This belongs to a certain fic. Hmmm... I wonder which one...

He was an abusive husband of two years.

He would rarely come home and when he did, it was always late at night, sometimes even nearing mornings, and sometimes… never coming home. He would scream and throw things if I were to ever ask him anything once he did come home. There were limits and boundaries. Mines were small.

"Where did you go, Hans?" I asked.

He said, "This is my home and I get to do whatever the fuck I want. Don't you fucking dare ask any other questions, you got that?! Fucking slut." He pushed me, slapped me until the corner of my lips bled. He abused happened often.

I never said much to him.

But that was because, I was tired… so tired. I wanted to run, to get away from his control.

"I love you," he said.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"I don't want you to go," he said.

"I'll change for you," he said.

And I believed him. I loved him. I thought he'd change. He never did.

My body and mind suffered and I thought I was going to go crazy the longer I stayed, believing that one day; he would change into the person that I once knew before we got married and have a relationship this unhealthy.

He used to be a sweetheart. Now what happened to that sweetheart? It died.

I had a best friend from my childhood. Her name's Elsa Snow.

She was my girlfriend too… before I met Hans. Elsa was a beautiful, caring, and a mature person unlike Hans. She was always a little sensitive about me looking at other women or men, but that's what made me so attracted to her. Even getting close to one of her co workers would make jealous. For god sake, even she could get jealous of her friend from high school who was now working for her.

We had a short term relationship before we broke up. Even after that, we were still best friends. She was my support, my rock.

She knew about the unhealthy relationship between Hans and I. She was angry, of course. Elsa made many attempts to call the police, but… because of stupid me, because I told her not to, she didn't.

Another night, but still, Hans never came home.

I sighed heavily as I sat down on the couch, looking up to the clock, ticking away. It was just past midnight. I waited for him for three hours already and he still never came home. So I figured, he wouldn't be home for the day.

Before I knew it, I was calling my best friend. She answered right away.

"Snow."

"Elsa."

She became quiet for a second as the atmosphere continued to grow heavier with each beating of my heart.

"Anna, what's wrong?"

My heart ached as soon as she asked that in a bitter tone. I told myself not to cry, that Elsa wouldn't want to hear me or see me like this. Not at this hour, anyway. I took a deep breath.

"I just wanted to hear your voice." My voice quivered as I tried to smile.

"Are you crying?"She noticed. But I said nothing.

"Don't cry, babe."

I laughed a little. "I'm not," I replied with a heavy heart. After that, we didn't talk, listening to each other's breathing. "I want to see you," I said, sighing.

"I'll be on my way then—"

"No, I want to go to your home."

"Anna—"

"I feel safer with you."

She remained quiet.

I heard some papers shuffling around and I figured, she was still busy doing her paper works. She sighed. "It's past midnight, Anna."

"It's past midnight but you're still working. You can't blame me, Elsa Snow."

Elsa chuckled softly. "You're right, I can't. Fine, come. I'll leave the door open for you. Are you sure you're alright?"

I nodded even though she couldn't see it. I smiled. "Yeah, I'm okay. I just want to see you."

"You can see me anytime you want, Anna and I'll be there."

That warmed my cold, tired heart. I wanted love and warmth desperately. My best friend could give me that warmth.

"Anna…" she began. "Anna, you'll be okay."I choked back bitter tears. I gripped onto my phone tightly until my fingers started aching. I sighed and looked around the dark living room, finding my view blurred from unshed tears.

I took a deep breath, chuckling to my idiotic self before wiping the tears away. "I'm going now," I rasped out, my voice tiny and soft this time. I hanged up before she could even say another word in want of comforting me from my misery.

The phone beeped for a long amount of time while I stared Elsa's name and the picture of her kissing my cheek before it shut off.

The smile I had, I never noticed until I was laughing for being such a stupid girl. If I'd known Hans and I were going to have a relationship like this, I wouldn't have married him, wouldn't even be near him. But I loved him.

I was crazy.

But then I was already getting in my car, on my way to seeing Elsa. Somehow, I wasn't looking forward to seeing anyone. Not even Elsa. What would she say? How would she react if she saw my eyes all red and watery?

The most obvious answer was anger, anger and more anger. Maybe even disappointment too. I didn't care.

What I needed most was comfort. I didn't need to see anyone. But to this point, even I couldn't comfort myself. I was depressed, hurt physically, emotionally, mentally, desperate for help and love.

Elsa could help me. She would help me cope with all of these.

It didn't take long until I managed to get up to the top floor where her apartment was located.

The door was opened already, so I just walked in, finding no one to greet me, but a white piano near the corner, darkness and nearly empty spaces. Elsa's door to her room was closed, I could see.

I looked out to the glass wall, finding beautiful lights glimmering through the streets, cars honking at one another as sped up and down the highway. For a while, I just stared at the dark sky filled with stars until my eyes met with a little picture frame just standing on top of the piano.

My hands were on it now and I smiled, seeing six year old me with the nine year old Elsa in a park.

"You should've said something when you came in."

I looked up, seeing Elsa leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. She smiled. I didn't return the same expression she had. I didn't even say much either nor did she.

She came up to me and grabbed the picture, putting it back down on top of the piano. Her eyes glowed in the dark. Her chest heaved as she took a deep breath, tugging her tie away from her neck. But her eyes were still on me.

I was looking at her too, trying to figure out what she was thinking.

Her fingers softly brushed my fringes away from my eyes and to the side.

"He's been bothering you?" she asked in a soft, comforting tone. I shook my head, looking down to my feet.

I expected her to get angry at me. Why wasn't she?

"Do you want to talk?"

I nodded. She took my hand and quickly brought me to the bedroom I used to sleep in when I lived with her. It was just as empty as ever before we managed to occupy it and laid there for a couple of minutes with her arms wrapped around me, my head laid against her chest. I listened to her heart beat and breathing for a while, feeling her chest go up and down with each breath she took.

"Take your time, Anna," she whispered. I swallowed, nuzzling myself against her warmth.

"Were you happy…" I began, "Were you happy, when I met him? Were you happy for me?"

She smiled. "I was."

I looked up, frowning at her. "Why?"

"We were unhappy together," she answered. "I wanted you to find the happiness you wanted and… I thought you found it with Hans." She frowned now. "I didn't think… he would turn into such a monster." Her grip around me started to tighten. She took a deep breath as saddened, angered eyes were now aimed towards me.

"What's the point in staying with him, still?" she whispered.

"Because I love him."

She suddenly grabbed my arms and pushed me away so that we were both staring at each other. Elsa was angry.

"Do you? Or do you just love the person that he used to be?"

Oh.

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing seemed to come out. "I… I just…" I wrapped my arms around my body. My eyes started to water and I could no longer look at Elsa directly. She was right. I only loved who he used to be, not the person he was currently.

"I-I thought he would change…" I stuttered, voice weak and broken along with my heart. I sat up. "I-I wanted to wait…"

She sat up too. "But I don't see him changing. Do you?"

I curled myself up in a ball, silently crying. I didn't answer her, because I was unsure. "I love him…"

"You lovedhim."

I gasped; staring at her in horror and in realization that I… really didn't love him. Not the current him, that is.

"No…" I said, shaking my head. "I-I love him! Elsa, you don't understand—"

"What I don't understand is how you can stand the beating."

I was in denial. But she was staying so calm, almost to the point where I could no longer see her with any emotions.

"Why is it that you still haven't reported him yet?"

"B-Because I—"

"You say that you love him one more time and I will not hesitate to report this no matter what you say."

I stayed silent as she stayed in her dominant position. I knew I didn't love him. So why was I denying my hate for him? Why—

I knew why.

I was scared.

She gripped on my shoulders, looking at me right into my eyes. She smiled. "Anna, don't do this to yourself. Let it out."

But I stared at her in shock, heartbroken.

"Let it out," she repeated with a more commanding tone.

So I wept, harder and harder each time until she had to embrace me into a tight hug, letting my tears fall down from my cheeks and to her shoulder. I hugged her back, accepting reality and my fear and hatred for this man. She comforted me with sweet little talks and I continued to listen.

"He abused me…" I said.

"I know."

"He hits me and yet… he still wants me…"

"I know."

"I thought he'd change…"

"It's okay. I'm here."

And so I continued to cry and complain, even shouted, until no tears could be shed and the only thing I could do was hiccup.

We were now lying down on bed. She continued to comfort me until I was beginning to fall asleep from crying too much and because her body on me was just so comfortable. I missed the feeling of her on me.

I wished we could be together… but… we were never happy together.

"Where are you going…?" I asked as she let go of me and sat up. She looked back and smiled.

"I'll be back. I want to clean my work first," she replied back lightly. I grabbed her wrist, just as she was about to get up and go.

She looked down. Now to my eyes.

"Anna."

"Stay."

"Anna—"

"I just really need to have you here right now." She remained quiet. "Please, Elsa." I was begging. Nodding quickly, she laid back down with her arms wrapped around me once more. But we didn't talk and I didn't care. I was falling asleep on her now in her embrace. The sound of her breathing was music to me. It comforted me.

"Good night, babe," she whispered. But I was already asleep in her arms.

She sighed, looking at me, maybe even pray for me to be happy.

As carefully as she could ever be with her hands, she reached under her shirt from her neck, revealing a diamond ring attached to a necklace. She smiled, observing the piece of jewelry before glancing at the sleeping me.

Softly as she grabbed my left hand, she let the ring go through my ring finger and forced it down further until it met with the ring Hans gave me. Her grin was bitter as she stared at the two rings before pulling hers off of my finger.

"It fits you perfectly…" she said. She held my hand and brought it up to her lips, kissing the back of it softly, lingering there so that she would remember the feeling of my skin on her lips. She smiled against my skin, but tears flowed, knowing that my beautiful skin was now scarred because of Hans.

"Did you know," she said, staring at me bitterly with a heart wrenching smile. "Even way before we broke up… I brought this ring, having this stupid thought, 'she's the one. I love her.' But… you were never meant for me, you know? We don't fit."

She breathed in and out. "Why I still love you, I don't understand. Why I still have this ring, I still don't get. I wanted us to forget about one another, but… we only managed to get closer even after the break up."

She chuckled, choking back the tears she had been holding since… forever.

"You don't deserve this," she whispered. She wiped the falling tears away from her cheeks and held me even closer to her.

She fiddled with the diamond ring in her hand for a second and chuckled. "I wanted to give this ring to you. I wanted to marry you. To have you stay with me forever."

Her eyes were closed as she leaned in against me, taking my scent in, her lips in my hair, her tears dripping towards me, slowly making its way down to my cheeks and eventually falling down to her own body. But she didn't weep hard. And to not to do that, she bit her lips and decided to not look at the sleeping girl beside her.

Her sighs were broken and so was her heart. She sniffled and kissed my forehead.

"But I guess… it's too late now."