She was in complete distress. She had no words - her mind seemed to have completely shut down. Anna was excited to see her sister come back to her. Ecstatic, even. But even that small feeling was completely crushed into pieces because Elsa 'knew what was best for her'. What did she know?

She had never been her sister - only a mistress, a lover who cared for her because they had a relationship. A special one, even. But a sister? Elsa had never been there for her. She was a sister who ran away so that she could put up a face for others. Who said sorry because she knew she did wrong, not because of their relationship.

Anna knew she couldn't be angry at her, but she was. Very necessarily. The whole time after that ridiculous scene… Anna hadn't spoken a single word. She couldn't even hear the way Elsa cried for her when she took Anna home. She couldn't bear to hear it. There had to be a way to escape.

Coming back home, Anna realized how different everything was. Literally. But that was because she hadn't been home for weeks.

She either stayed in Kristoff's place or crashed at Meg's. Her worried mother would call her, always, but Anna would give her the same reply: "I'll come back tomorrow, I promise". That was every day. She never came home.

And now that she was home - her mind completely blocked from ever seeing Elsa - she was… somewhat at peace. Somewhat.

"Mom…?" Anna looked around the empty living room. There was new furniture that replaced the set that they had been using since Anna was a child. She knew who got them for her parents.

Anna was happy that Agdar was able to provide some support to her mother. She was even glad they held no grudges now… but who was she to say anything? Her sister… her very own sister who shared their father's blood, gave up on her.

What was she doing? Why did she continue being in that club just for Elsa? Because Hans said so? Or because she wanted to be with Elsa? No, hoping that Elsa would come back if she continued to dance was the worst decision she had ever made. Anna knew how Hans was like yet, she let others take an advantage of her - rip her from any sense, any last hope of humanity, because of that little childish dream.

She shook her head, and walked into her bedroom. "Mom…?"

Martha was sitting in her bed, eyes voided from any light. She stared at the wall.

"Mom, I'm home. What are you doing?"

The older woman inhaled deeply, and a look of disappointment grabbed Anna's attention. "Anna… we need to talk."

What was this? Why? Anna didn't want to believe it, but she knew… whatever 'talk' this was, wasn't going to be good. Her eyes fell to the collection of papers that her mother was holding… and the familiar bank statements and a orange folder caught her sight. All my contracts as an escort…

Ah, but now that she wasn't working there, she could just say prostitute, instead. It sounded more fitting.

"Anna, come here -"

The woman took a step back. "Mom… I… I'm sorry -"

"No, don't - don't go away. Please," she got up with the papers in her hand, "just listen to me. I'm not angry, Anna." Her soothing, soft voice confused Anna. Really, not angry? Every fucking person in the entire world seemed to be angry at her. She was angry at herself.

Anna really didn't believe that her mother wasn't angry. Every fucking person had deceived her - made her believe she was loved, and - and all it had done was make her get on her knees every time in an attempt to beg for everything to stop.

"Anna…" The redhead stood surprisingly still as Martha held her hand. She didn't want to see the sorrow in her mother's eyes. "Why didn't you tell me…?" she questioned softly.

Still, she didn't answer. If she'd known, Anna wouldn't have gotten so much money - wouldn't have met the two people that loved her just for a second. She was so ashamed of herself that her skin crawled with guilt, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears. All Anna could do - wanted to do was run away… just like her god damn sister.

"I've known, Anna."

She… knew?

Quietly, Anna perked her head up in question. She felt a squeeze of fingers on her arm, worrisome eyes searching her every distressed expression. Anna could hide the hurt in her heart but… this was her mother she was talking to. The one person that cared for her all these years… was finding out what she had become as an adult. Martha should have felt disappointed, and she was. Just… not to Anna, she knew.

"What do you mean you've known…?" Her voice was weak, filled with exhaustion.

Martha shook her head, her tender expression contrasting Anna's twisted one. "You don't think I know, Anna? I didn't want to impose - but it's time. Anna, I've seen your papers," her hand caressed featherly on Anna's cheek, "I know who Meg is -"

Anna's body tensed, completely visible and vulnerable to her words. She whimpered, her heart screaming for a place to run. "Mom, s-stop -"

"No, no, no, no, Anna, I'm not mad. I'm…" Her brows furrowed, guilty, and a hushed sob fell out of her lips. Her head dropped low and a hand covered the mouth that wept. "How... could I let this happen?"

At those words Anna broke down in a desperate cry, her knees dropping to the floor. She begged through her pathetic tears - her head falling to the floor in a way that she realized she could never recover or break out of these chains as a fucking prostitute. She wanted everything to stop. And she didn't expect her mother to love her - she belonged where she was. She was to be what she had become. Just a complete utter mess of a human being. Of a daughter. Of a sister.

She never expected to feel tender arms holding her tight, to feel the warmth of someone's chest, to hear someone else crying with her. For her. But her mother did just that. Anna didn't pick her head up. She was so ashamed, so full of guilt and disgust, she was completely astonished that her mother still loved her. Or ever loved her.

"I'm sorry… I-I'm so sorry, Mom…"

"It's okay, baby…. I've got you. I will always have your back, Anna. Always. I love you."

Martha was all she had, after all.

"I didn't want to rely on you. I didn't want… I didn't want you to feel tired. Depressed. Every night back when I was a freshman, I heard you talk to Andrew about the future, the bills that piled up… about me. I couldn't stand it. So I made myself a living - I knew I could get more money than both of you, even if the work wasn't clean. I wanted us to live better. I'd pay my own expenses, and then, I'd buy us a house. I never thought… of anything else other than to make you two happy, Mom," she explained. She had to explain everything - everything except Elsa. Anna had run out of tears and any fucks to give. But at least now she knew her mother was still by her side.

Seeing how Martha held her hand, eyes gazing at her intently, ears listening carefully, it was more than Anna could ever ask for.

The girl sniffled, leaning into the fingers that ran through her hair. "I… I suffered so much." She choked back her cries. "Every night... I was so numb to everything that I always, always begged for a day where I could just throw up, like how I used to. I never wanted to get used to this. I never - Not until Meg came in." She shook her head.

"Meg, huh?" Martha breathed. Her tender voice was soothing. Oh, she used to speak like this when Anna cried as a child. "She watched over you, didn't she?"

She glared into space. "And I fell stupidly in love with her because she was nice to me. The only person that made me feel like a human being, and she screwed me over in the end."

"Oh, honey." Finally, arms held her tightly. Kisses, loving kisses, fell on her head. Anna closed her eyes, and tears fell slowly down her cheeks over memories of her and Meg.

"But she helped me. She never did accept me for what I wanted with her, but she helped."

"I'm sorry. I wish I could've been a better mother. I wish I had done so much more so you didn't have to suffer."

Anna leaned against her, fingers squeezing for more comfort. "I claimed her so proudly… that I told so many people about her openly. I told you, I told Andrew, I even told Rapunzel. How much I loved her. How much I cared - only to have my heart broken."

"You can't let her get to you, Anna."

She clenched her teeth, opening her eyes to stare at the blank wall. "She was different, Mom. … Both of them."

Slowly, Martha pulled away in confusion. "Both?"

Anna didn't want to specify. Wiping her tears, she turned to look at her mother. Her heartsick eyes tried to be bright. She didn't need to say what was on her mind. Her mother had to know what was going on. Who she was talking about. And she did. "The girlfriend you were talking about…"

"She treated me differently." It wasn't all she could say. But what else? How else? Anna sighed. "But we were too different. I loved her but she was weak. I thought I'd never get to see that side of her because she was alway so strong, so bold. She always held me in her arms. Helped me. Protected me. But she wasn't right for me - I was, I was fed poison, Mom."

Martha nodded like she completely understood, and she should. Her mother had experienced something like this, and they could deal with it together. But she didn't understand, no matter how much Anna tried to explain. "Sometimes… you just have to be the one to let go, Anna. Have you… let go?"

Anna looked away. "Good thing she let me go first, then, I don't have to be the one to give her up."

She knew who she was talking about. And whatever she was spouting out of that mouth… it was all true. She was angry - maybe, angry just for a second - but talking like this about Elsa was calming. Talking about Elsa like she was nothing but a fake image that kept her happy, was absolutely satisfying.

"Mom, are you… mad at me? I'm fine with that, you know?"

"Oh, sweetie, no…" Martha held her close once more. Anna let her head relax on her mother's chest. "I can't ever be mad at you. I was worried. Very worried. And I think you've had enough of suffering - of people blaming you for anything, right?"

Anna nodded. Ah, she suddenly felt like a child once more. But in front of her mother, being a child was all she wanted to be right now. She was… not a woman. Not a submissive that served for her mistress' pleasure. She was just a little girl.

"Yeah." One word was all she could say. They needed nothing more.

"Good. Now, look, you'll be graduating soon. That's a good thing right?"

"Mhm."

"Now." Martha took a quick glance at her and pecked her cheek before pulling away. "I want you to listen to me, okay? Is it alright if you see your father? You haven't seen him for a long time, Anna. He wants to see you."

"I know. I was just… a bit busy. I'll go, don't worry."

She'd felt much better since then. Christmas had arrived… and the day she wanted to celebrate the holiday was the day she went to see her father. She was almost glad Elsa wasn't there. Besides… how could she ever face her again? How could Anna ever tell her she still loved her as something much more? She couldn't. Didn't have the guts to. And when she wanted to call her sister so badly, her finger wouldn't move, but her heart knew exactly what was best for her. Anna did try her best - it was all she could ever do.

Since her mother wanted her to see him, Anna gladly went, despite everything. He wasn't the bad man Elsa had said he'd be. Maybe she never understood - and neither did she ever try to understand Elsa, anyway - but to Anna, he was like any other father. He was only another person who provided her care after 21 years.

Though, that was enough. It had to be. Anna was never selfish - and when she was, it wasn't just for herself.

"Beer? Or would you like something else?"

Anna pursed her lips to a tight smile and took the cold glass bottle of beer.

They were the only ones sitting in the dining room. The birds were chirping, the sun streaming its bright glow and warmth into the room. Inside, a grandfather clock marked twelve and a little song played loudly through the peacefulness.

Anna came in the morning to surprise him. It was quite pleasant to see his joyful face, actually. After all, she couldn't hate him all the time. Not after everything that had happened, after all.

She was glad though - Anna could freely talk about whatever she wanted with Agdar. But for whatever reason, she felt closer to him than before. Yes, she barely knew him but… they were of the same blood. They were family, whether they liked it or not.

The man groaned and stretched his body, taking a seat next to her. A smile that big only made Anna chuckle for a bit.

"What? Is something funny? Something on my face?" He swiped his fingers down both cheeks.

Anna shook her head. "No, just the fact that you look way too happy to see me, that's all."

He laughed heartily. "Oh, a man can't see his own daughter after so long? Besides, it's Christmas, and seeing you is my gift. Do you want anything? Toys… games? "
She kept herself from giggling again. It was almost fitting to think her father would treat her like a child. All those years gone... "I'm old enough to drink."

"That's even better. Cheers to good health, Anna." They clinked their glass bottles together.

"Cheers."

"So, I was actually being serious. What would you like for this holiday?"

Anna didn't need anything, really. She had everything that she needed, and if anything came her way, it was just extra. Or well… there was one thing. "Um, you can tell me how you and Mom met?"

"Ah." For a moment of silence, he crossed his fingers together, eyes sternly gazing at his beer. "I knew you were going to ask something like this."

"Should I not?" Anna crossed her brows, curiously studying his expression. Of course, she couldn't know what he was thinking. What he was feeling. Like father, like daughter, right?

"No, it's only proper that I tell you." He grinned distantly.

Anna could feel the discomfort. "You don't have to, you know? I know it's not my -"

"No, no, it is absolutely your business. I'm honestly glad you asked that actually."

"Really?" Anna hadn't felt this happy before. "I thought I'd never see that light."

"Oh, me neither." There had to be some lost memories he'd love to pick up. He gazed up at the ceiling and took a big gulp of his beer. "So… where to start - well, when I first saw your mother, we were at a college party. The year was '93. We were freshman and sophomore at the time. The thing is, I've always been this… jerk. This big, strong manly man, who thought he could get any girl he wanted if he wanted to. But that night, god, she was just beautiful. She stole my heart in an instant. She was the first one that came up to me when nobody else did because everyone thought I was this… perfect boy. I was so nervous. We got together as quick as the wind could take us. Not everyone approved, of course. A lot of people were jealous of her, angry… because she was the one who seemed to have 'manipulated' me into loving a person like your mother, but in reality, it was never like that.

"I always put your mother first. If she was getting harassed, I stopped whoever harassed her. I did everything I could to love and protect her. She was the best thing I'd ever had, Anna. But one day… one day, I got drunk. I met a girl. I thought she was beautiful. And little poor me, who was a manly man, flirted with her, took her to a room… and I… I never took responsibility for what happened for two years. When we graduated, I was still with your mother - holding this guilt inside me for so long because I could never face that kind of trouble. I was a coward.

"I paid child support for Elsa's mother for so long. I made a good living in my father's company. I was a fabulous architect, but no money and no job could fix this shame I had all these years. So I realized I didn't deserve your mother. I told Martha everything, and of course, she was disappointed in me. She was angry, very angry - she treated me like a dead man. I never heard from her again after she told me she was pregnant with you. We live in the same part of the city, but she moved so often, I could never get in touch. That went on for years. Twenty-one years. I decided to forget about the past because she, for sure, thought of me as someone who died. I decided to marry Idunn.

"And for a long time, Elsa… Elsa had always been the child I resented bringing to this world, but I never treated her like she didn't belong. Yes, I've always been hard on her - she had hated me for everything, and she still does - but I've always wanted what's best for her. I wanted her to be better than her father."

Anna didn't know what to say. The only thing that was on her mind… was to fault Agdar for what he had done. It was really was his fault. She just couldn't get herself to be angry. Hearing all this for the first time in a more clearer sense gave her a new perspective on her father. She could hate him all her life, but that would only mean he would have no daughters to call on. To love and be loved. "Must've been hard. All these years."

Agdar chuckled, looking down, finger tapping on the wooden table. "Oh, I don't know. After finding out how your mother has been doing, I'd say otherwise. Besides, Andrew is a great man. You three are trying your best."

"Well, now we don't have to since you have been providing my mother so much now."

"I guess I am, huh?" They both laughed. Ah, like a normal family. This was exactly what Anna wanted. A father who she could rely on all the time. A shoulder to cry on if she wanted to. "What do you think? Does anything surprise you?"

Anna shook her head. It was everything she'd thought of, honestly. "I'm just glad you told me this."

"I'm sure it wasn't easy when your mother told you."

The girl huffed. "She never really talked about it… I just kind of figured some things out until she told me I had a father." Anna couldn't fault her mother for doing that.

"I see… have you talked to Elsa yet?"

Her smile immediately fell. She didn't know why she wasn't expecting this. "Elsa… um, a little, yeah."

"How do you find her?" His eyes really lit up this time.

Oh, she could recall all the lovely times they had together. Elsa was definitely caring, loving, a little intimidating, but nothing that Anna couldn't handle. She could barely hold down the grin she had. "She's a little... stiff."

Agdar chuckled. "I know."

"She doesn't find a father in you, you know?"

He sighed. "I do. I got what I deserved for not telling her about you for so long. Did you know how long she searched for you? And I didn't let her. God, I did so many wrong things, Anna. I tried correcting things - but old habits can't be broken right?"

"Honestly, you can change. You can break that now…" She really wanted to say it. She really… desired this father of hers. No matter what relationship she had with Elsa, she'd give up anything to have something like this. Yes, this was a very dysfunctional family - but it was family, nonetheless. She held the man's hand and squeezed. "You can change for me… Papa."

One blink. Two blinks. The man continued to stare at their held hands with tears in his eyes. Staring at Anna with such caring, loving smile. There wasn't a thing that could make Anna happier than to see him gasp out 'Papa?' under his breath.

She nodded. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Oh, of course not, darling. God, come here."

In an instant, Anna fell right into his arms for a tight hug. This was what she needed right now. How else would she move on, if she couldn't forgive him? She wished she could have done the same for Elsa… but even Elsa would never forgive herself.

This was absolutely refreshing to feel his hand rubbing her back, his lips whispering Papa over and over again like it was his favorite word. Ah, Anna could never hate him for this now.

"Elsa, did you hear what I said?"

The blonde blinked, her eyes falling from the sight of buildings that were beyond her window. Ah, how long had she been dazing out like that? She had been thinking a lot about Anna, lately. What that woman meant to her. What made them special. Even Olaf wouldn't understand if she told him.

"Elsa? Miss Arendelle?"

"Yes." She turned around with a deep breath. "What is it?"

Olaf raised an eyebrow before looking back at his IPad again. Elsa leaned against the glass wall, arms crossed. "Actually," he closed the tablet, "Miss, I'd like to know what you are thinking."

Elsa crossed her brows. "What I am thinking? Olaf, do you know where you are standing?"

"Yes, I do. But that never stopped you from saying anything right? So…" He placed his hands atop of each other in front of him. "I'd like to know what's going on."

Elsa really didn't want to talk about this. But this was Olaf. No matter how obnoxious he could get, he would always listen. The blonde huffed a breath and turned her back around.

It was a bit hot in here. Almost suffocating. She tugged her tie loose and unbuttoned her collar. The least she could do right now was relax a bit. Nobody was here to bother her. It'd help. "I was…" She put her hands in her pockets. "I broke up with Anna."

"Oh. You did."

She could just hear the shock from that soft voice. "She was done with the job. Hans threatened her… blackmailed her. I had to make sure I'd do no harm to her, so I did what I had to do." That was half the truth. Olaf definitely didn't need to know the other half. But even she knew he was smart enough to know that it wasn't all. The way his expression turned serious, his posture stiff and still - and though Elsa had her back turned to him, she knew him enough that he cared. She looked slightly over her shoulder. "I did what was best for her."

"Have you considered what was best for you?"

Elsa froze. She never considered - she never thought about herself. All this time, it was about Anna. All this time, when she needed to cry for help… she never relied on anyone but herself and her own nonsense of a brain.

The woman let out a shaky breath. She gazed down at her feet, the street still bustling with crowds of people. "What was best for me would be Anna to stay away from me."

"I know you, Elsa. You don't really think that, do you?"

She didn't want to look at him. What he said was true. But she'd be selfish to want Anna back in her arms. To want her touch… to want back the relationship that was fun. That was loving. She yearned to hear her soft voice again, the voice that whispered her name at night. She missed holding her close when times were rough… but that Anna was gone.

"I'm not wrong for putting her on top. I won't -" Elsa curled her fingers in a fist. "I won't let those people - I won't let him do her wrong again and again. Olaf, I can't be wrong."

"Falling for her… was it a mistake?"

She smiled slightly. "No, it was never a mistake." Falling… for my sister was. "Olaf… there's something I need to tell you."

"What is it?"

"I found her."

The whole afternoon Anna and her father spent the most glorious time together just talking about their own lives. Of course, Anna left out the part where she worked as an escort. It was enough that her mother knew - she didn't want her very own father to get worked up either. It wasn't worth it when they had just developed their relationship together.

Hours passed and they hadn't realized the evening had turned dark. Soon after, Agdar was cooking dinner for both of them. Ah, she hadn't had a home-cooked meal for quite a while now. At least, the girl was able to fill her appetite without the thought of… other things.

"So here's another thing, when I first saw you as a baby, you were this tiny. Elsa was small too, but God, you were on another level, sweetie."

"No way, Mom always says I was big as a baby."

The father leaned back in his chair and took a huge gulp of beer. "Well, I can't blame her. You two have always been quite small."

"Hey!" Anna smacked his arm, prompting a hearty laughter. "You take that back. I'm not that short."

"Alright, alright. You aren't. Though, you are just a few inches shorter than Elsa."

"Papa, you just like to embarrass people, don't you?"

He laughed louder. "What can I say? Don't worry, you're still a beautiful girl. Got that from your mother, huh?"

Before Anna could even answer, in the corner of her eyes… a tall blonde woman stood by the doorway. Blue eyes gazed at her, eyebrows crossed. And Anna felt her whole body grow cold, her own expression growing pale as well. Even Elsa reflected the reaction. "Elsa…?"

Agdar slowly got up. "Elsa, you're home early. Were you not working?"

"I was."

"What are you doing?"

Quietly, the woman switched her gaze to her father. A rather… cold gaze too. Ah, this was that Elsa. The woman that was strong, and seduced her. "I won't be staying for long."

This was what they wanted. To be ignoring each other - this was where Elsa had put them. Anna clenched her fingers on her chair, unable to keep the heartbreak in her eyes from showing. She could never look away - she always wanted to, but Anna still considered her as too beautiful inside out to take an eye off.

"Elsa, why don't you eat some dinner?" the man suggested.

Blue eyes fell to her younger sister for a brief moment. And Anna… oh, Anna could just see the bitterness in her eyes. The grief and suffering. But what could they do? "No thank you, I celebrated with Olaf already. I'll be going -" She turned towards the stairs.

"Greet your sister, Elsa. She's right here."

For a brief moment, Elsa's whole body froze. Anna hated this little game of theirs. Hiding from each other because 'that was for the best' for them. How could it be? Anna opened her mouth, but no words of acknowledgment came out. Fear? Definitely. But if it was anything she'd regret, it would be how Anna never accepted her apology.

"'Papa', is that it?" That was all she said with a small scoff. Elsa had gone up to her office.

Anna felt her breath taken away, her own self breaking at the way Elsa had reacted. Had looked at her. She didn't know what to think. Didn't even press on because… she knew. Oh, Anna knew exactly how Elsa felt.

"It's her birthday, you know?" Agdar sat back down with a sigh.

Her… birthday? Anna grimaced to herself - didn't even hear the little gasp she let. Elsa was twenty-four. How could she not know after all this time being together, thinking of her? Especially when it was Christmas. She shouldn't have been here - Agdar should have been celebrating with Elsa. I'd just be in the way.

But even then… how could the man not tell her earlier? Did he not expect Elsa to come home - because she never would? She arched a disappointing eyebrow at him, but her lips stayed zipped. Confusion hit her, and then a wave of anger… but still, nothing fell out of her mouth.

She was a grown woman, yes… but on the inside, Elsa was still a little girl. Both of them were.

Agdar crossed his fingers together, head tilted down in a sense of regret.

"She doesn't like celebrating at home. Would... you go talk to her?" After that, Anna really didn't have the courage. But in the end, they were still sisters, like it or not. She felt his warm hand on top of hers. No, not like this. Anna could only feel regret boiling in her. Slowly, she took her hand away from his.

"I…" He's her father, after all. He's always been there. "Papa, I… I will talk to her. But please… treat her like how you treated me today, okay? Always. She needs you too."

She didn't wait for the man to answer - but she didn't need that from him just yet. His expression, clearly filled with bitterness for himself, said it all.

Her feet wouldn't work, so Anna had to drag herself upstairs. She took her time. Her mind carried no thoughts. She wanted to say so much to Elsa - but mostly, she wanted nothing more than to have the blonde in her arms just… wasn't right.

Anna paused in front of her office door, laughing to herself. What was ever right anyway? What could she have done to make things right?

"Elsa…" Two knocks on the door. No answer. "Elsa, I want to talk." And even then, Anna didn't expect an answer. Her heart felt heavier than the love they once had at night. Her body was humming with numbness. She propped her head against the door, closing her eyes. "I know we shouldn't be talking. And I know I was very angry at you. But we can't avoid each other. Not for long. Elsa, I… I don't want things for us to end like this. Hey, I don't care, alright? I don't care about Hans. I have my family - I have you -"

The door suddenly sprung open, and Elsa… oh God, those blue, completely wild eyes were just filled with nothing but anger. Frustration. Remorse. Nothing that Anna could fix. Even her shirt seemed a little loosened, her hair running free from her braid. This wasn't Elsa… this was someone else.

But Anna didn't mind. Even if she was angry, depressed, hateful, at least, they were still standing in front of each other.

"I spent…" Elsa breathed, her voice trembling. "My entire life as a child… as a teenager trying to gain the respect of my father. I was perfect, but it was never enough for him. Whenever I wanted to feel proud of myself, he always told me to do better. And to try to gain that was all in vain after he told me about you. He never talked about you, but on the inside, I knew… I knew I have always been the bastard child. I was fifteen in high school. I wasn't the smartest but at least I understood that much. I hated him."

Anna shook her head. She knew the amount of hatred Elsa had for him was overwhelming, but here… letting it all out here was the last thing Anna expected. "Elsa, you don't… he's your father."

"He is my father, but what has he done for me to make sure that he is?" Elsa tilted her head, scoffing. "I went to the best university, followed his footsteps, became a CEO, I chased after you, and for what? So that he would finally respect me as his own daughter? So that I would never be looked at as inferior? Yet… after everything, I'm still chasing after him. Why?" The tears that ran down her cheeks were little… but Anna knew every last word she had been holding back had to come out. Even for Anna, it was worth it to see them talk. The blonde looked away. "No. Go… he has been waiting for you. Just go."

"Elsa… you can't be jealous -"

"No, please." The woman backed away, putting a hand out to stop Anna from coming to her any further. "I was selfish to say something like this. Go to your Papa."

Anna didn't move. She was staring at what was a sad little girl. Ah, a perfect reflection of them both, honestly.

But Elsa was right. Anna came into their lives… not knowing what the hell was going on, and suddenly, Papa gave what was left of his love to Anna. Not to the eldest. There was something very, very wrong about this. And even if Anna wasn't the smartest person, at least, she knew she shouldn't have gotten in the way of Elsa and her father. It was unfair.

The redhead badly wanted to hold her. Her fingers were tingling. She couldn't. How could she hold her when they both rejected each other as lovers and sisters? Wasn't that what they wanted in the first place? This… happiness they yearned for together for so long was ruined by each other.

"I understand…" Anna pursed her lips, a hand to her chest to hold her heart still. "I… I'm happy that I get to see you once more."

The exhaustion that was shown was certainly unwanted, but what could Anna do? If just standing here, having both of them glaring at each other, was the kind of relationship they were looking for, Anna didn't want it. Yes, she was happy to see her… but was it worth it? Coming back to see the love of her life, her sister, looking at her in such disappointment was the last thing she wanted.

"I wanted… so much more." Elsa choked back tears. "I haven't seen that man smile or laugh like this in years. And you… you come here, and he does just that for you. He has never done that for me. For mother. For anyone, but for you. You really are his daughter, I'm nothing -"

Slap.
"And I was yours." Anna's hand stung, twitching… and the red streaks that glowed on Elsa's cheek tainted her beauty. But what was beauty if they looked this pathetic? Anna was furious, tear coated eyes watching her sister drop her head low. And no matter how few tears strolled down Anna's cheek, the anger she had was unimaginable.

How could she say that to me?

She understood they were at a very bad place. But putting themselves down with words of heartache… was just not the way to bring themselves back up. Anna trembled with frustration. "I wanted nothing more than for you to acknowledge me. I admired you. I loved you. And I could never ask for anything other than to see you smile because that's what always kept me going. I'm sorry for 'stealing' your father, but don't you ever tell me you are nothing. You were so much more to me when we were together. We can be like that again." Anna dared to hold her hand. Even caressed it. Perhaps, it'd be better if she stayed away like they promised each other. Seeing her was enough right? Hearing her voice? Anna wiped away her tears, looking away. "Think about it. I'll go. And… happy birthday, big sis."

Anna didn't even wait for the woman to say another thing as she climbed down the stairs. She'd accommodate Elsa. If she wanted Anna to go, she'd go. That was what love was right? Their poisonous love?

"Hey, Papa. I, um… I gotta go. I have something to do at home, I'll see you next time?" Anna said by the doorway to the kitchen. Agdar immediately got up with a frown.

"What? So soon?" The immediate furrow of his brows was turning Anna away even more. "Anna, have you… have you been crying -"

"No, I -" Shit. "It's allergies. I'm sorry, I should go."

"I'll drive you home, okay?"

"No, please." Keep denying. It's what Elsa wants. "I'll call a cab. Just…" She took a peek upstairs to see that Elsa… Elsa wasn't gazing down at her. She was nowhere to be seen. "Can you promise me that you'll treat Elsa like how you treated me today?"

She'd half expected her father to be furious, but she could only see the worrying side of him. He stood there, perhaps, completely blinded by all those years lost without his daughters. He looked so clueless, Anna almost felt bad for him.

The man nodded. "I will, don't worry. I'll talk to her, I promise."

"Love her too, Papa. She's waiting. For years, she's been waiting for you."