The day had finally come—no turning back. Elsa didn't know whether it felt too late or too soon. She somehow found herself once again sitting in her car upon the gravel of Iduna's front yard. The blonde felt like she had been sitting there for a million years. Across her right arm, holding the wheel, she stared at the house for the sixth time. She faced forward again, shutting her eyes as she took a breath.

"Don't worry. It'll be fun. There's nothing to be afraid of." Elsa didn't know if discouragement or excitement fled over her. All she knew was this wave of weird surging within. Her spine was sweating, but she couldn't help but feel cold and shiver. She put one hand over the other as if to warm them up. There was a moment where she paused.

"Why do you always do this? You're their friend. They want you to go over. You shouldn't be worrying! You've done this about three times now!" There was another short pause. "OK, fine. How about this? You're going to leave on the count of three…" Elsa told herself. Her fists met her forehead. She felt a spark of adrenaline. "One… Two… Three…" Elsa's heart stopped. Her legs and arms tensed as she heard the sound of clicks and pieces of metal ring briefly. Eventually her eyes opened. She found her feet standing free on the globe. A kiss of wind rushed past her face and hair. Her golden locks started to dance a bit. The blonde's palm gradually left her vehicle.

Elsa's feet moved slowly but surely. Her neck couldn't seem to find the strength to tilt up as the gravel turned into a sweet green blanket of grass. She walked quietly with her shadow and the warm sunset light that watched over the cliff of her right shoulder. Her eyes met with it for a second.

The blonde paused as she heard her foot thump on concrete. She looked down to spot a cement plate and then looked up to see white wood. Her heart stopped for a lethal amount of time. Elsa took a second to catch her lost breath. Dismissing whether she did or did not believe it, the blonde raised her fist in the air before striking Iduna's door three times. Her face went blue, and her fingers turned into ice.

Creak, the door opened. Elsa did her best to remain calm. Quite swiftly and without noticing it, her blank face broke a smile.

"Elsa!?" an excited blur of orange asked. The blonde suddenly felt warm.

"Hi, Anna." Elsa answered with a tiny giggle. The orange started to hop in delight at what she heard.

"Oh, hi! Oh-a-uh, um… Come in, come in!" Anna stuttered from the burst of joy. She somehow managed to grab Elsa's wrist before the blonde could register it, then proceeded to yank her friend through the door out into the vicinity of the living room. They were only halfway to the kitchen before the redhead called out to her mother. Worrying that she still had her shoes on, Elsa did not see the brown-haired woman until noticing the floor had changed from a clean glaze of doughnut brown to the reflecting white of a polar bear. Her head repositioned upright, instantly connecting with Anna's mother.

"Elsa! So nice of you to join us once again!" Iduna politely said with a genuine, touching smile. The blonde smiled back and waved before another thing was said. "Uh, did you eat yet? We were just cleaning up supper. I can whip up something really quick if you'd like."

Elsa shook her head and raised her hand, "No, it's OK, thank you. I already ate."

"OK, great!" The woman put her hands together and then pointed with both, "Well, you two have fun. If you need anything during the night, I'm right next door to Anna. There's water and juice in the fridge if you get thirsty, and if you do get hungry, I'm sure Anna can figure something out for you."

Anna filled Elsa's vision with another blur. As soon as her mother finished, the redhead stepped in front of the blonde, linking her arms together behind Elsa's back. Elsa was no doubt taken aback in surprise and thrill and of course because of what she felt towards the woman; there was quite a lack of space between them. The blonde's face looked like a tomato in a second. However, Iduna did not catch it. Anna yanked Elsa again, almost lifting the girl off her feet into the next room. Elsa quickly raised her hand to the brunette as a farewell. All she caught was Iduna giggling.

"Oh, I'm so glad you came!" Anna cheered, setting the woman down at the edge of the living room, only to grab her wrist once again. "I have a mental list of ideas that we can do throughout the night! I helped make a bed for you! It should do just fine. I've slept on it lots of times before." she began rambling ecstatically. Elsa didn't know what to do but just listen and follow. It was really the only thing she could do. "Anyways, we're going to have so much fun and laugh and giggle and play! I don't even know what to do first! I-"

The redhead came to an abrupt hiatus. The only thing in the air even for just a second was the faint trickle of giggles coming from the blonde. But even those silenced as if they had been shot. Elsa suddenly realized that the quiet Anna had came to could have been because of herself. There was no doubt the redhead had heard Elsa's laughter, and only fate would decide how she would fare—acknowledging it as playful and complementing or perhaps rude and insulting.

Elsa felt Anna's grip constrict.

Suddenly, her chest was clamped in a tight pressure. The blonde felt as if she was going to stumble backwards but somehow miraculously maintained her equilibrium and posture. Nearly the entire weight of Anna rushed into the blonde in under a second. The redhead held her like her life depended solely on it—her rope dangling off the cliffside. Anna's cheek rested upon her collar, almost touching Elsa's chin with her cranium. The blonde felt like a thousand eyes were staring directly at her. She didn't know what to do or how to react whatsoever. Fortunately, she didn't have to before long.

"I want to say thank you… so much again…" Anna finally and very softly whispered.

"For what exactly?" Elsa wasn't too sure. It was the only thing she could think of.

"For everything. Being my friend, letting me connect with you, and joining me for this. Thank you, Elsa. I don't know if this is weird for you, but you just mean a lot to me. You really don't know how much."

For once, the blonde knew what to do.

"Don't worry, Anna." she answered just as softly, pressing forward just as much as Anna. "You mean a lot to me, too. You're the only friend I have, and I'm truly proud to say that." The moment couldn't have felt better. She never wanted to forget this feeling again.

The girl let go a second after and smiled almost with a giggle. Elsa saw it in her lips. Anna made an adorable little hum as a substitute, blushing probably more than she knew whilst her shoulders hugged around her cheeks for a brief moment. Oh, how Elsa adored and admired her. It was lovable.

"Thank you…" she continued to blush, rubbing her bicep with the opposite arm. "Well, enough of all this." quickly grabbing the blonde's wrist again. Elsa nearly giggled for the second time as Anna swiftly changed the subject. "Let's go to my room and get this sleepover started!"

Before Elsa knew it, she was sitting atop Anna's bed only a foot across from the redhead. Reality really kicked in once she found herself holding the right hand of her crush. Though the occasion wasn't anything intimate, she still saw it to be as if it was; although, it might have been a stretch to think that. Alas, the blonde was only painting her nails. With an elegant shade of red, like curtains, Anna's fingertips quickly became full of sparkles and magic it seemed like. Even though she could not see, Anna giggled and presented them to herself as if she could. She knew, since Elsa did it for her that it was best gift, regardless of her inability to observe by eyesight. Elsa was always astonished at how Anna could make the best of everything.

The time eventually came when it was Anna's turn to try. Firmly, as if steadily grasping a spear, she took Elsa's hand but kept still with her brush in her right. With her left, the redhead felt over the blonde's hand, calibrating where exactly to aim. After her index and thumb climbed up one of Elsa's fingers, she carefully headed in.

"Alright, I know I said this already, but forgive me if I miss or get any on your skin."

The blonde could only laugh. There was a certain "nice" sort of a feeling that she couldn't describe as Anna held her. "Don't worry. It's fine. Go ahead." Dampness touched her finger ever so gently. The red bristles of the brush spread over Elsa's fingernail. There was a tiny red mark, but in a second, it became a little streak that concluded down off the tip of her nail. Anna paused for a moment and lifted her brush away.

"How was that? Did I do it?" She spoke rather swift. There was a hint of worry in her tongue.

Elsa sighed out of admiration, "It's perfect." the blonde answered. "You just have fill in the sides a little bit more."

Anna exhaled like she had been holding her breath for an entire minute. "Oh, OK. Good." The weight of her distress had been lifted. "I don't know why I was so scared about that. I just really felt like I shouldn't mess up at any cost. It was weird. I don't usually get like that, sorry."

"Oh, I wouldn't have minded. Mistakes happen."

"Right, right." the redhead shook her head. "Alright. Now I'll fill in the rest."

As light as a feather, Anna delicately coloured in the corners of Elsa's nail. Being even more adorable, the tip of her tongue stuck out, showing just how hard she was working and how precise she wanted this to be. Her fingers held around the side of her nail, so if she went too far, she would colour herself, therefore knowing. At a remarkable rate, Anna adapted and began moving on to the next finger faster than the last. Not only that, but not once did she make a mistake. She finished both of the blonde's hands in a matter of a few short minutes. Proudly, she put her fists on her hips and grinned while Elsa took her time to examine her work. It was safe to say the blonde was truly impressed.

"Wow! Amazing, Anna! This is stunning… and practically perfect!" Elsa gawked for a moment. Anna chuckled and brushed back her hair in triumph.

The next hour or so was spent in the merriment of kicks and laughter. They told funny stories while Elsa then began to braid Anna's hair about halfway through Anna's third adventure. It was a dream the redhead had where she felt like she was in a freefall for about a minute. When landing, she felt wet and an obscure tickling feeling coming from the liquid. The redhead described it not as dense as water and somehow soft like a feather. She then told how she woke up laughing from the sensation. Elsa asked if she ever found out what the cause was, but an answer wasn't Anna's to receive. Eventually but swiftly, the dark of night had become upon them before long. Already, like petty seconds rushing by, the two of them had finished off the day with a quick snack before readying for slumber. Elsa was the first to get changed and waited on the couch in the living room for Anna to do the same. She looked back when she heard footsteps, but it was only the redhead's mother. Their eyes connected for a second. The blonde could see she was going to wish her some sort of "goodnight" or "see you in the morning".

"All ready for bed, I see?" the brunette asked. Her words turned into a shielded yawn at the end of her sentence.

"Indeed." Elsa smiled. "Are you off to bed as well?"

"Yeah. As you can tell, I'm pretty exhausted." Iduna giggled. "I'm just going to say goodnight to Anna before I go." rubbing her eye. "By the way, it was nice of you to come over once again. It always is. You don't know how much it warms my heart to see her this happy. I don't think she's ever been this much actually."

Elsa tried to hold back a blush. She couldn't stop herself from smiling, however. "Oh, well, it's fun being here. …I mean… you two are the only people I actually connect with."

"Well, I'm glad to hear it." Iduna smiled once more.

Both of their eyes drifted away when a brief squeak came from behind the mother. Anna stepped out of the bathroom with a giant stretch and a yawn. She wore a purple nightgown that hung down just above her knees with a little flower at the bottom left. Elsa smiled in complete adulation. It was a good thing Iduna turned away.

The brunette approached her daughter, quietly saying their partings before embracing in a quick hug. An odd sense struck within Elsa for a second. It was cold and very jealous. Elsa then saw Iduna plant a firm kiss upon the center of Anna's forehead. Elsa nearly squeaked as her eyes widened. It was rather unorthodox. The blonde birthed a very unsettling burst of envy. Elsa was taken aback by herself. She never felt such an intense feeling, and why most of all? The blonde couldn't think straight. The image of Anna getting kissed replayed over and over again. She looked at her hand, which was now a fist. Elsa broke from her thoughts in utter confusion. She thought she was done with all of these weird happenings.

"What is going on?" she could only think. It was only her mother.

"Goodnight, Elsa." the blonde heard a voice say. Elsa looked up from the ground, finding herself caught in the gaze of a silent woman. She shook her head and coughed.

"O-oh, um… S-sorry. Have a good night." The blonde watched the brunette woman wave before leaving downstairs.

"Alright! Shall we be going as well?" Anna asked, swinging her fist gleefully. Elsa shook her head once again as she stood up from the cushions.

"Y-yes, of course." doing her best to giggle. She was still a little on edge.

The lights went out shortly after. The remainder of the girls' evening was spent in discussion as they both lied in their separate beds. Elsa, who lied on the carpet next to Anna's bed frame, did for the most part listen. She hadn't many interesting stories at all and had already spoken of them not too long before. Whether Anna realized this or not, she was doing an excellent job of keeping the conversation alive. Elsa wanted to thank her. The blonde stared at the stars on the ceiling, which glowed green in the darkness they had been swallowed in. In a silence between Anna's stories, Elsa thought.

The blonde took a moment to realize where she was and just what was happening. She was lying in another's house, and to those others did she call friends. Even her comprehending the fact that she had a friend seemed like a dream. How did her quiet, lonely life and her horrid past turn into this in what seemed like such a short amount of time? She used to dream about a life like this but never actually thought it would happen. Elsa felt something in her heart grow. She wanted to tell Anna everything right that moment.

But she couldn't. Not yet.

"You know, Elsa, even though I've already said this before, I'm grateful for everything in my life. I think the problem with this world is that everybody has lost their sense of companionship. I hear about these stories and how people can be so… so heartless to one another. And because of that, I'm just so happy I am who I am. I love my mother. I love everything about my life. And I'm truly happy you're in it as well. Forgive me if this is getting weird." she said quickly with a chuckle. "As outrageous as it sounds, I think there is a reason why I was made like this. I just hope I find that reason soon. In spite of everything I have gone through, I'm proud to be me. …I wouldn't want to be anybody else."

A dense silence proliferated among them. Elsa was astounded, knowing right where she was coming from. She didn't know how to respond.

"Goodnight, Elsa…" the blind girl finished. The blonde heard her blankets rustle as she turned to her side. Her words rang throughout Elsa's head. It was a stretch, though by the slightest pitch in Anna's voice, Elsa could sense a tiny smile before the redhead had sought for slumber.

Elsa awoke to black by the sound of movement, confused as to what time it was. She didn't feel as if she had slept long enough yet, and the world remained as quiet and dead as ever. Barely even seeing it, a foot touched the ground just a few inches away from her face. The bed beside her creaked, and a small inhale was heard.

"Anna?" The movement came to a halt.

"Oh, sorry, Elsa. I didn't mean to wake you."

"What are you doing?" the blonde asked nicely.

"I'm just going to get a glass of water."

Elsa lifted up on her elbow, "Oh, well, do you want me to come?"

"No, no, no. It's fine. I'll just be a bit." shaking both her head and hand.

"Oh, nonsense." Elsa threw her blankets off, proceeding to stand. "I'll come with you."

"OK then. Thank you. If you need to, you can turn the lights on."

The two of them walked out of the door and into the hallway—Anna leading, and Elsa following close behind. They quickly walked down the stretch towards the stairs before carefully heading up. The blonde allowed Anna to take her time, but the redhead seemed to be going at a fair pace. Knowing she had been granted permission, Elsa flicked the light on for her own sake. She almost immediately fell down the stairs.

Anna was walking roughly three to four steps in front of Elsa and continued to maintain that distance. However, from the blonde's perspective, her face was perfectly level with the woman's lower cheeks. Not only that, her blouse was caught underneath the band of her underwear, exposing the entirety of her rump to be filled in the blonde's gaze. Like a movie screen, Elsa got a clear, fine look of that ample bottom of hers. She froze, feeling as if she was falling into shock.

Elsa nearly gasped but luckily covered her mouth before anything could be muttered. She tried to look away to respect her dear friend but kept finding herself staring back at it seconds later. Eventually, she let her mind persuade her and kept straight. Elsa knew it was a sin, but she couldn't help it. There would never again be a time like this, and she did not want to miss this opportunity. She continued to tell herself that no one would ever know, but guilt still dragged onto her greatly. Elsa couldn't deny herself any longer how perfect it was. She stared at it—watched it. Anna's cheeks rose up and down and bounced with each step. Climbing the stairs only significantly enhanced its prominence and luster, since her legs had to rise more. Her perfectly soft, curved hips swayed to the sides, luring Elsa's eyes everywhere they went. The center was truly something that the blonde would remember for the rest of her days. The vertical strip between her pillows was just and utmost tantalizing; Elsa nearly lost her breath. It was calling for Elsa. It was teasing her. The blonde wanted to reach out and grab it. She longed to place her index finger and thumb around it and just simply pull. Did Anna not feel the glitch in her attire?

With a bit of confusion, Elsa found herself at normal height once again, breaking her out of her trance more abrupt than she would have expected. They had reached the top finally. Elsa only pictured what she just saw in her head for a moment before blinking away. She looked forward and saw Anna walking into the kitchen. However, the blonde did not follow so shortly. She was ready to take a step but stopped when noticing something. Her right hand was in front of her like it was in the midst of grabbing something. It hit her hard right then. She almost grabbed Anna like she had been dazing about. She didn't know if she was actually going to, but if it wasn't for the top of the staircase, she might have lost everything. With her opposite hand, she quickly placed her arm down to the side, holding it there. She closed her eyes and took a breath.

"That was too close. What is wrong with you!? Ugh! Be careful!" she whispered. Right after, she approached the kitchen.

After a quick minute or two, the two girls began heading back. It was no doubt that Anna had more difficulty walking downstairs, so Elsa was obliged to aid her. The blonde usually wouldn't have been so tense, but since what just happened not so long ago, her brain seemed to be on the fritz. She was holding Anna's right hand with her right and taking Anna by her left shoulder with her left. She began to question excessively, though. She wondered if she was holding Anna too close to her, perhaps making the redhead confused or uncomfortable. Elsa would try to ease herself, but every now and then, their legs would rub briefly together. Elsa didn't think any of it first occurrence, but she looked down, only to see that her dress remained as before, meaning that she was very nearly coming into contact with a certain something. It happened after some time again. Elsa gulped, fearing that Anna maybe wondering why they were touching hips and thighs so often, even though it was probably another accident. Elsa could get the dread of "probably" out of her head. Her mind was set that Anna thought she meant to touch her. She didn't even realize how hard she was gripping Anna's hand. That only struck her with an even greater sense of fear. Anna had to hate her about now.

Quickly after, she found blackness.

"Psst… Elsa…" the blonde heard as something lightly pushed her shoulder. She blinked quite a lot; her eyes were a little heavy. She noticed the outline of someone's arm. Her eyelids fell once again before opening after something had moved her for the second time.

"Elsa…" a girl's voice whispered. Slowly Elsa's pupils turned upwards, very faintly seeing a familiar face in the darkness and her blur from slumber.

"Anna…?" she eventually moaned. She heard the woman giggle.

"Sorry, I didn't really want to wake you, but I had to inform you that Mama has made breakfast for us in case you wanted any. You can go back to sleep if you'd like, though. We'll save some for you."

The blonde rubbed her eye with the back of her hand, "Oh, how nice of her. Do you know what time it is by any chance?" she asked pushing herself off the carpet ground.

"I think she said around nine a few minutes ago. But you can go back to sleep. There's plenty upstairs. I didn't even want to wake you up. I just… thought it'd be best to let you know."

"Oh, don't worry about it. I probably would have got up soon anyway." throwing the blankets off her.

"OK, well, sorry again."

"Oh, really it's nothing. Please don't think of it like that."

"I know, I know. Anyways, I've already got dressed, so I don't need to be here any longer. I'll let you change and whatever, but if you need me, I'll be upstairs."

"Alright. Thank you." The blonde watched her friend out the door and disappear to the left. However, her eyes seemed to linger to the region of her departure. She saw Anna leave—the girl's back turned toward Elsa. Suddenly she went back. Elsa began to remember and picture the scene at the stairs. The blonde remembered what happened and what she didn't but almost did. Her palm met with her forehead at a painful rate.

"Stupid!" she screamed in her mind. "You witch! What is wrong with you!?" Her arm fell down to her side with a sigh. She slowly began to recap what happened, trying to ignore the discontent she felt within herself. One thing managed to bring a source of hope and light.

Elsa remembered how panicked she felt when assisting Anna—wondering if the redhead thought of her any differently, oddly, or angrily because of how "close" Elsa might have seemed. Providentially, the redhead did not act any different or negatively towards Elsa as the morning had come. She was still the bright and gleeful girl that the blonde knew since the very first day. Elsa chuckled at herself with a groan. There was no way Anna hated her just because their legs rubbed together. The more Elsa thought about it, the more she became embarrassed by herself. Her palms and fingers shielded a red on her face.

The blonde eventually found her way to the kitchen after a few minutes of gathering and readying her things. She took her first step in and noticed Anna at the table happily eating. She looked left to see Iduna putting away cups and bowls in a cupboard on the left wall. Her face was blocked behind the left door of the cupboard, but closed it after a moment and turned left when she noticed something at the corner of her eye. The woman's face lit up with a smile.

"Good morning, Elsa!" she spiritedly greeted the blonde, cupping her hands.

"Good morning." Elsa replied, smiling back.

"I made breakfast for the two of you." Iduna gestured to the table. Elsa followed her hand and noticed a filled plate and a vacant chair waiting for her on the left end of the table.

"Oh, yes, right. Anna told me. I appreciate it. Thank you."

"Oh, don't mention it. Help yourself to whatever you please."

Elsa walked over and joined Anna at the table—the both of them swiftly engaging in conversation and soon sharing in laughter. Elsa enjoyed every little bit and sweetness of her dish. Like the redhead's plate, she had a barrage of different fruits, such as watermelon, cantaloupe, grapes, strawberries, blueberries, banana slices, and few others. She had a peanut butter and jammed slice of toast and scrambled eggs to finish off.

Iduna listened to the two girls while she continued with the chores. A great smile formed on her face as the girls made the best of their morning. She never felt so happy for her daughter; Elsa was a perfect match for her. The brunette never realized how well they entwined like two laces of a shoe. She never heard Anna laugh so much in her life and had a hunch it was the same for Elsa. They were like two halves of a picture—one not complete without the other; how lucky they were to find each other. Iduna felt so grateful to be present with the moment. She felt like tearing up. She felt like thanking Elsa. But she kept quiet and behaved like nothing was happening. Good thing she was facing away the entire time.

Alas, the time came after an hour or so for Elsa to be on her way. She gathered her bags and clothes before putting on her shoes and readying to say her thanks and goodbyes. A few feet back, Iduna stood and watched, holding Anna around the waist. The mother was the first to speak to Elsa and wish her a farewell.

"Thank you for coming again, really." The blonde didn't know how much Iduna meant it.

"Thanks for having me! It was a pleasure!" Elsa responded. She didn't realize how big her smile was. Iduna was the only one to have seen the amount of joy Elsa had, even though there was still some hiding.

"Oh, anytime. Please, if you want to come over for anything or do this again, just ask."

"Yeah!" Anna agreed.

"OK, I sure will. Thank you again. Thank you, too, Anna." Suddenly, the redhead leaped from the light bond of her mother's hand into Elsa's arms. They both smiled and laughed. Anna threw her arms and head around Elsa's neck, squeezing her tightly, closing her eyes in comfort. The blonde welcomed her and held her like the girl was dying of hypothermia.

"Thank you so much, Elsa. I had lots of fun."

Elsa patted and rubbed her back, "Yeah, I did, too. Thanks for thinking of the idea." The redhead let go and stood in front of Elsa for a second with a bright red in her cheeks. She faced the ground and pushed a tuft of hair behind her ear.

Anna put her arms down straight and her hands together, "Aw, thank you. I'm glad you came over. …So… have a nice day. I'll see you next time." the redhead finished. Elsa smiled at her adorableness, perhaps too evidently, since Iduna was watching. The blonde didn't seem to care that much if she did or not.

"And you both have a great day as well. Bye! And thanks again!" she waved, closing the door behind her.