She glanced at him. "No."He waited, hardly breathing.Soft music spilled out of the front doors of the restaurant as a couple entered.A car sped past on the highway in front of them.Elsa inhaled deeply. "I kissed Anna." A pause. "I'm in love with her." She looked at him nervously, ready for his inevitable outburst.Kristoff blinked. Once. Twice. His brain wasn't comprehending the words.Elsa grew bolder at his lack of aggressive response. "And you're right. I do trust you. I trust that you love Anna as much as I do, and that you won't do anything to hurt her with this-""How long?" Kristoff asked, his voice terrifyingly neutral. Elsa felt a chill run up her spine, the words throwing her mind back to the confrontation with her father. "How long have you been in love with her?"Their breathing was the only sound to fill the car as Elsa searched for the right way to respond. "A very long time," she admitted."That's why she left me, isn't it?" Kristoff blurted. "Right before she went to England. That's why she left me." He turned back to the wheel, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back against the headrest, chuckling dryly. "God. She said it was 'complicated', but I had no idea…