Elsa washed her hands in Meg's bathroom while she tried to think of her options. She had not meant for this to happen. Of course she had, why else would she have gone to Meg's, but she hadn't meant to mean it. It was just too much for her. After everything with Anna, everything was so confusing. Anna was all she could think of. Maybe she shouldn't have called things off. But she's her sister. Her long lost sister who she just abandoned. The person she should have looked after, and instead she broke her heart. Elsa wasn't sure what she was going to do, but she knew that she had to talk to Anna.
She checked her phone and saw that she had twenty missed calls from her sister. She didn't want to make the call from Meg's bathroom, she'd wait until she was back at Kristoff's house to call. Having him there would make her feel better too. She sent Anna a quick text, saying "I'm sorry. I know I've been a bitch. Can we please talk?" She then opened the bathroom door, to find Meg waiting for her.
"Hey there, beautiful," Meg greeted her as she slid an arm possessively around the blonde woman. "I missed you." Elsa could not believe how horrible of a decision she had made.
"Look, Meg," she began, slipping out from under her arm, "You're great, but things are still really complicated for me." Meg's face sank. "I need time. I mean I'm not necessarily saying this can't happen again, just I'm not ready, okay?" she tried to placate her. Meg looked up at her like a puppy who had just been kicked. Why was she always hurting people? "My car and my stuff are at Kristoff's, I don't mean to impose, but could you please give me a ride over there? I promise I'll call you in a few days, I just need time to think about what I want." She hoped that the older girl would not realize that she didn't have her number.
A resigned look appeared on the woman in front of her. "All right, I'll give you my number," she relented, crossing her arms over her chest. "Please call when you've figured things out. I don't want to force you into something you're not ready for, I just think you're really awesome." Elsa handed her her phone, and was promptly given the brunette's number. "I'll go give you that ride," she added, still sounding defeated, and headed to the door.
Elsa resisted apologizing. Trying to make things better would only make things worse. She followed after Meg, wishing that there was something she could say that didn't include agreeing to a relationship while she was in love with someone else. Of course she was in love with her sister; she never made any sane choices with relationships.
The two sulky women arrived at Meg's car. It was a purple Prius, and looked brand new. Whatever Meg did, she apparently made some money. Elsa hadn't even noticed it before, she'd been so distracted. They both climbed into the vehicle in silence. Elsa realized that she had to direct the woman to her friend's house. At least she hoped that Meg didn't know where Kristoff lived. She told her how to get there, and the woman did as she commanded. Heat rushed to Elsa's face; she was yet again obeying the younger woman.
"I had a great time with you," Meg finally said, "I'm sorry that you weren't ready for it. I hope you will be someday." Her eyes were focused on the road, though Elsa thought she saw a tear slip from one of them. She was alarmed by how reasonable Meg was being. Maybe she wasn't quite as obsessed as she had assumed.
"I had a great time too," the heat came back, she really had. It was interesting being in control. "I'm sorry too. Maybe sometime we'll have better timing," she allowed, though it certainly wasn't anything she was going to try for. If it happened, she supposed it wouldn't be terrible.
They didn't speak any further. In a few minutes, they were at Kristoff's house. Elsa's car was still in front, with his truck in the driveway. "Thanks for the ride," she said in lieu of a farewell, and rushed out of the car. She needed to talk to Kristoff. She desperately needed to talk to Anna, but she was hoping Kristoff would have a better idea of what to say, because she couldn't even sort out what she wanted in general, let alone what she could possibly say to her sister.
She reached the front door and knocked at it. Kristoff's had disabled the doorbell after one long night a couple years ago when some missionaries woke up the two of them with incredible hangovers. Wow, he really was a bad influence on her. She waited.
Maybe he left it open? All of her stuff was here, so he knew she'd be back. He was probably just taking a nap or something. She tried the doorknob and the door opened. She stepped inside, "Kristoff?" she called. She didn't hear anything. She passed her suitcase and went to the living room. "Kristoff?"
She found him. She also found her sister. She froze. She stared at the two of them in horror, shaking. Her breath caught in her throat and all she could manage was a squeak.
Apparently the squeak was enough. Anna stirred from her slumber atop the blond boy and blinked blearily at her sister. "Good morning, Elsa," she started. Then she paused and looked down. She was still fairly intoxicated, but she had the wherewithal to know that this was not a good situation to be in. "Elsa-" she started, no idea what she might follow it with.
Elsa fled from the room. The naked girl ran after her, movements hampered by her inebriation. "Elsa, wait!" she called.
She did. Tears streaming down her face, she turned back to her younger sister. "Anna-" she started, but what could she even say? She was sorry that she dumped her and then fucked some random girl? That she couldn't believe she had the nerve to sleep with her best friend? That she loved her? "Anna," she tried again, words still failing her. She stared, tears blurring her vision.
Anna slapped her. Elsa was not sure if she deserved that or not. She probably did. She held her hand to her cheek and felt a hot warm mark there. She winced belatedly. That had really hurt; Anna was stronger than she looked. The shorter girl stared up at her, furious. Her nudity somehow only made her seem more intimidating, like a Norse berserker about to do battle. Perhaps she was.
"You!" Anna started, finally finding words, "You dump me at our parents, and I follow you all the way back here, just so we can talk. So I can tell you how much I care, and when I get here, I see you running off with that fucking devil woman!"
Anna had seen her. Shame and regret clouded Elsa's already tear-filled eyes. "Anna, I didn't mean to-"
"Oh, you just accidentally had sex with her?!" the younger girl shouted, throwing her hands into the air.
Elsa gathered herself, "And what? You just decided to take a naked nap with my best friend? You're hardly innocent here."
Anna flushed. "Well only after you ran off with that bitch! And at least I was drunk, you were still in your right mind!"
"No, I wasn't," Elsa admitted, taking a step toward her younger sister.
"You what?" Anna asked, her eyebrows tilting quizzically.
"I wasn't in the right mind. I haven't been since yesterday. I found out that you were my sister. That the woman I love more than I have ever loved anyone, was my fucking sister. My sister who I had lost and thought I'd never see again." Sobs shook her body, and the tears began to fall even harder. "It's my job to keep you safe, and all I ever do is hurt you." She pulled Anna to her in a hug and cried against her. Anna deflated, her anger spent, completely unsure of how to react.
Before she had the chance to decide, Kristoff found them. He had wrapped a blanket around himself and approached the two while they were distracted by their fight. "Elsa, I-" he started, looking about ready to throw up, whether from guilt or alcohol he wasn't sure.
Elsa released her younger sister and turned upon him. "You slept with my girlf- my sister!" she screamed, anger rising up and replacing her self-pity. "You're supposed to be my brother. You don't do this fucking shit."
"Wow, I only sleep with my siblings then," Anna joked. The two stared at her. Her humor was never appreciated. She pouted against their stares.
"Elsa," he racked his mind for excuses or justifications. He knew he hadn't started things with the redhead, but that was hardly going to help in this situation. "I'm sorry," was all he could find.
"You know what? I'm done here," Elsa stormed out, abandoning her sister and her suitcase. She snatched her keys from the table where Kristoff had left them, and marched to her car. She threw herself in and slammed the door behind her. The front door to Kristoff's house hung wide open; she hadn't bothered to close it behind her.
She started the engine and drove away. When she reached a stop light, she glanced to the side and noticed that Anna's chocolate wrappers were still on the passenger side floor. Of course they were. Tears began anew.
Anna watched the car speed away. Tears finally fell from her eyes. The woman she'd been searching for was just in her arms and she'd let her get away. She'd scared her away. She turned to Kristoff, wishing that she could be mad at him for what had happened. Her anger had sobered her up enough to know that it wasn't his fault.
"Anna," he said, placing an arm on her shoulder. "It'll be okay. She just needs some time to cool down."
"She had it!" Anna cried, "She had cooled down. I knew how much she was hurting, you said yourself she wasn't being herself. I broke her, our parents broke her. Then I did it again. I am the worst girlfriend ever. Or sister, whatever the hell I am! Who sleeps with their sister's best friend anyway?"
"Who sleeps with their best friend's sister?" he countered, looking as guilty as she felt.
"Well she deserved it!" Anna reminded them both. "She can be as upset as she wants, but she shouldn't be off sleeping with someone else!"
"She had broken up with you. If she wasn't allowed to get together with anyone just after she gets out of a relationship, I don't think she'd be dating you." Anna paused at this. "And you were trying to fix things with her, she wasn't. Obviously it's insane to get back together, but if you were trying to, you have a funny way of showing it."
Anna did not like this new side of Kristoff. His job was to mock Elsa, not defend her. "She still shouldn't have slept with that girl!"
"And I shouldn't have slept with her sister, I think we can all agree we've made terrible decisions today. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go shower, and then I'm gonna call her and try really hard to apologize."
"It's not like I'm her property!" Anna screamed, not even sure what side she was trying to argue anymore. Kristoff had already left. She stared at the floor, the cold draft from the open door reminding her of how exposed she was. She quickly closed it and ran to the other shower. She needed to think, and whatever she decided, she needed to not smell of Kristoff when she finally talked to her sister. Any decision required that conversation and Kristoff had a very peculiar musk.