Meet me in the back, was what it said on the note.

And Anna was reading it over and over again, reminiscing over the blonde that had sat up close. It was quite the show that day. Quite the night, as a matter of fact. Her throat had gone dry the moment she had saw that smile—and it looked as if it was a challenge… as if only that wouldn't satisfy her. So it was no wonder that woman would leave her a note… but… money?

She stared at the envelope, thick from the green currency.

The light shone brightly in front of her through the surrounding darkness of the place. She'd been sitting by the stage for… God knows how long it'd been since everyone left. She glared at the paper, her brain jumbled in confusion and curiosity.

"Hey!"

The redhead picked her head up from the echoing male voice.

"Hey, it's time to go home," Kristoff announced, pointing his thumb to the backstage. It was the first time she had realized the lights were all turned off, except for the stage.

She turned, quickly getting up and immediately realized that she was almost naked from head to toe, opposed to Kristoff, who was all dressed up in a thick jacket, scarf, and a beanie. God, he looked like one big snowman. "What? Are you laughing at the way I'm dressed?! Look at yourself, still half-naked!"

Anna laughed even harder. "C-Come on, you can't deny how ridiculous you look. You're like a living ball!"

He grumbled. "Don't judge. Behind all this," he gestured to himself, "the girls—"

She waved him off. "Yeah, yeah… all the girls swooned over you, I know." She fell silent and looked at the paper again. They were just words, yet… she was filled with… all these emotions.

"Hey… Krist… So you know that VIP you mentioned that came in here? Is she a blonde?"

"Yeah, why? Oh…" Kristoff giggled and draped his arm around her. "What about her?" His grin was suggestive, but Anna paid no mind.

"Nothing, I just…" She crumbled the little piece of paper. Sighing, she knew she couldn't tell this to Kristoff. "I… I gotta go. I need to get dressed."

"Wait, wait, wait, hold on. I know you're interested in blondes but… god, Anna, Elsa Arendelle is way out of our league."

"Actually… you're probably wrong about that," she mumbled to herself and Kristoff could only blink and looked at the confused, yet extremely frustrated expression of hers.

"W-What?"

"Nothing! Gotta go." Pushing him away, she ran backstage and left the man alone, flabbergasted.

"H-Hey!"

Dressing herself was quick. But her thoughts took the best of her, and walking through the hall to… the back, like the blonde had said—Anna had no idea why she'd listen to some stranger that seemed to be barely in her twenties—seemed quite hard as if the gravity was weighing her down.

Her footsteps echoed. Only a couple of people trying to clean up were still in the building.

She looked at her phone. 1:12AM. God, it's cold in here…

"Anna, baby girl."

Huffing an annoyed breath, steam came out and nothing bothered her more than the voice of her manager. She didn't need to turn to know whose slimy voice that was.

"What do you want, Hans?" she entertained, seeing him in a grey suit and his copper hair all slick from hair gel and parted. But most of all, through his tidy, clean look, Anna couldn't stand those sideburns and that cocky smile of his.

"What do you say, we go have a drink together? Just you and me."

Anna rolled her eyes, continuing to walk. "I have somewhere else to go, I don't have the time."

"You know, you owe me for letting you do this right?"

Anna paused. He was right about that, but she'd had barely turned 21, and yet, she was forced to become a full-grown woman so quickly. No, Anna wasn't forced—she just thought this was her only chance to repay all the debts. And what she had gathered up, could only clear a third of her tuition. She should never have let that woman pay for her, and that was her biggest regret amongst others.

She stared down to the ground. Hans leaned against the wall, his arms crossed.

"Usually, I don't take girls that young and inexperienced, but you seemed so desperate, that I'd rather have you earn it than to have you suffer, seeing how poor your family seems to be—"

"My parents have nothing to do with this."

"They don't know, do they?" He chuckled. "Tell me, what did you cover it up with?"

Anna contemplated for a second there. "A waitress."

With that, Hans laughed—it seemed so cold and so ugly to Anna, that she just wanted to run. And Anna was more than embarrassed, but she'd endure it. It wasn't as if she could run. She had a contract, and she needed money. Where else would she go, rather than to her parents' arms? No, she couldn't. Not until everything was cleared out.

But god, with that blonde's money, it'd soon do the trick.

Unfortunately, Anna was the kind of girl who wouldn't take anyone's money if she didn't have a reason to. Maybe it was just unfortunate that she'd been a good girl for so long—now, she was anything but.

"If you don't need anything else, Mr. Manager, then I'll go—"

"Hey, hey!" He put his hand on her arm, and she tried her very best not the throw up. The redhead sighed. "There was a note left for you. And a couple thousand dollars."

"Yeah, I know."

"Look, you don't have to take that money, but I've told her about your situation. She's willing to help."

At this point, Anna couldn't figure out if Hans was really helping or if it was another one of his stupid fucking pranks.

"Why? I don't even know her," she scoffed, pushing his arm off. Confusion turned into irritation.

He shrugged. "She does. Apparently." Sighing, he backed up. "You're a lucky gal, Anna. Someone like her would just come in and see a few performances and leave with just a few cash. I don't know what's up with you and her, but… thousands of dollars is a lot and shouldn't be taken so easily."

The redhead folded her arms and her eyes squinted. "You don't think I know that? I'm returning the money to her… whoever she is. I'll see you tomorrow Hans." Unfortunately. She began walking down the rest of the hall, and opened the back door. Cool breeze swept inside and she shivered, her teeth chattering rapidly.

"She's a multi-million business woman! A CEO! Handed down by her father! You better take that talk—"

The door shut and the wind finally came slamming into her face. She sighed, sounding too exasperated. "Multi-million my ass, she's just another one of those show offs." Despite her harsh assumption, she couldn't deny how much she desired to see the pleasure in that woman's eyes. Neither could she deny how… tempting her smile was. She shook her head from the thought. "Just another one of them…"

Walking down the tight alley, tainted with the smell of alcohol and trash, Anna had her chin deep under her scarf. It was warm, but the weather was miserable—she wondered how it wasn't even snowing at all. And even in this kind of breezy weather, the town was as lively as it could ever be.

The sky was dark but twinkled with stars and it brightened up the town gloriously. With these lights, and the richness of the night, Anna couldn't imagine what it'd be like being wealthy and gamble all she'd ever wanted.

Anna looked up, to see her breath ghosting into the air.

"Mm… Elsa…"

Looking back, her face flushed at the image in front of her. Her fingers held tightly at the envelope in her pocket and her eyes were still and strong—flaring with jealousy—she didn't know why, however. Because there was that blonde again, and one of Hans' performer's bodies together and lips locked in the most hurried and desperate way. Her hands roamed to the girl's hips, running down to grab her ass. Squeezed.

Anna rolled her eyes. "Jeez… out of all the places, you choose to make out here…" she grumbled to herself. Anna wasn't having that great of a day, nobody could blame her grumpiness.

Putting her hoodie up, she decided to keep walking—she remembered the money and the note. Her footsteps slowed down as she passed them. Hopefully, that blonde would notice, but she didn't. The redhead almost rolled her eyes again. Anna had to think and she pondered at the idea of dropping the envelope behind… Elsa, was it? Or… just wait for her around the corner.

Elsa still didn't pull away, moans unpleasantly filling her ears when Anna was already standing by the corner.

She looked up to the sky again, letting steams fall into the dark span of space.

Anna couldn't deny how beautiful Elsa was… couldn't even imagine how much she wanted that woman's lips on hers instead. But there was this arrogance! Anna couldn't stand it.

Standing outside in the cold with a stack of money—that, God, she desired to have so badly, but never like this, with this confusion—wasn't what she would regularly do. She'd be heading home by now if it weren't for that woman.

She sighed, her foot tapping impatiently. "Of course, she's that kind of person…" Anna hated herself for... not disliking that she was that kind of person.

Hearing giggles, Anna turned slowly to see the girl and Elsa side by side. They gave each other one last kiss, a smack on the ass and the girl left with her head up high. Ugh.

Anna stared at the blonde up and down, almost getting flustered when Elsa stared back. The silence was deafening, but they looked at each other as if they knew who they both were. Elsa was only wearing a well-tailored suit—she probably has a nice car around here too.

Anna didn't know where to start. She coughed, looking away for a second. "So… Hi?"

A grin emerged from the blonde. "Hi."

The redhead faced her, looking directly into her blue eyes, glittering through the starry night and golden hair flipping gracefully through the wind—she was beautiful, she admitted.

"So… I—"

"I liked your performance."

Anna blanched at her words. This already was impossible to get by, and Elsa seemed... God, she couldn't figure out if she was joking or not. The redhead raised her eyebrows, ignoring the previous statement.

Taking out the money, she handed it to her—disregarding the sour look Elsa sent. "This belongs to you."

Elsa tilted her head, taking the envelope unwillingly. "You… You're not going to take it?"

She nearly wanted to scream at the stranger. "I don't even know you and plus, w-whether I'm in desperate need for money or not, you don't have a reason—"

"You need that money, don't you?"

Anna groaned. Her arms flew up in the air in annoyance. "Yes, but - "

She handed it back. "Then take it."

"I don't know you!" Anna growled and she swore, the smoke that was coming out of her wasn't just from the cold, but from the frustration. The blonde didn't seem too upset, eyes looking so awfully calm and she was looking like a confused puppy. Elsa stared at her, taking a step forward as Anna backed up.

And as calm as she looked, it was luring the girl in. Whether if it was the perfume… or the way she stared at her, Anna still couldn't help getting captivated to her. "College debt… yes?"

Anna gulped. "Y-Yeah? What about it?"

She smiled, waving the envelope. "This will help… well," she chuckled. "It might not be enough… but for now, that's all I have. Education is more important than money, and I already have plenty of both. Enough to share."

The redhead's eyebrows furrowed, and she stared with the question 'why' inside her head. "Again… I don't know you. Elsa… Elsa…"

"Arendelle. Anna Andersen, correct?"

Anna frowned. "What are you, a stalker?"

The woman laughed. Nothing else irritated her more than this. No, Anna found it rather… cute, the way she laughed and… her hand covering it. She was flustered. "No, no… I'm a good friend of Hans. Well…" She sighed, head tilted at her statement. "More of an acquaintance, actually. I'm a regular and… we sometimes talk. He told me about you, I couldn't help but be interested."

"So you came, just to see me… dance?"

"No, well… yes." She shrugged, contemplating her answer. "Does it matter why I'm here?"

Anna didn't know whether she should be flattered. This was her first night in a while, yet someone like her seemed to be a fan. No, Elsa came many times, but to call her… A VIP as a fan… ha! That seemed almost ridiculous. Anna considered herself the most inexperienced, compared to any other person in the club. Even Kristoff! Yet this woman had taken such interest in her that she was willing to help with her situation. It was too good to be true, honestly. Almost... creepy.

Her feelings began to stir, but not one of them was happiness. She stared at the woman long and hard. "I'm not buying it."

The woman took a deep breath, blue eyes boring into her, but it was nearly impossible to penetrate. Nearly. Elsa put her hands in her pocket, her posture sturdier than a soldier. "But I'd rather you take what I have."

Anna groaned. "I... I don't want it..."

She smiled a little. "No, but you need it."

This woman! Damn you!

She remained quiet and only bit her lip to contain any retorts and insults. Her body was cold, but the stubbornness of this woman had created a big ball of fire inside of her.

Anna looked away from her, eyebrows crossed and teal eyes glowing.

Elsa stared at her curiously. "You're…" She tilted her head and slowly, stepped closer to her until Anna was backing up. The redhead stared at the woman up and down, her back hitting the concrete wall.

The redhead could only stare… captured into her eyes and the smile that quirked up. She swallowed, overpowered by the tall woman's blueness. "W-What?"

She shrugged and pressed a hands on the cold wall. And Anna felt trapped between her arms. "I thought… perhaps, you'd like to know me a little better, and then… you'd accept it," she breathed.

Anna frowned tightly, but her voice couldn't hold. "Y-You…" Her eyes wandered, reaching to her lips. Stop! "I-I don't think y-you'd want to—" She pressed a hand on her shoulder, which Elsa quickly grabbed, squeezing tightly. Anna only wanted to push the woman away from her personal space! She contemplated whether she really hated the woman being so close to her.

Her eyes stilled on Elsa's.

"I'd want to…?" Elsa started.

The redhead's face flushed crimson and she felt even more trapped than before. "I-I just thought you wouldn't like it… i-if someone like me came b-barging in—"

She chuckled and slowly, closing in with her lips pressed to her hair. Hot breath shattering the coldness of her cheeks and steams came fading out. And Anna felt as if her body was on fire and there was no way to put the flames out from... no, she wouldn't say she was aroused. She was... Elsa was... Gods, there were no words. "You were so beautiful there… I'd like to know you better."

"W-Well—" Anna stammered and almost, her knees nearly gave in from the whispering of her voice. Her body shuddered in response to every word forced into her. She took those words in well. And she'd never felt such a way in her life—impossibly confused, nervous, well… feeling quite hot and flustered all over. The show didn't do it, it was Elsa's body against her own, and her hand trapped in her own so softly… that did it for her. Her breath was taken for a few seconds by Elsa's warmth against her and she almost wheezed.

"H-How?" she squeaked, embarrassingly.

"We could…" Anna's skin crawled pleasantly, feeling the woman's cold fingers embracing her own, slowly prying between each other. They held tightly and so warmly. For whatever reason, Anna didn't seem to be wanting to let go. "We could be friends… would you like that?"

Despite the offer, Anna couldn't think. Couldn't breathe through the cold wind. Her only attentions were towards their tangled fingers, her thumb dancing along her skin. She chewed on her lip and Anna pondered.

"Anna?"

She blinked. "Y-Yeah?"

"I asked you a question."

Gulping now. "Y-Yeah…"

"Fantastic." With that, Elsa pulled herself away from the girl and immediately, the warmth of her hand faded and the breath that tickled and blinded her consciousness turned into the wind. Anna stared, wide-eyed at the—fascinating, she thought—woman. She ran her fingers through her hair, strands falling down her eyes, as Anna stood there so timidly.

Elsa smiled. "I'd see… well, in a week. In there, yes?"

The redhead nodded.

Slowly, Elsa's cold palm cupped the younger woman's cheek and her head tilted up to her attention. Goosebumps ran down her skin and her eyes grew dark towards Elsa's and perhaps, even through coldness of her empty expression And that smile! Elsa needed to stop grinning like that if it was to stop Anna's poor heart from racing. Oh, but Anna doubted this woman would do such a thing.

Her hand slowly glided down to the tip of her chin. Anna's head tilt up and her eyes tilted down. Lips… all she could think about was the glossy and particularly tasty lips. She swallowed, her throat dry.

Elsa tilted her head, never acknowledging the stare. "I'll see you in a week."

And when Anna least expected it, she felt warm, soft moisture pressed against hers. Her eyes widened, and finally her heart and time stopped. Her body tingled with hands placed firmly to her sides. What the hell…?

It didn't take long for her eyes to close, and her realization of their lips pressed together approaching. She was still and stiff.

Anna slowly wrapped a hand around the back of the woman's neck, fingers fiddling with some loose tresses. She sighed into the taste, humming with satisfaction.

She couldn't think, breath ghosting against her lips. As if they wanted each other for so long, their lips searched for more on each other. Their breathing hurried, and Anna whimpered, mouth slowly widening. It lured Elsa's tongue in, and god! She never expected herself (and how disappointing it was for her) to be kissing someone this beautiful and this... unbearably irritating! That woman was making out with another just before!

And with a sudden 'thud' she was pressed up against the wall—and the sweet flavor was gone.

Her eyes slowly opened, hand to her chest. Be still, heart!

Elsa's eyes were nearly black, filled with the desire to envelop her in her arms and hands running over every inches of her body… and the visible freckles that were clear from her cheeks down to her shoulders, and sprinkled down her slender back—just like the way she did to herself on that stage. Her grin was gone, and her expression was impenetrable.

She stared. "E-Elsa?"

Reaching in her pocket, she handed Anna a little card. "Call me. Or… if you'd prefer, wait until I come."

She took it with shaking fingers. Anna couldn't believe it, she was between arousal… and confusion. Both didn't mix well together. She'd nearly forgotten what time of the day it was with this kiss still lingering upon her.

It was only her number and nothing else.

The dancer flipped the paper to the back. Nothing. "Only your number…" she whispered.

"Yes. Would you prefer something else?"

Anna shook her head. "I-I… that's…"

She didn't know say anything else, but neither could she oppose Elsa—no, not after Elsa quickly grabbed her by the waist, her hand against her back and her lips were again on hers. Her moans were uncontained and not what she needed at this moment. But she knew, after a stressful day, all she needed was a little loosening up.

Anna shut her eyes tight. Arms began wrapping around the woman's neck and she held tightly. And when she was more than desperate, Elsa pulled away with a hearty grin. Anna couldn't make a sound and only stared with hooded eyes. Her eyes glowed faintly in the dark—in need… in lust.

"Then that'll do. I'll see you next week… Anna."