Sorry for the wait, lovelies. I promise that Teach Me will be updated as regularly as I can manage from now on. Thank you for staying with this story.



With November came colder weather, sloshy streets lined with clumps of snow, window panes covered in frost, and smokey breaths as the citizens of Arendelle go about their daily lives. Also with November came the new and official relationship between Elsa and Anna, and they've been enjoying it immensely. Now that Olaf is aware of what's going on, Elsa doesn't have to hide herself giddily texting Anna or talking to her on the phone. Olaf has even joined them on a couple of dates. Simple dates like grabbing breakfast at Oaken's, seeing a movie, or going to the park. He'll be so invested in whatever the three of them are doing that he hardly notices their flirtatious smiles and touches.

Of course, there will be days when the two hardly talk due to work. Elsa and her staff are currently gathering together ideas for their December issue, and Anna is preparing things for her class and helping Rapunzel with planning the Holiday Show at the same time. Both of them are stressed out, but often find time to complain to each other when Olaf is asleep.

"Kuzco and Aurora are bitching at me about the tiniest details," Elsa would whine. "I couldn't care less about who does the men's fashion, I just want it done. Jane and I are about to tear our hair out."

"The PTA should be handling his show, not the Art teacher and, like, two other teacher volunteers including me. We're so shorthanded that we don't even have a theatre department or theatre teacher anymore!" Anna cries. "We just do this stupid Holiday Show that consists of nothing but the same songs from last year, and I guarantee you they were the same the year before that."

After these complaints, they would usually find time to make out to console each other before Anna had to go home. Neither of them were quite ready to address the sleeping over level of their relationship, and Elsa hasn't taken Olaf over to Anna's apartment. That seems like a line nobody is willing to cross. The mom's house was one thing, but the teacher's house was like a whole new world—a whole new forbidden world. After all, Olaf had been convinced that teachers lived at school until Anna told him otherwise once over dinner. He had stared at her in awe.

"Then where do they live?" he gasped.

"In houses or apartments. Just like you," she laughed.

"No way!"

"Way."

"Whoa. That's so weird."

So far, Olaf has been good with the new relationship, though he did try to call Anna "Miss Anna" one day at school, but she shut the lid on that immediately. He had apologized and never tried that again. However, their interactions are definitely different now that they've been introduced as son and girlfriend, not just student and teacher.

Today is one of those days. It's lunchtime and the sky is clear but weather is crisp and cold. Anna has her room door open in spite of this, trying to get some fresh air inside the stuffy class. She's at her desk, grading a couple of spelling tests and drinking some hot tea. Suddenly she hears, "M-Miss Eldr?"

She looks up and sees Olaf standing at the doorway, tears streaming down his face. She sits up, all attention on him and concern in her eyes. "Olaf? What's wrong?"

He runs over to her, and it's then she realizes that he's holding his wrist in one hand. He shows her the hand he's holding, and she has to gently take it in her own and hold it steady so she can see what on Earth he's babbling about.

"Slow down," she soothes, reaching to grab a tissue and handing it to him. "Shh, take a deep breath and start over."

He takes in a shaky breath and, still crying, says in one long sentence, "Sven and Winifred and I were all by the trees and we were playing spies then I touched that real old tree by the kickball court and rubbed my hand on it by accident and got a splinter in my hand and it hurts and I don't wanna go to the nurse 'cause she's mean and I don't wanna get the stingy stuff and—"

"Okay, okay," Anna interrupts, helping him use the tissue to wipe his face. "Let me call your mom and get my first aid kit."

If this were any other kid, Anna would have reluctantly taken them to the nurse despite their fear of going. Olaf, however, is not just any other kid. Being the son of her current girlfriend does give her some leeway to care for him in a different fashion, but she still needs Elsa's permission. She calls Elsa, encouraging Olaf to keep wiping his eyes.

"Hey," Elsa says.

"Hi, uh, Olaf got a splinter and I'm calling to get your permission to get it out," Anna says. "He's refusing the nurse."

"Is he okay?"

"Yeah, he's fine. It won't take more than two minutes. You wanna talk to him?"

"I can't. I'm in a hurry, actually, but please do take care of him. I'm not surprised he came you to. He trusts you. Thank you so much, Anna."

"No problem. I'll text you the medical results. See you later."

"Tell him that I'm sorry he's hurt and that I love him."

"Will do."

They hang up and Anna delivers the message, pulling out her small first aid kit from her top drawer as she does. She tells him to pull up a chair from the nearby desk. He does so, shaking in his seat as he spies the rubbing alcohol.

"Alright, Olaf, Dr. Anna is in the house," Anna smiles.

"It's gonna hurt," he whimpers, trying to sink into his chair to get as far away from the first aid kit as possible.

"Nonsense. Why don't you tell me all about your favorite superhero?"

"I—what?" He blinks.

"Is it Iron Man?"

"No."

As she talks, she starts to sterilize a pair of tweezers. Olaf looks down, but Anna distracts him by asking, "Is it The Hulk?"

"No. It's Captain America," Olaf says, eyes back on Anna.

"Is that so? Why didn't you dress up as him for Halloween?" She starts to tenderly remove the splinter. It's a little deep in his hand but she's getting it out with ease.

"I was him last year."

"I see. So you went for the Jedi."

"Yeah." He tries to steal a glance at his hand but Anna speaks again, prompting him to look up.

"Who's your favorite Star Wars Character?" She gets the splinter out and dabs some rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball. She rubs it on his cut, and just when he's about to react, she says, "My favorite is Rey or Princess Leia."

"I like BB-8," he says with a small smile.

"I like him, too. He's a cute little droid." Anna takes out a bandaid with a Star Wars theme printed on it. "Speaking of, he's on this bandage." She sticks it on his cut and pats it gently. "All done."

"Really?"

"Really. That wasn't so bad, was it?"

He looks down at his hand. "No." He then grins at her. "I didn't feel a thing!"

"Good! D'you think you can go out and play again?"

"Uh-huh. Thank you, Miss Eldr!"

As Anna puts away her first aid kit, Olaf bounds toward the door. She's hit with a wave of conflicted feelings once she returns to her computer. Did Olaf see her because he trusted her as a teacher, or did he see her because she is dating his mother? Regardless, the splinter is out and he's no longer in pain. That's the important part.

She looks down at her hands, posed over the keyboard. She doesn't want to have these conflicting feelings. Rather, she wants to live peacefully with the choices she's made and enjoy her time with Elsa—even if that included seeing one of her students on a regular basis.

She had promised herself to behave when she arrived in Arendelle. To keep her nose clean for the first couple of years so she could establish herself as a good example and citizen. One who could do no wrong. But no, Anna had to go and fall for a student's mother, continuously go on dates with her, and meet her son as a romantic interest and not her occupation he knows her for.

Right on track, Anna. Screwing things up as usual. Anna sighs to herself as she stands and stretches. There's no such thing as protocol or good behavior when it comes to you. How did you even make it here?

By "here", she meant to her current position in life, but her brain decides to make "here" mean "Arendelle". Anna frowns and does a lap around her classroom. She hadn't even heard of Arendelle until she was transferred here. It was a few miles North from Andalasia, and it seemed silly to Anna to get transferred so far away. But nowhere else was hiring. . .

After studying for so long and working so hard, Anna had managed to get her teaching credential. All her life, since she was a little girl, she dreamed of being a teacher. There was one in particular who inspired her: her second grade teacher Miss Bianca. She was a tough but kind woman with charming charisma. Anna really looked up to her and wanted to be just like her. She threw herself into her studies a couple of years later, determined to get the career of her dreams.

And she did. She made herself so proud when she succeeded in the thing she worked so hard to accomplish.

Her second dream was to work in the same classroom that Miss Bianca once taught in. Unfortunately, her old elementary school wasn't hiring due to budget cuts. Anna was broken hearted, feeling defeat for a brief time for the first time. She had hoped and prayed, but they went to waste.

However, after some months spent job searching and subbing on the side, Anna finally found a position as a second grade teacher at Andalasia Preparatory. Thrilled, Anna had bought a ton of supplies for her new students for the upcoming fall semester. She even bought herself a new outfit to wear on the first day of school.

She noted that Andalasia Prep was one of those conservative schools, but she didn't care. She knew in her heart that she would be the best second grade teacher they'll ever see.

When she stepped into her new classroom for the first time before the first day of school, she was filled to the brim with excitement. She ran around the classroom, ideas for fun projects, crafts, and games speeding through her head. The walls were bare but she knew that soon they'd be smothered with crafts and perfect assignments. The cubbies were going to be filled with backpacks, jackets, and lunch boxes. Rainy days would consist of movies and games. She started to set up where her students will sit, grinning so hard that it hurt. Anna put so much time and care into making name tags for them, giving them all a pencil with cute patterns to start with. She was ready to be a teacher—she was ready to live her dream.

Anna's reception, however, was not a warm one. The parents gave her odd looks throughout the first couple of months, seemingly put-off by her jovial, almost immature personality. Anna didn't pay them much attention, though. She was enjoying herself too much, and the kids were far more receptive to her and her teaching methods. That meant more to her than the approval of the parents. Their kids were her kids for five days a week for several hours, so their attention and participation gave her hope that she was doing well. Her co-workers, on the other hand, were a far kinder to her, but there was still some hesitance in getting to know this childish educator.

There was one teacher that Anna befriended, another optimistic mind, and they often ate lunch together and collaborated with each other, coming up with fun activities for their classes. Anna found herself able to confide in her with ease. One spring day after school, on their way to their cars, she told her of a rather nasty and recent breakup she had with her girlfriend. Unbeknownst to them, one of the typical PTA mothers, very much like Buffy Biltmore today, overheard them. She was infuriated that a lesbian was teaching at Andalasia Preparatory.

Anna can still remember how much she was shaking in her seat when she sat outside the headmaster's office, listening to the mother scream about how disgusting Anna was and how she wanted her out of the school. Anna was choking on tears, all eyes of the administration staff on her, boring into her skin. She was thoroughly humiliated.

Due to certain discrimination laws, the headmaster told her they were simply going to have her transferred to another school. He was kind when he delivered the news, but she could tell he was afraid of the PTA more than he cared about his staff. Anna had told him that nowhere else in Andalasia was hiring, and it would be wrong for her to leave in the middle of the spring semester.

He told her she would be around for the rest of the semester, but would be transferred out of the city to another place he knew was hiring once the school year was over.

Another city? Anna had thought to herself. Away from her family? Her friends?

For days, Anna ignored the concerned calls of her parents and sister, telling her to sue or something, but Anna knew her hands were tied. He hadn't said he was going to transfer her because she was gay, but because he felt she wasn't the best fit for the school. He wasn't entirely wrong since Anna sometimes felt like a fish out of water herself, but she was still embarrassed nevertheless. The rumors had already spilled out once the PTA mom squawked about her proud accomplishment of relinquishing the sin from the school. People soon knew all about Anna's dilemma, and no matter where Anna went, she heard whispers and mutterings thrown in her general direction.

She wasn't her normal self for the rest of the semester. She was quiet and not as enthusiastic as she used to be. For weeks, she begged the headmaster to reconsider, but he told her there were too many concerns from other parents to keep her on, and not just about her sexuality; they also complained about her teaching methods. When she asked what she could change about her teaching style, he smiled sadly and said, "Miss Eldr, you're just not Andalasia Prep material. I'm sorry."

During the start of summer she received her next assignment after a phone interview with the district and principle. Although she was leaving, the headmaster had given her a glowing recommendation so she could make a smooth transition. In the middle of summer, Anna packed up her car. She was going to some city called Arendelle several miles up north, and would now be a second grade teacher at the public school Arendelle Elementary. It was declared a charter by the district, which only lifted her hopes slightly since she would be working with gifted students. She prayed the reception there would be warmer from the parents. She also prayed that the students would be as enthusiastic as her first class.

She bid her family goodbye on a sunny afternoon, but unable to look them in the eyes. Her parents embraced her as tightly as they could, and Giselle had hugged her tearfully, sad for her sister's unfair departure. As soon as they let her go, Anna got in her Prius and drove to her destination.

She cried the entire car ride up—so much so that her voice was raspy when she ordered her fast food. The cashier was shocked to see a young woman with tears pouring down her face pull up to pay and not an elderly woman.

Arendelle, upon first impression, was much larger than Andalasia. It was truly a city. Tall buildings, constant traffic, and an overly populated sidewalk in touristy areas seemed to be the norm here. Anna was admittedly intimidated by everything, but she was ready to keep her head down and maintain a clean slate for as long as she could until she felt comfortable enough to come out of her shell and be her normal, dorky self.

Her first night in her new apartment was spent on the floor since she was waiting on her bed to be delivered. She cried herself to sleep, missing her familiar surroundings, and still feeling the sting of humiliation from getting the boot from the first job she ever had.

Anna feels tears crawl into her eyes as she thinks on all this, and she quickly returns to her seat as the bell rings overhead. She has to collect herself for a brief moment before she stands again to get her class from their waiting spot.

Near the end of November, the second grade classes go on a field trip to the Natural History Museum in downtown Arendelle. Anna and her fellow second grade teachers, Jessie Bergman and James Sullivan, started taking parent volunteers due to the vast amount of students they have to look after. Not to Anna's surprise, her two volunteers are Kristoff and Elsa.

So the Friday of the field trip, all three second grade classes are bundled up in coats at the front of the school as their teachers perform a headcount. Elsa watches Anna fondly, standing beside Kristoff near the back of the group. Her hands are deep in her pockets, and a smile is on her face. Anna keeps stealing glances up at her and hides a smile in return.

Kristoff had already given Elsa shit for volunteering, but Elsa simply waited for him to finish his teasing. When he was finished, she told him that he was right. She was volunteering because she both loved Olaf and was dating Anna.

Kristoff sits in the back of the bus assigned to Anna's class while Elsa sits beside Anna in the front. Since they're out of the kids' line of vision, they intertwine their fingers in-between the seat.

"It's been a long time since I've visited the museum," Elsa says, leaning back into the faux-leather upholstery. "I doubt it's changed much."

Anna shrugs. "I wouldn't know. I've only been there once on the last field trip. So, I couldn't tell you."

"I'm excited to go, though. Especially with you."

"You're cute," Anna giggles.

"Me?" Elsa places her free hand over her heart. "Why thank you. You're rather adorable yourself."

Anna's cheeks darken slightly. "Stop it. You can't make me blush if I can't do that to you."

"Anna, that's not true. You make me blush." Elsa wants to kiss her temple but refrains from doing so with her entire class behind them. "You do, I promise."

"Okay. . . I like that you can do that to me, though," Anna says honestly.

"And I like that you can do that to me. It's been a very long time since someone has had such an effect on me."

"Oh? How long?"

Elsa falls quiet. Then she says, "This isn't really the appropriate place to discuss that."

"I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize. I certainly owe you some more information on me and my past experiences."

"Only when you're ready, Els." Anna looks down at their hands, sweeping her thumb over the top of Elsa's hand. "I'm not expecting you to spill everything out all at once. We're still technically in the early stages of dating. Tell me when you deem it appropriate, okay?"

Elsa nods. "Thank you, Anna. I appreciate that."

Anna gives Elsa's hand a squeeze, and they exchange affectionate smiles.

When the big yellow bus pulls up in front of the museum, Anna stands, letting go of Elsa's hand as she does, and instructs her kids to stay seated until she tells them. She also tells them to leave their lunches on the bus to be retrieved later. She lines them up two by two, the person they're standing next to acting as their partner for the day.

Then she leads them off the bus to meet up with Miss Bergman and Mr. Sullivan. Elsa, Kristoff, and the other parents volunteers hang in the back of the lines, keeping an eye on the kids as they stroll in their neat little rows. Elsa's eyes, however, flicker from her surroundings to Anna's backside. She bites her lip, trying to keep herself under control.

It's been a while since she and Anna have had sex, and Elsa is starting to remember what it's like being in a relationship where physical things have happened. She remembers how ridiculously insatiable she can be. The morning they made it official was lovely, Anna making Elsa reach climax twice in a row, but now Elsa is reaching the point of where she wants Anna badly.

She may or may not have broken out her vibrator after Anna left the house last weekend since their make out session got a little hotter than either of them anticipated. Anna had plans the next day so she was unable to stick around, which Elsa understood but it left her wanting. She had spent a good hour moaning Anna's name into her pillow as quietly as possible, weary of her child sleeping in the room next door. It's like she was back in college—acting like a hormonal freshman that pounces on any opportunity to have sex with her girlfriend.

The large group of second graders sticks together as they move through the museum. On the whole, the kids are rather well-behaved. If this were a group of fifth graders, Elsa thinks, they would no doubt be trying to sneak away from the group. Even high schoolers would attempt to do so, Elsa having done so herself in the tenth grade with her then girlfriend so they could make out in an unlocked maintenance closet.

Holy shit, Elsa thinks, eyes widening slightly. Anna and I could. . .

The thought hits her like a truck, and the impact has left her cheeks flaring. It's risky, but once the kids are safe and sound in the Discovery Room, Elsa can probably steal Anna away to an empty room and get rid of these urges together. She swallows, fighting back the growing arousal that the thrill of running off like a couple of teenagers is giving her. She can't help but to imagine Anna pressed up against the wall, kissing her so hard that it leaves bruises, and feeling her tighten around her fingers—

"You okay?" Kristoff's voice calls from beyond her train of thought.

Elsa snaps back to reality. "Huh?" She blinks and looks at him, her mind a cluttered, horny mess.

"I asked if you're okay. Your face is flushed."

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's a little warm in here." She tugs on her peacoat, which truly isn't actually helping her situation. "That's all."

"Okay." He appears unconvinced but drops it.

Elsa turns her attention to Anna, who is chatting with Miss Bergman cheerfully, both redheads grinning from ear to ear. She looks so pretty today with her hair down, wearing that black peacoat with that magenta scarf.

Is this really appropriate, Elsa? she scolds herself. What if someone catches you? My God, that'll be humiliating and could cost Anna her job.

We won't get caught, another voice in her head argues. No, we'll be careful and leave at different times as though we have to use the bathroom or left something on the bus. . . Yeah, that should work.

As she has an internal battle, the group in front of her bobs and weaves through exhibit after exhibit. Sometimes the kids are allowed to disperse and examine the displays before they're called to order about fifteen minutes later. The morning goes by fast, and soon they're on their way to the main event of the trip: the Discovery Room—a place dedicated to hands-on learning with touchable minerals, furs, and fossils, taxidermic animals, and other fun activities to distract the students before lunchtime.

Elsa fiddles with her hands anxiously as they draw nearer. She's made up her mind. She's made the choice to take Anna as her own and have their own private museum field trip without obnoxious children and nosy chaperones.

Once said children are let loose to explore and get their grubby little hands on anything they please, Elsa takes the opportunity to approach Anna.

"I need you," Elsa breathes in her ear.

"You what?" Anna is bewildered, looking up at her. "Right now?"

"Yes, right now. Anna, I can't stand it, and the excitement of doing it here is driving me crazy. Please."

Color floods into Anna's cheeks as the image taunts her just as mercilessly as it did to Elsa. She tries to be professional and push away these thoughts as she says, "Elsa, this isn't the time nor the place—"

"We won't get caught. I promise."

Anna swallows and her eyes sweep the room. Nobody is paying them any attention. She stammers out, "H-How do you propose we do that?"

"I'll go pretend to grab something off the bus, and you can pretend like you're going to the bathroom. We'll meet up by the planetarium and go from there."

"Why do I have to be the one going to the bathroom?"

"Anna, seriously?" Anna raises a brow, and Elsa rolls her eyes with a smirk. "Fine," she says, "I'll be the one that's going to the bathroom."

Anna lets out a shy chuckle. "Thanks. I'll go tell Jessie I'll be back in ten minutes. Should that be enough?"

"We're not men, Anna. Who knows how long it could take?"

"Elsa, my God, I'm not having a two hour quickie with you." Anna elbows her, albeit playfully.

"Fine, fine, fine," Elsa says in a heated rush. "Ten minutes. I'll let Kristoff know I'm running to the restroom."

"Meet you at the planetarium."

"Yup."

They go their separate ways, Elsa making a beeline toward Kristoff, hoping her desperation will be mistaken as the urge to pee. She tells him her false intentions of using the bathroom and speeds off before he can say a word.

Anna, on the other hand, calmly lets Miss Bergman know that she'll be back shortly, and follows a little ways behind Elsa. They meet up in front of the planetarium and hold hands as they sneak away to find a private spot in which to enjoy their romantic rendezvous.

They discover an unlocked and empty educational classroom where museum curators can give little lessons or activities to visiting schools. They leave the lights off and Anna locks the door behind her. Elsa is already scoping out the area to find the best place to hold Anna against so she can feel her writhe beneath her.

The chalkboard? No, that will mess up Anna's adorable olive green flannel once Elsa sheds her of her coat. The floor? Too hard. The chairs? Too small. After starting to feel very much like Goldilocks searching for the thing that's just right, Elsa's eyes fall on the counter in front of the desks. It's empty, devoid of any books or beakers or whatever else.

With a primal hunger in Elsa, she whirls around and locks eyes with Anna. Anna shudders pleasantly at the look Elsa is giving her, and automatically walks over when Elsa beckons her to come near. Once she's close enough, Elsa wraps her arms around Anna's waist and kisses her deeply.

"Where is this all coming from?" Anna giggles breathlessly.

"I think it's almost eight years of not having sex," Elsa says, laying kisses on Anna's jaw between each word.

"Ah, I see. Hopefully this will calm itself down."

"I'm sure." Elsa raises her gaze to meet Anna's. "But what can I say? You drive me crazy. . . in a good way."

Anna leans down and kisses her softly. "You drive me crazy, too."

Their fears of getting caught fly out the window. They start to strip off their heavy coats and toss them onto one of the tiny desks. Elsa then turns them around so she can hoist Anna onto the countertop. She stands between her legs and kisses her neck, feeling Anna's hands move under Elsa's shirt. Anna's mewls and groans of approval spur Elsa on to start to clumsily undo her jeans button.

The next thing Anna knows, Elsa's cold hand is down her panties. Anna gasps and closes her eyes, responding to her touch with a delicious moan. Elsa kisses her hard, slowly working Anna up to orgasm.

With all he strength she has left in her, Anna plunges her hand down Elsa's pants and undies next, helping her ease her seemingly insatiable arousal.

Heads reeling, they kiss heatedly and pant their names in each other's ears. They lean their sweaty foreheads together, their cheeks flushed and eyes heavily lidded. They rock against each other's hands, exchanging fervent kisses, trying to finish within their time limit.

With three minutes to spare, Anna comes against Elsa's digits, and Elsa follows soon after. Elsa leans her face into the crook of Anna's neck and shoulder, and Anna rests her cheek against the side of Elsa's head. They take a moment to steady their breathing, Anna shivering as Elsa presses gentle kisses against her skin.

Once they return to Earth, they button up their pants and wash their hands and faces in the nearby sink. They giggle and kiss again, enjoying the thrill as it ebbs away.

"You're starting to make me do naughty things, Elsa," Anna grins as they button up their coats and leave the room.

Elsa checks the make sure the coast is clear. "You make me think naughty things," she counters.

"So it's my fault you decided to steal away and have sex in an empty classroom?"

"Partly. I'm to blame, too."

"I'm glad you're being an adult and owning up to your share."

Elsa grins back at her. "Despite me being a insatiable mess, I do have a brain at the best of times."

They return to the Discovery Room, nobody giving them the time of day. The kids' focus is solely on the fun, the chaperones and teachers focusing on the kids. Anna winks at Elsa as she goes to talk with Miss Bergman and Mr. Sullivan. Elsa approaches Kristoff, hands behind her back.

"You look happy. Did you have a nice pee break?" he chuckles as she stands beside him. "You were gone for a while."

"Yup, and I just got lost. It's been a long time since I've come here so I got turned around. Did I miss anything important?"

"Nope. Just the kids running around and touching things because they can."

Sounds a bit like me just now, Elsa thinks humorously to herself.

After another half hour in the Discovery Room, the groups head back to the buses to grab their bagged lunches. They all head to the picnic area in the grassy field just outside the museum. Elsa sits with the chaperones and teachers near the edge of the area so they can keep an eye on the kids. Anna plops down beside her and shows off her take out lunch from Oaken's.

"Good choice," Elsa compliments, smirking.

"You really did get me hooked."

Elsa has a flirtatious comeback in mind but can't say it in present company. They only smile at each other at eat their lunches in peace, engaging in conversation with the other adults.

Soon everyone is piled back on the bus, making their way to the school. The kids are on a field trip high, chatting loudly in the back. Anna ends up taking a small cat nap on Elsa's shoulder, uncaring if people see. Elsa remains still, not daring to wake up the adorable redhead before they reach their destination.

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