She kept the window down in an attempt to keep her temperature even. She felt hot, uncomfortably so. It didn't help that being so close to Anna seemed to worsen her condition considerably.

Not that she could even fathom the concept of caring, however.

They kept quiet, either from lack of conversational options or from sheer awkwardness was debatable. The radio was turned up as a way to fill the silence, blaring something along the lines of modern pop.

She kept glancing over at the redhead. Anna sat with her back straight, hands clutching the wheel like it was her lifeline. Her eyes never once left the road, not even at stoplights, but her lips occasionally moved as she lip synced the words to some of her favorite songs.

Of course it only took about five minutes to reach Elsa's house.

The engine rumbled, humming below the music, and Elsa swallowed uneasily as the car pulled into the driveway smoothly. She really, really didn't want to leave. But at the same thing, this was the most uncomfortable experience she'd had in a while.

She couldn't help that she didn't immediately get out, that she just sat there and nibbled her bottom lip. She nearly jumped when the quiet was ended by Anna clearing her throat

"Listen, if you need anything, or even if you don't, you've got my number." It sounded strange, but Elsa didn't dare question. She just nodded.

Anna returned the gesture by reaching down and flickering off the safety lock, then paused with a hand pawing at her hair. The look of contemplation was so sickly sweet.

"Um..." She seemed like she had more to add, but a shake of her head told Elsa that regardless of what she wanted to say, that was it.

"Okay... I'll see you later. Tell Hans and Kristoff I'm sorry I left so fast."

Anna offered a faint smile. "They were so caught up in the game they probably didn't even care."

Too true, Elsa thought. "Heh, probably. It was kinda funny watching them fight like that, though. They looked like kids yelling over a toy or something."

The redhead actually laughed. It was unsteady, but sincere, offering a more light-hearted tone to filter over them. "Nah they always look like that," she joked.

Elsa threw her own gentle chuckle into the mix, making both relax further. It felt carefree. It felt like it had before.

That's what made Elsa suddenly clear her throat, hand falling to the door handle. The thought of that night. She loathed herself for it, even now. Anna tried, but things hadn't been the same since. This was the first time they'd been alone since they'd reconciled.

"Again, thank you," the blonde concluded, grip tightening on the cool metal pressed into her palm. "I already feel better."

She'd barely pushed open the door before a hand was on her arm. She jolted, what felt like electricity fanning out over the entirety of that side. Her gaze immediately fell back to her friend.

The redhead quirked an eyebrow, perhaps at herself, tipping her head in confusion. "If you want, we can grab something to eat. You didn't really eat anything back at my place."

Elsa felt her neck flush. So someone had been paying attention to her loss of appetite. And it had been Anna of all people.

But it was the proposal that had her palms turn sweaty.

"Oh, n-no, that's okay. I'll nibble on something here, don't worry about it."

There was one thing she'd learned, though. Anna was persistent. Even through their awkward, closed off phase.

The frown that blossomed on the younger woman's face could have melted the toughest of hearts. It was so innocently disappointed that it hurt.

"Oh come on. Please?" There were those puppy eyes Elsa had been waiting for.

She sighed, but internally she was ecstatic, albeit jittery, as she carefully pulled the door securely shut. "You win," she muttered, reaching for the seatbelt.

She couldn't stop her lips from pulling up at the corners, however. Anna saw. It brought that summer like smile back full blast as she reached for the gearshift.

Elsa only shook her head.

"You're the fastest eater I've ever seen," Elsa commented, making the woman across from her give a shy smile.

"Yeah, well, I really like food," came the saddest comeback in history.

It wasn't that Elsa minded. Or that she was staring! No, not at all.

She just felt awkward having half a plateful left when her companion was already downing for secund glass of iced tea and pushing away a dish with only crumbs left.

She picked at her turkey, screwing up her mouth in a way that Anna had come to call her "guessing grimace". She couldn't help she sometimes looked stupid while thinking.

"Here," she stated firmly, pushing her plate across the table top.

For a second, Anna stared at it like she'd never seen something of its kind. Or maybe it was the prospect of sharing that was foreign.

But then she was pushing it right back. "Oh no, no way. That's yours. I've eaten twice already. You've barely touched anything."

Elsa scowled. She dropped her fork, letting it hit the glass noisily for good measure. Anna thought of herself as strong willed; Elsa just hadn't joined in.

"If you don't eat, we leave, because no one's eating."

Those pure teal eyes narrowed. "You're bluffing."

Elsa smirked. Then began to stand. Anna gaped, then scoffed, then quickly stabbed the smallest piece of turkey on the plate with her silverware.

"Fine, but I'm barely eating anything."

Elsa smiled politely and lowered herself again, taking up her own cutlery. "Fair enough."

She only managed three bites before the dish was bare.