(yes i know day 2 is actually date night but the date night i have planned for them isn’t a corny romance while this one is. kinda). Anyway. Glad to those who enjoyed the prologue chapter. In this one, we stick with Anna’s POV and learn a little more about their relationship. Time jump, but it’s explained in-text. Enjoy~

It was the mandatory ‘snuggles in front of a movie’ date.

Anna was honestly surprised it had taken this long.

She’d first pitched the idea several weeks prior, only to be met with a little chuckle. They were at the back of Elsa’s shop, and the young woman was currently adding some sort of pattern to her foot. Anna couldn’t fathom how she was able to mark her body in such a way, but when she’d asked, Elsa had simply shrugged and told her that she enjoyed it; that it was her body; that she liked what the marks represented.

Anna’d waggled her eyebrows at that. “So, you enjoy marking, huh?” she asked, a lascivious grin adorning her lips. Elsa had only rolled her eyes in response.

But, now they were here. Anna had set up her hard drive to just play through a random playlist of chick-flicks and horrid rom-coms (starting, of course, with Bridget Jones’ Diary and probably ending with Love Actually, just to perk them up. Also, Hugh Grant). They were lying on Elsa’s couch, Anna’s arms wrapped around the taller woman. The position had taken some working out, but they’d sorted it out the very first time Anna had stayed over.

Elsa liked being held, and Anna sure wasn’t going to complain.

… The fact that Elsa had set up the couch for her to sleep on may have been something she’d argue against, though.

It wasn’t that Anna was against sleeping on the couch; she’d done it plenty of times, either at sleep-overs or parties. But this was different. She and Elsa had been seeing each other, exclusively, for over three months and Elsa still didn’t want to share a bed.

That… well, that hurt a little. Anna wasn’t a virgin (and she’d been too scared to ask Elsa if she was or not. It didn’t really matter, technically – Anna was just nosy), but she wondered if something had happened to Elsa to make her… well, make her not like physical contact.

Elsa was fine with kissing, up to a point, though she rarely initiated it herself. She was fine with doing it in public. After that first kiss at the end of their first 'real’ date, it had taken Elsa a very short amount of time to take the lead with small pecks, and if Anna initiated it, they’d make out for hours (even before they’d talked about exclusivity and labels).

Anna certainly wasn’t about to complain about that aspect.

But things like- well, like the movie-watching. Elsa hadn’t balked at the idea, but she never seemed particularly keen on it.

Anna glanced down to the woman in her arms. Elsa was hugging a cushion, almost in the same manner that Anna was hugging her, eyes glued to the screen. They both had a glass of wine on the floor (though they were taking their time with this one – they’d already demolished the rest of the bottle during dinner). Anna pressed her nose into Elsa’s hair, humming lightly. Elsa hadn’t seemed keen on it, but it really hadn’t taken much to convince her, anyway.

If there was one thing Elsa liked, it was cuddles and snuggles (movies? not so much). Anna was more than happy to provide both. She felt, rather than heard, Elsa’s responding sigh of contentment, and it only made Anna hold onto Elsa a little bit tighter. “Enjoying the movie?” she asked.

Elsa gave a light chuckle and said, voice dry, “I don’t even remember what it’s called.”

She must have felt Anna’s pout, because she sat up and turned around. Her hands came up to cup Anna’s cheeks and she placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “Hey,” she said. “The movie doesn’t matter. Just wanna spend time with you.”

With her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and bottom lip jutting out a little, Elsa looked so adorable that Anna had to kiss her.

So she did.

It was one of the greatest feelings in the world, kissing Elsa. Her lips were so warm and soft. They tasted, more often than not, of mint (occasionally, she’d wear a cherry lipgloss that was fantastic, but not quite as good). She’d return the gesture with equal vigour, humming into Anna’s mouth.

And, she kissed so different to anyone Anna had ever kissed before. Soft, yes, but with a purpose (which was probably something along the lines of 'get Anna aroused as fast as possible). It was something Elsa excelled at, if Anna were frank with herself. Of course, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Anna felt herself shifting, moving up so Elsa was between her body and the couch. The tattooed woman barely seemed to notice the change in position, even as Anna deepened the kiss.

But then Anna’s hand touched the bare skin of Elsa’s stomach, underneath where her shirt had ridden up in the move. Elsa’s hand came to wrap around Anna’s, and she slowly broke apart.

Anna didn’t heed the warning – was it even one? It only took a few seconds, though, before Elsa was holding her in place and refusing to allow her any closer – physically and emotionally. Her hand was squeezing Anna’s wrist, a little tighter than before, and her eyes were clear – nothing like the hurt and confusion and arousal that swam in Anna’s.

“Anna…” Elsa began. And Anna could see in her eyes just how much she wanted to look away. How much she wasn’t saying. Maybe she was waiting for Anna to speak – to offer an excuse. It wasn’t like there was anything wrong with what had happened.

But Anna remained silent, and Elsa had to take another breath before continuing. The movie was still playing in the background, completely ignored by the duo still entwined on the lounge. Upon stumbling across that realisation, Anna jerked back, bringing her hands in close to her body as a form of punishment.

She wasn’t allowed to touch Elsa. Her girlfriend.

Whatever dignity and good mood Anna had left crumbled at that thought. Maybe she was being sensitive about this issue, but- but Elsa hadn’t wanted to snuggle in front of films. She’s never offered to share a bed. Anna always had to initiate kisses. And now this?

Was Elsa just with her out of some kind of… pity?

As soon as that thought crossed Anna’s mind, she felt herself tearing up. She hastily blinked them back, terrified of the repercussions if Elsa were to see. She looked up to – respected – Elsa so much.

“I-I’m sorry…” she ended up saying (whispering, rather). She looked away, unable to handle the distress on Elsa’s face and the knowledge that she was the one to put it there by being too forward.

“Anna…” Elsa tried again. “It’s not you. Please, Anna, look at me…”

It took effort, but Anna managed to tear her eyes away from her lap. The time hadn’t helped her to dispel the tears that were gathered, and her heart broke a little further when she witnessed Elsa’s face fall.

“It’s not you,” she repeated. She moved slightly so her legs were crossed beneath her, and Anna watched as she brought a hand up to rub at her eyes. “It’s me,” she murmured, head low. “I’m not ready to- I don’t- I don’t want to sleep with you, Anna. I’m- I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have led you on like that.”

The final admission was spoken so soft that Anna almost had trouble hearing them. She almost asked Elsa to repeat what she said, before the meaning caught up with her. The moment that happened, her heart lifted and she found she could breath easy.

It wasn’t her. Elsa just wasn’t ready, and that was okay. They’d only been seeing each other a few months. For someone like Elsa, Anna could wait an eternity.

For someone like Elsa, Anna would wait an eternity.

“Elsa, it’s fine,” she said, voice low. “I just… I’m not a virgin. And I like sex. And it’s something I really, maybe, wanna do with you one day. But!” she cried out when it looked like Elsa was going to interrupt. “But I don’t need it. As long as I get to hold you and kiss you and be with you, that’s more than enough for me.”



She gave Elsa a smile, but it slipped from her face when she saw that her girlfriend was the one tearing up. Anna didn’t say anything as she took Elsa in her arms, their positions similar to, but not exactly the same as, earlier that night.

“You have no idea how much that means to me, Anna,” Elsa said softly, nuzzling her face into the crook of Anna’s shoulder. “You’re one of the best things to happen to me…”



She fell silent after that, but Anna felt no need to fill it with words. This was enough for her. It was pretty much perfect.