rapunzel. No more using her. I'm hers, Anna is Hans's.
It was time to move on in life.