Anna had successfully worked well into the afternoon without a single distraction from Elsa.

Well, that is to say, Anna had actually done no work at all because she was still feeling angry and humiliated and she wanted Elsa to appear just so the girl would see how angry and humiliated she was. The girl hadn't.

Anna couldn't see Elsa through the open door to the bathroom (because she still, apparently, hadn't figured out doorknobs), and she didn't really know what to make of it. Elsa had been in there for hours. Literally! She put it down to the blonde simply sulking—Anna had seen Sven do it on countless occasions, and though it was usually cute, that was probably just because Sven wasn't her dog, and him sulking usually meant that he ignored Kristoff and showered her with love instead.

Blowing out breath, the puff of air tickling her bangs, Anna turned back to her computer. She did, after all, still have that assignment with Rapunzel due at some point in the near future. She couldn't remember. Not that it really mattered, anyway.

After another solid 10 minutes of staring at the blinking line of her MS Word document, absolutely no words following behind it, she gave up. Closing the laptop lid with as much force as she could muster (without breaking it), she sighed and turned around. Her stomach gurgled and she glanced down at it, remembering her pasta in the fridge.

Of course, remembering it also brought back memories of that afternoon, and she felt the familiar regret-tinged dread that made her sick.

Oh, but Elsa had looked so happy, eating her spaghetti. Biscetti. She had called it biscetti, and Anna had a feeling that she would be buying quite a few cans. It looked to be Elsa's favourite food. And really, it wouldn't be so bad if she actually knew how to eat it properly.

Any negative emotion drained away as she made her way to the fridge. She was just too tired, and if she stayed angry, she'd remember the afternoon, and then she'd stay humiliated.

Opening the fridge, she grabbed her container and a fork, and turned around to sit on the couch. Only to see Elsa already lying on across in the foetal position, eyes wide and watching Anna's every move.

The normally pale girl was pink in the cheeks and forehead and- actually, she was pink all over. Her hair was a wet, messy tangle that stuck to her cheeks, and she'd—somehow silently—dug fresh clothes out of Anna's dresser. The shirt was inside out and pants were highly inappropriate for the cold weather, but she'd put them on anyway.

Anna didn't actually know what to feel at the sight of her. The memory of Elsa throwing her food around came back to the red-head, and she scowled. She stood near Elsa's shoulder and touched it with her fingertips, applying enough pressure to move the girl's shoulder.

"Come on," she said. "Off. No pets on the furniture."

Elsa's mouth opened a little, eyes widening. Anna ignored her expression, instead pushing on the blonde's shoulder again for good measure before picking up the discarded blankets and pillow from the previous night and dumping them at the foot of the couch.

"Off, Elsa!" she cried when she noticed the blonde make absolutely no indication that she was going to move.

She did, eventually, after a stern minute-and-a-bit of staring her down. The tinge of guilt she felt at watching Elsa curl up on the blankets was quashed by the devil on her shoulder. Elsa was, simply, a dog in a human's body. That was all there was to it. She was over-thinking everything. Elsa wasn't a child. She wasn't—and didn't even act like—Olaf. The sooner she returned to being a dog, the better.

Struck by that thought, she grabbed her phone from the bench and sat on the couch. The pasta was balanced on her left knee as she shot Kristoff a quick message.

To: Kris (sent 3:12pm)

bro, talked to cabbie yet?

To: Kris (sent 3:12pm)

* pabbie. fckn autocorrect

Putting the phone to the side, she picked up her pasta. It was moments like this she hated being poor the most. Technically she could buy a new microwave, but what if the other one returned like the prodigal son it might be? Until it did, she'd have to contend herself with cold pasta. It was more frustrating than usual just because it was so cold out. Even thinking of the snow sent a small shiver down her back.

Pushing away that thought, she turned her attention back to her phone, which was sitting obstinate and silent next to her on the couch. She purposely kept her eyes focussed on her plate and away from Elsa, whose gaze was focussed on her; frankly, it took all Anna's willpower to simply ignore it. It was weird having a girl stare at you! Especially when not at a bar, drinking. Spooning (or was it 'forking'?) a bit of pasta to her mouth, Anna had the suddenly realisation that she'd never be able to go back to the small restaurant for fear of being laughed out of the place.

She was, once again, angry, and chose to let it out by stabbing the food in front of her.

Fortunately, She didn't have to wait long for a reply; Kristoff was probably looking for any excuse to not do schoolwork, too. She all but snatched her phone up when it 'dinged', and was rewarded by almost knocking over her plate.

From: Kris (sent 3:16pm)

hasn't replied. I'll let you know tomorrow

She read over the response three times before throwing the phone to the other end of the couch and groaning. Tomorrow. What was she going to do with Elsa tomorrow? The girl had already proven that she couldn't be trusted out in public, but the thought of leaving her home alone didn't sit well with Anna, either. At least she knew how to use the bathroom. And Anna could always make sure she ate in the morning, and then before she went to work.

But what was Elsa going to do all day that didn't involve getting spaghetti everywhere. God. It was her new hated food.

And, Anna pretty much wanted to be grumpy. Why couldn't she just sit and mope and be angry for a while?

Shoving the rest of the food into her mouth (angrily. very angrily), she dumped the plate in the sink and grabbed her laptop. There was no way she was getting any work done, and she still had the final season of The Legend of Korra to get through on Netflix (though Tumblr had already completely spoiled it anyway). Plugging in her earphones and settling back onto the lounge, she was completely oblivious to what Elsa was doing (not to mention having a ripe old time ignoring her anyway). To be completely honest, she had no idea what the blonde did for the next four-and-a-bit hours while she marathoned the cartoon, and by the time she had finished (feeling a lot better, mind you. Actually sort of... giddy), it was late and probably time for bed. After a quick shower.

Grabbing her snoopy t-shirt and booty-shorts (because she couldn't stand sleeping in heavy clothes, no matter the weather outside), Anna made her way towards the bathroom. It was rather satisfying closing the door and finally getting a moment to herself. The best part was the knowledge that no matter what Elsa got up to, at least it was in private. Absolutely nothing could be worse than The Spaghetti Incident.

Nothing.

So, she took the time to enjoy the shower. She had that luxury—also, the luxury of finally being alone. Alone with her Mr. Steve Rogers and his ability to be detached from the wall.

Basically, she left the shower feeling incredibly relaxed and happy and stress-free, which was certainly noticeable after the day she'd had.

Even when she realised that she had dropped her underwear outside and had to face Elsa wearing nothing but a towel, it wasn't too bad. Elsa obviously didn't care about nudity, and she was still covered (far more than the blonde. To be honest, Anna never expected to see so much of one girl) (who wasn't herself, of course). As much as she tried not to make comparisons (because that was a little weird, especially with Elsa of all people. The girl couldn't even function as a child, let alone a woman), but it was still slightly disappointing that Elsa had a much nicer body (and disappointing that Anna only just realised and the girl couldn't even take advantage of it).

Shaking those thoughts from her head, she stepped into the living room.

It finally clicked that she was both incredibly stupid, and incredibly wrong.

Her day could get worse. Leaving Elsa alone was what she was coming to believe to be a rookie error. The girl wouldn't survive one day on her own, let alone a day and a night. Her home would be destroyed, burnt down or torn apart or something. Why?

Because Elsa was lying on her blankets, legs curled up beneath her, chewing on Anna's underwear.

Honestly, now, Anna just felt like crying.

Marching over to Elsa, she all but tore the offending article away from the girl, resulting in a disappointed, "Ahh!" from the blonde. It only took one look to realise that the damage was a) extensive and b) irreparable, and another to confirm her worst nightmare (well, spin-off nightmare from this one). Elsa had targeted the crotch.

Now she wasn't sure if she wanted to cry or throw up. Her face either wanted to push as much blood to her cheeks as possible or let it all drain down to her toes; she wasn't sure. Somehow, she managed to asked a question.

"Elsa, why are you chewing on my underwear?"

All in all, Anna was pretty impressed with how she managed to not shout, faint, or completely freak out. Despite feeling incredibly vulnerable, clad only in an orange beach towel because all her other ones were dirty, she seemed calm.

Elsa didn't even answer; instead, she burrowed her head into her blankets. It really was much too for one day. Throwing the destroyed undergarments in the bin, Anna put a fresh pair on before sliding into bed. She didn't even care that she had an 8am lecture tomorrow morning; this day couldn't end fast enough.

She flicked out the light without saying another word.

I regret the decisions to have Anna live without a television. Also, once again, I'm not American, so sorry if I got America wrong (ie. Netflix. I don't understand it _ ). Enjoy! Final angsty chapter next (for the time being) and then back to the regularly scheduled fluff. Trust me, the angst is needed for development (yes it is astrarisks shut up)