Oh my god guys It's been awhile. I'm sorry! These past few months have been insane. But it felt so good to just write! I hope you guys like it. Please leave reviews. TRIGGER WARNING: Rape and Abuse

I DO NOT OWN FROZEN

Elsa

"You have such an amazing smile, ya know that? You're teeth are so white!" Anna was sitting on the couch with her head resting in her palms, hands on her knees. She was staring up at me with a look that could make anyone's insides melt. But of course, not her therapists. That'd be unethical. It'd be wrong.

"Thank you Anna, you're compliments are much appreciated but I believe we were talking about something." She sighs and lies back on the couch. She plays with a stray hair and says, "You asked me if I liked myself. And I didn't answer. I couldn't answer."

"Why not?" I ask her as I jot down some thoughts.

"Do you mind not writing for a second? I don't want you to be my therapist right now. Can we pretend we've been friends for years? Maybe we're meeting up to get hot chocolate!" Her smile widens as she sits back up, "Maybe we used to talk all the time but we got busy. And- And we're friends. And I'm not alone. This is just a conversation." Her smile dims a bit as she looks to me. I nod, "Okay Anna, We're just friends. And this is just a conversation." I place my pen and pad down on the table beside me.

Anna jumps up and races out the door. I'm confused for a moment and wonder if I should follow her but she reappears a second later.

"Oh hey Elsa! It has been too long.", She pulls me up from my chair and hugs me tightly. She's warm and smells like vanilla. I hug her back for a moment before she pulls away.

"I've been so busy with the dogs lately. My pet shop is doing very well. And what about you?" She looks genuinely interested in this improvised conversation so I try to play along.

"Well, I have, uh, been working on my second novel!" I reply. She beams, "That is wonderful! I'm so proud of you. I'll buy the very first copy." We laugh and she brushes the same stray hair back behind her ear, "Though, things have been a little rough."

I perk up a bit. The mood seems to have changed. "I mean one minute you're a little girl, and the next you're not. And it's hard to believe what people say when they call you beautiful. Or smart." She furrows her brow a bit before continuing, "I was a little girl. I was- I was just a little innocent child. Then suddenly, I was a dirty slut." She spit those last words out of her mouth like they tasted bitter. She laughed coldly, "I never even went through a boy crazy stage. Because the only boys I knew were fucking crazy."

The foul language seemed strange coming from her mouth. Not because she was delicate or anything, but because it sort of emphasized the loss of innocence.

"I mean, even if I did love someone, what would be the point? I'm all used up. God, I'm just lucky I don't have any diseases. And how would anyone be able to touch my scarred body? How could anyone think I'm beautiful?"

She isn't crying but her eyes are red. She's staring out the window motionless. I'm a professional and even I didn't know how to mend the wounds they had caused her.

"Anna?" No response, "Anna, look at me." She slowly turns her head towards me. The swelling from her bruises has gone down and her freckles dance across her nose.

"You aren't used up. And you are beautiful. Anyone in the world would be lucky to have you. The scars just show how strong you are; after everything that has happened you can still smile and laugh. That is amazing, ya know that? You're not broken. You're not lost. Anna, you are right here with me and you are not alone. I can't erase the trauma they've caused but I can help you live the rest of your life in peace. Okay?" I move towards her and cup her face in my hands, "I think you're the most beautiful girl in the universe. Stars don't just shine, they burn. The pain just shows how amazing you truly are." I wipe away a single tear and she gives me a weak smile.

Anna stands. Our session is over. Before she goes she grabs hold of my hand and traces over my fingers. Then she lifts them to her lips and kisses them softly. My body feels warm and I smile at her before she wipes her eyes again and heads out the door, "Same time next week Doc!"

And as the door closes, I ache for the week to pass quickly.