A/N: I'm so sorry. Thank you to all who waited.

A thump echoed through the room, followed by a click and a zip.

Elsa stepped back and exhaled. The dark blue luggage case was almost bursting at the seams. Next to it lay another case, purple and packed as well. A grin slowly made its way across her face.

"Okay, good, great," she said to herself. She turned around and went back to her closet, grabbing a sundress and looking it over. With a frown, she put it back and threw a pair of slacks onto her bed instead.

"You're leaving in three weeks."

Elsa glanced over her shoulder. "What?"

Meg flipped through her magazine, eyes trained on a page likely full of pristine forests and foggy mountains. A few moments passed by before Elsa cleared her throat and Meg looked up.

"You were saying?" she asked.

Meg smirked and Elsa suddenly wished she had just ignored her roommate. The other woman put down her magazine and gestured to the luggage cases on Elsa's bed.

"You're leaving in three weeks," she repeated.

Elsa blinked. "And?"

Meg raised an eyebrow. "You don't think you can do this later?" She leaned back into her pillow and straightened her magazine, the corner of her lips quirked up. "Three weeks is a lot of extra time to pack."

Elsa rolled her eyes and turned back to her closet. "Time that I will be spending studying for exams, catching up on what I missed while I was relapsing, and—" she shot Meg a look, "—preferably, time I will spending with my girlfriend." Meg raised her eyebrow again and Elsa huffed, pink blooming on her cheeks.

"Take it easy. It's still a lot of time," Meg said. She licked her finger and delicately flipped a page. "Why the rush?"

Elsa pursed her lips as she pushed articles of clothing aside until she found her winter jacket. She tugged it down and threw it onto the growing pile of clothes she had yet to fold. "I just want to be prepared is all," she said.

Violet eyes glanced over the top of a page and narrowed slightly. Elsa froze, the faint blush on her cheeks darkening.

"You know," Meg said and Elsa's heart skipped at the light, teasing tone. "If you were anyone else, this would be the time I would ask if you needed me to go out and buy protection."

Elsa could have heard a pin drop in the condo. Could have heard someone unlock their door a floor below or heard a bird fly past the window.

Her blush darkened by several shades, her face hot enough to fry an egg. Elsa spluttered and Meg's composure broke. She tossed her head back and guffawed as Elsa grabbed a stray shirt and threw it at her.

"That's not relevant to this conversation!" Elsa shrieked.

Meg pulled the shirt off her head and gave her a huge grin. "Of course it is. I mean, you're going away for three weeks with your girlfriend. How can it not be relevant?"

Elsa bristled and turned away to hide her blush. It was a vain attempt, she knew, since the back of her neck glowed like a stoplight. "I'm going to meet her family. It's not a private getaway."

"Aren't you two going to be sharing a room?"

Every little hair on Elsa's body stood up. Her stomach churned with nervousness and her mind's response was to roll the question over in her head several times. "That might happen, but it still doesn't mean I need you to b-buy—"

"Protection?" Meg quipped and Elsa could hear the Cheshire Cat grin in her voice.

She threw a glare over her shoulder at her roommate. "What makes you think we would even need it?" A tiny voice in her mind questioned why she was even asking that. After the fiasco with Hans, sex should have been at the bottom of her list of worries.

Meg shrugged and picked up her magazine. "I learned long ago that safe sex is always necessary." Her smile turned vicious again. "You should know, STDs were all health classes talked—"

"Okay!" Elsa said. Desperate to change the subject, she grabbed a pair of ankle boots and tugged them out. "Shouldn't you be doing something else besides lazing about right now? I thought you were going out with Hercules today."

Meg hummed. "I was, but then Phil called him for some emergency at work and between listening to that raving old goat and watching you stress yourself out three weeks before vacation, I thought it would be way more fun staying home."

Elsa ground her teeth together. "So you're enjoying my anxiety?"

"Like I said, you should really take it easy."

Elsa groaned and stuffed her boots into a duffle bag. "Easier said than done."

Meg snickered and flipped a page. "Hey, you know that thing I told you when you and Wonder Girl first started dating?"

Elsa finally closed her closet and walked to her dresser. "What thing?" she asked, opening it and rummaging through a few lace undergarments. She tried to keep her composure straight.

Meg glanced over her magazine. The corners of her eyes crinkled with amusement and Elsa felt her blood run cold. "The advice I gave you about enjoying the ride. That applies even more now."

"Meg!"

After another hour of relentless teasing, Elsa hoarsely cried she was done packing. At last, Meg seemed to take pity on her and hopped off the bed to prepare lunch for them both. Elsa followed her with half the energy she had woken up with, shoulders drooping.

"Oh don't pout Elsa, this is a really good thing for you," Meg said, opening the refrigerator and grabbing some lettuce and sliced turkey. She glanced thoughtfully at the ceiling and then smirked. "Even better for me though because I'll be spending the whole break in a condo with Herc."

Elsa scrunched up her nose. "You make it sound as if I'm going to be sleeping at a cheap motel." She pulled out her chair at the kitchen table and sat down. "It's not like I'm going camping in the woods or something."

Meg grabbed a jar of mayonnaise before asking, "Where is Anna's home anyway?"

Elsa's brow furrowed. She bit the inside of her cheek and shrugged. "I don't really know where. I didn't think to ask when she invited me the other night." Her chest tightened when she realized there were a lot of things she hadn't asked Anna recently. Just assumed.

I need to ask her about Hans. I shouldn't wait around for the right moment.

Her insides prickled when she recalled how unsettled Anna had been after seeing him. The ugly, dark side of her brain reared in and hissed that if she didn't find the right moment to talk to Anna about what had happened the other night, she risked upsetting her girlfriend.

"I know it's somewhere along the country," Elsa mumbled.

Meg plopped in her seat and shoved a sandwich in front of her, followed along by a drink. "Doesn't she have a ton of brothers and sisters?"

Elsa nodded and placed her chin in her hand. "It's going to be odd. I was an only child growing up and I never knew anyone with such a large family." She pursed her lips. "Do you think it's going to be weird?"

"It's definitely going to be weird." Meg chewed around a mouth of pastrami. "It's always weird meeting your girl's family. And you're not exactly the type to just jump in without preparing. You're going to meet a whole bunch of people you don't know."

Elsa pursed her lips. "You make it seem as if I'm a mouse that's going to run away at the first sign of danger." She had a panic disorder. She wasn't a rodent.

Meg quirked an eyebrow and jerked her thumb in the direction of their bedroom. "You've got a few weeks of school left before winter break and you're already packed."

Elsa snorted and rolled her eyes. "I told you, I like being prepared." She fiddled with her fingertips. "It helps when things go bad."

Meg tilted her head, a curious look on her face. "Do you think they'll be judging you?"

Elsa's shoulders sagged and she all but crumpled in her seat. "I-I don't know." She gnawed at her bottom lip, trying to ignore the itch starting in her hands. "Isn't this how it's like when you meet the parents?"

"Terrifying?" Meg asked.

Elsa let out a shuddering exhale. "Nerve-wracking," she clarified.

Meg's expression softened. She reached forward and gently patted one of the blonde's hands. "Have you gone back to see your jerk therapist at all lately?"

Elsa sighed and ran a hand through her bangs. "No and I'm not sure if I plan to." Her lips curled downward and the anger from her appointment flared up again. "Actually, I'm quite sure I don't want to."

Meg frowned. "Isn't he, what, your third one? Think you'll get another one soon?"

Elsa rubbed her temples. "I don't know." Meg blinked and Elsa grumbled, "I don't want to hear anyone else say I'm in some late pseudo rebel-stage. 'Dating what Daddy hates,' please." Not that her father would have ever admitted that.

Meg stared at her. "And now I'm glad I never went to a shrink for my problems."

Elsa managed a weak chuckle and leaned back in her seat. "I just don't want to go through the trouble of finding another one." Meg's eyes flashed with concern and she opened her mouth to say something before Elsa raised a hand. "I'm not going to stop with therapy. I just," she shrugged and ran a finger along the rim of her glass, "think I'll hold off on it for now."

Meg smirked and sipped her drink. "And focus on pleasure versus business?"

"Meg, please."

Later, Elsa said goodbye to Meg and headed down the apartment hallway with an extra lunch packed with her, a spring in her step. If she was right, then Anna would be with her theater group right now, preparing for their upcoming play. Elsa grinned and fingered her bag. A surprise sandwich would be welcomed, right?

Just as she approached the elevator however, the giddiness in her stomach plummeted.

Hans stood in front of the doors with his hands in his pockets. He had foregone his usual white blazer and gloves and perhaps it was because of that, Elsa was finally able to pinpoint the indifferent, cold look in his eyes.

Or maybe he's still just sore over the other night. She hardened her jaw, a surge of anger brimming in her veins. Now I wish Meg had keyed his car.

Elsa contemplated just taking the stairs. She was itching to see Anna, but she didn't want to give Hans the knowledge and satisfaction that his presence bothered her. So, Elsa held her head high and strode to the elevator with purpose.

When Hans noticed her, a myriad of emotions flashed across his face. She expected him to regard her with disgust, but instead a polite grin twisted across his face and he turned back to staring at the elevator.

"Good morning to you, Elsa," he said smoothly.

A shudder ran down Elsa's spine. All of a sudden she felt like she was thirteen again, at a dinner party, watching her father speak among sharks.

Two can play at this game.

Elsa flashed him a smile and dipped her head. "It actually is a good morning Hans." She let the whites of her teeth show when irritation flickered in Hans's eyes. Elsa pressed the elevator button and added, "I was just going to see my lovely girlfriend."

Hans raised an eyebrow and then made a show of glancing at his wristwatch. "Oh? You'll have to excuse me Elsa, I thought you were dating an idiot."

Elsa's blood turned to ice. Her mouth pressed into a thin line. "You're excused Hans," she said, fiddling with the cuff over her coat. "After all, it must be hard to accurately judge people when your skills need work." Hans snorted beside her and Elsa smirked. She lifted her gaze back to him and said, voice airy and cool, "Perhaps it's better I couldn't give you special privileges for my parents' company. The application process is very rigorous."

Hans gawked at her. The elevator dinged at last. Elsa stepped onto it with her head held high, a contented smile on her lips. Just as she reached to press the first floor button, Hans spoke up.

"You two come from different worlds you know?"

Elsa's finger hovered over the button. She narrowed her eyes at him. Hans crossed his arms over his chest, smug at catching her off-guard.

"Maybe I don't know an idiot when I see one, but I do know what a fool looks like," he said. His hazel eyes glinted darkly. "Do you think she understands you?"

Elsa stared at him. A mixture of disgust and anger crawled up her spine. She clenched her jaw. The memory of Anna calling her name from beyond her bathroom door kept her rooted.

"That's the difference between you and me," Elsa said coldly, "I know what a wonderful person Anna is."

Hans's smile disappeared. His lips curled down in a dark, ugly frown.

Elsa smirked and made sure to keep eye contact as the doors closed.

"So you have everything packed already?"

Anna's voice was muffled by Esmeralda's shoulder. She wanted to speak up about the lack of oxygen, but her own arms were wrapped tightly around the other woman's back.

"Everything's been packed for two months now Anna," Esmeralda said into her ear. There was a note of sadness in her voice, but the excitement over it soothed the bittersweet ache in Anna's chest. Esmeralda finally pulled back and grinned down at her. "You promise me you won't break down when I leave?"

Anna huffed and shoved her hands into her jacket's pockets. "You make it sound as if I'm a crybaby."

Esmeralda chuckled and kissed her cheek. "I'm just teasing you Anna." She brushed a lock of hair behind Anna's ear. "But do promise me you won't start crying the minute I step on that plane."

Anna bit her lip. "Can't promise you that," she grumbled. "I hate it when people leave."

Esmeralda wrapped her arms around her again and Anna let herself be pulled into another hug.

"It's not forever," she said, stroking Anna's hair. "Besides, I'll send pictures. Of my apartment. The city. All of Paris."

Anna swallowed past the lump in her throat. "Get me ones of the Eiffel Tower? And Notre Dame." A laugh tickled her ear and Anna closed her eyes, fighting back tears.

"I'll keep you guys updated as often I can," Esmeralda said, breaking off their hug. Anna managed a small smile and nodded. The senior frowned and tilted her head. "But before I go, there's something I want to ask you."

That can't be good.

Anna's smile turned sheepish. She cupped her hands together and played with one of her fingers. "Is it about Elsa?" Esmeralda crossed her arms and frowned. Anna sighed and tucked a lock behind her ear. "I figured," she mumbled.

"Are you two doing okay?" Esmeralda asked. The softness in her voice relieved the taut feeling in Anna's stomach. She was glad the older woman hadn't asked her if they were fighting, still fighting, or why she was still in the relationship.

Anna's smile returned and she fingered the silver heart around her neck. "We talked. And it, well—it wasn't a happy talk." Concern flashed across Esmeralda's and Anna hurried to add, "But it was good. Really good. Necessary, y'know?"

"Oh?" Esmeralda flicked a finger against Anna's forehead. "Then I won't be leaving for France with a dark, dreamy cloud over my head worried about you?"

Anna scoffed and batted away her friend's hand. "I'm fine. Don't start acting like Kristoff or my parents here."

Esmeralda's expression softened. "So, you two are good?"

Anna touched her necklace again. A blissful feeling spread over her when she remembered gloved hands pulling her forward into a deep, passionate, and cool kiss. Her lips still tingled. "Yeah," she murmured, blushing, "we're good."

A seed of doubt sprung in her mind. Yes, her and Elsa were much better after Elsa had opened up about her anxiety and past. She wanted nothing more than to make sure Elsa felt certain in their relationship, that she understood the her sudden panic attack.

But honestly, Anna was at a loss as to how she should act now. She didn't want to jump the gun and accidently send Elsa into another panic more than that, she didn't want to hold her girlfriend at arm's length and treat her as if she were made of glass. Anna had had enough of that attitude. She should be supportive. She knew that. She was that.

Except that the old anger and hurt of trying to be The Perfect Girlfriend for her ex-boyfriend still burned. Hans and her relationship had soured slowly, but surely. Familial and societal pressure had strained their initial eager affections into downright bitterness. Anna could still hear Hans's spiteful, angry voice in her ears.

"What makes you think you know anything about being a part of my family?! You're just some girl I picked up from the local high school!"

"Anna?"

Anna jerked back to the present. Esmeralda was staring at her with concern again.

"Huh?"

The older woman pointed down and Anna followed her direction to see her fists clenched tightly. The sting in her palms became present. Anna flushed and shook her hands.

"Sorry, I—"

"You had that look in your eyes again," Esmeralda cut in softly.

Anna stiffened. Silence descended over them. She stared down at her sneakers while Esmeralda looked her over. A part of her boiled over how transparent and vulnerable she felt under her friend's gaze.

Esmeralda smiled sympathetically and patted her shoulder. "Maybe it's time we got a bite to eat. The rest of the guys should be back from getting the spare props. How do sandwiches sound?" She linked their arms together and led them to the entrance.

Anna laughed, relieved, and toyed with her fingers. "I think I'll pass on sandwiches. I'm not that hungry." The opposite, in fact. Her stomach twisted at the thought of food.

Esmeralda frowned. "But you love sandwiches."

Before Anna could respond, a ruckus sounded from the entrance. The rest of their group had finally returned, but now they were accompanied by a familiar figure. Kuzco had his arm wrapped around Elsa's shoulder and was tugging her inside.

"Well, look who we found hanging outside looking like a lost puppy! Miss Queenie!"

Elsa blushed a bit and gently untangled herself from his hold. "Just Elsa is fine."

"Sure, sure sweetheart," Kuzco said with a wave of his hand. He turned to Anna when she jogged up to him. "Just so you know, you only get a half hour break while we're working my little dumpling." He snapped his fingers. "Time is money!"

Anna snorted and grinned. "Anyone ever tell you how generous you are?"

"All the time," Kuzco said, smiling at his fingernails.

Eugene hefted a box in his arms and shot Anna a smile, a knowing glint in his eyes. "You two enjoy your break!" He gestured for Esmeralda and the rest to follow him. To Anna's dismay, the older woman glanced at her before whispering something in Eugene's ear that made him snicker.

When Anna turned back to face Elsa, her girlfriend's cheeks were a darker red. Anna winced and fiddled with one of her braids. "Sorry about that," she said. "They didn't give you any trouble did they?" Elsa shook her head and leaned over to kiss her cheek. Anna's skin tingled where those soft lips touched.

"The opposite actually," Elsa said. "I wasn't sure if I would have been allowed inside so they came at the right moment." She held up her bag and smiled shyly. "I thought you might be hungry. Care to join me?"

Anna couldn't have said no to that smile even if she wanted to.

Ten minutes later, they were situated in a far corner of the theater. Anna was enjoying the feeling of Elsa pressed up against her more than she was enjoying the tuna sandwich. Elsa's hair was soft and cool under her chin. The sandwich tasted like sandpaper.

She told herself it was because she hated tuna.

Anna wrinkled her nose and swallowed a bite. She turned her head and kissed the top of Elsa's hair. "You doing okay?" she asked. Her fingers stroked through pale strands.

Elsa hummed and burrowed deeper into her jacket. Her sandwich lay half-eaten on the seat next to her and that gave Anna the perfect excuse to forego eating the rest of hers.

"I saw Hans earlier."

Anna's fingers stilled. Her stomach curled in on itself. "How'd that go?" she asked quietly. Her ears were ringing.

Elsa sighed and rubbed her temples. "I didn't get to tell you this, but he and I live in the same building."

Anna let out a dry laugh. That explained how the two of them had recognized each other.

Elsa's eyes flicked up to meet hers. "I'm sorry for not telling you earlier, but it just slipped my mind with all that had happened."

Shame wrapped hot around Anna's ribs. She was still kicking herself for her odd episode the other night. On the one hand, she was grateful Elsa had listened to her and relented from asking anymore questions. On the other hand, she felt terrible for leaving her in the dark. Especially after how Elsa had opened up to her.

"Are you mad?" Elsa's voice was quiet, but the worry lingering there set off alarm bells in Anna's head.

"What? No!" Anna cried. She wrapped her free arm around her and kissed her temple. "I just feel bad that you have to share the same living place as him."

Even the thought tasted foul on Anna's tongue.

Elsa chuckled and lay her head back down on Anna's shoulder. "Don't worry about that, I'm quite capable of handling him myself."

Anna cocked a half-grin. "Why do I have the feeling you're being modest?" A puff of warm air by her ear made her shiver.

Elsa pressed a kiss to her jawline, murmuring, "No punches were exchanged if that's what you're thinking."

Anna's grin vanished. She clenched her jaw and cupped Elsa's face with her free hand. "Good," she said, voice firm. Elsa blinked in surprise. Anna leaned over and pecked her girlfriend's forehead. She shifted their position so she could tuck her head under Elsa's chin. Despite the winter air, Elsa's body was warm and inviting.

Elsa's eyebrows disappeared under her hairline. "Good?" she asked, confused. She wrapped her arm around Anna's neck and played with the soft hair on her nape.

Anna fiddled with a button on Elsa's peacoat and nodded. "Yeah, good." She gave a dry chuckle. "I know it doesn't seem like it, but Hans throws a mean punch. I've seen him do it."

Elsa stiffened underneath her. Anna blinked as fingers grasped her chin firmly and made her look up. Those beautiful blue eyes that made her heart skip were ice cold.

"What do you mean by that?" Elsa whispered.

Anna barked a laugh. She took Elsa's hand gently and kissed her gloved knuckles. Elsa's hard expression vanished and she stared in confusion. "Don't worry," Anna said. She laid her head back down and stared at the theater stage. "He never hit me—" he never had to, "—just people who used to give me crap." Her eyes glazed over. "He was really sweet back then."

They had had more picnic lunches than she could remember. Long walks throughout the city. They had visited every major theater and museum within driving distance. Anna wasn't sure if she missed it. Her stomach twisted. What little she ate threatened to come back up. Like clockwork, she recalled how withdrawn and bitter Hans had become every time the subject of his family came up. And their fights. Loud or quiet, they had been full of resentment.

A cool finger poked her forehead.

Anna blinked and Elsa's face came back into focus. Her blue eyes swam with concern.

"You dazed off," Elsa said. She searched Anna's face and Anna winced at the worry in her voice.

"Sorry, didn't mean to. What were you saying?"

Elsa pursed her lips and the hard, blank look she gave Anna made her squirm. She felt exposed. A few seconds of silence ticked by before Elsa pulled back and stared at the stage.

"Hans said something that bothered me."

Anna frowned and clasped Elsa's hand. To her relief, Elsa returned the gesture by intertwining their fingers. She tried to keep the worry out of her voice, but when she asked, "What did he say?" Elsa's frown returned.

"He said something about us coming from different worlds."

Anna's pulse spiked. Fear flashed through her before an undercurrent of anger settled in her bones. She sunk into her chair, staring at the stage. Her jaw worked back and forth. The red curtain and wood reminded her of red carpet and mahogany. Bile rose in her throat. She could see Hans and his father talking in hushed voices, the lining of Hans's shoulders growing taut.

"That girl barely knows what she wants to do with her life. Do you honestly think she's the one for you?"

A soft, gloved hand brushed her cheek. Anna's shoulders jerked and she noticed Elsa staring at her. The look on her face; brow creased and clear eyes searching hers. Anna's chest hurt.

"Are you okay?" Elsa's voice was whisper-soft in her ear. Suddenly, Anna wanted nothing more than to lean into her shoulder and bury her face in the other woman's hair. Elsa traced her thumb along Anna's jaw. "You're trembling…"

Anna flashed a smile and gestured to the stage. "Just stressed about that." Elsa followed her gaze and pursed her lips. A wary look entered her eyes. Anna squirmed in her seat. "It's our last performance with Esmeralda you know? And our last one before winter break!" She gave a small laugh. "So it's a little bittersweet and everyone's kind of on edge. Me especially. I always get so jumpy just before a big event but this is—woah! I can't tell you how much sleep I've lost because—"

"What happened between you and Hans?"

Elsa's voice was quiet, but her question cut through Anna's ramble like a steel knife. Her heartbeat started pounding in her ears. A shiver ran down her spine and Anna pretended it was the winter cold. "Nothing happened," she mumbled.

Elsa clasped Anna's hand in both of hers and tried to catch her gaze, but Anna stared at a spot over her shoulder. "Something must have happened between you two if it caused a scene like that the other night."

Anna cringed. She looked down and pulled at a loose thread on her jeans. Elsa squeezed her hand. Another shiver raced down Anna's back. She was hyperaware of how close Elsa was, how easily she might see the tremor of Anna's lips.

"You two were together before, weren't you?" There was no judgment in Elsa's voice, but Anna couldn't help wondering how anxious her girlfriend might be about her and Hans's previous engagement.

"Yeah," Anna whispered. She squeezed Elsa's hand and rubbed her thumb in quick circles on the back of one glove. Her eyes flicked up to Elsa's face, but she couldn't parse the emotion there. Anna wet her lips and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "It was before you and I ever really talked. A couple of years ago."

Her throat clogged up. She didn't want to think about the time where she hadn't been looking forward to seeing Elsa in class, collected and enchanting.

"Before we were even aware of each other's presence?" Elsa teased. Or tried to. She brought Anna's hand up to her lips and kissed her knuckles. Anna's heart clenched at the tender expression on her face.

"Did you want to—" Elsa hesitated and Anna saw her anxiety creep out into the open, "—talk about it? I know it's presumptuous of me to ask when you said the other night that you didn't, but please Anna. If it stresses you that much, you can—"

Anna bristled. "We fought a lot." Elsa paused and Anna's expression softened. She reached forward and cradled Elsa's hands in her lap. Her fingers played over smooth silk. "I'm sorry. I know this isn't fair to you, especially after everything you told me about your parents, but I can't talk about Hans right now."

Or ever, a seeded voice hissed in the back of her mind. She ignored it.

Elsa sighed and Anna heard the disappointment in it. She brought Elsa's hands up and kissed them, mumbling an apology into the cool fabric. Elsa gave a sad smile and said, "It's alright. I know talking can be...difficult."

The corners of Anna's eyes stung. "Thank you," she said. She leaned over and brushed her lips along Elsa's graceful cheekbone. "Thank you, thank you," she whispered. She kissed the freckles dusting Elsa's pale skin and dipped to her jaw. A powerful urgency to feel Elsa close to her gripped her. Anna cupped her face and trailed a path of heat towards Elsa's mouth. At the hitch of breath she received, Anna felt her nerves fading away.

Elsa angled her head so she could whisper in Anna's ear. "We can talk when you're ready." Gloved fingers slid up her front and circled her neck. "But right now, I think it's a good idea to catch up on the time we missed."

Anna giggled and pressed her forehead against Elsa's. Those blue eyes she adored lit up again. "What did you have in mind?" she asked.

Elsa pulled back and glared at her, a pouting edge to her annoyance. "Oh, don't make me say it."

Giddiness bubbled in Anna's stomach and her cheeks bunched up. Mischief buried the stress in her mind, letting her concentrate on the feeling of Elsa's jaw as she traced her knuckles along it. "Why are you shy all of a sudden? You're the one who grabbed me at the stadium and frenched me."

Elsa blushed hotly and Anna admired the flushed look on ivory skin. "Anna! Please don't say it like that!"

Anna bit her lip and batted her eyes guiltily. "You're right, there was no french-kissing."

Elsa stiffened and the desire that flashed across her face had Anna's blood running hot and nervous. She gulped as Elsa looked way, anxiously worrying at her bottom lip. Anna brushed her thumb along Elsa's cheekbone, moving to reassure her when—

"There can be," Elsa said.

The emptiness of the theater was suddenly poignant and lacking in privacy.

Anna cupped Elsa's face and Elsa's eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips. A beat passed before their lips met. Anna moaned softly when plush, full lips pressed against her insistently. She giggled when Elsa tried to bury a hand in her hair, but failed to get beyond her tightly done braids. Elsa huffed and tugged on them instead. Anna gasped at the light flare of pain.

Elsa took the opportunity to grasp her bottom lip between her mouth.

Anna groaned and her hands slid down Elsa's jaw, over a soft—oh god, oh god—chest to a slender waist. Elsa squealed when she tugged her closer. Their hips bumped. Anna grinned at the giggle in her ear when she nuzzled Elsa's neck. She trailed her hand down, over the curve of Elsa's thigh, and pulled the older woman onto her lap.

Their eyes met. The charged air around them eased to a delicate buzz.

A slow smile spread across Elsa's face. "Hi you," she said softly.

Anna grinned goofily, dazed. "Hi me," she said.

Elsa laughed and kissed her. Anna giggled and returned the flutter of kisses with fervor. Elsa pressed tightly against her, hands holding her face and Anna sighed at the feeling. She caught Elsa's bottom lip between her teeth and tugged gently.

Elsa moaned softly. A shiver ran down Anna's spine. She pulled back, breathless. Her face felt hot and the scarlet tint to Elsa's skin didn't help.

Elsa panted, gaze burning. "We should stop. Your group has a play to set up tonight…"

Anna pouted. "We should."

There was still props to set up, one last minute rehearsal, and the equipment to look over. Still, she made no effort to move.

"Kissing is more fun though," Anna mumbled

Elsa grinned and her flushed cheeks highlighted the delight in her eyes. She brushed her thumb along Anna's bottom lip and shivers danced along Anna's skin.

"It is, but," Elsa laughed huskily, "we are in a public place."

Anna narrowed her eyes playfully. "I'll concede this time Your Majesty, but only because my friends are merciless with their teasing." Anna kissed the finger in front of her and Elsa's blushed darkened.

Elsa cradled her face and the atmosphere cooled. "Maybe it's selfish of me to say this, but I do hope we get more than a little of time to ourselves over the break." Elsa grimaced. "Actually that does sound selfish."

Anna giggled and turned her head to kiss Elsa's palm. "That's okay. I'm liking this side of you."

Just as she leaned in to kiss Elsa again, a voice cut through the air.

"As much as I think every pretty lady should be kissed, you have work to do Anna!"

Elsa jumped away from her, blushing in wide-eyed embarrassment. Anna huffed as Kuzco peeked out from behind the stage.

"You can continue kissing Queenie some other day. We've got another rehearsal to do." He waved his hand at her. "Chop, chop," he said, then disappeared backstage again.

Anna sighed and rubbed her temples. "Sorry about that."

Elsa brushed a hand across her cheek, smiling timidly. Her face was still pink. 'It's alright. I shouldn't have distracted you from your work for so long."

Anna's cheeks warmed. She leaned over and touched her forehead to Elsa's. The blonde let out a shuddery exhale.

"I don't mind being distracted by you," Anna whispered.

Elsa's eyes flickered with emotion. She gulped and her throat bobbed, bottom lip trembling.

"I'll see you later tonight?" Elsa asked, voice thick and wet.

Anna smiled and brushed a light kiss over Elsa's quivering lips. "Count on it."

Theatre night came too soon for Anna. It was only a couple days later, but it felt like her world had tipped on its axis and everything was rushing around her. Two hours before their big act and she felt like throwing up. She was in the back with Eugene, making sure the ropes were secured and the rest of their props were in working condition.

"You look like sunshine and daisies."

Leave it up to Eugene to make sarcastic remarks at this time.

Anna huffed and stuck out her tongue at him before tying the last knot.

"Didn't sleep well?" Eugene asked, moving a lantern post.

Anna bit her lip. Her fingers were shaking and her stomach was in tighter knots than the rope she was fixing.

"I'll take that as a yes," he said.

Anna sighed and wiped her hands on her work jeans. After a moment, she asked, "Am I that transparent?"

Eugene shrugged before grinning. "Crystal. Even a mirror would be jealous." Anna's shoulders drooped and his joke persona disappeared. "Okay, but seriously, you don't look so good. Did you eat anything today?"

Anna chuckled weakly. "I had breakfast." Rapunzel had made sure of that. Anna tugged on one of her braids and chewed the inside of her cheek. "I'm just nervous," she admitted. Eugene blinked, but before he could prod, she added, "What if Elsa doesn't like it?"

Eugene's eyebrows rose to his hairline. He snorted and waved to their set, "What? This? Oh please, I am good—we're good. Everyone will be going, 'Oh shit, a little group did all this? Why I never—'"

"I meant being with me over winter break."

The words were out before she had a chance to keep them in. Eugene dropped his hands and stared at her as if she'd grown a second head. Anna cringed.

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard," he blurted.

She rubbed the nape of her neck with a clammy hand. "Yeah. I think it's just the nerves getting to me," she said, forcing a smile.

Eugene stared at her. "What are you worried about?"

Everything, she wanted to say.

Instead, Anna shrugged and sighed. "I'm probably just being paranoid about this, but you know my family can be...obnoxious. And pushy." She tugged at the white lock in her hair. "What if they make Elsa uncomfortable?"

Eugene finished the last few touches on a miniature building and dusted his hands before approaching her. "Elsa seems like a pretty cool gal. I bet she'll take everything in stride." He slung an arm over her shoulder and ruffled her hair with his knuckles. "Hell, I bet she'll say it's where you got your pushiness from."

Anna snorted and shoved him off her. "I'm not pushy!" Eugene laughed and a smile tugged at Anna's lips. Even if she was worried about introducing Elsa, Anna couldn't deny that the image of her standing in Anna's family home sent a pleasant thrill to her toes.

A finger poked her cheek. "If Elsa can put that smile on your face, your momma's gonna love her," Eugene said.

Anna's cheeks flushed. Before she could respond to Eugene's teasing, Kuzco poked his head around the curtains.

"Anna, if you're done here, that boomdalicious blonde babe of yours is here to see you." He winked and she spluttered. Eugene pushed her towards the stage exit, but not before Kuzco added, "As a master of hunnies, I suggest you look less...sweaty."

Anna stuck her tongue at them as she walked off. Their poorly-hidden laughter followed her as she snuck into the dressing room. Anna spent a few seconds fingers brushing her hair and wiping the sweat off her brow before entering.

She noticed Elsa first.

Her girlfriend was wearing dark blue, almost black, high-heeled boots. Her hair was pulled back into an intricate bun. A few strands curled and framed her face delicately. Pearl earrings caught the fluorescent light and highlighted the sheen of Elsa's red lipstick. A long gray coat contrasted with the colorful bouquet Elsa held.

"Miss Elsa, aren't you full of surprises," Esmeralda laughed.

Elsa smiled shyly and handed the bouquet over. "I wanted to wish you luck on your performance." Her gaze swept over the room and landed on Anna as she drew closer. "Hey."

Esmeralda glanced over at Anna held her gaze for a moment. Something in those thoughtful green eyes made Anna freeze.

Esmeralda hummed and then smiled at Elsa. "Well, thank you for the gift." She cradled the roses gently and said, "I'm going to find a vase for these little ones, be back in a bit."

Anna straightened as Esmeralda passed by her. She whispered, "Don't wait too long Anna."

Anna's stomach flipped over and under. She smiled weakly at Esmeralda as the dark-haired woman disappeared out the door.

Left alone, Elsa didn't hesitate to join Anna's side. A lump caught in her throat as Elsa neared, striding forward at a brisk pace. Elsa was so beautiful it took her by surprise sometimes.

But more than that, she was shocked at how different Elsa seemed now from the reserved, distant woman she'd seen in her classes.

Butterflies danced in Anna's stomach.

"I wasn't sure what kind of flowers were adequate," Elsa mumbled.

Anna tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and giggled. "You didn't have to get a gift at all." Elsa's eyes just twinkled and Anna smiled bashfully. She stood there awkwardly, conscious of the rest of her group outside. "Uh, so you excited?"

Elsa bit her bottom lip with perfect teeth. "For the play? Yes." She looked down at her shoes, ears pink. "I have to admit, I'm just as excited for classes to be over. And that's never happened."

Anna cracked a larger smile. Her girlfriend could be such a nerd.

Elsa wrung her hands together and mumbled, "That sounds so childish of me."

Anna rushed to change the subject. "I can't wait to show you the woods by my house," she said. Her stomach refused to stop turning. "It's breath-taking in winter…"

Elsa's eyes lit up. "I can't wait to see the house you grew up in!" In a split second, horror flashed across Elsa's face. "Wait, that came out wrong! I meant the house you got adopted into! But—"

Anna pressed a hand to her mouth, muffling her giggles. "Have I ever told you you're cute when you're nervous?"

Elsa stopped stammering and stared at her, wide-eyed.

Anna's laughter died in her throat. "Wait, that came out wrong too!" she said.

A beat passed between them before Elsa laughed. Loud and unladylike. Her shoulders shook hard as she tried to muffle her giggles. Anna gaped at her, dumbstruck.

The butterflies from before came back with a vengeance. And something else fluttered. Something that made her heart ache, painful and sweet.

"Places everybody!"

Anna jumped as Kuzco poked his head into the room.

"We start soon so no more visitors," he said. "I want one-hundred percent from everybody."

With that, he disappeared again.

Anna flashed Elsa an apologetic smile. "Talk to you after the show?" she asked.

Elsa nodded and leaned her head down. Anna froze. Velvety, full lips brushed the corner of her mouth. Goosebumps rose along her arms. Just as she turned her head to reciprocate, Elsa pulled back.

"Good luck," she whispered.

Anna just smiled. Her knees wobbled as Elsa shot her one last look before leaving. She poked her head out and watched as the rest of her group waved to Elsa. Anna stood in the doorway until Elsa's braid vanished from sight.

"Anna, honey! You're needed on aisle one!" Kuzco reappeared and waved his hand in front of her face. "Hello? Earth to Anna."

Anna's smile dropped and she pressed a hand against her mouth. "'Scuse me boss," she said to Kuzco before bulldozing past him.

Eugene looked up from where he was setting up costumes for the first scene. "You okay?"

Anna shook her head and rushed to the waste basket. "I'm going to be sick!" she cried.

He laughed as she retched.

The auditorium was packed. It had never filled this quickly before. Though, Elsa couldn't really say that for certain. She had only visited professional theaters with her parents, ones much larger and grander than this. She wasn't used to students brushing past her or whispering in their seats.

Elsa let out a shaky breath. Claustrophobia pulsed up her neck, leaving goosebumps. She clutched her purse closer to her for comfort.

"You're a sap you know that?"

Meg's nonchalant voice grabbed her attention.

"It was customary to bring flowers," Elsa mumbled.

Meg snorted. "Maybe for a really fancy star. Not for a student show." Elsa's shoulders twitched and Meg's expression softened. "Relax Elsa. Come on, let's go grab seats in the back. I hate sitting in the front."

Elsa breathed a sigh of relief and followed her roommate. She was grateful Meg had agreed to come even if plays weren't her thing. The two of them edged themselves near the back row. High enough to see the whole stage. Elsa took a second to admire the crowd settling in.

They were all here to see the play, but she was here for someone who wouldn't even appear on stage. Her lips twitched into a smile.

After several minutes of final prep, the lights dimmed and the crowd fell into a hush. Elsa straightened in her seat as the curtains withdrew. Esmeralda stepped on stage and her booming voice filled the auditorium.

"You won't get away with this!"

Meg leaned towards her, whispering, "Remind me, does your girl actually appear onstage?"

Elsa watched as two guards rushed over and grabbed Esmeralda before answering. "No, I think she helps with the settings? Props mostly."

Meg chuckled and Elsa could hear the smirk in her voice. "So Wonder Girl works wonders backstage."

Elsa's cheeks pinked. "Are you ever going to stop?"

"Stop what?"

"That."

"That?" Meg teased.

Elsa concentrated on the song that started as a peasant crowd surrounding Esmeralda and the judge. Under her breath, she said, "The double entendres."

Meg cackled quietly. "Nope."

Elsa groaned in exasperation and turned her full attention back on the play.

She relaxed as the play moved from the introduction to the first act. From what she gathered, the setting was based in France. She recognized a couple of prop designs of the city Anna had shown her once. Seeing a few bare sketches spring into life as handmade trees, structures, or indoor objects reminded her of making a drawing and then transforming it into someone's home.

Elsa smiled proudly and settled comfortably into her seat.

I wonder how Anna's doing backstage.

She hoped her girlfriend wasn't too exhausted. Anna had looked a little pale, freckles sticking out under gaunt cheeks. Elsa's lips dipped into a frown.

The actors burst into song as the scene changed from a sunset town into the halls of a stone jail. Elsa was jerked from a spiraling reverie as a low drum reverberated through the auditorium, pulsating in her ribcage.

Meg leaned over to her and whispered, "You know, this reminds me of all those 'family-friendly' movies where the villain sounds even worse when you rewatch it as an adult."

Elsa chuckled. "Anna told me the screenplay was based around a corrupt judge."

Meg whistled softly and grinned. "A little dark, isn't she?"

"It wasn't her idea!"

A hush from her left made Elsa jump. She blushed and quieted down in her seat. Her roommate snickered and Elsa stuck out her tongue at her.

When a bell rung through the auditorium, Elsa stared in awe as the stage was split between a melancholic song from Esmeralda and an ominous chant from a small group comprising of the citizens.

Elsa's pulse spiked as the play started its closing act. Even Meg leaned forward in her seat, eyes focused on the stage as the fiery town, composed of torches and pitchforks, marched across stage. Shadows played across the wooden floor as orange and red lights flickered.

Her Anna had been a part of all this. A story had formed into something visually stunning with her helping hands. Elsa's eyes swept across the auditorium. A few students whispered to each other and pointed to the stage excitedly. Elsa bit her lip.

Was Anna happy backstage?

Elsa made a note to ask her. A thrill rushed through her as the play reached its final scene; a soft, harmonious melody by Esmeralda. With each passing hour, she grew more and more excited about the upcoming break.

Elsa was so focused on the stage she didn't notice Meg leaning over until she said something in her ear.

"I'm glad you're happier Elsa."

Elsa blinked. She glanced at Meg, brow furrowed in confusion. But Meg just settled her head on Elsa's shoulder, violet eyes shimmering. The corner of Elsa's lips twitched into a smile.

"You softie," she whispered.

Meg snorted. "Am not. Watch the play, it's ending."

Elsa chuckled and looked back to the stage. Her eyes lit up when the curtains closed and the troupe came forward to bow at the audience.

"Thank you hunnies!" Kuzco yelled over the crowd's applause.

Elsa zeroed in on Anna. She was off to the side, face flushed and smile nervous. Elsa's brow furrowed. Was it her imagination or did Anna look ill? Her skin was vaguely green. She didn't have time to contemplate before the group disappeared offstage and the crowd started rising. The two got up and followed the wave of students, but Elsa kept looking back on the off chance of seeing that strawberry head of hair.

Meg stretched her arms high and sighed when her shoulders popped. She glanced at Elsa and asked, "Do you need to use the restroom?" Elsa shook her head.

"Alright, I'm going to powder my nose. Did you want to jet after that or are you…?"

Elsa bit her lip, avoiding Meg's gaze as her cheeks reddened. "I promised Anna we'd meet up after the play."

Meg grinned deviously. "Right, right. I'll be back soon then." She whistled airily as she sauntered towards the restrooms.

Elsa sighed and leaned against the wall. Alone for now, she watched the rest of the students and staff slowly filter out. She wondered if her mother would have been proud to see her like this. Less withdrawn and with someone.

She hoped it would have made her happy. Her mother had never been as distant and stubborn as her father, but she'd always been contemplative.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Elsa jerked her head up. Anna stood a few feet in front of her. Elsa frowned when she noticed the bags under her eyes. Had they always been there?

She hummed and patted the spot on the wall beside her. Anna's shoulders dropped and she joined Elsa with a heavy sigh. Elsa raised her hand and buried it in Anna's strawberry locks. Bit by bit, her fingers lulled Anna into relaxation and the younger woman leaned against her.

"It was nothing important," she murmured.

Anna's brow furrowed. She pulled back and searched Elsa's face. "You sure? You looked kind of anxious."

Elsa nodded. She didn't want Anna constantly on edge because of Elsa's own illness. She glanced in the direction of the restrooms. Meg was taking a while.

"I actually have to go back and help everyone pack up," Anna mumbled. She glanced up at Elsa, guilt flashing in her eyes. "Do you mind waiting a bit longer?"

"Of course not." Elsa smiled wide and kissed Anna's temple. "And when you come back, can I talk to you about something?"

Anna bit her lip. "Uh, was it what you were thinking about?"

Elsa shook her head. When Anna chewed on her lip harder, Elsa cupped her chin and met her eyes. "Don't worry, I'm not breaking up with you. Or having another mental breakdown."

Anna laughed weakly. "I'll text you when we're done now." She pecked Elsa's cheek before running back to the stage.

Elsa watched her go. When Anna turned the corner, Elsa let her face fall. She rubbed her eyes, a wave of exhaustion washing over her.

"You and your sweetie ready to go?"

Elsa looked up to see Meg jogging over. "Anna's just finishing up with her group."

Meg nodded. She frowned, pensive for a moment, before grinning and asking, "So how do you two feel about burgers?"

When Anna returned, her eyes were red. Elsa wondered if she spent a few minutes hugging Esmeralda before she left. She didn't hesitate to link arms with Anna and pull her in close.

"Your brother's not here?" Elsa asked once they exited the auditorium. She looked around for a particular mop of dirty-blonde hair, but found none.

"He is, but I told him I wanted to be with you," Anna admitted.

Did that mean Kristoff was fine with Anna being with her?

Or did it mean Kristoff didn't want to spend time with her? Or perhaps—

Elsa mentally shook away the downward spiralling thoughts. She wasn't going to let her anxiety get the better of her tonight.

"Joe's?" Meg asked.

Anna's stomach rumbled. She flushed as Meg laughed.

"Our place then?"

Several minutes later, Elsa held a hot, oily paper bag in her lap as Meg drove them down the street. Anna was staring out the window, eyes half-closed and head against the glass. Elsa wasn't sure if she was preoccupied or exhausted.

"Are you certain your brother doesn't mind?" Elsa cursed her own insecurities, but she couldn't help but prod a bit. "I mean, he only came back recently. I thought you two would want to spend more time together."

Anna flashed her an amused, but patient smile. "We'll have all the time to catch up during the break." She grabbed Elsa's hand and gave it a squeeze. "Don't worry, he understands."

Elsa snorted, but didn't argue. They parked Meg's beetle in her favorite spot before making their way up to Elsa's condo. Meg didn't waste time throwing the door open and rummaging through their bagged dinners. She fished out her burger before taking a large bite and heading down the hallway to her and Elsa's room.

"I'm going to grab a couple of movies, be right back!"

Elsa bit back a smile. She turned to Anna and said, "You can sit down. I just want to grab a few snacks."

Anna frowned. "Don't you need help?"

Elsa fixed her with a look. "Anna, you're practically dead on your feet."

Anna hesitated before relenting. "Okay. Do I bring our food to the coffee table then?"

Elsa nodded and smiled softly at Anna as she grabbed their things and headed to the living room. When she left, Elsa's expression fell. She rummaged through her refrigerator and assembled a plate of fruits and vegetables. Burgers were nice, but she figured this would ease Anna's exhaustion better.

When she walked into the living room, Anna had turned on the television.

"Here," Elsa said, sitting down the plate.

Anna grinned. "Burgers with a side of veggies? That's just like you."

Elsa stuck out her tongue. "You'll thank me when you don't wind up sick."

Anna's teal eyes softened. "You're wonderful, you know that?"

A shiver ran down Elsa's spine. For a split second, Anna looked at her in a way she hadn't before. In the depths of her eyes was a tender, yet bright flame. Electricity shot through Elsa's veins.

Elsa blushed and averted her gaze, mumbling, "Flatterer."

Anna giggled and reached for her burger. "It's the truth."

Elsa rolled her eyes before settling right next to Anna. Butterflies danced in her stomach as Anna took the silent cue and curled into her side. Elsa wasted no time in wrapping her arm around Anna's shoulders.

They were giggling and trading small bites of food when Meg strolled in, DVDs in hand.

"So, Big Bad Wolf or Nine Lives?"

Anna scrunched up her nose. "Do you have anything that's not B-rated horror?"

"When Harry Met Sally it is!"

Halfway through the movie, Meg dozed off. Elsa smiled fondly before disappearing into her room and grabbing a blanket to drape over her roommate. When she turned back to Anna, her girlfriend looked as if she was going to drift off too.

Elsa settled in beside her. Her hand threaded through strawberry locks. Anna sighed and let her head fall onto Elsa's chest. Her breathing came out slow and even. Elsa frowned. She didn't want to disturb Anna. Not after she finally had her in her arms. But, "About earlier…"

Anna stiffened.

Elsa's brow furrowed, but she pressed forward. "You've been off all day. I just wanted to know if it was just the stress from today or if the whole...Hans thing from earlier was still bothering you."

Anna coughed and extracted herself from Elsa's arms. Elsa tried to ignore the chill.

"No, I mean—yeah, it's still bothering me," Anna waved a hand hurriedly when Elsa flinched, "but I'll be fine, I swear. It was just the shock of seeing your ex, you know?"

Elsa didn't and she doubted it was just that.

"And today was just stressful on top of that," Anna continued, staring at her lap. She fidgeted. "And since you were so shaken up after talking about your anxiety and your parents, I didn't want to worry you further."

Elsa interlaced one of her hands with Anna's, thumb rubbing over the faint scars along Anna's knuckles. "Anna, you're not my therapist. You're my girlfriend. You can tell me when things are too much."

Anna sighed before resting her head on Elsa's shoulder. "I will but—"

"In your own time," Elsa whispered. She brushed her lips along Anna's temple.

Anna blinked at her and in the dark of Elsa's apartment, Elsa only noticed the wetness of her eyes because of the television's light. She tugged on Anna's hand and, wordlessly, the younger woman settled in her arms again. They sat back and watched the film in silence.

Before Elsa knew it, the days had passed and exams were over.

And winter had finally come.