Author's Note: This chapter takes place during the events of chapters 10 and 11, from Anna's perspective. It also contains smut. Yes, Anna did live in a small provincial town, why do you ask?

Anna ran back inside her parent's house. Their parent's house. She was shaking. She couldn't believe a word of this. She couldn't believe that Elsa was her sister. She couldn't believe that she didn't love her. No, she knew that Elsa loved her; she was only trying to protect her. Elsa wasn't the bad guy here, their parents were. As she entered, she greeted her parents with a look of pure unadulterated loathing.

"Honey," her mother started. Anna ignored her and proceeded to her bedroom. She had made up her mind. Even if Elsa was just trying to protect her, she wasn't going to stay here. She couldn't stay here. Not after what her parents had done to Elsa. What they'd done to her sister. She began to pack all of her clothes and everything Elsa had left.

"What are you doing?" her father roared, storming into her room and attempting to grab the suitcase from her. Anna pulled it away from him, zipped it shut, and ran past him, heading for the front door. Her mother was already there waiting for her.

"Anna, what do you think you're doing?" the older woman asked. "You can't just run off! You don't even have a car."

Anna's phone rang. "I don't need one, ride's here." She had requested a ride from a ride share program on her phone. There was a black car with a large "U" in its window waiting for her at the curb. "I'm on my way," she said into the phone, putting her shoes on and walking out, ignoring her mother's cries."

"Anna?" the driver asked.

"That'd be me," she said, her face still red, but with a determined look replacing her misery. "We're just going to the Greyhound station."

The driver tossed her bag in the trunk, and got back in the car. "I'm Adam, by the way."

"It's nice to meet you," Anna allowed. She was for once not in the mood for small talk.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I will be when I get home," she replied, watching the last place she called that fade away behind them.

She arrived at the Greyhound station, gave Adam five stars, retrieved her suitcase, and hurried in. It was the week before Christmas and the place was packed. She went up to the counter and saw a beautiful brunette sitting behind it. The brunette greeted the redhead with a smile. "Hi, I'm Belle, how can I help you?" She was the only happy Greyhound employee in the company's history.

"When's the next bus that'll take me to Arendelle University?" she asked, holding the desperation in her voice at bay.

The young woman tapped at her keyboard for a moment, then clicked on something. "Well the next one is already booked, but we have another leaving in four hours that should get you there tonight."

"Perfect, I'll take it," Anna paid the woman and took her ticket. She then proceeded to explore the small station. The only restaurant had what appeared to be hot chocolate. She needed it. She sat in the cafe sipping a giant mug of cocoa and staring at the clock. She tried calling Elsa. There was no response. She anxiously tapped her feet; the clock was not moving quickly enough.

She finished her hot chocolate in a matter of minutes and promptly ordered another. By the time her new drink had arrived, she had managed to kill an entire ten minutes. Only 230 more to go.

By the time she'd finished her third drink, a burly black haired man had noticed her. He approached her with a confident swagger. "Hey there, Red. Why're you looking all sad?" He had another hot chocolate in his hands and placed it before her, sitting down by her without asking. "This help?"

Anna sipped at her hot chocolate nervously, hoping that it was not laced with anything. "Maybe a little," she allowed.

"How about this?" he asked, showing the most disturbingly shiny white smile she had ever seen. It was a little concerning and incredibly impressive. Anna couldn't manage to suppress her giggle. "There, that better? Why don't you tell me all about it."

She stared at him, unsure of how to proceed. "I'm okay."

"Really, Red, I have six hours to wait for my bus, I have time and nothing better to do. I'm a bartender, this is what I do, what's on your mind?"

She could really use someone to vent to, but she didn't want to give him the wrong idea. "I appreciate it, but I'm not interested, I have a girlfriend." She hoped.

The man stared at her, looking offended. "Honey, I'm gay. I have a wonderful man. That little fool," he chuckled, a look of affection and longing on his face, "I just can't stand seeing someone crying into their drink. Call it a hazard of my profession."

She hesitated one last moment, before finally raising the floodgates and letting everything spill forth. "Okay, so you see, I go to school with this amazing girl. We met and immediately fell in love. She was the most amazing thing that ever happened to me. She grew up in foster care, and she carries a lot of pain and guilt with her. Her best friend is really cool too, but not really the main part of this story. She is the first person I've ever dated, the first person I've ever," she turned red, "anything. She's the love of my life and she's all I've ever wanted. She's gonna be a doctor and I'm so proud of her. She's also really pretty, her hair is so blonde it's almost white. It's super sexy and her eyes are just, wow. Well we went to see my parents together this weekend. Oh, she had a sister when she was young but she was hurt in a car accident. That part's important. Well we went to see my parents and everything was going well. She was even getting along with them. Everything was perfect and there were dinosaurs."

"Dinosaurs?" the man asked, barely following her story.

"Gingerbreadsaurs. They were yummy. Well we were looking at old family photos, and she recognized them. See, it turned out that this was the family that had disowned her. I'm the sister that was brain damaged, it gave me amnesia. I was five, so I mean, it could have been a lot worse, but still not cool. So I don't even remember having a sister. She was just my girlfriend. But she freaked out, it was too much for her, and my parents freaked out too. She stormed out, my parents demanding that she get out of their house," tears were streaming down her face, into her cocoa. "Our parents. Well I tried to stop her, I followed her, and she was freaking out, so she yelled at me. She was trying to protect me, but she told me she didn't love me. I know she was lying, but it still hurt. Now I have to get back home and convince her that everything is fine. I have to tell her I still love her. I can't lose her."

"You're in love with your sister?" He asked, looking disgusted.

"Well, yeah, she's the best," Anna choked back her tears and drained her hot chocolate.

"But she's your sister," he explained.

"Well I didn't know that. It doesn't change that she's amazing."

"And related to you."

"Well we can't all be perfect. But she is! She is perfect and I'm not just giving up on us."

"Well it sounds like she knows what she wants and she doesn't want to date her sister."

"Oh what good are you?" she asked, growing annoyed.

"Honey, Red, you have to think this through. You can't date your sister, it's just wrong."

"Nuh-unh!" the redhead retorted eloquently, sticking her chocolatey tongue out at the large man.

"I don't think you've thought this through," he tried again. "What future do you think you could possibly have with her?"

"A happy one!"

He looked at her in shock. "And if she doesn't want that?"

"What?"

"You don't remember her, she's just some girl you met, but she remembers you. You're her sister, and that's all you'll ever be."

"No, she loves me!"

"Yes, like a sister."

"Ugh, forget you, you'll see, she still loves me. We'll be fine! I just need to get home," Anna glared at him, then glared at her empty cup. "I need another," she abandoned him at her table, and ordered another hot chocolate. He watched after her, slack-jawed, staring in shock.

Anna's bus finally arrived. She had spent the last three hours alternately ignoring and glaring at the man who had tried to help her and had bought her a hot chocolate. She handed the bus driver her ticket and climbed aboard, then found a seat. She glared out the window, her emotions swirling inside her.

After a good hour of staring, her anxiety, longing, fear, sadness, and love were no longer enough to entertain her. She reached into her bag and pulled out her 3DS. She decided to spend the next several hours hunting monsters. She was fairly certain she would be home by the time she had built the most recent set of armor. She proceeded to play the same level four times in a row, and eventually she had made a helmet and a set of new dual swords. She was finally starting to feel a bit better, but then her battery died. She glared at the device.

"That sucks, you were kinda kicking ass there," a voice next to her said. Anna jumped. Someone had sat next to her at one of the last few stops and she hadn't even noticed, she'd been so absorbed in her game.

She put her hand over her heart, feeling it pounding through her chest. She took a few slow breaths. "Thanks," she finally responded, when she had herself under control.

"Sorry, I should have realized you hadn't noticed me, you seemed really into it."

"I was," she said, still breathing hard.

The woman next to her laughed, her mouth crinkling into an adorable smile. Her raven hair reflected the sun. If Anna was not so preoccupied with her own sister, she could easily have been smitten. "Hi, I'm Esmeralda," the traveler offered, extending her hand.

Anna took her hand, her smile mirroring the young woman's. "I'm Anna. You play?"

"I do. Why don't you plug it in?" She asked, indicating the outlets on the wall.

Anna turned completely red. "I didn't notice that," she mumbled, fumbling in her purse for her charger. She finally found it and plugged her handheld in. "Wanna play with me?"

"Sure, though I don't think I'm up for fighting that thing yet. I've still only got a bulldrome set.

"Well I'll help you get some better gear," Anna grinned.

The rest of Anna's trip passed by quickly as she hunted alongside her new friend. By the time they reached her stop, Esmeralda had a much more respectable load out. "It was nice meeting you," Anna said, running off to find the woman she loved.

One incredibly unpleasant Uber ride later, Anna had arrived at Elsa's apartment building. She sorely regretted that Elsa has never gotten around to having a key made for her. Fortunately she was a familiar face there, and was able to quickly find someone to buzz her in. She ran excitedly to her sister's apartment, certain that things would be better as soon as she saw the older girl. She took the steps three at a time, and was at Elsa's door in seconds. She knocked, excitedly, "Elsa?" she called, relieved to finally be home.

There was no answer.

She waited. Minutes passed. When no answer still came, she tried knocking again. "Please, I know you're in there," she called. "Just let me in!" There was still no answer. She slumped down against the door, determined to wait her out.

Hours passed with no sign of Elsa and no sounds from inside the apartment. Maybe she wasn't home. Anna checked her phone, but there were no missed calls or messages. She called Elsa. There was no answer, so she left a message. "Elsa, it's Anna, again. I know you're scared, we need to talk. Everything will be okay, I'm home, please just call me. I need you. I love you." She hung up and stared at the phone.

Maybe Kristoff would know where she was. She tried calling the blond boy, but again there was no answer. She tried texting him instead. "Kristoff, I need to talk to Elsa. I'm back in town, please just help me find her. I can't lose her." The message sounded desperate, but it was the best she could do. Unwilling to leave, lest she miss Elsa's return, Anna laid down in front of the door. Within a few minutes, the strain of the day finally took its hold on her and she fell asleep.

She awoke with the sun. Elsa still hadn't come home. Anna looked around, glad there was no one staring at her for sleeping in the hallway. She realized that she must look awful. She decided that she had to shower and change before she could resume her search for the woman she loved. She stared longingly at the door before she turned away, heading to Ariel's and her dorm.

When she arrived at her place, she sat down on the bed. She had intended to only sit there for a minute to collect her thoughts, but she felt her head hit the pillow. Apparently the nap in Elsa's hallway wasn't enough rest for her. She opened her eyes several hours later.

She quickly showered and then agonized over what to wear. It was snowing outside, so she couldn't just throw on a sundress or shorts and a t-shirt, but she needed to look good enough to win back Elsa. No, she wasn't gone, it wasn't winning her back, she tried to convince herself. She found the perfect outfit in Ariel's closet. What she didn't know couldn't hurt her; it would be back before its owner was.

She put on a flowy red long-sleeved shirt that clung to her perfectly, an open black jacket with pink corset lace up the back, that accentuated her curves, black tight-fitting pants, and a pair of combat boots. She looked at herself in the mirror and added on some red lipstick, blush, mascara, and eye liner. She looked good enough to kill for. She was ready.

She heard her phone buzz from its place in her discarded pants on the floor. Her face lit up at the thought that Elsa was finally contacting her and she snatched the phone up. The news wasn't quite that good, but it was still enough to keep a grin on her face. The message was from Kristoff, "You're back? Okay, Elsa has lost it. We're going to be at Milo's in half an hour. She's getting ready right now. Be there. You just need to talk to her, we'll figure everything out later."

Anna had only been to Milo's the once, when Elsa had picked up wings after Kristoff had been promoted. She had no idea where it was, but fortunately her phone should know. She looked it up, her phone told her that there was a bar called Milo's about three miles from her. She had thought it was closer to Kristoff's, but her phone hadn't failed her yet. She checked her bank account balance. The new semester's financial aid hadn't arrived yet. She had enough for one ride, but that meant she couldn't buy Elsa anything. Or buy food. She bit her lip, unsure of how to proceed. The restaurant was within walking distance, but it wasn't exactly close. She had time, she sucked it up and decided to break in the new boots she had liberated from her roommate. She followed the directions on her phone.

The walk was uneventful, but grueling. Her outfit was barely warm enough to keep out the winter cold, but at least the boots didn't let in the snow. She walked for just over an hour before she arrived at her destination. It looked familiar, but then again all bars look pretty similar. She hoped it was the right place. She entered the building and took a seat at the bar. She didn't see Elsa or Kristoff anywhere.

The bartender approached her. "I'm gonna need to see your ID."

"Oh, I'll just have a water."

"All right, well to sit at the bar you have to be over 21, are you?"

"Oh, sorry," she looked around, all of the tables were full. She really didn't want to wait outside; it was cold. "There's no place to sit, can I please just wait here until there's a table? I won't be any trouble."

The bartender glared at her for a second before finally relenting. "Fine. Here's your water," he handed her a cup and proceeded on to a paying customer.

She sipped at the water and waited. She glanced at her phone, but there was no new message. She watched everyone. Elsa had to be there soon, since Anna had taken forever to get there. Her phone buzzed. "Where are you?" It was from Kristoff.

"What do you mean? I'm at Milo's." She gave him the address.

"That's the shitty Milo's. They don't even have any good wing sauces. You're all the way on the other side of town, hurry."

Panicking, she ordered a ride through the app on her phone. She could just starve for the next week, she'd be fine. The driver arrived within three minutes and she jumped in. She made it to the other Milo's in less than five minutes, and leaped out of the car. She ran inside the building, searching for blonde hair anywhere. She found Kristoff and started heading over to him when another head of blonde hair caught her eye. She saw Elsa. Finally. She started to call out to her when she realized that Elsa's hand was on another woman. She was leaving with her. Anna's heart sank.

She meekly approached Kristoff, in utter shock, and collapsed in the booth. Kristoff stared at her in disbelief. "She just left," he said, unable to comprehend it himself.

"I know," she sighed, tears starting to fall.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I should have given you the address. I didn't even think. I fucked up."

"I could have asked. I didn't think either. I was so confident, I had to win her back."

Kristoff noticed the outfit and the makeup she was ruining. "Well you were certainly well equipped for the task," he said appreciatively.

"Thanks," she sobbed. "It's too late though, she's gone, she's already moved on."

Kristoff hesitated, "Look, I'm not saying that you two should be together, I mean you're her sister, that's horrifying, but after what happened between you two, she's not herself. I don't trust her to make smart decisions, and she needs to talk to you. She just ran off with Meg, the girl's practically her stalker."

Anna gazed at the door the two girls had exited through mere minutes before. "She said I was just a rebound, that she didn't love me."

Kristoff choked on his words. "Okay, look I'm not gonna defend your whole incest thing, but you were very important to her. Nothing has ever shaken her like this. Hell, there was sauce all over her."

"Sauce?" Anna was confused. "Like, Meg's sauce?"

"What? No, ew. Wing sauce."

"Elsa doesn't get sauce on her, it's like a super power."

"And she wasn't using a coaster."

Anna stared at him in shock. "I think I broke Elsa."

"That would be why I wanted you to talk to her. You two should not be together, but she's your sister, she needs you. She's been missing you her entire life."

"Why shouldn't we be together? I love her," Anna pleaded.

"She's your sister. You don't date your sister."

Anna pouted, "I need a drink."

"I'll order you one," Kristoff turned to attract the attention of a waitress.

"I'm eighteen," she reminded him.

"Oh, right. Well, I don't think Elsa drank through my entire liquor cabinet. Least I can do is offer you a drink. Maybe some more dinosaur chicken nuggets."

Anna sniffled at that, but she hadn't eaten yet and really needed that drink. "Okay", she nodded, "that sounds good."

They arrived back at Kristoff's house. Elsa's blue Corolla was still parked outside of it. Kristoff's Ford pickup settled in the driveway, and he led Anna inside. The place looked trashed, the smell of vodka permeated the air, and Elsa's suitcase lay open in the foyer. Anna sat down in Elsa's usual spot on the couch and saw the bottle of rum before her. She pulled the bottle to her and took a swig. It tasted like Elsa's chapstick.

"I'll go get you those nuggets," Kristoff said, looking guiltily at the young girl. When he returned, he found her clutching an empty bottle of rum. She pounced on the chicken nuggets, devouring them in seconds. "Need anything else?" he asked.

"Have anything more to drink?" she asked in response, desperate to kill the pain of seeing Elsa with that girl.

"Sure, gimme a minute." He returned with a bottle of peach schnapps. It had been a gift. When he looked for his shot glasses, he found that they had fallen to the floor and broken at some point during the night, so he just took about five shots worth of a drink before handing the bottle to Anna. "Help yourself," he offered, collapsing beside her on the couch.

She did so, before handing the bottle back to him and laying her head on his chest. "I can't believe she's really gone," she sobbed against him.

"I can't either," he sighed, unable to believe the changes his best friend had made over the last day. He absentmindedly stroked the redhead's hair as he took another few drinks.

"Mmm," she moaned against his chest. "You're a good pillow."

He laughed, "It's my greatest talent." He looked down at the beautiful girl in his arms. He knew there was something else that was supposed to be on his mind, but he had never noticed how cute she was before. He took another sip before handing the bottle back to Anna.

She took it eagerly, pouring another huge drink down her throat. "Fucking girls," she grumbled. "I don't even," she looked up at Kristoff, the room spun a little as she looked into his brown eyes. "Fuck 'em. Fuck her. She can go off and fuck whoever she wants, I give up." She took several more sips. "Fuck me."

"What?" Kristoff asked, just barely enough sense left to realize that this was a horrible idea for some reason. "I don't think we-" She kissed him, hard. Her lips were soft and warm against his. She tasted wonderful. He kissed back, leaning her back against the couch, as he ran his hand down her back.

Anna bit the blond's lip as the kiss ended, growling slightly. He was so strong and yet his touch was so gentle. "Don't think, what?" She asked, her eyes glazed, a warmth spreading from her stomach to her legs.

"But," he tried, "She, Elsa wouldn't-"

"She found someone else, why can't I?" She asked, kissing him again.

She was a really good kisser. Kristoff released his hand from her back, still unsure. He then felt her easing him back, her kiss sliding down from his mouth to his neck. At some point he realized his shirt had come off, though he wasn't sure how.

Anna looked down at the blond before her. It wasn't the one that she wanted, but it would certainly do. She ran her hands across his abs; the guy was ripped. Apparently construction really did something for him. She kissed his muscles, feeling him wriggle under her. And feeling something else move under her. She adjusted herself so that she was straddling him, his hardness pressing against her through both of their pants.

"Anna," he murmured, somewhere between a protest and a plea for more. She tossed Ariel's jacket to the floor and shrugged out of the blouse. Kristoff's hand shot up to caress her through her bra. His hand was so different from Elsa's; even through the fabric she could feel his calluses.

"Are you sure?" he asked, lightly tweaking her nipple.

She writhed against him and pushed his hand back down to the couch. She tossed her bra to the floor, and raised herself just enough to work at his pants. Soon they were off and she could feel his stiffness pressing against her core through her tight-fitting pants. Kristoff moaned under her, thrusting against her.

Anna continued to trace her hands down his chest. She tried to focus on his impressive pecs and not think of the chest she was used to caressing. She licked across his chest, and he whined in response, begging for her to go further. Between the alcohol and endorphins coursing through her body, she desperately wanted him. Her body ached for a release.

Kristoff reached for her waistband, but she knocked his hands aside, holding both of them down with one of her small hands. She slid her pants off and felt him pressing against her. She held his hands back and leaned forward, her chest pressing against his as she bit his neck. He bucked under her, causing friction in all the right places.

She looked into his brown eyes and saw them glazed over with longing. She gave into his silent plea, finally allowing him inside. He cried out in surprise and ecstasy as he thrust inside of her. Anna writhed in pleasure on top of him. The two moved together, filling the room with their scent and their cries. It was a very different feeling. Maybe even a good different.

She continued to writhe in time with him. She released her grip on his hands and raked her nails across his chest. He wrapped his arms around her to pull her any iota closer he could manage. She allowed it, feeling him swell. Soon she could feel herself on the edge. She looked down at his barely open eyes and was certain that he was too. She let herself fall over the edge. They came together in harmony and she collapsed, sweat rolling down her body. The two fell asleep in their post-orgasmic bliss without a care in the world.