Elsa jerked awake, finding herself in a strange bedroom. The arm draped around her and the familiar scent of Anna was the first thing she noticed. Right. This is her room. That's still so weird. Olaf had spent the night at Kristoff's, so she didn't have to worry about being seen with Anna, but she still just couldn't sleep that late. It was honestly surprising that she'd even managed to sleep until sunrise, since she was still on East coast time.

She kissed Anna's cheek and pried herself free, doing her best to avoid waking her. She seemed to succeed. It's good to see she's still a sound sleeper. As she reached the door, she turned back to see her partner, hair a curly mess, snoring softly, with the sheet barely covering her. Her feelings were still a complicated whirlwind, it still felt wrong, but that part was growing ever smaller as they grew closer. This really is what I want.

With a heavy sigh, she opened the door, and walked into the hall. Tiana had beaten some good habits into her, even if she had fought the whole way, so she decided to go for a jog. It had been a while and she could use it. The fresh air would certainly be good for her.

She changed into some clothes she'd brought for lying around the house and went outside. At six AM, the weather was decent, a light mist covered everything, but it seemed to be in the low seventies. She played some music on her phone and went around the block, trying to get a hang for Anna's soon to be former neighborhood. Even with GPS, getting lost on a jog would just be annoying.

She tried to just let her mind go blank. She'd been thinking almost nonstop of late and letting herself breathe and just enjoy her run seemed like exactly what she needed, but, of course, things never go as planned.

As ever, her mind began to drift to Anna. I told her I love her yesterday. I still can't believe it. Finishing her first trip round the block, Elsa decided to add to it. She'd just keep it to a square the best she could. The layout was inconsistent, but it was still doable.

I'm really in love with my sister. I didn't groom her; I know Anya's wrong, I wasn't trying for this at all. I don't think I even had feelings for her before, although the evidence seems stacked against me there. Why can't I stop thinking about that? Anastasia is just a bitch. She always sees the worst in me, it doesn't mean I'm doing anything wrong. I'm not hurting her.

Some sappy song came on, and it was definitely not helping with her introspective state. She skipped to whatever next song the program decided she needed to hear, and was relieved to find something that wasn't romantic or heart wrenching at all. 'Go Your Own Way' seemed oddly appropriate, but at least it wasn't directly about anything she was dealing with.

As she ran, making a turn about eight blocks from Anna's house, Anya's words still haunted her. She'd been trying so hard to keep her cool, to not let Anna know just how much it had gotten to her. It was still obvious she knew, especially since they ran off to the other side of the country a few days later, but she could at least pretend that it was working. Was I trying for this all along?

She tried to convince herself that even if it was true, it wouldn't matter. Anna was the one that had insisted on it, after over a decade of barely seeing her. She wanted her. I didn't force this; I didn't even know I'd wanted it. It wasn't some subconscious thing; I don't care how good I am at manipulating people, no one can pull off a con over thirty years without meaning to.

Feet pounding against the pavement, she picked up speed, letting her muscles burn, trying to push away her doubts. I love her. She loves me. That just needs to be enough. Finally, the burn started to drag her away from herself. She focused on her breathing, on the feeling in her body, the runner's high starting to kick in as she finished her first mile. She let the run be her whole world. Everything else could wait until she was done.

The songs avoided anything else too on the nose, instead just urging her on as she ran, letting her put a few more miles on these shoes. She was beginning to regret having not brought her actual running shoes. Blisters seemed pretty likely with the beating she was giving herself, but she needed it, not for penance, but for recovery.

After a little over three miles, panting and exhausted, the t-shirt clinging to her, she headed back inside. The house was quiet; Anna was still asleep. She drained a couple glasses of water and threw off the damp shirt, making her way to the bathroom. She needed a shower. When that was finally done, then maybe she could actually feel human again.

Clean, refreshed, and still a bit exhausted, she collapsed back into Anna's bed, with the towel still wrapped about her. She looked so beautiful sleeping there. I don't know how I never saw it before. She was always just my bratty little sister – nope, not using that word. Leaning her head against Anna's chest, she could hear her heart beating, its rhythm relaxing and comforting her. "I love you," she whispered. It felt good to say, there was still a lot attached to it, but she was seeing more and more just how true it was.

Anna murmured and rolled over, leaving Elsa lying on just the sheet. Just hold still! Anna was now completely rid of the sheet, with only a baggy t-shirt covering her, pulled up to reveal – Elsa looked away, biting into her lip. That was still just too much for her.

Her gaze fell back to the freckled skin, settling on her pale thigh. She dared not look any higher, but she was far more disturbed by how much she appreciated the view than she was actually disturbed by the sight itself. She's still my – that word. How can I – she shook her head, not even noticing that her hand had fallen to the object of her desire.

She was surprised by how firm Anna's thigh was; she didn't ever seem to bother with exercising, it didn't seem possible. Her hand slid up the barest bit. She wasn't sure what she was even thinking, this was absurd. She loved her, and it'd happen eventually, but she wasn't ready for it. Her hand was already moving away when Anna stirred. "Elsa?" she asked.

"Sorry, go back to sleep. Didn't mean to wake you."

Turning to face her, Anna wiggled closer, pressing herself against Elsa. "What was that?"

Her cheeks burning, Elsa managed a light giggle. "Nothing. I don't know."

Anna's lascivious grin made it quite clear that she'd felt Elsa's hand on her. "Do you think you're up for it?"

Elsa's eyes traveled over her partner's body, appreciating the curves and the effortless sensuality that Anna was emanating. When the hell did she learn to do that? Last I recall she was the awkward, bumbling one here. "I'm not. I just –" She could still scarcely believe how distracting Anna's body was. It wasn't fair. "You look amazing."

"Do I now?" Her smile grew less playful, more bashful, her own cheeks coloring. "You look pretty damn sexy in that towel."

Tugging the sheet toward her, Elsa covered herself the best she could. This was just absurd. She couldn't have sex with Anna, it was taking things too far. What am I doing?

"Elsa," Anna whined. "Let me see."

The sheet stopped halfway up her belly, the towel still covering her chest. "No, Anna."

"Okay." She looked disappointed. I did wake her up by feeling her up, I suppose she has a bit of a reason to be upset when I decide I'm not in the mood after that.

Elsathrew the sheet back off of her. "I'm keeping the towel on though."

Anna didn't seem to mind as her eyes explored Elsa's body. "God, you're beautiful."

She chuckled. It wasn't that she didn't think she was attractive; she'd been made painfully aware of that her whole life, she'd just never expected to hear it from Anna, at least not in that tone. "You are too."

A lopsided smirk on her face, Anna met her eyes, an idea clear behind those teal orbs. "I'm fine with letting you see more."

Elsa swallowed. I can't. Can I? What do I want here? I clearly appreciated the sight, but I know I'm not ready for this. Maybe I'd be okay if we just stopped at looking? It still feels like we're rushing into everything. I know we've known each other for thirty-one years, so we certainly have an excuse, and it's not like I waited this long with Tiana or Mulan, but I want to be cautious here. We can't risk messing things up. "Anna –" her mouth opened and closed. She couldn't actually bring herself to say no, but she couldn't say yes either.

Anna hooked a finger under the hem of the shirt, lifting it up. "All right, well I need to take a shower, so I'm going to take my shirt off, and if you want me to do it in the bathroom, then you can tell me."

That's not fair. Elsa still found herself frozen, unable to offer any sort of response as her eyes seemed glued to Anna's slowly unveiling form. She was wearing a cute pink pair of panties under the grey t-shirt, and her barely rounded belly was already beginning to show. She seemed to be making it as agonizingly slow as possible. It's only agonizing because I want to see.

The shirt slid up, and Elsa found herself still incapable of looking away. Anna was jaw-droppingly gorgeous. She wasn't as toned as Tiana had been, not that Elsa meant to make the comparison, but she was perfect. She'd never realized just how far those freckles went.

The shirt fell to the floor beside the bed as Anna lay there, her body bare to the world save for the boy shorts. With no conscious thought, Elsa found her hand on the small of Anna's back, pulling her close, until they were pressed together, their lips meeting.

Seeming to take this as encouragement, Anna propped herself up, straddling Elsa and giving her another eyeful. "I really do need to shower."

Nodding, Elsa said, "Yeah, I know. Just give me another minute."

Her smile growing ever wider, Anna giggled. "Sure you're not –"

"I'm sure," Elsa insisted. "This is so much more than I was ready for. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, but I'm not up for anything more than this yet."

"Okay." Anna leaned forward and left another kiss on Elsa's lips before sliding off of her. "I love you."

"I love you too."

A toothy grin on her face, Anna looked like she was trying not to skip. "You don't just think you do?"

She just can't leave well enough alone, can she? "I meant what I said."

"Good. I assume you don't want to join me in the shower?"

"I just showered."

Her eyebrow raised. "Not quite why I asked."

"I'm aware. I don't want to join you right now."

"That's a shame. Any chance you'd be up for grabbing us some breakfast? There's not much in the fridge right now."

"Sure. You go shower. Want anything in particular?"

"Surprise me."

Elsa rose from the bed, giving Anna a quick kiss. Her clothes were still in the other room, so she left Anna to her own devices, letting the towel fall as she walked away. Anna had tormented her enough for one morning, she owed her payback.

That evening, they made their way over to Giselle's. It will be weird not having Tiana flirting with her the whole time. "Hopefully Olaf and Lilo are having fun with Kristoff," Elsa offered as Anna drove.

"I'm sure they are. Though Lilo may have already eaten Sven."

"He can eat her in self-defense. I believe in him."

"Elsa, that's your padawan!" Anna insisted, a playful grin on her face. She's been in such a good mood since this morning. Not that I'm complaining. Glad to know my ass has that effect.

"And I taught her better than to eat her best friend's dog."

Giggling, Anna pulled into the driveway. "Well then, maybe she needs a refresher 'cause she's tried to eat him since then."

"One bite hardly counts as eating."

Anna rolled her eyes as she climbed out of the car. "I'd say it still counts. Sven certainly seemed to think so."

As Elsa walked around the car, she found Anna reaching for her hand. "Anna –" she began. What am I even objecting to? Her anxiety building, Elsa took the proffered hand. This wasn't a terrible idea at all.

"They already know, and no one else would suspect anything."

"Right."

"Elsa." A quick tug on Elsa's arm turned her to face Anna. "You don't need to worry. Giselle and Jack accept us, Esmeralda too if she's here. I don't think she's moved in or anything, but I know she's supposed to be here later. Sorry, not the point. Anyone else looking will just know that we're a normal happy couple, I promise."

Silenced by the knot in her throat, Elsa nodded, trying to force it down. She could manage. She wanted to do this. Anna was her girlfriend, and she had to hide that often enough, she wasn't going to just pretend it wasn't the case when she didn't have to. Her fingers interlaced with Anna's as they took the last few steps to the door. Letting out a shaky breath, she gave a hesitant knock. Just calm down.

The door flew open, Giselle bouncing out, beaming broadly at the two of them. "You're here! You're early, come in! It's so good to see you, Anna." She squeezed Anna tightly enough she squeaked, before turning to Elsa, meeting her with a look that Elsa could swear seemed lascivious. We are just getting food, right? Anna didn't drag me into an orgy or anything? Jesus, and I thought I wouldn't have to worry about that after Tiana and I split up. "It's great to see you again, Elsa. I'm so happy for you, you look amazing, by the way. Love the dress, it really brings out your eyes."

Portland summer seemed the only opportunity she'd ever have to break out her old baby blue sundress from college. She had not quite planned on it matching Anna's skirt, but she'd live with it. "Thank you. It's great to see you too. I love that top."

It was garish, poofy, and almost painfully bright, but it somehow worked on the redhead. "I'm glad you like it." Elsa was reasonably certain that that look was intended to mean 'Just wait til you see me without it.' Didn't Anna say she was straight? Leading the way inside, Giselle asked, "Did you want anything to drink?"

"I could go for some wine," Anna said. Whispering into Elsa's ear she added, "You're her girl crush, in case that wasn't obvious."

"That explains a few things," she whispered back, taking a seat on the worn-in couch, Anna sitting next to her. "Wine sounds good for me too," she added audibly.

There was already a bottle on the coffee table. It was the same bottle of rosé that Anna had been looking for in the grocery store the other day in New York. She'd seemed so disappointed that it wasn't available out there. Giselle poured them each a glass, and Elsa had to admit that it might be worth ordering some online. "This is delicious. I'm normally a red or scotch kinda girl, but I could definitely drink this."

"It's my favorite," Anna agreed.

"I had to grab some for her," Giselle explained. "I knew she'd been missing it over there."

"You love it too."

"It's not bad." She sipped at her own glass. "Though you're more fun with some tequila in you."

"I am plenty fun just as I am." She squeezed Elsa's hand again, pulling it into her lap.

Giselle's eyes locked on their hands. "Oh, I'm sure you are. Elsa must enjoy you so much."

This was all too much. Elsa pulled her hand back, causing a confused frown on her partner's face. "She's a lot of fun," Elsa said, her voice flat. Why is she making this so weird?

"You don't need to worry around me. I promise, I'm cool with it. I love that you two are together. I've been rooting for it this whole time. You're a beautiful couple."

"She's still getting used to it," Anna said, patting Elsa's leg. "You and I had a lot more time."

"I was cool with it immediately."

"Can we just not make a big deal of it?" Elsa insisted. She crossed one leg over the other, nervously glancing around the room. "I'm finally getting to where I'm okay with our relationship, but can't it just be treated as a normal thing? We're a couple, that's all."

With a hesitant nod, Giselle replied, "Yeah, of course. It's great. I'm just happy for you, we don't need to say anything more of it."

Anna looked like she wanted to say more on the topic. Elsa knew how excited she was, she wanted her to be able to share it with her friends, but she was so tired of being on display for the world. There was enough of that with Tiana, she had hated being a tabloid sensation, being treated as some fetishistic freak show was so much worse. "Sorry," she muttered.

Anna managed a warm smile. "It's okay, honey, whatever you need."

"Dinner's almost ready," Jack called, walking in to join them. His hair seemed shorter than the last time Elsa had seen him, though he was as pale and gaunt as ever. "Hello, Elsa, Anna, it's been too long. I trust you're both doing well?"

Anna rose from the couch to give the tall man a hug. "I'd say we're great. It's been a pretty great month."

"I'm so pleased to hear that."

"Oh, that roast smells amazing."

He beamed at her before finally turning to Elsa. "Congratulations, by the way, Giselle told me, I hope that's all right."

She nodded. At least he's not being a creep about it. That's really saying something for a guy, I heard so much shit just being out with Tiana. "Thank you."

"Is Esmeralda still coming over?" Anna asked.

"Yeah, she should be on her way," Giselle said. "I know she's excited to see you."

"I'm excited to see her too." Anna grinned, her teeth showing. Am I jealous? That's weird. "How've you been dealing with her and Jack being together?"

"What?" Elsa asked. "How does that work?"

"Aww, you poor thing." Giselle giggled. "Did Anna not tell you anything?"

Elsa glanced between the four of them. Anna hadn't told her much. "What else was she supposed to tell me?"

An awkward, apologetic smile on her face, Anna shrugged. "Sorry. You were kind of busy freaking out about other stuff when I found out. Never really had the chance."

I have been freaking out a lot of late. I miss being cold and collected. "It's okay. They're your friends, I barely know them, hell I don't know Esmeralda – though I'm looking forward to meeting her." Seriously, how am I jealous? I was so happy for Anna exploring her sexuality with her, I know for a fact that there were no weird feelings then. "I know how important she is to you. I guess I did know she was poly too." I'd understand if I was upset for her having hurt Anna, but I don't get this. I rarely even got jealous with Tiana flirting. "So, congratulations, Jack. I suppose I'd have to echo Anna's sentiments though, I certainly couldn't imagine."

With a playful shrug, Giselle beamed at her boyfriend. "Honestly, I'm just sad that I couldn't join in. I tried, but no matter how hot Esmeralda is, I'm just not into women. I'm thrilled for them, though, and I'm glad that my boy has someone else to play with when I'm busy."

Falling back into the couch, Anna gave a meek smile to Elsa. "Forgot to mention that other part. She's the kinky friend I mentioned."

Oh. That's what she meant by 'my boy.' What am I even doing here? I have the worst luck with dinner parties. "Oh." Elsa studied the strange woman before her. She now noticed the almost reverential way that Jack always approached her, talked to her, and that collar she'd ignored the previous visit. That explains a lot more.

"I thought she'd warned you."

"It's fine. I'm certainly not one to judge at this point." Elsa cleared her throat, draining the rest of her wine. The rest of the bottle was already looking far too appetizing. Hey, at least Anya isn't here. Can't be that bad.

Just then, the front door opened. For the merest iota of a second, Elsa worried that it may actually be Anastasia joining them for some strange reason. Hell, maybe her and Belle are dating them too. Things could hardly grow any stranger. Her fears were unfounded, of course. A darker skinned woman, with green eyes and pitch black hair bounced into the room, closing the door behind her as she bounded over to Jack. "Hey there, honey." Their kiss quickly ended, with her pulling back to meet Anna's eyes. "Glad to see you're still doing well. Been having fun with your sister?"

Elsa's jaw dropped. What did she see in this woman?

In her place, Anna only blushed. That is not an appropriate reaction. "Yeah, we've definitely been having a lot of fun."

Esmeralda's gaze drifted over Elsa. "Really? You must tell me everything." With a quick peck on Anna's cheek, she leapt over to face Elsa, extending her hand. "So, you must be her then. I'm Esmeralda, I'm so happy to finally meet you. I've heard amazing things, and you definitely seem to live up to them so far."

Rising to her feet, Elsa couldn't help but skeptically study this crazy person. What did Anna see in her? "Thanks, I think?" Hesitantly, she took Esmeralda's hand.

"Oh, it's absolutely a compliment. I'm very protective of our girl here. She'd said a lot of wonderful things about you, but I had to see for myself. I've already got a great feeling about you. Anna's lucky to have you, and you're lucky to have her. She's an amazing woman." Yanking on Elsa's hand, she pulled her into a hug. "I'm so happy for you."

Elsa patted at her back. She was a bit disarmed by all that, and feeling somewhat foolish for how she'd been acting. No matter how weird they are, they're her best friends, and they really do seem to care about her. I know how much they looked after her in my absence. "Well, I'm happy for you and your new relationship." I can just be nice. I know how much they mean to Anna, and I've already been being a bitch for no reason. "And I know how important you are to Anna, so I'm happy to meet you."

"Oh, she told you all that?" As she pulled away, Elsa could swear that she looked chagrined. She'd seemed to shameless until then. "I didn't handle a lot of things with her that well. I'm not great at relationships, as I'm sure Jack will tell you."

"She is an absolute delight and is far too hard on herself."

"You're not helping." She glared at him, turning back to Elsa with an affectionate smile. "Promise me you'll take good care of her?"

"I will."

"Great!" She pounced on Jack, looping her arm around his. "Dinner smells amazing. I don't think you've made this for me before. Is it almost ready?"

"It should only be a few more minutes. Would you like to help me set the table?" He led her toward the kitchen.

"I'd love to."

Anna took her seat again, leaning against Elsa. "I'm sorry this is all so crazy for you."

"It's okay." She ran her fingers through the loose red hair. She always loved seeing her wear it down, though it brought up very different feelings in her than it once had. "Just warn me next time, all right?"

"I'm not sure what next time would be, but I'll try." Her lips met Elsa's for an instant. When she pulled away, she was beaming at her.

"I'm sure you'll find a way," Elsa teased, feeling eyes on her. She turned to see Giselle watching them with some intensity. It felt like she was overreacting, they kissed right in front of her too, but it was rather off-putting. Elsa rose from her seat. "I'm gonna go see if they need any help in the kitchen."

She left the two redheads to their devices, as she checked on the others. "Need any help? I'm not exactly great in the kitchen, but I'm used to assisting."

"Oh, right, your ex was that chef," Jack muttered, flipping something that smelled delightful and garlicy in the frying pan. "What was her name?"

How does he still not know who she is? "Tiana."

"That's it. Thank you. Would you mind stirring this pot?"

She stirred the cauldron of frothing, boiling water, following Jack's instruction, as Esmeralda set finished items on the table. They made quick work of the meal's preparations, and soon everyone was gathered around the table. Elsa and Anna sat on one side, with Esmeralda and Jack on the other, and Giselle at the head of the table.

She carved each of them a slice of the roast. Even by Tiana's standards, Elsa was pretty sure this looked impressive. The pasta, asparagus, and potatoes all also looked delicious. The reality seemed to match the presentation as Elsa took a bite. It made her miss her ex a little, but she did her best to shove that aside. She stood by the decisions she'd made, and she was happy where she was. Well, I'd be happier back in New York, but I'm happy here for now. "This is amazing," she offered.

"Yeah, it's great," Anna agreed.

Esmeralda smirked at Jack. "I don't think he's capable of making anything not delicious. Even his –"

"Esmeralda!" Anna stopped her.

"I was going to say even his quiche, when I normally hate quiche, but yeah, that's pretty good too, actually. Not as salty as you'd expect."

Anna's jaw dropped. For her part, Elsa at least wasn't feeling jealous anymore.

"Esme, behave," Giselle snarled.

She froze up, mouthing something in response, before she caught herself and just said "Sorry." Is she her whatever it's called too? Owner? I thought she was straight. I really don't understand these people.

"So you are topping her!" Anna shouted.

"I never denied that," Giselle replied. "I just said I'm not dating her."

"You know I don't know the difference."

Elsa decided to help herself to another glass of rosé. Anna had good taste in wine.

"You two should try it out," Esmeralda suggested. Elsa was glad that her mouth was too full of wine to answer. "That'd be pretty hot."

"Esmeralda, don't torment them," Jack said. "You know how new Anna is to everything, you can't just throw her in the deep end."

"I thought I already did."

"Would you two lay off," Anna finally replied. "I'm just not into any of that weird stuff."

"Well, some would say incest counts as a fetish." Jack stopped, setting his fork down. "I apologize. I didn't mean it like that."

"You're not wrong," Esmeralda said. "It's definitely one of my fetishes now. Especially seeing the two of them together – I mean, damn."

Giselle rolled her eyes. "No talking for a little while. Just look how uncomfortable you're making them."

Fortunately, the roast was still good. Elsa was trying very hard to bite her tongue. These were Anna's friends, and she would not be the one to berate them. It's still better than Anastasia's behavior at least. This is nowhere near my worst dinner party.

"You're one to talk, there, Giselle." Anna took a sip of her wine. She was several glasses less far gone than Elsa was. "I love how supportive you've been, but it's not like you haven't been," she hesitated, rolling her eyes, "getting off to it. Between your crush on Elsa and everything, you were almost more invested than I was."

"I just want you to be happy, and Elsa is so good for you, and your love is so pure and perfect."

"Thanks," Elsa muttered.

Anna cocked her head at the other woman, meeting her eyes with a skeptical gaze.

"Okay, sure, it's really hot. I just wasn't trying to make a big thing about it. Unless, of course, you wanted to let me watch."

"We haven't even – there's nothing to watch."

Elsa drained her glass. That was not exactly the defense that she'd been hoping for.

"Really? Not at all?" Esmeralda asked. "But you're already so close. It's not like you not to put out. I mean, what's the holdup? You're both absolutely gorgeous women who love each other. I don't see why it should be a thing, just get it over with. Hell, you can use the guest bed if you want, I put clean sheets on it."

Unable to take it any longer, Elsa rose from her seat, meeting Esmeralda's eyes. If she wasn't being so insufferable, then looking into them she could've maybe understood what Anna had seen in her. "Excuse me for wanting to take things slow. How about you just stop trying to imagine us in bed at all? I've gotten enough of that from every paparazzi and straight boy in the world, I don't need it from you too."

Esmeralda bit her lip, staring down at the table. I'm sure she's getting off on this too.

"I love Anna, so much more than I could have imagined. I'm dating her. All of that, is between us. I appreciate that you all support us, and I know how much that's meant to Anna while she was going through all of this. Thank you for that. But there's nothing to fetishize here, and I'd appreciate it if you'd stop. We're just a normal, healthy relationship, and trying to treat it as something else is just honestly gross. It took a lot for me to get past her being my sister, and I'm still dealing with it, I don't understand how you can possibly act like that's some exciting thing to enjoy. It's the biggest obstacle, and it's already cost me my best friend. It's not some fun game to play with."

The chair screeched against the floor as Anna scooched back, draining her own glass. She didn't seem embarrassed or upset by Elsa's behavior; she looked almost guilty. Elsa had certainly seen that look on enough clients, but she couldn't imagine what it was that Anna was thinking.

"We're not tools for your play." God, they've probably role played as us, haven't they? "Just treat us like you would any other couple. If you're actually supportive, then is that really too much to ask?"

Giselle cleared her throat. Some tears were welling up in her eyes as she reluctantly met Elsa's burning gaze. She was still pissed, but seeing her look that pitiful made her reign it back a bit. "I'm sorry," Giselle said. "I really hadn't thought of it like that. I knew we could get a little carried away, but I hadn't quite realized just what we were doing."

"I just want the two of you to be happy," Jack said.

"Me too," Esmeralda added. "I mean it, Anna." She reached across the table, not quite able to find Anna's hand. "I'm sorry. I've always been terrible about understanding what was okay for you, haven't I? It's almost like our first date all over again. I just knew you were so into it, and Elsa being – well, Elsa – seemed like more of a plus. I didn't realize that she'd feel the way she does."

Her brows knitting together in shock, confusion, and maybe a little anger, Elsa turned to face her partner. So that's why she looked so guilty. Can that really be true?

"I wouldn't take it that far," Anna offered, her teeth showing in a pitiful smile. "It definitely didn't bother me though."

Elsa blinked, finding herself collapsing back into her chair. Her gaze settled on the glass of wine. I should've known. She had so much time to fall for me, of course the incest bit didn't gross her out like it did me. She'd barely even brought it up when she was talking about her feelings. "Oh."

"I still thought it was weird, it just wasn't really a setback." She stared at the food before meeting Elsa's eyes. "Maybe a little bit of a turn on. But it doesn't mean anything! Please say this isn't a deal breaker?"

Reaching out, Elsa seized Anna's hands. God, I'm such a fool. Of course that's what she'd think. I've always given her so many reasons to expect that I'd run off. "I just don't want it brought up like that. I'm not upset with you. I love you. I'm glad that you enjoy being with me, even if it's in a way I don't understand. You're not doing anything wrong."

"Are you sure?" She searched Elsa's eyes for some sign. She seemed to find it as her lips curled into a nervous smile.

"I'm sure." She met her lips with her own, holding her hands close.

"Thanks," Anna managed, wiping at her eyes.

Without her having seen, Giselle must've stood up and made her way over. Her hand rested on Elsa's shoulder. "I'm sorry. I promise we'll all be better. I really believe in your relationship, and I guess I got a little too carried away with it and dragged them with me."

"It's okay." Elsa met her eyes, she seemed to be crying. "Apparently Anna doesn't mind, so you can all talk about that with her. Just understand that I need it to not be a thing when I'm around. As far as I'm concerned, Anna and I are just any old couple."

"I understand."

Esmeralda rummaged through some cabinets before returning with a bottle. "I really am sorry. How about we try to turn this party back around with some scotch? Anna had said you were a fan. It's probably not quite what you're used to, but Glenlivet has never steered me wrong. I mean, it's definitely not as good as some of the bottles I got in Scotland, but I didn't exactly save them."

Snatching the bottle from her hand, Elsa poured them each a glass. She definitely needed the drink. "Thank you. This looks great." Her first sip disagreed, but it grew on her as she finished the glass.

The five of them began to relax again, now that the tension had dissipated. They finished the meal and had enough drinks that Elsa and Anna had to use that guest bed, though not for Esmeralda's suggested purposes. It all went a lot smoother, and by the end Elsa had forgiven them. It was just nice being around people who genuinely approved of their relationship. Once it no longer felt like they were a show, just being able to be comfortable with Anna was magical. It made it all feel like it wasn't just a pipe dream. This relationship could actually work. Passing out in Anna's arms was the perfect cherry on top of the night.