I have a friend, let’s call her Penny, that typically reads over my stuff for me and points out grammar errors and so on.

I finally got her to read over all that I have for Warm Cuddles since I kept trying to bounce ideas off her but she kept giving me her ‘context’ stares.

I got kicked in the knee today. Stay with me, it goes with the intro. Funny thing is that was her standard threat for handing unfinished projects over for her to read. She just went and did it for once because obviously I didn’t remember the ‘finished’ part of the agreement.

Anybody else that would like to add constructive criticism/play sound board please PM. Penny is nice, but she tends to share the same train of thought I do. Plus neither of us can plot out convincing drama for anything.

Also we are jumping all the way back to the parts.



Anna had noticed Elsa’s tensing as soon as she entered the cafe. It was hard not to when she had renewed her efforts to escape. However with her sandwiched between herself and Merida there was little chance of success. She felt kind of bad about it, but sometimes you had to push people out of their comfort zone. Besides, it was a cafe, what was so bad about a cafe?

“How ma-ny?” Anna smirked as she heard Kristoff’s voice crack, her eyes lighting up. That was new. That only happened when he was nervous. Why was he so nervous? A quick look to where his eyes was pointed brought a hypothesis, he was staring at Elsa. Kristoff couldn’t keep his eyes off Elsa who was staring right back. Holy cannoli! The big guy had a crush on Elsa, and she was either a. terrified of him or b. had a crush right back.

Suddenly her ever present smile faltered for a mere second at the thought. Oh, that might be what was so bad about a cafe… But then she was able to roll into some small talk before the thought could show. She rambled on purpose for once. She could barely remember what she said, but whatever it was got them a booth and a menu for Elsa. Mostly she was just satisfied by the too hard smack to his chest. Being as large as he was it didn’t do much more then make him grunt, but it was satisfying nevertheless.

Anna also realized she had been one step away from forcing Elsa into the closest booth. Thank heavens she had enough mind to abort that. She did however possessively took the seat next to the blonde. The act tickled some part of her brain and when it clicked it killed all and any rationality.

Anna recognized the signs and hide the terror on her face by quickly digging for her wallet in the tote by her side. She was jealous? Why? Okay, she knew why. Elsa was hella cute. What, wait huh? The thought was enough to force a realization. Now she felt bad, ashamed. She had no reason to feel jealous and even less to poke her nose into either of their business. Well, Kristoff was a friend but Elsa was barely acquaintance material. There was a line and she had almost jumped over it with both feet.

Besides he would be a good boyfriend, hell a great one even. Kristoff was a good guy, kinda dorky and any gal he dated would have to accept his dog as part of the Bjorgman package. He was hardworking and looking forward to college. And if Elsa liked him there was no reason for Anna to stand in her way. He’d be good for her, sweet and nice and more than willing to be as patient as she needed him to. Actually she should be more worried about Elsa being good for Kristoff. She barely knew Elsa.

More so Elsa wasn’t the kind of person that would kindly accept confessions.

Elsa didn’t seem to notice the possessiveness or the abrupt seating. Worse she had looked more calm when Anna had placed herself between the two. A fact that did nothing to get rid of that little envy-green part of her that was practically singing over it. Again she resolved a way to get herself out of this instant crush mess.

Her hands had long ago dug to the bottom of her tote, her mind idly noting that she really needed to clear out the old sticks of gum something awful.

“Oy, Anna, earth to Anna.” Anna blinked, refocusing on the world. Merida had a hand in her face, raising an eyebrow. It took a few waves of a hand to get Merida’s fingers out of her face. As answer Anna yawned, purposely over exaggerating as she stretched and felt some bones pop in her back. “Nice to have you back Space Cadet, how was Mars?”



“Dry. And Boring. Anyway, what were you trying to get my attention for?”

“Recommendations. Elsa here doesn’t trust my sense of taste.” Anna had to bite back a laugh as Merida jerked a thumb in Elsa’s direction. Merida was disgruntled but Elsa seemed unphased by her tone of voice.

“It isn’t that I don’t trust you, just your appetite.” So the shy lady had some snark to her. Anna couldn’t help but smile at the way Elsa’s nose mockingly wrinkled in distaste. Ironically matching her room mate’s without knowing it.

“You saying I eat too much?”

“Oh no, just more then I can and with more vigor too.” Anna was starting to realize that Elsa did have a sense of humor, if the soap-fish sandwich hadn’t already clued her in. It was just that Elsa had a weird sense of humor, a dry one that was more odd half-sarcastic occasionally childish wit than college frat boy. Plus she was so hesitant with it.

“Well.” Anna reached and gently flipped the menu’s pages to its lunch section. “Bulda is known around campus for having a kick-ass lasagna. The kid’s menu has a smaller version if you’re worried about finishing it. Oh, and the double fudge choco-loco cheesecake is a must for a first timer.”

“Chocolate?” The way Elsa had looked up with interest had her jerking up to look at her. And then staring as she caught sight of the smile that was growing on her face. So, she was a chocoholic. Nice to know.

“Oh gods, make sure you have some milk to wash it down. That thing is rich enough to stand a spoon in.” Merida wrinkled her nose, remembering her first experience with the food.

“Meri…” Anna shook her head, their idea of desserts differed. Wasn’t all cheesecakes supposed to be that way?