She laid on her orange-yellow bed sheets with her arms sprawled out on either side of her body in a haphazard manner. A jet of air flew out of her mouth and propelled a stray strand of strawberry-blonde hair back into place. Her closed eyes slowly opened as she raised her iPod to her face, selecting a different song to play. She was growing sick of listening to Green Day on endless repeat. Of course, the only reason she was listening to the song in the first place was because her boyfriend, Kristoff, had given her one of their albums as a Valentine's Day gift. She wanted to somehow convince her ears that what she was listening to didn't have the ability to put her to sleep faster than morning lectures on Mondays.

Anna sat up with a yawn accompanied by a stretch. She hummed with satisfaction as she felt her muscles warm and her back unwind. It'd been an eventless day. The girl's past eight hours had consisted of lounging around the house and sneaking bags of chips upstairs—bags that she knew belonged to her father. She chuckled as she imagined her father's face growing red and his nostrils flaring when he finds out that his gluttonous daughter had once again stolen his food.

Just as the silky voice of Idina Menzel started to fade when the song on her iPod was nearing its end, Anna heard the breaking of glass and a loud thud. She jumped at the noise and pulled her earbuds out.

What's going on?

The girl scampered over to her door and yanked at the knob. The sound of her feet hitting hardwood stairs echoed throughout the ghostly silent house. She hurried into the kitchen, and her eyes widened at the scene before her.

The remnants of a broken wine glass lay in a puddle of white wine. Her mother, the one guilty of the mess, had both of her hands clasped over her mouth, her eyes betraying her shock. Her father stood at her mother's side and bore an unreadable gaze unto a figure standing before him. The figure had its head down; it's hands at its chest. Platinum blond bangs curtained its face, hiding the expression of its bearer.

"Elsa?" Anna cautiously stepped forward. "What's wrong, guys? Did someone break the glass or something?"

For what seemed like forever, no one paid heed to the younger sister, not until her father turned his head to direct his gaze at Anna. However, just as his mouth opened to speak, Elsa brushed past her sister and ran out the house, leaving an open door and questioning eyes in her stead.

Shit, shit, shit! Why did you ever drink the wine?! You know that wine gives you a serious case of blabbermouth! You just had to go and come out to your homophobic parents, didn't you? Granted, keeping everything wrapped up was frustrating, no it was agony even. But whatever made you think that revealing that you practically drool over every curve of a breast and gape at every glimpse of soft, slender legs would be any better? Now, your life is definitely going to change for the worse. And Anna. She gulped. What will Anna think?

Her eyebrows knitted in frustration as a bead of sweat rolled down the side of her cheek. Elsa was out of breath. It'd been a while since she had had any sort of vigorous exercise, what with her staying cooped up in her room and studying practically 24/7. Fortunately, her destination was not far off as she could see the nearby park's playground just ahead. She pushed her legs forward, determined to reach a place where she could finally rest. This park was her only safe haven.

As she slowed down to a walk when she neared the swings, Elsa spotted a familiar face. A small boy with hair sticking out in every-which-way squealed in delight when he caught sight of Elsa. He bounded for her and upon reaching her, wrapped his arms around her legs.

"Olaf… what are you doing here?" Elsa was not in any sort of a mood to make conversation with others; however, she could make exceptions for the boy. She'd known him well enough from babysitting him for a year to know that he couldn't possibly add to her stress. Icy blue eyes glanced up, searching for Olaf's mother.

"Olaf, where is your mom? Is she around, or did you come here by yourself again?" The boy had a habit it running off by himself. Elsa swore that one day; it would backfire on the kid when he ended up getting lost or kidnapped.

The ends of Olaf's lips lifted in a smile. "You just looked like you needed a warm hug Elsa, so I gave you one!" he piped.

Before Elsa could respond, she noticed Olaf's mother hastily walking towards them. She looked at Elsa with eyes bearing apologies and took Olaf's hand, guiding him back towards their little apartment across the street. The boy turned his head back to give his babysitter one last smile and wave before skipping back home with his mother.

"Adorable as always isn't he?" Startled by the voice, Elsa looked to her right. What greeted her was a rather disheveled looking Anna. Her signature braids were slipping out of order, and her hoodie looked like it was put on in a hurry. Her running shorts were riding up, revealing a tantalizing, freckled upper thigh. Elsa gulped.

"I-umm, you okay? I mean, after everything that happened, are you alright? Like, you didn't get cut by any glass, did you?" The strawberry-blonde's face contorted with worry for her sibling, and she took a few steps closer, stopping a foot away from her sister.

Elsa glanced at her hands. "Yes. I... I'm fine. I didn't touch any glass." Silence enclosed the two, and Elsa found the atmosphere to be almost suffocating. She played with the thought of tailing it once more when she felt a gentle grip on her wrist. Elsa fought the urge to yelp in surprise. Instead, she glanced up.

Anna's turquoise pupils were dark with worry. She bit her bottom lip, then brought her eyes up to meet her sister's once again.

"I heard from papa about what you told them. And um, although he didn't really say anything, it didn't look like he was really thrilled. Mama too, she definitely was less than thrilled to find out. Oh! But, that doesn't mean that I'm not thrilled! Wait, no. What I mean to say is that it's totally okay with me. I mean what's wrong with liking girls? As long as you love who you love I think it should be okay, and…" She sighed and tucked an invisible strand of hair behind her ear. Elsa couldn't help but giggle at the ramble of words that came storming from Anna's mouth and at how adorable her sister was.

"Thanks, Anna." Elsa relaxed, and for the first time since she left the house, felt safe. There was a pause before Elsa questioned, "You... you're not surprised or… disgusted by me?" She removed Anna's hand from her wrist, suddenly aware of the situation once more, and opened up the gap between them.

Though hurt by the gesture Elsa gave her, Anna was undeterred. She lunged at Elsa, nearly knocking all the breath out of the older girl; her arms slip around Elsa's back, holding her in place, not allowing escape as an option. Elsa's breath hitched at the sudden physical closeness. It'd been years since Anna had last hugged her.

"Oh no, you are not running away again! And of course I'm not disgusted!" Anna's grip tightened, and she leaned her forehead against her sister's shoulder. "I could never be disgusted by you" she whispered into Elsa's shirt. Elsa brought her arms around the small of Anna's back, leaning her cheek on her sister's silky hair. She smelled of dandelions and sun.

"After all, we're sisters. And no matter what mama and papa say, I will be right here." Anna's pink lips curled in a child-like smile as she snuggled closer into Elsa, grateful for her sister's closeness. It'd been too long.

AN: Well, I wonder if anyone actually stayed throughout that train-wreck. If you did, I congratulate you on your perseverance. You've got a lot; that's for sure. Thanks, and take care. I will update this soon J.