Prom-posals were becoming more frequent as May started. They were happening in the halls, at lunch, in libraries, parking lots—classes even. Anna didn't understand why people made such a big deal about them, but thought the gestures were nice anyway. Elsa was thoroughly annoyed with how it interfered with her schedule.

"Oh come on, you have to admit they're kinda cute."

"They are an inconvenience for people who have lives beyond high school," Elsa grumbled as she fumbled with the lock to her locker. Anna pursed her lips and readjusted the worn cap on her head, hats were against school policy, but it wasn't an enforced law, "Well what if someone prom-posed for you?"

"I would shut them down."

"Geez", The ginger winced, she felt shut down by the blatant reply, "Well what if I did the proposal prom thinger?"

People often referred to them as the class power couple because of how close they've been since third grade. They both would try to deny the title but nobody believed them; not when they had such a cozy relationship. Elsa gave her a wry smile as she placed her books in the locker, "You don't even want to go to prom."

"It's not that I don't want to go to prom, I just think there are better ways to spend my time than at a fancy ballroom. Like at this very moment I could be napping in Rapunzel's basement but instead I'm here watching you put away textbooks. Tomorrow I'd rather pillage my oma's kitchen then take that statistics' test but you know where I'm going to be that period? In room 178, with my head on a desk. Why? Because I'm a good noodle."

"Anna, that's the art room."

"The point is, it's all about priorities. Prom just isn't very high on that list", Anna said with a shrug of her shoulders, she completely glasses over the observation. Elsa sighed heavily and shook her head, but Anna caught the curve of her lips. She wondered how a hooligan like herself became friends with the salutatorian, "would you though, go to prom with me? If I decide last second."

"Eeeh maybe."

Anna furrowed her brows, "Maybe?"

"Maybe."

She wasn't satisfied with maybe, "Okay okay what if—what if I like… do a prom-posal. Not a elaborate glittery one! But like… rolling a potato with some crappy pun on it your way or leaving it in your locker."

"Really? a potato?" Elsa closed the locker and laughed. They began walking towards the library for lunch. Anna's pride swelled at the sound, "Everybody loves potatoes!"

"Yes but, the fuck am I supposed to do with said potato afterwards? What's it's purpose?"

Anna shrugged dramatically, "I don't know, throw it out?"

"But that's wasteful."

"Then eat it, save a penny."

"A raw potato, do you know how risky it is to munch on a raw tater? If I didn't know a better, I'd think you were trying to poison me", Elsa feigned hurt. Anna held the door open and beckoned her in, "Okay, what if it was a baked potato?"

"Will it be wrapped in something? Like foil or saran wrap? Pretty sure it'll be unsanitary if you just roll it on the floor..."

"Are you actually planning on eating the potato?" Anna narrowed her eyes in disbelief. Once they chose a spot near the window, Elsa took a seat next to her and shrugged, "Well I mean if you're going to propose with food I'm expecting it to be edible."

"Ugh, okay. What are the chances of you saying yes if I present a wrapped baked potato with a pun taped to it?"

"Your chances just got bumped from forty-two percent to forty-five."

"What if… I add butter?"

"Forty-seven."

"Cheese?"

"Fifty."

"Bacon."

"Fifty-two."

"What, it's bacon! How the frick frack does bacon increase my chances by only two percent!?" Anna threw her hands up in exasperation, and was promptly shooshed by the library clerk. Elsa held back a giggle, "I already have a baked potato with cheese why would I want bacon too?"

"I—because it's really fucking good?"

"Mm'nooo, two percent. Bacon is a fatty food, I'm trying to watch my intake. Memorial day is coming soon."

Anna grumbled something incoherent under her breath and crossed her arms. The blonde smiled warmly and pulled out her homework for the next class. Some time passed between them before the artist rested her chin on Elsa's shoulder and stared at the papers with disinterest, "would you really though… if I wanted to, that is."

Elsa shrugged, "I would try to talk you out of it first."

A/N: Uh... what do I say here, good vibes I suppose? Yeah, good vibes. I hope it's worth your time. *finger guns*