This feels sort of incomplete but? I still like it so eh:

“Anna won’t find out?”

“As long as you don’t tell her.”

Natasha was raised as an assassin. She knew how to read people like a picture book, she knew when people were dangerous, when they could, almost, be trusted and when they couldn’t. This girl, Elsa, was dangerous.

When Natasha came into the modest New York apartment (that still cost a small fortune) the temperature dropped, quite literally, several degrees. Elsa did not find a government employee walking into her apartment very agreeable and Natasha didn’t blame her.

They’d talked for a long time, Elsa obviously knew about the Avengers, she’d done her research and Natasha was impressed. Elsa was only 21, but The Black Widow wouldn’t be surprised if she was quite the formidable opponent.

Now the blonde sat in front of her, pondering her deal; all expenses paid, hero work. Only when called upon, of course. Elsa was working long hours at an architectural business and going to night classes, Nat had done her homework too, and while her family’s wealth was certainly enough to pay for everything, for now, it wouldn’t last forever.

Elsa was smart and Natasha knew she’d hear from the young woman soon. The front door opened and a cheerful “I’m home!” signaled the end of Natasha’s visit. She didn’t mind, and she gave a cheerful wave goodbye to the bumbling redhead who was hanging her coat.

“Elsa? Who was that?” Natasha smiled as she closed the door, the two seemed like a good match. Natasha had indeed done her homework, but who was she to judge the relationships of others?

“Just a coworker,” Elsa responded, the tension from talking with the assassin began to slide off of her. Anna had that effect, one of calm excitement that always left Elsa more relaxed than perhaps she should be.

Anna gave a harumph and closed the distance between them, hooking her arms around Elsa’s waist and kissing the older woman’s cheek, “I answered a question perfectly in biology,” she smiled up at Elsa.

Elsa loved her so much, she practically beamed down at Anna and said, “well, perhaps you need a reward?” Anna’s eyebrow quirked and let her gaze rake over Elsa’s face and upper chest, her smile becoming slowly more predatory.

“Hmm, what kind of reward?”

A light squeeze to the buttocks had Elsa laughing, “I was actually thinking ice cream and a movie!”

Anna’s eyes lit up with more than desire, “Ah! Clue! And root beer floats!”

Elsa laughed again, “Go put in the movie.” Anna danced off, after a kiss of course, and Elsa went back to the kitchen to whip up two root beer floats.

She wasn’t sure about Natasha, or the organization “SHEILD” that she worked for, but she knew of the Avengers and she wanted to know more. Besides the added income wouldn’t hurt and the training they could put her through was probably one of a kind.

She could control ice, water vapor, anything that held water and could be frozen. Her father warned her countless times to never show anyone, to never use her abilities, but he’d died, as well as her mother, in a boating accident and Elsa didn’t get the continual reminders after she was 18.

She experimented. She froze a pool, built snowmen and watched them come to life, and even made sure it snowed on the first Christmas after their parents’ death, just for Anna. She made her first suit when she was 20, only a year ago, and went out on a very chilly night to stop several petty robberies.

After that, she was hooked. She loved the rush of the chase, the wind whipping in her hair as she froze a path in front of her, skating faster than ever advised. Her first suit was muted, the ice crystals dull and quite, her newest suit was nothing like it. She formed it from pure snow and it refracted and reflected light so well it was hard to look at even in the dark.

The Ice Queen, the Ice Devil, the Snow Queen, the Frozen Lady, Frost, all were names bestowed upon her. She liked Frozen Lady, not that she’d tell anyone that, but that was beside the point.

Anna didn’t know, wouldn’t ever know. Wouldn’t know that her root beer float would never melt nor that they didn’t have an AC bill. But Elsa didn’t dwell on that, because she had a movie to watch and a lover to cuddle.

Elsa smiled at the red head lounging across the couch, she couldn’t be happier if she tried.

Also, I realize I didn’t fully understand the prompt for yesterday, uh, oh well, I don’t think I’ve seen any classic romances to put Elsa and Anna into anyway…