Important A/N: Listen guys, this ISN'T Helsa. I have nothing against the whole Elsa with Hans thing, but I can't write it. I don't know, I'm not a fan. Maybe something about him being a whole dick in the movie just threw me off. We'll never know.

Also, I'm sorry to those of you questioning where the updates are. No excuses. Just haven't had the time or energy. Thanks guys! -Sara

If she could have, she would have drowned in the green of those eyes. She would have recorded then set on replay that melodious laugh. She would've caressed the velvety smooth touch of flesh with the most delicate of fingertips.

Anna blinked slowly, smiled gingerly. Oh how desperately Elsa wished to kiss those deliciously sculpted lips of rose.

Their eyes locked, hunger and a guilty sense of longing the only conveyed emotions swirling within both. Nothing stood between them. Not reality. Not the fabrications of half truths and white lies.

Elsa was the first to move, eager but understandably anxious. But Anna didn't stop her. The redhead's eyes slid shut as the blonde inched forward, breath stilling in anticipation. An anchor of nerves buried itself in the confines of Elsa's bosom.

Her own eyes slid shut when she was close enough to feel a breath again her flushed face, enough to make her squirm.

"Elsa."

The sound of her name made her freeze. Because it was said so... wrongly. It made her feel vulnerable and disturbed. It made everything swim in uncertainty.

"Elsa."

This time she knew it wasn't from Anna. But even then she couldn't open her eyes. She just wanted to hold on to this, to the thought that maybe it was okay.

Anna's lips brushed her own.

"Elsa!"

She jerked awake, head snapping up as panic ripped through her chest painfully tight. Through the fuzzy and nonexistent clarity, she could just barely discern that this was her room.

"Elsa!" Her mother, somewhere too far away and unimportant.

Her head fell back to the pillow, eyes squeezing shut as tears prickled at the backs of her eyes. When she licked her lips, she could still feel a ghost kiss present. Taunting.

A bead of sweat tickled her collarbone as she pushed herself up onto her elbows. She felt disgusting.

With a sigh, she swallowed down the anger and frustration ebbing its way into her head. "Fucking idiot."

She just wanted to curl back up and forget there was a world to walk out into.

Instead, she slid out of bed and headed for her mother's room.

His eyes bore into her, challenging orbs of faded turquoise. But his simple smile contradicted, thin lips curled up innocently. He scratched his ear, leaning forward to study her.

"An internship. The best I can do for now. That would work for you, ya?"

Elsa's hands clenched in her lap, but she did her best to return his generous grin. "Yes, an internship would be lovely."

He nodded approvingly, glancing over at his computer screen. She was fairly certain her application was what held his attention so effortlessly during this whole exchange.

He eyed her sideways. "You can be here tomorrow at six, ya?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then welcome aboard, Elsa."

He stood up then, and she froze, surprised at his size. He towered over everything, massive muscle wise. But what you would call a gentle giant.

His hand came out, offered. She swallowed uneasily and stood as well, embarrassed to see her hand slightly shaking before it was overwhelmed by his own.

If he noticed, he didn't acknowledge it. She smiled a bit more forcibly. It hurt her cheeks.

"Thank you, Mr Oaken."

"Dude, that's great!" Olaf practically shouted. His arms wrapped around her, her feet leaving the floor as he lifted and twirled her around.

She squeaked, face ablaze. A few of their co-workers snickered, someone wolf whistled playfully.

Olaf laughed, setting her back down. "I'm proud of you, scamp." His hand ruffled her hair; she swatted at it too late to do any good but soon enough to smack his wrist.

"Stop, it's not a real job yet. They might not even really hire me." She knew it was the truth, but she couldn't help smiling at his enthusiasm.

He shrugged, gap toothed grin so cheeky it was unreal. "Doesn't matter. It's better than no chance."

She opened her mouth to respond, but he beat her to the chance by pulling her into another bone crushing hug.

She complained against his chest, argued that there were customers to get to. It took a few moments, but he finally let her go. Not without a quick kiss to her temple.

"Alright, fine. So it's not that big a deal. Not like you've wanted to work there forever. What was that dream of yours? Master chef, I believe?"

Elsa rolled her eyes."And your dream is to be a professional skater. We all have our fantasies."

She began walking away, out into the front. He followed behind, still grinning from ear to ear. "Yeah, but yours isn't a fantasy anymore. It's reality."

"What's a reality?" a sweet voice cut in.

Elsa's smile faltered. She hadn't kept track of the time. But there was Anna, sitting at the counter, smiling right along with Olaf.

Her nose was slightly pink, Elsa noticed. And her hair was swept back half-heartedly. More to keep in check than for looks.

"Els just got her dream job," Olaf clarified. The two had gotten to know each other since Elsa was a mutual friend. It helped that Anna came here every night basically.

Elsa wanted to interject, but when her eyes met Anna's, her dream came rushing back. It didn't help that that look was mischievous.

"Then I guess we celebrate," Anna smirked.