The kiss was clumsy, wet, and salty. It lasted but a moment, but that moment would change everything. The Fates demanded it. Society demanded it. Human Nature demanded it. To insist otherwise was like trying to stop a tsunami with a hand.

The instant Anna saw the shock and disgust in Elsa's eyes, she recognized this simple fact. When Elsa saw the heartbreak in Anna's, she did, too.

Anna ran. It wasn't her choice. It was part of a plan written long before her conception, by powers greater than anyone could hope to beat. It was her destiny.

The weeping girl reached the door and fumbled with the handle before pulling it open. She was halfway past the threshold when Elsa yanked her back into the room by her collar. She landed on her back, throat stinging from the force of the pull. She watched as Elsa slammed the door shut and froze it, sealing the only hope of a less painful end.

Elsa was yelling and crying. Anna couldn't hear any of it over the deafening chorus of "Why?" echoing through her head.

Why couldn't she hide it?

Why couldn't she stop it?

Why did she have to love her sister the wrong way?

It wasn't her choice. It was part of a plan written long before her conception, by powers greater than anyone could hope to beat. It was her destiny.

Why did it hurt so much?

Why did it have to mean the end of everything?

Why was it always love that tore them apart?

The Fates demanded it. Society demanded it. Human Nature demanded it. To insist otherwise was like trying to stop a tsunami with a hand.

Elsa was hugging her now, begging forgiveness, promising it wouldn't change anything, pretending she could fight against destiny.

Anna hugged her back and prayed. She prayed to the Fates, to Society, and to Human Nature. She prayed for mercy. She prayed for forgiveness.

Together, Anna and Elsa waited for the wave.