Anna stared at Kristoff. They had both finished their showers and dressed. They were currently sitting at his rarely used kitchen table with two microwave burritos. Neither of them had much of an appetite. Any lingering effects of the alcohol had died away. She had ruined the entire reason she had come back to town. She took a bit of the food to break eye contact with the blond.

"Well, that went well," he announced. Anna glared at him over the tortilla. "I should have locked the door."

"If you had, then I don't think anything would have reminded me how stupid I was being. I'd still be sleeping on top of your or something," she grumbled.

"Oh, so sleeping with me is stupid?"

"Yes!" Kristoff looked hurt. "You're my g- You're her best friend. She had every right to go crazy after seeing our parents. All I did was add to her pain."

"So what, you should have just watched her spiral through her self-destruction?"

"She just needed time."

"Time for what, to see the error of her ways and get back to dating her sister?"

Anna puffed up her cheeks and glared haughtily at the older boy. "Yes! Okay? That's exactly what. She's the best thing to ever happen to me, and instead of actually talking to her and giving her what she needed, I slept with her best friend. She didn't deserve that."

"She was off sleeping with someone else too, and she wasn't exactly up for talking to you. Hell, how many times did you call her? You were trying to talk to her. And again, she's your sister. Are you forgetting the sister part? No incest."

"Two wrongs don't make a right, Kristoff. Who cares if she's my sister? It's not like we're gonna be having kids together! I love her. I have to fix things."

"Okay, ignoring the whole fixing-things-means-getting-back-together-with-your-sister thing, how would you do that?"

Anna took a big bite out of her burrito so that she had time to figure out her plan. After swallowing she answered, "I'm going to go over there and tell her I'm sorry."

"That's it?" He was expecting more excitement, maybe some sort of epic quest to win back her sister's heart.

"Apologies are important!" She pouted. "She'll forgive me."

"How are you going to get there?"

She looked up at him with puppy eyes, as her bottom lip protruded. "Pretty please give me a ride?"

Kristoff let out a long sigh. What had he gotten himself into? "Okay, fine. But I don't want to be there for any creepy stuff, so I'm gonna take you there, go take five minutes to apologize to her, and then I'll leave and you two can not ever tell me anything about what happens."

Anna resisted grumbling at him, as this was exactly what she wanted. "Why are you apologizing?"

"You don't sleep with your bro's girlfriend when they broke up the day before. It's against the rules. And you don't sleep with their sister without at least talking to them first. It was fucked up, I hurt her really badly, and I knew better."

Anna stared at him and only nodded. She grabbed the bags and they proceeded to Kristoff's truck without another word.

Elsa stared at the inside of her apartment. Every inch of it reminded her of her sister. She saw the kitchen where she had taught Anna how to cook, the couch where they'd spent the majority of their first date, and many days since, and the table where they had eaten their meals. She walked past all of these dreadful reminders, and saw her bed. The bed she had shared with Anna. The first bed Anna had ever shared with anyone.

Elsa collapsed into the bed. It still smelled of the younger girl, even though it had been a week since either of them had been in it. The faint scent of strawberries and chocolate that she associated with the redhead lingered in her pillow. Elsa's own pillow didn't seem to smell like anything. She buried her face in Anna's pillow and breathed it in.

When she pulled her face away, she saw that the pillow was wet with her tears. She hadn't even realized that she'd been crying. She stared at the wall, a vortex of emotions twisting inside of her. She couldn't decide if she was more mad at Anna, Kristoff, or herself. How had she messed everything up so soundly?

She dragged herself away from the bed, away from Anna's scent, and forced herself into the shower, ignoring the more interesting memories of Anna that this conjured. She needed to rid herself of Meg's smell. She hated herself for giving in to her temptation earlier. Meg was a gorgeous woman, but that one act, an act she wouldn't have made on any other day, had brought her nothing but misery.

The water turned cold against her skin. She had been soaking in the water and her own self-hatred for so long that she'd run out of hot water. She finished cleaning herself and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her body and a second around her hair. As she left the bathroom, she realized that a sound had been repeating itself for some time, but she had paid no heed to it over the sound of the water. It was coming from her door. Someone was knocking.

She walked tentatively to the front door of her apartment and opened it. She realized that she'd been expecting to see Anna, but she instead saw Kristoff. The blond man had been crying, his eyes were red and puffy. Elsa looked at him in silence.

She didn't slam the door in his face, and Kristoff took this as a good sign. "I'm sorry," he said, expecting her to interrupt him before he could go any further. She didn't, she only continued to stare at him. He wanted to insist that it shouldn't matter, that she obviously wasn't gonna be dating her sister so why shouldn't he, that he actually really liked Anna, or that he hadn't meant to and was just too drunk. He didn't say any of those things, any justification would have fallen on the same deaf ears it would have earlier. He had hurt his best friend, and nothing excused that. "I'm sorry," he repeated. "I'm an asshole. I know how important she is to you, I know how much you were hurting, and I did it anyway. I don't expect you to ever forgive me, but I needed you to know that I'm sorry." He started to walk away. "She's downstairs. I convinced her to give me five minutes to apologize to you, and that then she could have you to herself. I'll go tell her she can come up." He turned to walk away but a pale hand hesitantly reached out to him.

Elsa wasn't sure what her hand wanted to do. She hadn't made any conscious decision, but she had needed to stop Kristoff before he left. Whether that be to punch him, forgive him, or something in between she wasn't yet sure. She wanted to talk to Anna, but Kristoff could have his whole five minutes. She still owed him that, even after what he'd done. "You are an asshole," she agreed finally.

He looked at her, confused. Then he burst out laughing. Elsa laughed too, though she wasn't sure at what. "Does this get rid of anything you owed me for stealing my girlfriend in ninth grade?" He asked, grinning behind fresh tears.

"And then some," Elsa agreed, some of her resentment fading.

"But it's a thing I may be able to make up to you?" Kristoff offered, hopefully. Elsa was still the most important person in his life. She'd been the only family he'd had since he was ten.

She felt the same way. "Eventually. I may have to beat you up though," a pained grin echoed her friend's.

"That's fair. Is it okay if I head home? You can beat me up later, Anna needs to talk to you a lot more badly than I did, but I don't want to abandon her if you're not gonna be willing to talk."

"You can go. Do you know what she wants to say to me?" Elsa looked terrified. After how she'd acted, she didn't think that Anna would be the one trying to fix things with her. Then again, she had always been the better person.

"Didn't want the creepy incestuous details," he shrugged. "So I can leave? You're not gonna just lock the door and refuse to talk to her or anything crazy, right?"

"When have I ever done that?" she asked, dismayed at such a thought.

"When I tried kissing you when we were eleven and you wouldn't talk to me for almost a month."

"Oh, then," she laughed. "I won't, I'll talk to her. You can leave."

He looked like he wanted to say something more, or perhaps to hug her, but he only nodded and walked downstairs. A minute later, Elsa could hear someone frantically running up the stairs. The first thing she saw was a frizzy poof of red hair. Anna hadn't bothered to tend to her hair after her shower. She reached the door, dragging Elsa's suitcase as well as her own, wearing the same green dress she'd worn on their first date. She looked down in surprise when she saw that Elsa was only wearing a towel. The blonde blushed.

"Hi," Anna started nervously.

"Hi," Elsa echoed.

"I love you," Anna announced. This was the last thing in the world Elsa was expecting.

"I love you too," Elsa said softly, sobbing. She just couldn't stop crying today. "But-" before she could elaborate, her sister's lips were on hers. They felt soft and warm against her. She surrendered to them hungrily, kissing back desperately, opening her lips to allow the younger girl's tongue. They stayed like that for several minutes, both savoring the taste they had missed for the past day.

When the kiss finally broke, Anna looked up at her sister, with hope filled eyes. "Can I come in?" she asked, and Elsa realized they were still standing in the hallway. She led her inside, and they sat awkwardly on the couch, just like they had months ago. Neither of them wanted to be the first to say anything.

After an eternity of silence, Anna finally asked, "Can we just forget this entire week? Can we just go back to being a couple? Can you just hold me?" She was crying now too, sobs shaking her entire body.

Elsa wanted to say yes, with every fiber of her being, but she couldn't. Could she? "You're my sister," she tried. "How are we supposed to just forget that?"

Anna's heart broke at this. "But I never knew my sister! I just knew my girlfriend and I love her. I love you, Elsa, you're all I need."

Elsa tried to protest, but before she could do so, Anna had thrown herself at her. She found her sister in her arms. She then found her hand comfortingly stroking the girl's red hair. She couldn't find it in her heart to fight it anymore. She kissed the top of her sister's head. "If I was willing to try that? Not that I even can, but if I was?"

"Yeah?" Anna asked, looking up from her chest and wiping tears from her eyes.

"Then what would we do?"

"Just like we have been. We're not even legally related and no one other than Kristoff, and maybe one person I saw at the bus station, knows. We can just be together. Nothing has to be weird."

"But you're still my sister," Elsa tried to reason with her. To reason with herself.

"I mean if that's what you're into," Anna tried joking. She really did need to work on her timing. Elsa looked like she was about to change her mind. "You're just some incredibly beautiful woman I met in college. You're my girlfriend. That's all you'll ever be. I mean unless we get married or anything. Then obviously you'd be something different." She managed to stop herself before she could ramble any further.

Elsa could never resist Anna's adorable rambling. She kissed her again, pulling her as close as possible. "Okay," she agreed. "I'm your girlfriend."