"I don't understand! She just left me there and told me to call her and I was like—"

"Whoa, whoa, feisty, slow down! My head is spinning here!"

"So is mine, Krist!" She still hadn't had any idea what had caused her head to spin—that kiss, or her confusion. She'd gotten home an hour later, feeling especially tired. Physically, not really. But mentally… she felt as if her brain was going to melt. She figured her parents' had gone to bed, knowing that it was almost three in the morning. With that in mind, she decided to call Kristoff just as she'd gone up to her room and locked the door.

Anna wouldn't want her parents to hear her conversations—not with someone they didn't know she was working with anyway. Nevertheless, she knew eventually she'd have to reveal this 'job' that she'd taken in in secrecy.

Their parents only believed in the fact that Anna was a waitress working late nights in a bar.

But never mind that matter. What mattered now, was the woman that left her stunned to the point that she didn't even know what she was saying to Kristoff.

Oh, but she was more angry than confused. Nobody had ever done something so inappropriate to her. Well… not yet anyway. But, as improper as it'd been that night, with that woman's hands holding her, burning her with passion in a single kiss, Anna... liked it. And her body desired more… even if she thought otherwise.

She plopped herself down in the bed, after dropping her clothes on the floor. A groan sounded, and so was a chuckle from the other side. "What's so funny?"

"It's funny because you were so eager to see Miss Arendelle and now, you're complaining? Hilarious."

"Look, it's not every day that someone would give you a stack of money and try to seduce you after seducing someone else."

"Wait, what?"

"Nothing." Almost forgetting that Elsa had given her her phone number, she fumbled for the little card. No matter how many times she checked the front and the back, there was nothing but her phone number. She wondered what Elsa was doing in a strip club like this. Anna wasn't complaining—as much as she hated to admit it, she found that the place was looking quite fancy but modern.

Hans had told her, Elsa was a CEO. But of what sort?

No matter. Gathering all the information she needed about her will happen soon.

If I ever get to see her again, that is.

"So? What did she do?"

"She gave me her phone number."

"Ooh, I guess she really wants you then."

Anna chewed on her bottom lip, staring at the nine-digit numbers for the hundredth time now. Her heart was pounding, contemplating what else to say next. She was speechless and, she knew it, Kristoff was right. Friends, she says. Gods, what a joke.

She turned to her side, with an exasperated sigh following after. It's strange. I don't oppose this at all.

Gulping, she stared at her wall blankly. "I don't understand, Kristoff."

"Well, me neither. I don't understand why you're complaining about someone like her trying to chase after you."

"It's just so sudden!" she yelled, exasperatingly.

"Life is strange, okay? Anyway, if you really think this whole ordeal is wrong, why don't you give her a call? She'll understand. But keep in mind that you really do need that money."

"What, do you really want me out of the business, already?"

He laughed. "You wish. I'm just trying to take care of a friend, alright?"

That put a smile on the woman's face. "Alright."

He wasn't wrong. Of course, Anna needed that money or else she… oh, it was hard to think about what she'd end up losing if she failed to pay. And shit, how could she deny that she did want to see her again? To make her feel the way she did again? There was no harm in it.

And somewhere deep down in the bottom pit of her heart, she craved for another touch—

The woman gasped in silence. What am I thinking?! Immediately, she heard laughter from the other end.

"Oh my god, did you really just say that?!"

Her cheeks began to flush scarlet. "What did I say?!"

"That you… 'crave for her touch again'? Oh, wow, you really are deep into this whole… thing."

Gods, that was embarrassing! Anna shut her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I can't believe this…"

"Me neither. Anyway, you should call her. Sort this whole thing out and… I don't know, figure out what you two are to each other. I'm tired after tonight, get some sleep, feisty."

"Hopefully, if I could stop thinking about her."

"Well, just rub one out then."

Her face blossomed red immediately, sitting up at his obscure remark. "Kristoff!"

"Just kidding, Anna. Make sure you get a good sleep. Good night."

She laid on her back, teal eyes looking dreamily at the ceiling after they'd hung up. The whole thing wasn't unpleasant, she knew. But it wasn't the most pleasing situation ever. Anna sighed and picked the card up to stare at again. Nothing was going to change if she continued staring.

Perhaps, waiting for a call from this gorgeous—and she hated that she was admitting the beauty that the woman possessed—blonde, would be a great idea. She considered it.

She's probably sleeping right now.

And so should Anna, but with Elsa still in mind, there was no way she could go to sleep.

The woman's phone number continuously ran through her mind and she desperately wanted to call. She wanted answers. But it was to be too late in the night, and Anna was tired.

Well, more aroused… than tired, perhaps.

Anna gulped at the mouthwatering thought of Elsa's hands caressing every part of her—she could still feel those hands clasped around her waist, her body flushed against hers, and those luscious lips… Perhaps, she really should take Kristoff's advice.

She shut her eyes and turned to her side. "God, Anna… no time to think about that now."

Of course, it'd been a long day. One would say a kiss would relieve someone' stress but that one kiss had left Anna in a confusing state. Not quite satisfying, per se, but it could be a start of something… intimate. More caring.

The corner of her lips perked up, amusingly.

It was no matter whether she despised the woman of authority, or not.

What she did know was that she'd taken quite an interest in Elsa. It was no doubt that blonde did too.

"I haven't seen you smile like that since the first day I transferred to this floor."

Elsa raised her eyebrows and her blue curious eyes from her computer. There was Olaf in front of her, a huge grin running across his pale cheeks. "Olaf, what are you doing?"

He shrugged and lifted up a bag. "I brought us lunch. Thought you could use a break."

Olaf pulled out a chair and sat across her desk, placing the bag on the table filled with paperwork.

Elsa eyed him up and down—he's acting like a child.

Despite, looking like a mature adult with his clean-cut black hair slicked to the side, and a well-tailored suit fitting his body, snuggly, his personality wasn't looking that much like an adult's. But who could blame him? Every adult has their own child-like personality. She only wished he could be more professional at work—not… coming into her office at any time of the day.

Nevertheless, Elsa wasn't really opposed to it. Never had a care for it.

Licking her lips in temptation, she leaned back in her seat, her legs crossed together.

Olaf was waiting. Elsa just didn't want to tell anybody, anything. "I'd like a sandwich."

He tilted his head and pushed the bag towards her. "Feel free to take anything you want. I have more than enough in here. I'll be handing some to Eugene and some others later. After we talk." He cleared his throat, getting closer to the desk. Olaf didn't seem too hungry—he was really hungry for Elsa's details though.

The man leaned against his fist, an elbow supporting his weight. "Do you mind if I ask what you've been smiling about?"

This time Elsa wasn't smiling—she was careful to hide it. A single pout and sigh turned Olaf's smile upside down. Usually, Olaf would grab some desserts for lunch, as well.

"My apologies, they ran out of cake."

"It's fine," she waved it off. "I'd rather you not ask, though."

He stayed silent, watching the woman nibbling on her sandwich. Her eyes were back to her screen. Without the cake, she really didn't seem much interested in the sandwich.

"Perhaps... that mark around your neck has something to do with your smile? Of course, it's just an assumption and it's a mosquito bite, but it's—"

"Mark?" Elsa's body tensed. Olaf pointed at the side of his neck.

"Mind telling me now?" he questioned, eyebrows raising with curiosity. Olaf was always a little nosy about her private life. But as a friend and someone who'd been with Elsa, he deserved some answers.

The woman's blue eyes were nothing, but bright. She put her sandwich down and made her way to the glass walls. Her hands were in her pocket, and her mind was in another world. She smiled with grace, her eyes looking down at the people walking through the streets. It'd gotten quite busy this morning.

Already, she focused on her reflection, seeing how happy she was… well, more, intrigued. "I've never… seen a girl like her."

Olaf nearly choked. "G-Girl?!" he chuckled. "You met a girl? Like... a girl, girl? Not another one of your..."

Elsa shrugged her shoulders and glided her fingers down the path of her fringes. It'd gotten quite long, and she'd taken consideration to trim it a little. She tilted her head, and let a few strands fall over her eyes. "A few days ago… I went to Hans."

"His club?" He rolled his eyes and hoped Elsa wouldn't see it when she turned to lean her back against the glass.

She smirked. "I do need to have a bit of fun sometimes, yes?"

Olaf huffed. "Is this any way of keeping a secret from a friend?"

"It'd seem pretty unprofessional considering we are just colleagues here. And I am your boss."

Was that a threat? Olaf didn't seem to mind the glaring eyes burning through him. "Before that, I still am your friend. Now, would you mind telling me about this girl? Perhaps, telling me why you went alone without me?"

"You'd think I'd bring you with me to a strip club?" Amusing, alright.

"That's what friends are for, right? To bring each other to places. Anyway…?" Well, he was persistent. She waited, in hope for Olaf to change the subject. When he didn't she sighed and turned, her back against the wall.

"Hans told me about a newcomer…"

"Oh? Now that's rare. And it's the girl?"

"Yes, now… he's only doing this… knowing she has potentials… and knowing, she needed money."

Olaf stayed silent, and her smile turned upside down. "Don't you mean…"

"I offered to give her some."

"And?"

The woman sighed with frustration. "She didn't accept it."

"Well, of course!" Olaf exclaimed, his voice booming loudly. "She couldn't just accept something from someone who she'd barely met." Oh, now that was funny. Elsa chuckled at the thought of the kiss that sent heat rushing through her. What else could be worse than having to be ravished and at the same time, loving the moment? Money or not, Elsa really was interested in the woman out of all the women in the club… in the world.

"So what now?" Olaf cleared his throat. "I assumed, she'd rejected you and ran away?"

"No." Elsa shook her head, and her chest swelled with confidence and pride. "I gave her my number. I ran away."

Olaf didn't have to say a word. He'd never seen Elsa like this—well, when he did, she was always intoxicated… and she'd always had a woman in her arm while he brought them home, and Elsa having to make every little move to please the other in the back of the car. Nothing seemed more annoying than that… even if it had been distracting for the first few times.

But she'd never given out a number… not to someone she barely talked to anyway.

So Elsa really was interested.

Her blue eyes glazed towards the ground, growing distant, and her body was still. I wonder…

Olaf had gotten up before she could even say a word again. "Well, you seem interested. That look says it all, Miss."

The blonde tilted her head.

He continued, "A look filled with awe, Miss Arendelle."

"It's not that."

He tilted his head. "Then what am I looking at right now?"

Elsa simply rolled her eyes. Although, she knew she found this Anna Andersen quite intriguing—Hans had been talking about her for a while now—she knew, the look of awe and desire was coming too soon. She looked down, her hands clasped together, and fingers braced between each other. "I only find her interesting. At the very least."

His fingers brushed through his hair, as he made his way towards the door. "Well, yes, but… it's different."

"I barely know her."

"You've given her your number."

"I don't expect her to call."

"Well, we can only hope. You'll know what to do. I'll be in my office, finish your lunch please."

The door finally clicked shut, and Elsa took the chance to let a deep breath out. It'd been a while since she'd last been in a relationship… not that she expected herself to be in one now. Her work needed her at all times and her parents… Goodness.

They'd always been arguing whenever they could, even when Elsa would come home once every few weeks. Even on the phone! It'd been tiring. She dreaded coming home, but fortunately, today was not that day.

Today, she got to go see Anna.

She was happy but contained. She wouldn't want to get too excited.

Elsa leaned back on her seat, fingers in her hair. Her eyebrows crossed at the thoughts running through her mind. Her parents had always stopped arguing whenever she came into the view—almost as if there was something that she shouldn't know. Goodness, she was going to be 23 soon—a full grown adult, with the freedom to do anything she wanted—and yet, her parents restricted her freedom to even ask 'why are you doing this?'.

She knew she wasn't a bad daughter… and they weren't bad parents either. But the arguing had grown more and more as she'd gotten older. Things were rough and she'd had enough.

At this point, Elsa couldn't figure out why they couldn't just divorce.

But whatever.

This was their problem, and Elsa had her own.

The night in Las Vegas was stunning with lights brightening the town splendidly. Cars filled the streets, and the club was beginning to fill up with people for an… eventful evening. Loud music muffled through the halls, staffs screaming for others to follow proper instructions. Anna had a job to do.

There was still time left until she would be out. She decided to stay in her dressing room in the meantime, making sure her makeup was perfect.

Thoughts of Elsa had been bothering her since the day they'd both met… well, yesterday. It wasn't in a bad way, but… it was distracting.

She sighed and slapped her cheeks lightly. "Get over it, Anna." Not with that card hanging from the mirror. She groaned as she glanced at it and ripped it out from the edge. Why she brought it to work, it was beyond her. Her lips pursed tightly as she reluctantly took another look.

By now, she was able to remember the whole string of numbers.

"Stupid… this is so stupid—"

Knock, knock.

The door swung open, and she turned to see a big, muscular blond smiling behind her. "Shouldn't it be time that you get out?"

She wished it wasn't. "Kristoff, you're not allowed in here!"

"Well, now I'm in here." He took a step into the room.

Anna sighed and began fiddling with the card again as if something would magically appear if she fiddled enough with it. It'd gotten quite crinkly after a day.

Kristoff peeked over her shoulders. "I thought you should be heading out now."

She hummed. "In a few minutes—Hey!"

"Yoink." The big man smirked as he waved the stolen card over his head. "What's this? A number…?"

The woman growled, arms crossed over her bare stomach. "Give it back, asshole."

"Ouch." He winced at the harsh word. Anna never looked so embarrassed within the two years they'd been friends. "Hmm… Do I get to guess?"

"No."

Is it… Elsa?"

Her cheeks flushed a bit and that had revealed everything. "Ooh… Elsa's number… it's the real deal!"

"T-That's not—ugh, fuck you. Now give it to me, and let me out." She quickly snatched the card from his hand and pushed him away to the hall. He smirked, his eyebrows wiggling in amusement. Anna began to have second thoughts, wanting to go back in her room as it was just a little too noisy here.

Even noisier when she could hear Kristoff's mind screaming for answers. He could be such an asshole sometimes. "Alright, are you done looking at me like that, because I have a job."

"Oh right." He chuckled as he walked alongside her, passing through running staffs and other colleagues. It smelled of sweat and perfume here… not a good combination. "Hey, did you call her?"

She scoffed, her heels clanking louder than the staffs' screaming. "What, did you really think I was going to, after what we've talked about yesterday?"

Kristoff shrugged. "I know that you can't keep things out of your mind once you're so into them. Are you sure you don't want to see—" He cleared his throat at the threatening teal eyes glaring at him. "I mean, seriously, call her?" Oh, Kristoff knew Anna wasn't such an easy-going person, but… she was easily swayed. Anna would be easily convinced with just a little… nudge.

The girl took a deep breath and exhaled up towards her bothering fringes. It really was getting a bit annoying but Kristoff wasn't completely wrong. She knew that. "No, I think I'm fine."

"For now." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Don't put your words into my mouth, Reindeer King."

"You know I'm right, feisty."

They were nearing the stage, and all Anna needed was confidence to get through the night. Although some had kind of slipped through her.

It was dark behind the curtains, yet… it seemed quiet. Unlike the entire ruckus through the hallway. The light was dim, but she knew there was a whole audience waiting for a performance that would bring everyone into an ecstatic state of mind. She took a deep breath and exhaled a couple of times for luck.

Her heart was beating at sonic speed but she didn't feel afraid. Gods, she just wanted to get this night over with.

Some part of her seemed to be longing for the same kind of stare that Elsa had given her a night ago.

"You ready, feisty?" Kristoff prompted. Déjà vu again?

He didn't even have to ask. "You know, after last night, I was born ready."

When the curtains open, she could feel nothing but heat pooling over her body—perhaps, because of the intense lighting shining above her, or just the stares that would make her feel weak in the knees. Her heart was in her throat, and slowly, she managed to tangle her body around her pole, her legs wrapped around the metal and her head tapping against it.

She stared into the light, swallowing at the silence that filled the room. It was unlike last night.

A sensual music slowly came to and she began to play around with herself and her prop a little. It was slow, and the pole was cold against her warm bare body. She'd exposed almost everything to everyone, and yet, nothing seemed to sway her to leave in embarrassment. It was as if she was already used to the stares… the dirty looks that people give her.

It wasn't too bad.

Her body was swaying to and fro. Circling around and around like water—

And she finally caught her eyes with quite familiar blue eyes shining towards her, a flute of wine in her hand and legs crossed elegantly. She shined brighter than the lightings. The blonde smiled and gave an acknowledging nod. Her eyes were too hypnotizing to get away from.

But she didn't let the woman get to her concentration—

Until she found a brunette heading towards Elsa's way and whispered a few things… her hand squeezing atop of the blondes. And she took it! Anna twitched with a burning passion. With a smile slowly coming across her face, and another small glance (Anna wasn't sure if it was a polite glance), she got up from her seat and followed the brunette.

For some reason, Anna was boiling inside and she couldn't figure out the reason why. It wasn't as if they were … together. She really shouldn't feel—what do they call it? Jealousy? Ah, yes.

Her eyes followed the two and—Her hands! Around the woman's waist!

With the music immediately stopped, they were near gone from the club. Anna quickly ran towards the edge, breathing heavily—her heart nearly stopped, the moment she saw a patch of platinum blonde leaning forwards towards the woman… arms around each other.

So what was the big deal?

Elsa was a beautiful woman and she could get anyone she wanted, whenever she felt like it. Ah, the deal was… Elsa had kept her eyes on her since yesterday and yet, there she was running away with someone else.

Anna's cheeks blossomed angry red, her lips forming a pout that didn't look cute. At all.

Now, she knew what she was going to do. Anna was going to give her a call.

The nerve of her!