A/N after more than one person told me about Anna sounding a bit too dramatic in this chapter I changed some of her dialogue. Not sure it helps, but she doesn't sound so much like a crybaby now.

"Elsa!", a redheaded girl, hair in braided pigtails, lets out a sigh of relief, jumping off the couch littered with school books, and runs up to her sister. "I was so worried. You were supposed to be home an hour ago! I was so scared, you know how it's been getting worse and worse out at night, and when you didn't come home..." The girl rambled, sounding a bit agitated , "You need to find a new job away from the bad part of town."

Heh, if only you knew Anna, your sister is part of the problem.

"Y-yeah, there was a mugging by the bar, so the cops were making it a real bitch to get home." Elsa instantly berated herself for this, as Anna's eyes became less angry and more fearful for her sister.

Smooth...

"Please", Anna's voice was more demanding now, "start looking for another job. I know we don't live in the best of neighborhoods, but it's even more dangerous over there at night. Every night you walk home, and I'm scared one of these days, you will be the one the cops are asking about."

Elsa, trying to calm her sister, put a hand on her shoulder, "I'm tough Anna, no one is going to be able to get close to me without me going all yellow belt karate on their asses!" Elsa let out an animated laugh, causing her sister relax a bit.

"I know you work a lot of hours, so you can't really help getting out late. I'm lucky they let you leave this early most nights. I just, I worry a lot, you know that." Anna pulls her sister into her arms, which sent a blush over Elsa's face. "You're all I have since mom and dad passed. I just want you to be careful."

Oh Anna, get hurt? If only I could have thought of a better reason as to why I bring home large amounts of cash every night rather than working at a bar. I'm not going to be getting hurt any time soon, I'm doing the hurting. I almost wish it wasn't true, but it just feels amazing looming over someone and reveling over your fresh prey.

"Anna, don't worry, I'm not going to..." Elsa didn't want to lie to her sister, "let anyone hurt me." Reaching out for Anna's cheek, she let her sister lean into her touch. Anna let some of her worry melt away, but quickly snaps away from Elsas hand.

"Elsa, you're freezing!" The young girl grabs her hand, blowing warm air on it. This made Elsa shutter a bit, feeling Anna's warm air against her chill, still lingering from her anger at Gazeem. The feeling of her sister was the only thing that compared to the thrill she felt while terrorizing her victims. Dragging her into the living room by her hand, getting angry at her sister again, Anna pouts, "why don't you ever wear a heavier jacket than that damned hoodie, it's starting to get colder out there." Elsa was just enjoying Anna's warmth against her still cold skin, not even listening to her sister.

"Uh-huh", the blonde responds entranced, enjoying every moment that Anna's warmth melted the ice beneath her skin. Pulling the hoodie away from Elsa grasp, she throws it against the couch and turns back to her sister, still trying to warm up her hands. The anger Elsa had inside quickly dissipated, whenever she was with her sister.

Man, no matter how mad I am or how shitty this life is, Anna can always make me smile even if its by yelling at me.

"Come on, were getting you some dinner and something hot to drink", Anna still clasping Elsa's hand between her own, drags Elsa through the house to the kitchen. Elsa allowing Anna to steer where they go, could smell the scent of a fresh cooked meal. This made Elsa realize just how hungry she actually was.

Oh my god, if I could come home to this every damn day I'd die a happy girl.

Anna, finally letting go of her sisters hand, pulls out a chair, "You work too hard, stay here for just a minute." Anna grabs a plate and opens the stove wide to show some chicken, she had been keeping warm for Elsa. After putting some on the plate she grabbed a mug and poured some coffee out of a pot, "the chicken might be a bit dry cause it's been sitting in the stove for a while, the coffee I made just before you got home, though!"

Elsa took both from her sister, her empty stomach doing flips. She was starving, but that's not the only reason her stomach was in knots. There is another reason, that Elsa did not want to admit to right then and there. "Oh man, I am starving." Elsa could not start fast enough, taking a small sip of her coffee before devouring half of her chicken. Anna, staring, couldn't help but giggle at her sister.

"Hold on, I'm going to go grab my homework. We can talk while you eat and I work", Anna smiles, almost spinning out of the room, desperate to get back to her sister. Finishing the chicken on her plate, Elsa gets up to grab another piece. She pulls open the oven hoping there is more chicken waiting for her, when Anna's figure appears back in the doorway. "What the hell is this?", her tone, so serious, so angry, so... hurt.

Slowly turning her head towards Anna, Elsa sees the bag of weed Gazeem gave her in the younger girls hand. Elsa was silent, a mix of rage and sadness began mixing in the young girl. Louder this time she screams, "what the hell is this!" Elsa still stuck, eyes wide, and fearful as to what reaction would come from her sister depending on her answer.

"W-where did you get that?"

"It fell out of your hoodie when I moved it off my books... What the fuck, Elsa!" Anna's eyes began to well with tears. Elsa wincing at her sisters tone and language. Anna cursed, but she did always try and refrain from using that word. "When..? Who..? How long...?", a thousand questions racing through Anna's mind at once. "I knew that this city was going to hell... but I kept saying to myself... not Elsa! She's the one person who I could count on. The one person who wouldn't... who wouldn't...", her voice began cracking. Elsa's chest stung with pain and guilt, she watched her sister push her wrists into her eyes trying to wipe away the tears of betrayal before they fell. The disappointment from anyone else, Elsa could give a shit about, just not from Anna. Not from the last person who thought Elsa was, IS still a good soul.

Anna, I'm sorry. Anna, I'm doing it for us. Anna, it's not mine. Anna...

Excuse after excuse, jumping into Elsa's head. None of them are without consequence, none of them make it excusable to Anna. Elsa could not bear to see her sister standing in the door crying , "Anna..."

"NO!" Anna cut her off, "n-no, I don't want to hear it. You were the last person I looked up to in this fucking town." She rips her hands from her face, looking Elsa in the eye for just a second. She throws the bag of weed at her sister, before running to her room slamming the door.

That glance, the single moment that their eyes met, was Elsa's crushing point. Her sister had always had the sweetest blue eyes, but there was no joy in her eyes now, no hopeful optimism, just a cold, scarily familiar, lack of hope for the world. Anna's eyes reminded Elsa of her own.