1 Year Later.....
Frida had been acting weird lately, almost like she was ignoring Agnetha. No, that couldn't be. Frida would never ignore her, right?
Agnetha had enough and decided to pay the Anderssons a visit. She just hoped Benny wouldn't answer the door. She liked Benny, she really did, but as Agnetha and Frida were drifting further apart, 'BennyFrid' (or whatever the fans called them) only seemed to be getting closer. Was her love abandoning her? After 9 wonderful years?
Shaking, the blonde approached the door, silently praying the Frida would answer the door. Unfortunately for her, she was greeted by a rather stressed man, who flung the door open and didn't seem to fully realise who was there.
"Oh, hi Anna." He seemed breathless, running a hand through his hair.
"Benny." Maybe she should just run away and come back later?
"I expect you're hear to see Frida, right? She's upstairs sleeping but will probably be up soon." Benny smiled, inviting her through to the living room.
'That's strange.' Anna thought to herself. Frida's a night owl, she never sleeps.
"Is she alright?" She asked as soon as she sat down.
"Who, Frida?" Benny laughed. "Yeah, she's fine. Just... you know. Well, you don't, but I'll let her tell you. It's good though, I promise." Benny smiled like a child. "I'm going back out to work on some songs ready for 'the visitors' and I'll be back late. Dinner's in the oven, her water bottle will need to be re-filled when she goes back to bed and keep an eye on her please, call me if she needs ANYTHING. All the kids will be away tonight." Benny ranted, blushing slightly.
"Alright Ben, I'll take care of her. I never realised you were so overprotective." The young woman giggled, relaxing slightly.
"I just want them to be okay." He stuttered awkwardly, leaving Ags alone in the room. She heard him saying goodbye to Frida upstairs, who seemed awake yet awfully sleepy. They sounded incredibly in love and she felt slightly sick.
Ags heard the door slam and slowly crept up to check on Anni-Frid. Slipping into the bedroom, she saw the love of her life lying peacefully against her sheets.
Sneaking up on her darling, she clambered onto the bed and snaked her arms around Frida's waist. "Hello, you." Agnetha kissed her shoulder blades, feeling Frida tense.
"Ags." She mumbled, a softness in her voice the younger woman had rarely heard before.
"I miss you."
"I miss you too." Then Frida did something very unexpected. She ran into the bathroom and began vomiting violently. All the blonde could think to do was rub her back, trying to comfort them as best as she could.
Once she'd finished, Frida neatly got up and went to brush her teeth. "Are you okay my love? Have you caught some sort of bug?"
"Sort of, Ags, sort of." She evaded the question.
"Why haven't you visited me?!" Agnetha got straight to the point.
"It's been difficult lately, Agnetha-"
"You never call me Agnetha." That was another clue something was up.
"Let's go sit down." Frida picked up her hand and the other woman's skin bristled.
"Would you like me to brush your hair, Frid? She hoped so, she really liked Frida's hair. She really liked Frida.
"If that's what you'd like to do, be my guest." Frida sounded nervous. Frida was never nervous.
"What's wrong? Talk to me." Agnetha went to grabbed the hairbrush and carefully worked the tangles out of her lovers hair. "You look so beautiful." She glanced up into the mirror and saw Frida smiling at her.
"Not as beautiful as you."
"Agnetha...."
"Yes, tell me."
"Agnetha- I-" The redhead bit her lips. The blonde gently stroked them with her fingers, and she immediately stopped.
"Spit it out!" She giggled, but now noticed a sadness in her eyes.
