She'd expected something similar to last time. But it wasn't like that.

Olaf ordered her something fruity and exciting she couldn't ever pronounce, and Anna insisted on a full retelling of how and why Elsa wanted this job. It was nice.

The music was just subtle enough to be appropriate and groups of friends sat around tables laughing and joking. Those dancing were making a show without being ridiculous. Maybe not a family setting, but definitely comfortable.

"You know, I always wanted to be a model," Anna was saying, stealing the tiny umbrella from Elsa's glass. She twisted it between her fingers. "I was told I didn't have the figure."

Olaf scoffed, slapping the table with an empty palm. He'd already downed his first beer and was about to get another. "No way! You're fucking gorgeous."

She laughed at him, Elsa glared. He shrugged as if it concluded his point and walked away.

"What do you think?"

Elsa raised her glass, sipping the pink substance. "What do you mean?"

Anna's smile grew. She twirled the umbrella again. "Am I as gorgeous as your boyfriend thinks?"

The blonde nearly choked. She dropped the glass, not caring when some of the liquid sloshed out, coughed awkwardly into the crook of her elbow.

"Boyfriend?" she basically wheezed, looking up to find Anna trying her hardest not to laugh.

"I'm guessing that's the wrong label?"

Elsa shook her head, glancing toward the bar. "He's not my boyfriend. He's more like a brother."

Anna nodded in understanding. "Mm. My bad. Just thought since you two were so close..."

"No."

It was harshly finalizing. Like the very idea disgusted her. Which, in a way, it did.

The redhead held her hands up defensively, smirking. "All right, alright. Don't bite my head off over this."

"Yo, Elsa, hottie at twelve o'clock," Olaf hissed, sliding in beside the blonde and jerking his head to the left. He was smirking much like Anna, but Elsa didn't take his look as offensively.

She couldn't help looking. No wonder Olaf still thought she was straight. She saw Anna looking, too, out the corner of her eye.

She knew she knew him from somewhere. His demeanor seemed so familiar. But the backwards ball cap he wore and his high color hid the majority of his face.

Anna must have been able to tell who it was, though. "Hans," she murmured, a smile twitching her lips up.

Oh. That's where she knew him from.

"Huh?" Olaf asked, looking over at Hans then Anna.

The redhead rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "That's Hans. He said he had a date or something tonight."

That only seemed to confuse Olaf more. "Woah, woah, wait. So you know that hunk?"

She laughed at his description of her brother. "You could say that."

Elsa shook her head, sitting back in her seat and fingered the rim of her glass. "He's her brother, dumbass."

He nudged her half-heartedly, feigning hurt. "Hey, I didn't know, alright? You gonna go talk to him?"

It was directed at Anna, who only snorted. "No. He'll be back at the apartment tonight so I'll see him then. Doesn't mean he has to become part of my social life."

The two fell into a low conversation, but Elsa couldn't include herself. She was watching Hans, subtly, annoyed by something that hid at the back of her conscious.

So she didn't hear when the music shifted course. From respectively romantic slow songs to something a bit more upbeat and offering. Several more friends and couples found their way to the dancefloor.

Anna gapped when one song started, catching Elsa's attention. "Oh, I love this song!" Her eyes drifted over to the blonde. "Please, please, please dance with me, Elsa?"

The blonde stared, then snorted. "I told you, I don't dance."

The redhead's jaw set. "You also said you would last time we hung out."

Elsa mouth opened, but she found she couldn't argue. She had said that after all. Damn it.

"Fine," she groaned, but it wasn't agitation twisting her gut up. It was pure nerves.

Against better judgement, but egged on by Olaf, she followed Anna out onto the floor. Into the midst of people who'd already found a rhythm to stick to.

Into the belly of the beast.

Anna's hand found her own, and everything in Elsa startled and stalled for a moment.

Someone bumped into her, she jerked forward instinctively. Just to find herself so close to Anna she could've counted all those freckles.

She stumbled back as Anna laughed, and thankfully they found a decent amount of space to work with.

It took a moment for Elsa to feel less heated. She watched Anna start to move, swaying her hips, body in perfect harmony to the music. She tried her best to mirror those actions.

But it wasn't fun. And if she was doing this, she was going to enjoy it.

Biting back that annoying worry, she grasped Anna's wrist and, surprising the redhead, pulled their bodies closer.

It only took a moment for Anna to see what was happening, maybe she knew the dance. If she didn't, she was one hell of an improvisor.

They swayed and brushed past each other effectively, like waves in the water, sometimes intermingling, sometimes separate.

Elsa couldn't help that she actually felt relaxed and happy.

And then the song was over, and Anna bumped into her and stayed, laughing and clutching Elsa's upper arms.

And Elsa didn't think. She just did.

Her head ducked down, their lips met breathlessly.

And all Elsa remembered was watching Anna's back, watching her push people out the way as she ran from Elsa.

A/N: Sorry, please don't hate me! Happy Thanksgiving (early)!