Do You Like Girls?

Elsa put down the book she obviously wasn't getting anywhere with and took off her reading glasses. She never felt so placid before, so calm and indifferent to anything that was happening. Even when she heard a pan echo in the kitchen followed by her brother's voice berating the darn thing for falling in the first place. This serene feeling was a stranger within Elsa and yet she welcomed it.

Her mind idly fluttered once again to earlier this evening when Anna and herself went grocery shopping.

Elsa had come home after curtly turning down any form of accompaniment from Anna who was more than willing to walk Elsa home. Whining did not help her cause. Having made her way home, Elsa handed Kristoff the ingredients she had picked up, at which he made a jovial comment on what ensued in the grocery store. This garnered a light blush from the stoic girl who turned away rather quickly, giving the excuse that she was hungry and she scurried to her room. Afterall, it was his turn to cook dinner and she was kind enough to stay out of his kitchen when he wanted to try his hand at a new dish.

And so began Elsa's attempt to stimulate her brain and rid it from the embarrassing memories of being pinned by Anna's voracious appetite to devour vulnerable, shy blondes. However, everything she tried to do ended up with the exact same end result. That being a slow disinterest in whatever occupied her mind at the time and a strong pull towards the thought of Anna in that blue dress of hers. The way she skipped lightly from aisle to aisle and the way she would run her hands over her twin braids, pulling them to the front of her shoulders. The way she hummed softly whenever she got near Elsa. The way her eyes looked skyward when she thought out loud. Everything Anna did left Elsa in a daze.

She lay on her bed for a long time, not even bothering to change out of her jeans. Her heart race picked up as she recalled trying to save the milk. Elsa's back arched up while imagining Anna's breasts pressed against her back. She raised her ruffled shirt and her exposed belly was tickled by the sensation of cold air. Her hands glided down along her own ribcage simulating Anna's fingers as she made her way further down to her loose jeans. Elsa's eyes were closed now, trying her best to retrace Anna's every action.

She didn't know what compelled herself to reminisce in such sensual touch, but she was driven by the primal need and her sensitive skin responded in wonder. Her chest rose and dropped heavily while her slim, white hand eased its way into her jeans and, just like Anna, before Elsa made contact with anything of substantial worth, Kristoff's loud voice boomed cheerfully from the kitchen.

"All right! This tastes awesome! Hey, Elsa, food's done!"

Elsa's whole body jumped with shock and lackluster excitement. She pulled her hand from her jeans as quick as a whip and pulled down her shirt just as fast. Her door was wide open since she didn't expect an impromptu intimate session with herself. Beads of sweat that had accumulated on her forehead were quickly wiped away when she heard her brother's heavy foot falls coming toward her room. She tried to look natural on her bed, grabbing her book and opening to a random page while trying to sit up in a naturally contrived position.

Kristoff's head poked through her door. "Didn't you say you were hungry? Food's done and it tastes pretty darn good if I do say so myself," he said, giving Elsa a burly thumbs up accompanied by a wide smile.

"Uhh, right," Elsa coughed to clear her throat of the audible raspiness in her voice. "Can't wait to eat." She tossed her book aside and swung her legs off her bed, also pushing aside whatever almost transpired in her room to a dim corner in her brain. She didn't want to dwell on anything too deep right at the moment; why she was thinking of Anna when she went to fulfill her needs.

Her brother was quick to notice Elsa's odd mood.

"Are you okay?" Kristoff asked with concern.

Elsa looked at her brother quizzically and questioned, "Why do you ask?"

"Well, you look sorta...drained," he said, shaking his fingers and squinting his eyes. He could tell something was off but could never truly pinpoint anything. His sister, just like many other females to him, were an enigma.

Although she kind of was drained, she didn't want her brother worrying about her. "Seriously, Kristoff? I'm totally fine. Anna just takes a lot out of me, you know." She went to scratch the back of her neck but realized that was one of Anna's nervous habits she had picked up on and instead ran her fingers through the fringe of her bangs.

However, Kristoff's own hand went to the back of his neck and Elsa had a feeling she knew what he was going to say.

"Did you tell Anna yet?"

Elsa's eyes went hard as both siblings intently watched the floor between them. Kristoff continued.

"You have to tell her sooner or later, y'know that, right?" His tone was solid and clean.

Elsa's back hunched over a bit, unwilling to look him in the eye for some reason. "I'll tell her, but I don't know why you're so hung up on it."

"Don't you think she deserves to know. I mean, she's been coming by regularly for some time now." Kristoff then looked at Elsa, scratching his face then crossing his arms. "And I'm pretty sure she, i don't know, has a thing for you." Elsa caught the obvious transparency in his second statement but played it off, gently shaking her head with a somber smile.

"You never know. She probably acts all goofy and flirty around everyone," Elsa said simply even though if presented to a jury she knew her argument would be weak, even with the help of a ruthless lawyer.

Kristoff looked at her with muddled astonishment. "Do you honestly believe that?"

A memory flashed in Elsa's mind. For a fleeting moment, she thought back to when they were selling ice cream on the beach. Two women who resembled fashion models had bought ice cream and one of them asked Anna to accompany her to a cook out. All the while, however, Anna stared at Elsa as if she were the only one on the entire beach. As if she only had eyes for her.

Heat rushed to her cheeks. The platinum blonde swiftly shook her head, successfully extricating such a flagrant thought from her current thoughts.

She looked up at her brother and after a silently undeclared staring contest between the two, Elsa gave an exasperated sigh and gave in. "Alright, I'll tell her tomorrow. Happy?"

His natural smile carved its way back onto his face. "Like a snowman in winter."

A light blush traced Elsa's cheeks as she turned to her stuffed plushie sitting idly by her pillow and before she had time to make a snappy comeback concerning a certain reindeer stuffed animal, Kristoff laughed loudly and boisterously announced, "Now let's eat!"

Elsa stood behind the counter watching the summer sun blaze its glorious radiation onto beach goers and others who found it enjoyable to take a stroll on the boardwalk. It was nearing the month of November and there was definitely a breeze in the air, as if Mother Nature neglected her job no longer and decided it was time for a gradual change. Even still, the blue waters still shimmered endlessly into the horizon with swimmers lining the area near the sands, soaking up as much sun as they could before it became far too cold.

The platinum blonde looked off to the side, eyeing the door of the parlour and sighed when she deemed a sufficient amount of time had passed.

I know I said I'd tell her today but why am I getting so nervous? I mean it is just Anna. Another sigh. But how would she take it? Would she be angry or would she understand?

Elsa's finger kept tapping the counter which mingled with the background noise seeping into the parlour. Red braids and tan skin swam into her mind.

I'm probably thinking too much about this. I shouldn't stress myself out over what Anna thinks. She's just a regular here. Of course I enjoy her constant ramblings and incessant, bubbly laughter but does it really mean anything more? I mean, she could very well act like she does in front of everyone she meets for the first time. She's kind, energetic, outgoing and I'm sure that's just her personality. Anna probably makes everyone feel all warm inside.

Though if she only has eyes for me, I'm not going to complain about it.

Elsa didn't realize she was smiling when she heard Anna come in.

"Good morning, my dear Elsa! And how are we doing today?" Anna walked in the parlour with charisma and charm, her sandal clad feet lightly clacking against the floor. Her bubbly voice pulled Elsa from her thoughts as swiftly as she made her way to the counter.

Elsa ran her fingers through her hair, pulling back her bangs. "Anna, it's already afternoon."

The strawberry blonde waved her hand in a fanning motion as she took a seat on one of the red stools near her heavenly angel. "Details, details. Anyway, not that I'm complaining but what's with the cute smile?" she asked with mildly subdued enthusiasm.

Elsa couldn't help but become self aware of her dainty smile. "So, I need a reason to smile?" she asked, curving her lips into a slight smirk.

"It wouldn't be because of little ol' me now, would it?" Anna uttered in a southern-like accent, batting her eyelashes and bunching up her cheeks.

The platinum blonde arched an eyebrow carefully, a smile still playing on her pink lips.

"Fine, fine, please, by all means, smile all you want. Just know that I pine for your smiles." She then raised her hands and head to the unseen heavens. "I pine for them!"

"Be careful," said Elsa, as she shaded her eyes from Anna's glory that seemed to want to blind her. "You're going to wear yourself out with all that enthusiasm. I don't want you passing out on the floors again."

Anna's freckled shoulders dropped. "That was one time," she said stiffly.

"You sure?" Elsa managed her best sarcastically concerned voice. "I mean, look at your face, you look fairly flushed." She rested one elbow on the back of her hand as she looked Anna's face up and down. "I might need to apply some sunblock on you again."

The redhead held back her gulp as visions of Elsa's soft fingers dancing all around Anna's shoulders and collarbones invaded her mind. Elsa's glorious wintry gaze never wavered. "W-well," Anna started, trying to gain the upper hand in this strange battle of wit and embarrassment, "that won't be necessary. Guess who's immune to the summer heat now," she said with her teal tinted orbs bright and full of playfulness.

Elsa glossed over Anna's form. Her auburn hair was done in two braids as per usual with her freckles prominently displayed across her features. She wore a simple pink one piece dress that had a small, white sash tied around her waist. Such a perfect outfit.

Elsa put a finger on her chin and pretended to think. "Hmmm... There was this young child who didn't seem to be bothered by the heat at all. Or could it have been the old lady that came in and treated herself to a mini cupcake. Although there was that dog who seemed to truly be enjoying all the heat and what about-"

"Elsa!"

The high tempered girl cut off the slender blonde's mini soliloquy. She was whining with a disarming pout plastered on her face. "You're so mean. If you don't wanna answer just say so and I'll find another way to tease you."

With a light giggle Elsa leaned over and rested her elbows on the counter and her chin in her hands. She was practically eye level with Anna and only a few inches away from her freckled face while a devilish smirk played easily on Elsa's pink lips. "Alright, I'll play along. So, Anna, tell me, who's immune to the summer heat now?"

Anna was caught off guard. Her mouth stopped moving and all her senses went to work trying to enjoy the moment. Elsa's charming voice, her pine cherry shampoo, and the sight of such wondrous, winter eyes.

Oh jeez. I think I broke her...

"Um, Anna?" Elsa tilted her head, enticing a small grunt from the redhead.

Anna's eyes blinked from their trance and she regained consciousness but lost memory. "Huh? Oh, um, hi. Yeah, sorry, what were we talking about again?"

Elsa couldn't suppress her chuckle. "Well, you were going to tell me who's immune to the heat."

"Was I?" Anna questioned then scrunched up her face in deep recollection. "I was probably gonna say how you get me hot and bothered more than the summer sun, but I can't really remember..." She sighed heavily and dramatically. "See, this is what you do to me. You make my brain stop working." Her eyes suddenly turned suspicious. "Wait a minute. You did that on purpose, didn't you."

Elsa scoffed as she flinched backward. "You did that all on your own."

Undeterred, Anna put on her best girl-next-door expression and traced the neckline of her dress with one slender finger, pulling the fabric slightly. "Hey, Elsa, do you know what flirting is?"

Elsa's eyes dilated and her amused expression became distraught, a deep blush paving her cheeks. "Th-that was not... I wasn't trying to flirt or anything." Her milky white hands tugged the bottom of her shirt and she looked away from Anna, thoroughly embarrassed.

"Ha hah, yes!" The freckled redhead pumped her fist in the air, delighted to see she'd won. "Even when you turned the tables I still made a comeback! It is Anna who is victorious today!"

The blonde standing behind the counter groaned to the side letting the embarrassment run its course.

"By the way," Anna peered behind Elsa, "where's Kristoff? Is he out on another delivery? He's been coming and going a lot these days."

Elsa's eyes wavered and she casually rubbed her wrist. "He's...out." She then glanced over to the seated redhead. Anna was smiling, politely waiting for Elsa to continue, however, she did not.

Anna was suddenly conscious of how Elsa acted. The way she curled and uncurled her fingers. The way she shifted minutely from side to side. The way she kept pushing back her bangs. How she tried to occupy her hands and occupy Anna's time. Holding her attention. Anna felt that Elsa was a little off.

"Oh, Anna!" Elsa flashed a beaming smile. "We're offering this strawberry cone ice cream for a limited time. You should try it." Before she could even finish her sentence she was making a cone for Anna. A strawberry and vanilla swirl ice cream on top of a maple syrup dipped cone.

While she was making it, Anna was eyeing her love interest with keen observation skills, although there weren't that many skill points put into that to begin with. She couldn't quite figure it out but if she had to guess, she'd say that Elsa was trying too hard.

"Let me know how it tastes."

Elsa handed Anna the cone who accepted it with some confusion as she was deep in thought.

"Oh! Umm, thanks."

Before Anna could take a bite Elsa's eyes lit up. "Wait, wait!" She reached over the counter and grabbed a bottle of honey in a squeeze bottle. "It tastes really good with honey on it. Do you want some honey on it? You should try some honey on it." Elsa's porcelain face gave a tight grin.

Anna took a moment to respond. "Sure thing, honey."

Elsa's cheeks blushed for a brief moment, but it quickly dissipated.

She began to pour it on when Anna spoke. "Do you like girls?"

The blonde blinked twice and retracted the bottle of honey. The seriousness in Anna's voice is what caught Elsa off guard. "Where is that coming from all of a sudden?" she asked warily.

Anna could see all the reasons why Elsa would be treating her differently even if it seemed like the same interaction to anyone else. Thoughts of yesterday flooded her mind and her mouth worked faster than her brain could process complex thought.

"I'm sorry if I came on too strong at the grocery store. You seem sorta off and it's probably because of me. I didn't mean to touch you like I did and I never don't want to not stop coming here but if you just tell me, I'll stop my...uhh advances, if you can even call it that because I'm pretty sure it's borderline sexual harassment but for you I can totally stop. Though it'd make me really happy if you did like girls because then, y'know, I'd have somewhat of a chance, I think, though you never really told me if you did and I'm totally rambling now so I should stop, right? Right. Stopping...now."

A relieved breath would have been released by Elsa if she wasn't so impressed. The platinum blonde thought she was acting normal and that was her first mistake: to act in front of Anna. The strawberry blonde squirmed in her seat uncertainly while the heavy air in the parlour lifted in Elsa's eyes.

You're too considerate. I don't know how you figured out I have something on my mind, but you did so I might as well tell you now. You sure are something else, Anna.

Elsa cleared her throat awkwardly, albeit alleviated. "Thanks, Anna. I needed that." The charming voice caught the redhead off guard. Elsa set her face. "That kind of behaviour in a grocery store is pretty serious. Who knows what someone would do if they caught us like that. They might have thought you were attacking me."

Elsa regarded the girl's dejected face, eyes downcast and mouth frowning, and continued, smiling inwardly. "Having said that, if you promise not to pull a stunt like that again then we could go out to other places." She paused, thinking carefully about her next words. "And I never said I didn't like girls."

Anna's head twitched.

Elsa didn't notice and tried to get to the heart of the matter. She tucked in a strand of her hair behind her ear anxiously. "I'm surprised you noticed me acting differently today and there is something important I want to tell you... I'm just not so sure how to say it..."

Anna stood up abruptly, startling Elsa. Her teal eyes were wide and focused intently on the blonde.

"Uh- Umm... Anna? Are you alright?" Elsa's voice was unsteady.

The redhead shot out her hands and grabbed Elsa by her slender shoulders making her jolt up in surprise. She practically fell onto the other side of the counter as she leaned way over to Elsa who was trying to back away. However, Anna held her firmly in place.

"Are you serious? Like seriously serious?!" Anna's mouth and eyes were perfect circles, shock and amazement and so many other bubbly feelings attempting to gush out of her like a technicolour rainbow. Her freckled cheeks glowed low in the artificial light as the sun covered the sky in a golden hue.

"Anna," Elsa tried to speak as if she were talking to an overly energetic puppy ready to jet off in whichever direction the stick was thrown. "Let's dial down the excitement just a tad, alright? Look, you even dropped your ice cream."

The freckled girl looked where Elsa was pointing and gave a sullen expression. "Aw daaangit." She glanced back up at Elsa. "I'll clean that up."

Elsa stared at Anna for a few moments trying to convey her unspoken words, but when that proved severely ineffective the blonde simply tapped her shoulders where Anna's hands rested. She removed them with an "oh, right, sorry" then carefully picked up her cone, trying her best to scoop up her ice cream with it. Elsa whipped the towel hanging from her pocket and dampened it under some running water. She then tried to wipe down the counter but was met by Anna's hand ready to accept the towel Elsa was going to use. With a small sigh she handed the girl the towel.

"Thanks," Anna said as she commenced wiping down the counter with one hand and awkwardly licking her ice cream that was in the other.

"Getting back on topic," Elsa said as she ran her fingers through her bangs. "I need to tell you something important."

"What could be more important than telling me you're not opposed to liking girls?" The redhead uttered absentmindedly.

Elsa took a breath and watched Anna's cherry face for a brief moment, watched her braids sway with the movement of her hand, then spoke.

"Kristoff and I are leaving for a few months."