Anna stood, in shock, at the sight before her. There, in Oaken's pub, sat everyone she cared about. Kristoff and Sven, inseparable as always, sat closest to the door. On Sven's other side, Olaf, his black pixie cut covering one of his large, concerned eyes. Rapunzel was even there, sitting on her fiance's lap. Behind them stood Kai, Anna's Veterinary professor and close friend. Everyone was here. Except, of course, Hans. She didn't think to much of it. Though in the back of her head, his absence bothered her greatly. Kristoff opened his mouth and spoke first.

"Anna." His eyes were solemn, with an air of finality. No, it was more... grief. He was so sad. It scared the redhead.

"Anna, we're here..." he paused, as if bracing himself.

"Anna, we're here about Hans." Oh no. Fear grabbed her heart and pulled it down into her stomach. She turned around and bolted for the door, only to find Oaken, the owner of the pub, between her and escape. He towered over her, shoulders wider than the door frame. However, Anna could see the soft but firm expression in the large man's eyes.

Anna was panicked. Her friends and family were all here, in Oaken's pub. They had gathered for her. About her and Hans. Her breath came infrequently, let out in sobs and sighs, only to be brought back in by offended gasps, held for a few seconds before being released again. It went on for what seemed like hours. Kristoff would say a few comforting words to her, only to see that they spurred on more tears. Her friends had told her the truth which she had already known. Anna had known for years that she was in a bad situation with Hans. No, bad didn't cover it. the way Hans treated Anna... he never beat her. He never assaulted or molested her. No, what he did had the potential to be much worse.

Anna had met Hans in her sophomore year of high school, his Junior. She had immediately been struck with the tall, muscular redhead. She had, of course, admired the boy from afar. Every girl had. He was one of the few in the world who could pull off sideburns so flawlessly. Hans wasn't a football player. No, he had a reputation of being the most attractive choir kid out there. His earnest smile could trigger the distant sound of panties (and boxers, in many cases) hitting the ground from miles away. So one day, when in Medieval History, Anna glanced over to see Hans staring at her with big puppy eyes, she had taken her opportunity. That is, once she took a week to build up the courage. Their arrival to Prom that year was legendary. Anna, in a simple green dress adorned with a darker shaded corset, a yellow rose on her wrist. Hans in a white tuxedo to beautifully pressed and cleaned that it resembled a military outfit, accompanied by a dark blue undershirt. they were the talk of the school for months. Hans and Anna lasted well past high school, and soon the two were living together, Anna going to college and Hans picking up odd jobs.

However, things were not how they seemed. Hans... changed. Anna had noticed it, of course, but she dismissed it as the progression of time, and left it alone. She ignored the change for so long, she hardly noticed when Hans' occasional jokes about her career plans turned into daily insults directed at Anna. She ignored it when he started searching through her phone daily, suspicious that she might be going somewhere other than classes every day. She didn't even notice the dark look that Hans gave Kristoff and Sven the first time she invited them over. Soon, Anna had become different person as well, in response to Han's mental torture. She became shy, hardly contacting any of her friends. for her twenty-first birthday, when Olaf had invited her to Oaken's for a night of introductory drinking, she had declined. Or rather, Hans had seen the message before Anna and deleted it. Anna now lived under constant repression, save when Hans went out into town, getting himself into a stupor that would often last days.
It was during one of these binges that Anna received Olaf's message.

Anna! get to Oaken's quick! I think I've caught one!
-Olaf

Anna, knowing that she had the next day or two off, had immediately jumped at the chance to see Olaf's possible progress. Olaf was Anna's cousin, and he was as straight as the rainbow he rode in on. Coupled with the fact that Olaf had been raised by incredibly homophobic catholic bible-thumpers, and you get a punk/stripper with a jet black pixie cut, white tank top embezzled with the album cover of some grunge and/or screamo band, and jeans skinny enough to risk the integrity of his toes. Other than the outfit, Olaf was almost the reference image for gay jokes everywhere. He had just the right amount of lisp in his voice, and a vally girl accent obviously adopted by marathons of Glee. His rambunctious nature and years of sexual frustration burst forth from him when he moved out (was forced out at 16) from his parents' house. He had spend every weekend since then at Oaken's pub, finding attractive (usually obscenely straight) young guys and hitting on them so hard they walked out of the place with a few bruises.

So when Anna got Olaf's message, she pulled on her thick wool mittens, a sweater big enough to be a cloak, and a beanie. However, when she arrived at the pub, she had expected to see her cousin in the arms of a handsome man, or at least draped desperately over the poor bastard's shoulders like a horny ragdoll. instead, she found the group of people who force her foot forward on the journey to the rest of her life.