I stayed home from school for the next few days. I had a fever.

Because of what happened, I suppose.

I refused to call it that one word. Because it wasn't, not really. A little bit...but not all the way.

But in my head, something of Elsa's shine had faded away.

I knew it was wrong, but I felt closer to her because of it. That desperate love-making had been her, all her, through and through. It wasn't the complete and utter beauty I was used to, nor the calm and collected manner she usually displayed in front of everyone else. It was a flawed front, one of a true, real person.

The fact that I was probably one of the only people in the world to have seen this side of Elsa made me feel special.

And disgusted. Somehow...