On the weekend before Halloween, Crowns and Gowns lands on the doorsteps and inside mailboxes of its many subscribers. Upon the credits page of the magazine, a change has been made. Underneath Elsa's name and position is the name of the new executive director: Jane Porter. Elsa can't help but smile as she looks at the list of her staff members, pleased to finally give her friend the position she deserves.

As she sets down the magazine, she glances at her costume for Rapunzel's party tonight. It's a pirate costume, and she even managed to find one that wasn't too revealing. Although, when she tried it on, she discovered that her cleavage would definitely draw attention. At least the party will be kid free.

She honestly hadn't been sure what to wear, but after shopping around a costume store with Kristoff—the boys running ahead of them to look for their own costumes to wear at school—he had persuaded her into buying it. He'll be attending the party as a lumberjack without a shirt, an idea that still makes Elsa roll her eyes.

Her phone vibrates in her pocket, and she takes it out to find Anna's name on the screen.

"What are you wearing tonight?"

Elsa smirks and replies, "Sexting already?"

"Shut up. You know what I meant."

"Haha, I know. You tell me first."

"I don't know yet. I'm looking but it's slim pickings. I waited too long to get a costume. Why is everything a sexy version of something?"

"Because sex sells."

"Clearly."

"What's left?"

A pause, and then the dots appear in the conversation, telling Elsa that Anna is typing out a list.

"Well," she finally answers, "we have (all sexy) gladiator, cop, flapper girl, football player, cheerleader, baseball player—"

Elsa's heart skips a beat and she starts typing without reading the rest of the options. "Baseball player."

"Why?"

"What does the costume consist of?"

"You're not answering my question."

"You're not answering mine."

"You're ridiculous. How about I surprise you," Anna texts, "and you surprise me?"

Elsa giggles. "Fine. See you tonight."

"See you." It's followed by a heart emoji.

Elsa bites her lip, hiding a smile. She slips her phone back into her pocket and hoists herself off her bed. Olaf is in his bedroom, playing with his Lego X-Wing fighter. He's loudly singing the Star Wars theme, mixing in several airplane and exploding noises as he whooshes it around the room.

"Hey, Olaf?" Elsa asks, leaning on the doorway.

"Yeah?" He keeps running around, eyes on his precious toy.

"Are you all packed for Uncle Kristoff's tonight?"

"Uh-huh! 'Cept for my pajamas," he says, making the X-Wing come to a gentle landing on his desk. "I dunno which ones to take."

She chuckles and crosses over, sliding open his mirrored closet doors. Olaf is very serious when it comes to picking out his pajamas for some reason. Elsa doesn't question it, but she knows that he values her opinion on the pajamas he wears. She has no idea why he cares so much about pajamas of all things.

"How about your spaceman pajamas?" she asks, pulling out a drawer from his dresser in the closet.

"No, I wore those to my last sleepover," he shakes his head, standing next to her and peering into the drawer.

"Okay. Your snowman pajamas?"

"I wanna save 'em for Christmas."

"Olaf, that's two months away."

"So?" He looks up at her with his big blue eyes, almost staring at Elsa in disbelief. She smiles and keeps shuffling through the options.

"Lego movie?"

"Uh-uh."

"How about the blue shirt and the black flannels you like?" She asks as she takes them out of the drawer. "With a pair of cozy socks since I know your feet get cold."

He brightens. "Yes, those!" He grabs them from her hands. "Thank you, Mama!"

Olaf jogs over to his little duffle bag and stuffs them unceremoniously inside. He then takes his white tiger stuffed animal and shoves it in too.

"All done!" he says proudly, zipping it up.

Elsa laughs. "Great. Are you excited for Halloween?"

The two of them start heading into the living room, Elsa intent on making herself some tea, and Olaf simply following along.

"Yeah!" He hops onto a stool and twirls himself around. "I can't wait to be a Jedi! D'you think Miss Eldr will like my costume?"

"I'm sure she will," Elsa says, filling the kettle, and placing it on the stove as she lights it.

"I wonder what she'll be," Olaf hums.

Probably not the sexy baseball player, Elsa thinks humorously. "I'm not sure, pal."

"Mr. Frollo didn't dress up. He said it wasn't good or fun or something." Olaf stops spinning, getting dizzy. He giggles, grabbing the countertop for balance. "I want to get a lot of chocolate when we trick-or-treat. Last year Mr. Fredricksen gave me, Sven, and Winifred full bars!"

"I remember."

"That was so cool! I hope he does it again."

"Maybe he will."

Olaf wiggles in his seat with excitement as he watches his mother sift through the boxes of tea in the pantry. She decides on an English blend that Jane gave her a couple of months ago "just because", which only reinforces that Jane is a deserving friend. The kettle starts to whistle loudly, and Elsa relieves it from the flames, turning off the stove.

"Mama?" Olaf says, tilting his head to the side.

"Yes?" Elsa fixes her tea, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.

He's quiet for a moment before saying, "Nothing. I just love you."

Elsa smiles and turns, resting her mug on the counter across from her son. She leans on her elbows and looks at him affectionately.

"I love you, too."

He grins at her, showing his two buck teeth. Elsa reaches over and tosses his hair, deciding that her son is the most adorable kid on the face of the planet. She knew it from the moment she laid her eyes on his face, but he keeps proving it over and over again.

She listens to him talk about his hopes for Halloween, and his disappointment that it's on a school night, but it doesn't deter his high excitement levels. He rambles about the new lightsaber that Elsa bought him when they got his costume, explaining to her again that it even lights up and makes noises.

Elsa sips her tea, her ears picking up on the sounds of rain gently falling on the roof above them. Her eyes flicker over to the French doors in the living room, witnessing her patio furniture getting washed with rain. She hopes that it doesn't rain out trick-or-treating on Monday.

Olaf asks her if he can put on his sweatshirt and play on the monkey bars in the backyard, but Elsa says no.

"Let's play Kirby instead," she offers. "You love that game and I don't want you getting sick before Halloween."

He sighs. "Okay." He hops off the stool and makes his way into the front room, Elsa following him.

As she plays with him, her eyes focusing on her character as she guides it through the map, her mind drifts off to the party once again. Anna just might wear the baseball costume, and Elsa desperately wants to see her in it.

After all, baseball is her favorite sport.

Anna nervously tugs at the bottom of her over-sized jersey, praying to God that any parents attending the party are good sports and won't mind seeing a second grade teacher in such risqué attire. Sure, it's Halloween, but she still feels like it's a little much for a party.

Following Elsa's suggestion, Anna purchased the baseball costume. The jersey is long and it covers the shorts provided, which she's grateful for since the shorts stop basically where they start. Her costume also includes knee-high socks and high heels fashioned to look like sneakers. She's wearing the cap backwards, as shown on the picture on the package. However, she left the prop baseball and glove at home. She's convinced herself that she'll need both of her hands for taking shots to drown away her embarrassment.

The rain from earlier let up, but in its wake is a freezing cold evening. She knocks rapidly on the door and rings the doorbell. When the door is thrown open, Rapunzel wraps Anna in a hug. She is wearing a very revealing costume made to look like a, well, lady of the night from some cowboy movie. Suddenly, Anna doesn't feel as self-conscious about her costume.

"Anna! I'm so glad you're here!" Rapunzel squeals. "You look so cute!"

"Thanks," is Anna's muffled response, having inhaled some of the feathers from Rapunzel's ridiculous and over-the-top hat. "You too."

"Thank you," Rapunzel giggles. "Come inside; it's nice and warm. Eugene!" She yells into the house. "Turn up the heat, please!"

"On it!" he replies from somewhere within their abode.

Rapunzel shuts the door behind Anna and leads her further inside.

"You got here just in time. The subs were just delivered and practically everyone is here," Rapunzel yammers on, her heels clacking on the tiled floor of the foyer. "Also, don't be shy with alcohol. Drink as much as your little heart desires. You're not a teacher in this house tonight!"

"Uh, noted," Anna chuckles. "Is Elsa here yet?"

Rapunzel flashes her a knowing smirk. "As a matter of fact, she is. She's in the game room with Kristoff and some other people. Go on and have fun! I've gotta replenish the chips." Rapunzel heads toward the kitchen, leaving Anna with no directions on where the game room is.

She blindly makes her way through the clumps of guests, recognizing some parents, but realizing that they're dressed just as provocatively as she is. If they make eye contact, they grin and cheerfully say hello to her, easing Anna's anxieties.

She finds her way into a room where there's a pool table and a dartboard. The room is relatively spacious, and so begins Anna's hunt for Elsa. But before she can give the room a sweep, she feels a hand on the small of her back.

"Hey," Elsa's voice whispers in her ear.

Anna shivers pleasantly and looks up at Elsa. Her cheeks flush at the sight of the blonde, and her eyes slowly comb over Elsa's costume. On Elsa's head is a pirate hat, her long platinum hair spilling out from under it and down her back. A few scars have been drawn on her pale cheeks with make up, and she even put in a single hoop earring in her left ear. Her pirate costume draws Anna's eyes to Elsa's cleavage and she swallows. The dress splits on the side, exposing one of Elsa's delicious legs, which is covered by a knee-high boot.

"Uh. . . hi," Anna squeaks.

"Nice costume," Elsa smirks.

"Thanks. You too." Anna averts her eyes from Elsa's cleavage and forces herself to look into Elsa's eyes. "Should you be flirting with me with parents around?"

"Relax, silly. It's a party. And only a handful of parents from school are here. Most of these people are Rapunzel's or Eugene's friends. And besides, they'll just think we're tipsy and having fun."

"I haven't had a drink yet."

"Then let me get you one." Elsa smiles. "Anything in particular?"

Anna shrugs. "I don't care. Surprise me."

"You got it." Elsa wants to move in to kiss her, but holds back. "Stay put."

She walks out of the game room, and Anna looks back at the crowd before her. Suddenly, Kristoff Bjorgman makes a beeline for her. He's wearing incredibly tight jeans held up by suspenders. He has a grey beanie on his messy blonde hair, and an axe resting on his shoulder. And no shirt. She raises her brows slightly, but he doesn't catch the slight surprise in her eyes.

"Hey, Miss Eldr!" he grins.

"Hey, Mr. Bjorgman. Uh, you can call me Anna here," she says with an awkward smile.

"Anna, it is. And you can call me Kristoff." He takes a sip of his Jack and Coke. "Where'd Elsa run off to?"

"She's getting drinks." I hate making small talk with parents I don't know very well, she thinks to herself. But he is Elsa's friend. I need to think of him that way. She fiddles with her costume again, especially now that she's in front of a parent of one of her students.

"Oh, cool. So. . ."

The awkward "so", she sighs in her head. The bane of my existence. C'mon, Anna, do what you do best. Talk. "What is it that you do for a living?" Anna asks. "Elsa mentioned something about it but I don't really remember the details."

"I'm a contractor. I run a little company called Fixer Uppers. We refurbish restaurants, houses, offices, and stuff like that. I also work with my hands occasionally and build furniture for the places I refurbish."

"You're a handyman," Anna smiles.

"That I am. Elsa usually calls me over to fix her showers or sinks and things. I used to do that for a living when I worked with my dad but I wanted to a little more than just that."

"That's pretty awesome. I knew this guy in high school who really loved working with his hands. He took shop class with a friend of mine and he made, like, all the sets for the musical productions."

"You were in musicals?"

"Uh-huh. I loved performing."

"Why not try the big lights of Broadway?"

Anna shrugs. "I liked teaching kids more. I was a TA for extra credit, like my TA Peter is now, and I worked with first graders. I loved doing that. So I worked toward my teaching credential."

"Ah, so that's why you teach the kids songs from musicals sometimes?" Kristoff grins. "You're a theatre dork."

"I'm not gonna deny it," Anna says, lifting her chin.

"Deny what?" Elsa asks, appearing at Anna's side with two Halloween-themed drinks.

"That she's a theatre dork," Kristoff says.

"Please, you should see the RENT and Wicked posters she just bought on Amazon," Elsa smirks, handing Anna her drink. "She sent me the photo last week."

"Excuse me, but my old ones are all faded and my parents probably threw out the ones I had back home once I left their house. I asked them if they could send them to me, but they couldn't find them." Anna sips her beverage indignantly. "And anyway, I still trying to add my own personal touch to my tiny apartment."

"Fair enough," Elsa giggles.

"Don't you have any posters?" Anna asks her.

"I do. They're all framed in my front room where Olaf keeps his video games."

"So fancy," Kristoff teases.

"You're just jealous because you lack any sense of class."

"I have no idea what you're talking about?"

Elsa grins at Anna. "You should see how many reindeer he has included in his decor. There's so much that it makes his house look like a hunting lodge."

Kristoff rolls his eyes playfully as Anna snorts into her drink. "Whatever." He takes another swig of his drink before eyeing the two women. "So is this thing public now?" Kristoff gestures between them. "Wait, what even are you guys? Are you girlfriends?"

"We're dating," Elsa clarifies.

"Yeah, so we're not calling each other girlfriends." Anna leans against the wall.

"I see."

The party continues on, Elsa taking Anna through the house for a mini tour since Rapunzel is busy. Anna starts to loosen up a bit more as she sips her drink. They make their way into the living room, where the furniture is pushed up against the wall to make room for a dance floor. Music plays from Eugene's sound system, and guests are dancing in a moshpit of costumes, sweat, and alcohol.

"Let's avoid that," Anna says.

Elsa laughs. "Sure. Come on, we'll go to the kitchen. It's quieter and less crowded." She takes Anna by the hand and guides her. As promised, only a couple of guests and the two hosts are in the kitchen.

Anna and Elsa park themselves next to the chips and dip, watching as the guests make their way back to the party after taking a breather in the quiet space.

"You guys having fun?" asks Eugene, whose leather-clad cowboy costume matches his wide's theme.

"We are," Elsa says as Anna nods.

"Well, keep on having fun. Punz and I are gonna start up the costume contest. See you out there." He wraps his arm around Rapunzel's shoulders and leads her out of the kitchen, Rapunzel blowing Elsa and Anna a kiss as she passes them by.

Now only the two of them remain.

"Are you going to enter the costume contest?" Anna asks, eyeing Elsa's cleavage briefly before sweeping her gaze over her entire costume.

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"Because I know I'm not going to win."

Anna laughs. "What? Who is?"

"It'll be either the man dressed as Princess Leia from Jabba's Palace or that girl who's Peggy Carter as Captain America because her costume is hand-made. Plus, I haven't gotten a moment alone with you yet."

"Oh. . ." Anna flushes lightly. "That's true."

"And I've noticed you checking me out," Elsa says playfully.

"Uh, I-I-I," Anna splutters for answers. "Sorry, it's just r-right in my face."

"Hey, I'm not saying I haven't checked you out. I love this costume on you," Elsa purrs.

Anna bites her lip, hiding a grin. "The shirt is really comfortable, actually. I might start wearing it to bed often." She looks up at Elsa's face and notices the stunned expression on her features, paired nicely with a lovely red blush. Anna allows the grin to show. "Do you like that idea?"

"Perhaps. . ."

Anna giggles and sandwiches Elsa between herself and the wall. "I'll take that as a definite yes."

"Is the alcohol kicking in?" Elsa whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind Anna's ear.

"I've only had one drink," Anna counters. "Need I remind you that we're dating?"

"So does that mean I can do this?" Elsa leans forward and kisses Anna softly.

"Mm," Anna mumbles against her lips. "Yes it does."

Elsa kisses her again, resting her hands on Anna's waist. Anna excitedly wraps her arms around Elsa's neck. They stay in their little spot in the kitchen and exchange quiet kisses, the noise of the party muffled by the kitchen door. Somewhere in the house, Eugene is announcing the rules of the costume contest, and music starts up for the event.

The two women enjoying each other's company don't care in the slightest. They've been dying to share a quiet moment with each other, and now they're able to do it in private, away from prying eyes.

Eventually, they sneak off to the game room with a half empty bottle of wine and play a round of pool together. A speaker plays the music from the living room, and they shake their shoulders and dance to the beat as they play their game, occasionally pausing to share brief kisses and giggles.

When the bottle is empty, and Anna has kicked Elsa's butt in pool, they return to the rest of the party. They arrive just in time to find out that the winner of the costume contest is the guy dressed as Slave Leia, just as Elsa predicted. Anna rewards Elsa with a peck on the cheek and a dance now that they're both loosened up thanks to cheap win.

At some point, though Anna isn't sure how, she and Elsa wind up in the middle of the swarm of dancers. Nobody can see them getting handsy with one another, kissing hungrily as they sway to the music.

Maybe it's the euphoria she's experiencing, maybe it's the fact that she can't keep her hands off Elsa, but Anna suddenly wants to leave the party with Elsa. She reminds herself of the burning desires she's had when her imagination takes control in the middle of the night, how she replaced Clare with Elsa, and how well their dates have gone.

Anna leans forward and husks, "Let's get out of here."

"Really?"

"Yeah. We don't have to do anything but. . . I don't want these people around anymore."

"Your place or mine?"

"Mine."

"Okay. I came with Kristoff. Let me alert him so he can call an Uber or something."

Anna nods.

Elsa takes her hand and they push through the crowd. After telling Kristoff their plans, and receiving a knowing grin, they find Rapunzel and tell her that they're going to head out. She gives them a similar expression that Kristoff gave them, and Elsa rolls her eyes. Anna is soon driving to her apartment, Elsa following in her own car.

"So, you're gonna have to take that pirate hat off," Anna tells her, unlocking her apartment and pulling Elsa inside, eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Oh my god, I just realized how weird this is," Elsa giggles. "We're about to make out in full costume. And we can't even role-play because we're not matching."

"Role-play?" Anna smirks. "I didn't realize we were even going to go that far."

Elsa blushes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to sound like—"

"Hey, it's alright. I'm just teasing," Anna soothes. "I probably have sweatpants and a shirt in your size in my closet. We can get comfy and then make out on the couch." She pauses when she reaches the closet door. "But. . . if we get a little hot and heavy, just know that it's alright."

Elsa takes off her hat and removes her earring. "Alright, but I'll still be careful."

A couple of minutes later, Anna emerges from her closet, wearing a pair of clean flannel pajama bottoms, a loose-fitting shirt with a faded heart on it, and some cozy socks to warm her feet. She passes Elsa a similar outfit, with grey sweatpants rather than flannel.

"You can hang your costume on one of the free hangers in there," Anna tells her. "Although, I will miss your little chest show."

"It's the pirate's treasure chest, m'lady," Elsa says in a pirate accent, winking at Anna.

"That was so corny," Anna laughs.

"At least I didn't go straight for a booty joke," Elsa counters, taking the clothes and heading towards the closet.

"Awh, but it would have been funny too! Oh, by the way, I have makeup remover in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom."

"Thank you," Elsa says, smiling warmly at her before closing the closet door.

Anna bites her lip and pours Elsa and herself glasses of water. She doesn't know whether putting on music will suggest that she wants something more, so she busies herself with making sure her coffee table isn't a mess, putting the thought of Elsa undressing out of that pirate costume in the back of her mind.

A moment later, Elsa comes back out with a clean face and braided hair, wearing the pajamas. Anna offers her the glass of water without a word.

"Oh, thank you, Anna," Elsa says.

"Are you hungry? I have some chips. . . or, if you want, you can have some fruit. Or chocolate?" Anna toys with her fingers nervously.

"Water is fine. That's very sweet of you, though."

"What do you wanna do?"

"You're the one who wanted to get out of there," Elsa reminds her. "And now we're here. What did you want to do?"

"I wanted to make out. . . Is that okay?"

"Yeah, it's okay." Elsa takes a sip of her water. "Want to put some music on?"

"Sure. Anything in particular?"

Elsa sits down on the couch. "I don't care. Whatever makes you comfortable."

Anna opens her laptop and puts on a playlist she thinks will put them in the right mood. She sits beside Elsa, kissing her softly to start. The kisses become deeper, Anna soon finding herself beneath Elsa as the blonde kisses her neck. Anna's fingers become tangled in Elsa's platinum mane, her eyes shut as she swims in bliss.

Somewhere around midnight, they move to the bed to continue their make out session. Hands wander but never go any further than allowed. There's still a hint of hesitance in each of them. Neither of them is entirely sure where the other is when it comes to making moves. Elsa definitely tries to convey to Anna that she's okay with a little more, but Anna is the one who seems the most apprehensive, this being her idea.

Elsa doesn't blame her. Last time she was here, she left Anna. Of course Anna is going to be a little wary of that kind of intimacy. Elsa's own cautiousness merely comes from uncertainty of where Anna stands.

After sometime, Elsa finds herself cradling a sleeping Anna beneath the blankets of her warm bed. Elsa plays her schedule for tomorrow in her head. She has to pick up Olaf from Kristoff's around eleven. That should give her plenty of time to spend the morning with Anna and maybe make up for leaving her that first night. With a mental note to make coffee in the morning, Elsa allows herself to give in to exhaustion and drifts off into the soft sheets of Anna's bed.

The smell of coffee invades Anna's dreams, prompting her to wake up with slight confusion. Her brain is just starting to chug to life, her vision blurry. She blindly reaches over to touch Elsa, but finds her spot empty.

Panic and hurt immediately strike through her. She's about to get up and find her phone to scream at Elsa to give her a piece of her mind.

"Good morning."

Anna flails in the tangle of sheets before turning to see Elsa looking at her from the kitchen bar. She's holding a mug of coffee, her hair slightly disheveled and face make up free, which means that she probably just woke up not too long ago. All frustration in Anna instantly evaporates.

"I'm sorry, did you think I left?" Elsa's voice is small and apologetic.

"At first. . ." Anna untangles herself from her blankets and stumbles on the thinly carpeted floor.

"I promise you that I'm not that kind of person. I gave you a shitty impression of me. But, I'm making up for it. Coffee?" Elsa lifts her mug as an example.

"You made coffee?" Anna smiles teasingly. "You went through my pantry?"

"I took a wild guess and opened the cupboard above your coffee maker. Lo and behold, the coffee grounds were in there. Magic." Elsa wiggles her fingers.

Anna giggles as she approaches. "Thank you for making coffee. That's very sweet of you." She grabs a mug from her little mug holder that she made one rainy afternoon after a splurge at Michael's and Hobby Lobby. Painted above the hooks are the words "Mug Life", which Elsa comments is absolutely adorable.

"Anyway, I wanted to have something for when you woke up," Elsa says kindly. "But I didn't want to completely invade your space and I wasn't sure if you liked eggs for breakfast or anything. And I didn't want to leave and get something because of. . . well, I saw how you felt when I wasn't in the bed just now," Elsa says, slight shame in her voice. "I wasn't sure if we were quite at that level of trust that is me going through your stuff after only spending one night together."

"Well, thank you for being considerate of that. I appreciate it." Anna pours herself a cup of coffee and fixes it with a couple of spoonfuls of sugar and some cream. "So, I'm guessing you have to pick up Olaf soon?"

"Not for another couple of hours. I'm probably going to leave at ten or so. Is that okay?"

Anna nods. "Absolutely. I'd really like that. Here, let me make some breakfast. Take a seat at the bar."

Elsa does, sipping her drink. Her eyes follow Anna around the small kitchen as she works on their breakfast. Elsa studies her movements, allowing her gaze to linger on Anna's backside. She bites her lip slightly, forcing herself to look up at Anna's profile as she turns her head so she can see what she's reaching for.

Soon breakfast is right in front of Elsa, the whole apartment smelling of coffee, eggs, and bacon. Anna places her plate across from Elsa, and they talk quietly as they eat, simply enjoying each other's company. The clock in the kitchen ticks away the seconds, and they can hear a light drizzle outside.

"I really hope it doesn't rain on Halloween," Elsa says as Anna washes their now-empty dishes. "Olaf would be crushed."

"I don't think it will. The forecast calls for clouds and no rain."

Elsa nods, running her hand through her hair. The usually-slicked-back bangs fall into her eyes, and Anna's heart flutters at the sight.

"What are you going to be for the school parade?" Elsa asks.

"Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. I have the costume specifically for the school parade."

"Wait. . ." Elsa purses her lips as she thinks. "I remember seeing a Dorothy last year."

"That was me."

"That was you, wasn't it?" She frowns. "Then why on Earth are you being her again?"

"Because I have the costume."

"Anna, you can't be the same thing twice in a row. I'm pretty sure that's against the law." Her voice is playful.

"You're hysterical," Anna deadpans, shaking her head at Elsa's shit-eating grin.

Elsa finishes her coffee and stands to stretch. Anna stares at the bit of pale skin allowed to show itself as Elsa's shirt rises, running her tongue over her bottom lip before biting it.

"Once again, I'm without a change of clothes," Elsa says with a light chuckle.

"You can keep those for right now. I trust that you'll return them the next time you're here."

Elsa smiles over her shoulder. "I will. Or maybe I'll just send Olaf to class with a bag."

Anna laughs. "That wouldn't be weird at all," she jokes.

Elsa runs her hands through her hair again. "So, what should we do now?"

Anna downs her coffee and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. "I'm gonna go brush my teeth actually. Make yourself comfortable." She heads into the bathroom and looks at herself in the mirror. "Fuck my hair." It's ridiculous looking, tangled, and absolutely disheveled. She groans, hoping that Elsa hasn't paid too much attention to it.

She wrestles her hair into a presentable bun and brushes her teeth quickly.

When she returns, Elsa is sitting on the couch, looking through her phone. Anna is filled with a short burst of envy. It's not fair that Elsa can wake up looking flawless, and Anna must look like a wreck. Elsa tilts her head back to look at Anna.

"My feet are killing me," Anna whines. "Those sneaker-heels are so painful. Never again."

Elsa chuckles and puts down her phone. "Would you like a foot massage?"

Anna grins and sits down. She lifts her leg so it rests in Elsa's lap. They talk as Elsa rubs Anna's feet, Anna slowly losing her train of thought as Elsa's thumbs press into her skin. Her teal eyes close, and Elsa smiles. It's intimate and comfortable, which is nice for where they are in their relationship.

The sit in silence for a bit, and Elsa starts to mindlessly massage further up Anna's leg.

"Elsa?" Anna breaks the silence.

"Hm?" Elsa hums, not raising her eyes to meet Anna's.

"I just. . . when do you want to have sex? Or are we there yet?"

Elsa blinks before letting their eyes lock. "I've been waiting for your okay. I mean, there's that stupid three-date rule, if you can even call it a rule." Her thumbs press into Anna's calf, causing Anna to bite back a moan. "And it's been, what? Three, four weeks? I'll be honest; my stupid hormones are begging for me to do something, but I'm respecting your boundaries and waiting for you to be okay." She pauses. "Although, we haven't even established whether or not we're, like, girlfriends. If we press on to anything serious, you do know my son will eventually come into the picture. I can't keep you a secret from him."

"I know."

Elsa looks down at her hands. "It wouldn't be a problem. And I really do want to explore a relationship with you. More than just dating and kissing."

Anna leans forward and covers a pale hand with her own freckled one. Elsa glances up at her. Anna is smiling gently, eyes kind and understanding.

"I want that, too. I know it'll be hard, but I'm glad we're on the same page. Communication is beautiful, isn't it?"

Elsa cracks a grin. "It really is." Her smile fades slightly. "So. . . girlfriends?"

"Girlfriends."

Elsa tilts forward and presses a tender kiss to Anna's lips. Anna deepens it for a brief moment, excitement bubbling in her stomach. When she's about to pull away, Elsa brings her back. This elicits a sound of surprise from Anna, but she quickly falls back into it.

Hands lazily wander again, but it's enough to send them both deeper into each other. Elsa's hands are suddenly under Anna's shirt, and Anna's are tugging on Elsa's waistband.

Thirty minutes later, across town, Kristoff gets a text from Elsa that reads, "I'm going to be late."

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