Three weeks passed, and nothing changed. Kristoff didn't call, didn't visit, didn't communicate at all, and Anna knew it was her fault. Wait, no, of course it isn't! It wasn't her fault Elsa wasn't giving him the time of day or whatever. She sighed as she lifted her makeup brush to apply a peach colored blush to her cheeks as she stared at her unhappy self in the mirror. Sure, Hans was nice and all, and to be quite honest, he was incredibly good looking and debonair.

Tonight, Hans was taking her to some fancy restaurant. It wasn't exactly her thing, but he seemed so excited about it, she couldn't say no. He said it was going to be extra special, and she hoped he wasn't expecting too much from her.

She clicked the top of her lipstick back on the tube and stood from her vanity. She wore a deep blue, sleeveless dress that hit her knees. Black ballerina flats would have to do for now. She didn't trust herself in heels, not yet. She waited until she heard Elsa's bath water start before heading out the door. She had been avoiding her sister, too, and didn't want to get a lecture before heading out the door.

Hans was getting to the restaurant straight from work, so he sent a cab to the apartment to pick her up. She had to admit it was a little awkward, but Anna wasn't comfortable enough yet to drive. She was only just now getting used to standing for a longer period of time. She stared out the window, watching the city lights go by. She could never help the smile that popped onto her lips as she went through Times Square. It was busy, loud, and bright –even in the darkness of night.

When Anna arrived at the restaurant, the host (dressed in full tux) led her to the back where Hans had a special table for them. His back was to her, and he was on the phone, laughing. She held her hand up to the host with a kind smile, letting him know that she could take it from here. When he turned and left, Anna moved a few steps closer, listening hard. So she was nosey… big deal!

"Yeah, I'm having her sent here to Fitzgerald's for dinner. It's such a pain having to woo her all over again. I mean, I had her right where I wanted her, and she had to go and get herself hospitalized. Jesus Christ."

Anna's eye grew wider as she listened. Was she really hearing this?

"No, no, the initial plan was to snag her sister, heir of Arendelle Inc. But she'd a fucking ice queen, and won't have anything to do with relationships. So I settled for the spare." He shrugged at this, even though the person on the other end couldn't see it. "Something tragic happens to Elsa, and Anna gets handed the family business. Simple as that."

Anna began walking again, her flats clicking as loudly as she could make them on the floor, and even added a little cough to be sure he knew she was only "just now" entering the room. He turned quickly and smiled that dashing smile. Damn, he was good. "Look, I gotta go. The most beautiful creature has just graced me with her presence. Ciao." He flipped the phone closed and stood, meeting her the rest of the way. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and tried something he hadn't yet. He leaned in to kiss her, and Anna immediately froze, doing nothing to return the gesture. "Darling, what's the matter?"

She shook her head and put on a thin smile, although she felt physically sick and wanted nothing more than to wretch right in his face. "I'm just tired is all. It was a long morning at physical therapy."

"Of course, where are my manners! Please, sit!" He pulled her chair out for her, gently pushing her chair back in. She wasn't hungry now. Not at all. She wanted to run to her room and cry for the rest of the night, because she'd never have what she truly wanted. Even so, she wasn't going to let him insult her in the finest restaurant in New York without a little pay back.

"Gosh, I'm starving!" she lied, hand against her flat tummy.

Hans smiled. "Well, the tab is on me. The salmon is quite delicious. I'll be sure to order something filling for you." Something seemed off with her tonight, and it made him feel uneasy.

Anna raised an eyebrow at his comment as he looked at his menu. Like hell he's going to order for me… When the waiter brought them water, Hans let him know they were ready to order. When he finished his order, he began to order for Anna. "And she'll have the Caesar salad. Dressing on the side."

"Mmm… no, I don't think so," she countered thoughtfully, tapping a finger at her chin as she studied the menu. Hans jerked his head up at her, staring wide-eyed. "I mean, you can bring that, that's fine, too," she said, glancing up at the waiter, "But I'm rather famished." Tab was on him, right? "Alright, how about we start with the raw oysters? And the Lobster plate." She nodded to herself before grinning. "Ah, yes, and the prime rib. Oh, and can we get this bottle of wine? The one with all the zeros by it? Sounds delicious!"

"Anna…"

"That's all," she said, grinning up at the waiter sweetly.

Hans cleared his throat as the man walked away. "Quite the appetite you have there…"

"Haven't eaten all day," she smiled.

When their food finally arrived, it covered the entire table. Anna had gone to the restroom and apparently added a few more items to the list.

"So, tell me Hans," she said sweetly, resting her chin on her hands. "How long did we know each other before the wedding?"

Oh, good. Talk about them. "Only two weeks. It was love at first sight."

And that clearly hasn't happened twice, she thought. "Oh, wow. And… how often did you visit me in the hospital?"

It was getting a little warm. "Well, I told you that already, sweetheart. As often as I could."

"Oh yes, I remember now." She hummed a bit, smiling as she let a silent moment pass. "So, what, maybe 3-4 times a week maybe?"

He shifted in his seat. "Yes. Around that." Lie.

"Hmm…" She looked around at the spread around them. "That bread basket really filled me up. I'm not even hungry anymore!" she laughed.

"Are you serious?!" he inquired, finally raising his voice, fire in his eyes fanning into a flame.

"You bet your slimy ass I am!" she yelled, standing up so quickly that she got a little dizzy. A waiter hurried over to help her, but she waved her hands at him. "No, don't touch me…" She looked back at Hans. "You lousy son-of-a-bitch… How could you use me like that?! And Elsa?" Every curse in the book, in this fine, upstanding, five-star restaurant to embarrass the city's biggest slime ball in the business. "Are you telling me you had plans to off Elsa? To kill my sister? You fucking bastard…! And to think, I was going to MARRY you!" Before he could get a word out edgewise, she slugged him right in the nose, knocking him out of his chair before hurrying out of the restaurant.

The moment she made it a block away, she crumbled, leaning against a gray cement building as she slumped to the ground, tears rushing down her face. She wished more than anything now that the accident would have killed her. Hans was a fraud, and Kristoff would never want her as long as her gorgeous sister was around. But she had to be strong for Elsa. To be happy for her and support her in anything and everything. That's just how it had to be.

She called Elsa who immediately jumped in a cab and picked her up. Anna told her everything she overheard on the ride home. The elegant blonde let out a long slur of curses herself and vowed that night to call corporate and assure that his ass was fired, and to make sure getting any other job for himself would be a living hell to do so.

When they got home, Anna showered and crawled into bed, still crying and sniffling. Elsa quietly slipped into her room and crawled into the bed next to her little sister, gathering her up in her arms. "Shh… it'll be alright, Anna. You and your heart are safe from that monster. You're free to love whomever you wish," she whispered the last part in her ear, assuming she would know she meant Kristoff. But Anna never would have guessed it, and the next sob that rattled her chest was out of pure misery and regret.

It took a while, but Elsa finally got her baby sister to sleep. It took a couple thousand songs, but she didn't mind. She felt like they were children again. She pulled the covers up over them both and let the sleeping Anna snuggle into her as Elsa began to drift as well…