Chapter 5 - Dinner With Elsa

When Anna had taken her major in history, she had hoped it would one day land her a job in some library or a museum, or even as a tour guide in some cultural centre of the world. What she hadn't wanted was to be stuck behind a cashier desk in a department store.

Groaning as she made her way up the drive of her estate, carrying her purse under her sleeve, Anna was sighing after the long day she had had.

Opening the door and making her way into her house, setting her purse on the kitchen table, Anna felt her stomach rumble. It had been bad enough that the store she was working at now had the shortest lunch break in history, but Anna was much more hungry than most women her age.

She thought for a moment, before deciding she needed to treat herself for dinner. After all, a good meal would always put her in a good mood.

Anna walked to the kitchen, browsing through her fridge for whatever food she could find. She knew she didn't want any ordinary meal. She wanted something that would dazzle her taste buds and make her stomach feel all fuzzy inside.

Pizza? No, she couldn't do that. But homemade pizza? Now that was a little more interesting.

Anna continued digging through her cupboards. A frown slowly deepened on her face as she realized there just weren't enough ingredients to make a pie of her own, but this was still happening. Yep, it was. She ordered enough takeout while moving in and she was more than ready to put this oven to use. If it wanted to explode, it was better to discover that now than months down the line when she'd need it for something probably way more important.

Anna then opened the freezer and squealed with glee. A box Picard's Pizza was lying on the top like a signal from heaven. Maybe it was already pre-made and everything, but this was still a step in the right direction to adulthood.

Anna jammed the preheat button and cleaned up all the stuff she tore out of her cabinets while looking for something to eat. Not long after the oven dinged, signalling it reached the right temperature and she put the pizza in. A piece of cake. Or, well… a piece of pizza pie.

As Anna watched the frozen cheese and tomato covered treat being cooked in her oven, she then felt something touch her shoulder. A slightly heavy, yet soft weight, perched on her bone, and soft breathing accompanying it.

The redhead was startled, as Elsa, wearing a rather casual looking blue dress, looked down at the oven, the Queen seemingly very interested in Anna and her cooking. Her eyes, those baby blues, were pressed on the sight of Anna's Pizza, simmering away in the oven.

"Oh... Um, hey Elsa," Anna greeted the blonde, blushing slightly as her friend's gorgeous rear was presented to her. "Were you up in my shower again?"

Elsa stood up and smiled. "Yes, I was borrowing your shower again... until you came home and starting cooking... whatever this is."

Anna stood proudly, kneeling down. "This is called a Pizza. It's really popular in my time."

"It smells delicious," Elsa admitted. "Would you mind if... tried some of it?"

"Not at all!" Anna chirped, grinning. "In fact... why don't you bring back some food from your time? We can have a little dinner together."

Contemplating her friend's offer, Elsa thought it didn't sound too bad of an idea. She was naturally curious about Anna's world and wanted to know more about this strange place. Besides, she was starting to get sick of the same offerings her own kitchen staff would present.

"Very well," She agreed. "Just let me pop back to my castle and I'll see what I can grab together."

Anna beamed. "Perfect!" She then watched Elsa head out of the room, before calling to her. "I'll keep it warm for you!"

The redhead then hummed in contentment and waited for the pizza to finish up cooking, and not long after, her first "homemade" meal was born. Steaming, gooey, with a crispy crust, and exactly the way Anna liked it. She then cut it up into a few slices, putting half onto a plate for herself and leaving another half for Elsa when she returned, which only ended up being minutes later.

Soon, Elsa strode into the room, carrying a tray with a metal cover. With a small smile, she lifted the lid to reveal what she had brought from her time. It was a set of beautiful pastries.

"Wow!" Anna remarked, licking her lips. They looked so delicious. Anna's eyes nearly popped out of her head. They looked scrumptious, decadent, piquant, titillating and a bunch of other fancy words Anna never thought were applicable to anything in existence before. Like small loaves of bread, but super fancy dessert ones that cost a small fortune and only rich people liked to buy. Her frozen pizza seemed nothing in comparison to the treat that were actually fit for royalty. Elsa still seemed fascinated with Anna's food, though. She supposed they both had the shock factor working for them.

"Try one if you like," Elsa suggested, smiling. "They're some of the best in my kingdom."

Anna grinned, taking one of the warm buns and placing it into her mouth. She chewed it softly, feeling the melted cheese inside of it flow into her mouth and a soft moan emanate from her throne.

Elsa meanwhile, was trying to figure out how to eat her pizza. She was confused. There was no knife and fork, as she should have expected. How on earth was one supposed to eat this? She then looked at Anna, raising an eyebrow.

"Problems?" Anna assumed.

Her royal friend nodded. "Yes... I seem to be having trouble figuring out how to eat this... thing? Where is my knife and fork?"

Anna laughed. "Elsa... you don't eat it with a knife and fork. You use your hands."

"M-My hands?" Elsa stuttered. "But.. my nails might get dirty. I have a thing about dirt, you know. That's why I wear gloves a lot."

"A bit of ketchup won't hurt you!" Anna remarked, giggling. "Come on, you'll love it!"

Elsa wasn't so sure. The more she looked at it, the more her brow furrowed together. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. But the expectant, excited expression on Anna's face was preventing her from fleeing entirely, and if she were being honest, part of Elsa didn't want to disappoint her new acquaintance. She lifted the slice of pizza up, grimacing slightly when she cheese stretched with it.

Trying to hold her laugh in, Anna watched as the queen awkwardly bit off a large section of her pizza, chewing it slowly and firmly in her mouth. Part of her wanted to record Elsa's reaction and post it on YouTube, but she didn't want to insult Elsa's dignity.

Finally, she saw Elsa swallow, the queen covering her mouth in a rather shy and embarrassed manner. She had never eaten like that before, like some commoner. Elsa could feel the bits of cheese and bread still stuck between her teeth. She would need to floss considerably later.

Leaning forward, Anna smiled at Elsa, eager to know what her first taste of pizza and modern cuisine was like. "So... Does Her Majesty like it?"

The blonde gulped. "Well, it's certainly different than other things I've tried in the past," she admitted. "That cheese might be a little too hot for my liking."

"That's part of the fun," Anna replied, chewing on a piece of pizza herself. She was rather enjoying the homemade meal she had cooked, especially with the addition of the pastries and Elsa's company.

Nodding, Elsa took another piece of pizza and slid it into her mouth with her hands, starting to slowly get the hand of eating like Anna did. It was uncouth, but Elsa would respect Anna's customs, even if they didn't match her own.

Anna returned to her own pastry, chewing softly at the warm, cheesy insides. She was loving this treat from Elsa's timeline. Perhaps Elsa coming to dinner would be a regular occurrence. It would certainly be more than welcome for Anna.

As the two enjoyed their meal, Elsa could feel her cheeks glowing slightly red. They hardly ever did that when she was with anyone. She wanted to ignore it, not wanting to be a blushing mess in front of Anna, but the redhead didn't seem to mind, as she was already gorging herself on a fresh pastry.

Soon, Elsa had finished her pizza and her own pastries and Anna was beaming, happy to see Elsa had eaten the whole thing.

"Mmmm..." The Queen sighed delightfully. "That was delicious."

"I couldn't agree more," Anna chimed in, burping a little. "Oooh, pardon me."

Elsa laughed and got up out of her chair, before bowing slightly before her. "Thank you for this wonderful meal, dear Anna."

Raising her eyebrow, the strawberry blonde made a confused expression. "Do... I have to bow?"

"Oh no," Elsa insisted. "I was your guest after all." She then stood up and saw that Anna had eaten all of the pastries. She beamed, happy to have brought her friend a treat that she enjoyed.

As Anna began to tidy up, she then saw Elsa start to leave the room, having left the tray she had brought the pastries in upon the workplace.

"Oh, you're going?" She assumed.

The Queen regretfully nodded. "Sadly, I must. I've got a diplomatic envoy from Helios due to arrive today. They'll be wanting to negotiate a trade deal with me."

Anna frowned. In her history lessons, Anna had learned that trade deals and alliances in the olden days were usually sealed by an arranged marriage. For a reason she couldn't explain at the moment, the thought of Elsa being married didn't sit well with her.

"So... you're probably going to be matched with a prince from that kingdom," Anna assumed.

"Oh no," Elsa stated. "I won't be accepting any arrangements like that... besides, I prefer women anyway."

Blushing, Anna looked over at Elsa. "W-wait you do?"

"Yes," Elsa said, becoming rather shy herself. "But please don't go spreading it around. It's a bit of a secret really. You must understand that people who prefer the same gender are a little... prejudiced. Not necessarily in Arendelle, but in other parts of the world."

"Not in my time," Anna then pointed out. "Well, not as much as back then, but it's certainly better now. I mean, my parents were pretty okay with me being gay."

"Being gay?" Elsa asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's the term for someone who loves the same gender," Anna explained. "We're called lesbians, if that makes sense. Women who love women."

"Very interesting," Elsa admitted. "We don't have that word in my time. We do have something similar, Sapphic, after a Greek poet." She smiled. "I might have to add it to my vocabulary."

Hearing those words brought a smile to her face. So what if she was changing history a little? At least it would be very helpful in the long run. She merely looked back to the dishes she was washing up and got back to work.

"See you around, Elsa," she bid the queen farewell.

Elsa nodded and left her friend in peace, feeling a little more comfortable around the young girl, and with the growing feelings, she could sense inside of her.

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Author's note: Now I'm probably gonna get a bit of flack for this, but with the whole Elsa lesbian line, I wanna clear up a few things. Firstly, while the use of the word lesbian has been around for years and years, in Elsa's time it probably wasn't something you heard in everyday language (and certainly not in a castle anyway) unlike it is today. However, Sapphic would likely be in Elsa's vocabulary due to the fact that royals tend to be interested in poetry and literature and such. Anyway hope you enjoy this cute little fluff chapter.

See ya tomorrow!