Elsa awoke—the sun in its bar of gold shining into her room from through her window. Her eyelids separated with the thick sense to cling back together. Elsa did not let this urge persuade her. She delicately lifted her head up and scanned the floor irrelevantly for any sake of reason. Glow emitted off the wooden floor, and next to the ray lied in a shaded corner Shfix. He continued to sleep with his face between his paws, which lied out in front. She smiled, adoring him in silence for a moment. As a trickle of seconds collected, Elsa gathered her thoughts and remembered how she called him up to the bed and fell under slumber at his side. The blonde smiled, sighing at his predicted action until an abrupt knock triggered in her mind. She recalled the reason for the command given to him. Like her name called behind distant fog, Elsa looked forward and envisioned two faces with their voices a waving trail of purple and orange ribbons. Orange represented the warm, comforting aura of a young, beautiful woman, and purple flowed with serenity from a loving mother, who wore a dress of said colour. The blonde questioned if this memory was a dream, but, just in a second of thought, she knew it was real. Thank heaven it was.

Excitement and fear both began to adhere with an enormous weight down upon Elsa's chest. She lied back on her pillow, facing the ceiling as emotions spun on the wall of her skull. Her limbs became bound to the bed, and budge she could not until she dealt with the situation at hand. Elsa thought and thought hard. Was this a good idea? What would happen? How could it ever work out? How could she maintain a relationship? What if she screws it up? All of these worries beat her down without a hint of weakness or mercy. Elsa could do nothing but succumb, so she readied for the day in the hopes she could face them later.

Elsa had herself a shower before dressing and having breakfast. She sat at her sleek, wooden table, which pressed up against the wall opposite to her fridge, and began to enjoy herself some warm, maple and brown sugar oatmeal. She dazed off for a fair bit of time with her face resting in her palm. She spent the time in her thoughts pondering of inspiration and again the worries that haunted her should she chose to see Anna and Iduna again. However, the blonde seemed not as affected by its wrath, since she felt comfortable, wide awake, and warm in her seat. She started to wonder the positives that would come instead of her fears; although, that seemed to rarely visit as well. The thought that intrigued her most was inspiration and what soon she may make her next sketch of. What she seemed to never rid was the vision of Anna and Iduna and their voices trails of ribbon. Hastily, detail formed clearer, and already did Elsa nearly grab her canvas. As the urge solidified within her muscles, a vibration in her pocket halted her intentions, and she pulled out her phone to see what it was. On her lock screen, a notification saying she had two new messages floated at the top of the screen. Since she had no contacts, this was extremely rare; however, one person did in fact possess her number.

Below the text saying however may messages she had, Iduna's name was written in slightly smaller text. Elsa's eyebrows rose, and, with oatmeal stuffed in one cheek, she unlocked the screen and read. The small messages illuminated unto the blonde, swallowing her food only half-masticated, causing her to choke from her heedlessness. The texts read as the following:

"Anna works at the clinic tomorrow. Would you be interested in joining her for the day? She begins at 11 AM and ends at noon. It would be greatly appreciated."

"Also, I want to say sorry about yesterday. I might have told you about this too suddenly and you may not even want to come. Forgive me if I pressured you to say yes. This is totally up to you. Thank you regardless."

Elsa stared as if she had been shot. She didn't know what to say or how to reply. She's never done this with anybody before. She held the sides of her face and began to ransack through her mind to piece together the right words. Elsa didn't want to sound stupid and corny. She didn't want to say no, but also began to panic from the frantic stress building up with such swiftness. The blonde could feel her heart pounding and stopped for a sec. She sat upright and slowly let out a few breaths whilst closing her eyes. She squeezed her fingers and slowly opened. She placed a hand upon her heart and again closed her eyes.

"It's OK, Elsa. You can do this… There's no need to panic. This is happening for a reason…" With her whispers, the black of her breath cleared. Elsa looked up to the ceiling, "Mother… please help me." and she took one final inhale.

Elsa began to type letters with the unsubtle jittering of her two thumbs. She wanted to sound formal and was having quite the battle figuring out just how to respond. The blonde sifted through a series of phrases, speaking them out to herself to understand clearly what she was saying.

"Um… 'That sounds lovely'? Ew, no. That's stupid. 'Yes, I am super excited'? Um, no. You are most certainly not super excited. You are nervous, you goof. 'I can't wait'?" Elsa sighed at her failed attempts. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists, once more taking a deep breath, "C'mon, Elsa. This is for Anna. You can do this…" The blonde looked off to the side and tried once more. "Let's just go with the usual… 'Sounds great. I look forward to seeing you again.'" Elsa took a moment to see darkness. "...Good." she concluded, and sent the message.

The blonde then started to create a reply to the second message, typing much faster compared to the first. "'And no, you didn't force me to say yes. I'd love to go.'" Without much thought, Elsa pressed send.

Elsa's heart stopped—a train falling off a cliff. She felt a shock in her body as if her life flashed before her eyes, but all that was seen was gray. She stared vacantly at her open palms and dropped her phone onto the table. She continued to gaze with lifelessness—her hands gradually shaking through the seconds.

"Love… Why did you say love, you idiot!?" Elsa began to panic much more frantically than she should have. "She's gonna know I like Anna now! You said love! It's too late! I sound too excited to go, and she's gonna know why!" Elsa grinded her teeth together and slapped her forehead, leaving a red mark. While reciting her "mistake" in her head over and over, a vibration near her elbow broke her from her grunts of anguish. The blonde released her hand from her face and looked at her phone before grabbing it. Another message glared unto her soul with immense fear to have her stricken under. The only thing left for her to do was open it, as all of her hopes seemed crushed.

"Fantastic! I'm sure Anna will be thrilled to hear the good news. Like I said, she doesn't have very many friends at all, and I know it's lonely for her to just have me keep her company."

Another message popped up.

"What you're doing is a great thing, and we truly can't thank you enough."

Elsa calmed herself and read over the messages once more. At this moment, she realized that perhaps she was behaving a bit too paranoid. It was indeed common for her to do this from time to time. She paused, taking a brief moment to come to terms with her unstable mind. The blonde became calm, cool, and collected and took in air.

"'Well, I'm happy to help. We all need a friend, don't we?'" She hit send. Elsa rather liked the words she chose. It spoke to her on a much deeper level. Elsa placed the device face down on the table and relaxed back in her chair, shutting her eyelids.

An hour passed. Elsa had found herself alongside Shfix atop the rocks of her mountain. They both treaded casually along a route, which grew quite fond of them. The trail was a huge circle lying upon the sides of hills, which lead to its peak, then fell gradually to where the two of them stay. At the acme of the hill, an even more incredible view was hidden. Beyond the distant waters—a bit to the right of her home—an even greater valley full of mountains much more luscious than her home sat what seemed like galaxies away. With only binoculars could Elsa view it, but even then it was often shrouded behind the clouds of the gods. This point was the main source for Elsa's inspiration. For countless hours she had even stayed there.

Before reaching an hour, the two of them had nearly found their way back. The entire time, while Shfix happily sniffed around and picked at things, Elsa could not keep her mind from the day which lied not far ahead. She pondered the possibilities they could perform, but most seemed farfetched due to Anna's impairment, though the blonde never thought poorly of it. The only thing the blonde was especially worried about was the way she had to behave. If she didn't want it to be awkward, Elsa knew she would have to step her game up, or these dreams of hers could easily be shriveled into specks of ash. Elsa always cowered towards interaction to another human. Had it been anyone else, she would have leaned towards no with not nearly as much thought. However, Anna and Iduna were no ordinary beings; they were the first strangers to ever show Elsa kindness and have her eyes open to the direction of a faded chance called love. Such feelings had been forgotten and quiescent for so long. Finally, they had been reawakened. The blonde had a chance to know comfort and chased after it instead of giving up.

When she arrived at her door and searched for her key, she saw Shfix ready to dig up one of the flowers near her bench. As she pinched the right key with her left, her eyes lit up for second, and her voice called out to him.

"Shfix! Get over here!" The dog whipped his head, realizing his fault the moment her voice hit him. His head hung low immediately, and, as he walked slowly toward her, his teeth showed. This expression was not of anger, but of defense. Shfix never meant any harm to anyone or anything. It was never his fault he had to act this way. Elsa noticed this look; he did it every time a mistake was made. The blonde knew the origin of such behavior and bent, holding her hand out to him.

"It's OK, Shfix. You're a good boy. Don't make that face… Come here." she said in gentle whispers as the fur of his face brushed up against her fingers. As he felt her, the tensing in his face disappeared, looking up into her eyes glowing only with his innocence.

"It's not your fault." It was never his fault.

They walked inside.

After a minute or so, Elsa began to wonder how she would present herself. She sorted out the best of her clothes on her bed and held her chin to think. She wanted something casual—perhaps something a bit sophisticated. While the minutes slid by, more anxious and picky Elsa seemed to get. Panic mode activated, causing her head to tick from side to side like a chicken. An unnecessary amount of worry clung with its claw around her throat, but, with her head snapping forward in a spark of realization, Elsa suddenly saw the insignificance.

"What am I so worried about? She can't even see. …But… what if her mom is there? She'll think a fool of me if I am not dressed appropriately. She'll never let me near Anna again if I look like a slob. Ugh! There's too many variables." holding the sides of her head. The blonde picked herself back up. For the ninth time, she went over each piece she had set out—this time, breaking down the flaws and possibilities.

Elsa first eyed her golden dress full of colourful flowers, "It's nice and innocent… It fits the childlike theme…" The blonde thought some more, but not long after came to a conclusion, as she thought it would be too bright and cause her to stand out; Elsa really didn't want that. "…No." she sighed, and moved to the next.

The second set of clothes was a plaid shirt and black jeans. Elsa thought for a much longer time than for the last, definitely seeing its potential. She was on the fence for roughly a minute, bouncing to either side. Ultimately, her decision came to the words of disagreement. The outfit was not at all bad, but her mind in this feeble state would rather not feel to its groove; but if she still couldn't decide for the following, then perhaps the blonde would submit.

The third was a white tank top placed above another pair of jeans. Elsa groaned in a moment of disgust not knowing why she sat it there; a tank top was not fond for impression and sophistication. Without a second thought, she tossed it to the side and turned to the next.

The fourth set was a black long-sleeved shirt and blue jeans. The blonde seemed to grow a high liking to this choice. It was casual, not outstanding, comfortable, and not too expressive. The blonde picked the top up by the shoulders, feeling it as well as giving it a quick examination. Elsa took off her shirt and switched it with the black—doing the same with her pants. She looked down, feeling her sides and her stomach. The blonde was washed in a pool of relaxation, smiling at the result of her decision. The boost of such abrupt happiness corrupted the nervous sense within her and replaced it with positivity and thrill. All Elsa had to do now was somehow hold onto that feeling until tomorrow would conclude.

A few hours passed. Elsa slept.

Sooner than Elsa had hoped for, the day finally arrived. The blonde awoke at ten and prepared herself. Her heart was racing with both exhilaration and utter distress, not knowing which side was possessing dominance in the battle. Not long, she had dressed herself in her outfit after having a proper breakfast. She stood in front of a mirror taking another good look at herself. She took a fine moment to reassure that this was in fact the ideal thing to wear, and very shortly became certain it was.

Thirty minutes came and went at the speed of sound. As she neared the time closer and closer, the hype within Elsa increased dramatically after every second. Not understanding how, the blonde found herself in her car only fifteen minutes before the deadline would become upon her. She sat for a moment in silence before a vibration in her pocket snapped her awake. The blonde saw another message and opened to read it.

"Anna and I will be leaving here in a few minutes. I look forward to seeing you again, too."

Elsa replied rather fast.

"I'll be leaving here soon as well."

She sat back in her seat for some time.

With a constant pace in breath, she heard a repeated phrase in her head. Her eyelids shut as she listened to the soothing voice of her mother carry down to Elsa whispers.

"Be not afraid, my child… Keep your chin up. Be brave… You'll be fine, Elsa… I am with you…"

Elsa felt a warming touch embrace her cheek. She rubbed it gently with her index and middle finger. Softness was all to be felt. The blonde became light—ridded greatly of her weighted shackles. A smile broke on her face, taking one final breath. Her body was a feather. She exhaled. She drifted through the wind.

Elsa looked forward and headed off.

Elsa was but seconds away and already could see the building in the distance. There was no denying that she did in fact feel nervous, but from the countless times of telling herself that everything would be fine and the prayer from her mother, she learned to counter its wrath far better than she ever thought possible. A light hum kept her mind stabilized, and, with a beat of her heart pounding once in her chest, she turned into the parking lot.

The blonde stopped. Just within meters of her hood, she saw Iduna standing in a coat beside the entrance. She was looking down at her phone, so not yet had she noticed Elsa's arrival. Elsa gulped and heard a whisper saying, "You got this, Elsa. Be brave." The blonde knew musing any longer would do nothing but keep her body at rest. With an sudden impulse, she emerged from her vehicle and walked forward. The idyllic clouds of heaven watched her, and the flames and fears of hell were upon her.

"Hello." Elsa said, not knowing how else to introduce herself.

Iduna looked up—her sprits brightening visibly by the light in her eyes and a great smile, "Elsa! How are you doing? Gosh, it's so nice to see you again!"

"Y-you, too. I'm doing… Well, surviving."

Iduna chuckled, "Oh, is that so? Anyways, I'm glad you came. Come with me. I'll take you to see Anna."

"Alright." Elsa said, and they both headed inside, soon traveling through hallways.

"So how was your day yesterday?"

Elsa was taken aback by such an abrupt question. She quickly tried to gather her mind and stuttered as she spoke. "Oh, I-o-uh… I-I… really didn't do much. I uh… took my dog for a walk as usual. Other than that, it was a pretty bland day."

"Oh, alright. So it was a pretty relaxing day?"

"Yeah, you could put it like that."

"That's always nice." A small moment of silence instantly drowned them. Elsa began to panic, as this was one of the things she feared most. She did not fancy awkwardness—especially to people she actually wanted to grow close to. For the first time, it was her priority to start a conversation. Elsa talked abruptly out of an impulse, though it was fluent.

"What about you two? How was your day? Anything exciting happen?" Once the words left her mouth, an odd feeling of comfort seeped through her. She birthed a new sense of pride for herself. Never had Elsa started a talk with anybody, and she felt quite good at how well she managed. She realized that perhaps all this chatting stuff could be easy after all.

Iduna faced forward to think, "…Not that I recall… Oh, Anna kind of scolded me."

"Oh, why's that?"

"Well, she didn't really prefer the way I asked you to join her."

"What do you mean?"

"She thought it was sort of… I guess you could say rude of me to say that Anna wanted a friend. I guess she believed I just assumed you'd agree, and that probably bothered her a bit. I mean, think about it, would you like it if you had no friends and your mom asked a stranger to fill that part?"

"Well, when you put it that way…"

"This is why I said sorry, and I want to apologize again for putting you in the middle of all this weirdness."

The blonde sighed, "No, no. I think it's good for me that I'm doing something like this. I don't get out much and very rarely talk to anyone, so, really, I should be thanking you. …I've never truly been treated with such kindness and welcoming."

"Oh, well then you are very welcome. Now I don't feel so bad. You know, all things considered, after she did get mad, she thanked me and told me how much she was looking forward to this day."

Elsa smiled, "That makes me even more happy to be with her." giggling very faintly, as what she said contained her own private meaning. The blonde looked forward from the ground and saw an open room up ahead, which Iduna seemed to be heading straight for. When they arrived at the entrance, five children and three older women were inside—each woman sitting at one of the three tables. The tables on the outer sections of the room accompanied two kids, and the one in the middle was a familiar girl in braids sitting with only one child. Iduna entered before Elsa could take a good enough look. She headed for the table in the middle. The blonde followed.

"Anna, Elsa is here now." the brunette said at the side of the girl. Elsa could hear the girl's voice become much more elated with just a slight hint of hesitation.

"Oh, already?!" she said. Elsa walked to her other side.

"Hello, Anna. How are you?" her voice much more confident.

"Oh, I-I'm doing great. What about you?"

"I'm doing just fine." she replied with an innocent giggle. Before anything else was said between them, Iduna lowered back down to Anna's ear.

"Alright, Anna. I'm going to be leaving now." She lifted herself upright, "You two have fun, OK? And, Elsa, don't bring her back too late." she joked, beginning to turn out the door.

Elsa chuckled politely, "I'll try not to." The brunette waved and left.

The blonde turned her head back to the child and woman sitting at the table. The little girl was no doubt blind as well, as seen by her eyes. She noticed a purple box in front of them filled with carved pieces of wood. One was grasped under the fingers of the strawberry blonde, which looked a bit like a person.

"So what are you doing exactly?" the blonde asked.

"Oh, well," Anna said, "um… uh, first, Elsa, this is Samantha. Samantha, Elsa."

"Hello." Elsa said as kindly and softly as she could. The girl sunk a bit.

"…Hi…" she muttered.

"Oh, it's OK." the redhead said to the girl. "She's just a little timid." Anna whispered, leaning toward Elsa.

The blonde only smiled, "No worries."

"Samantha, why don't you go and play for a bit. I'll call you back soon, OK?"

"OK…" she agreed. The blonde watched her carefully make her way to the right of the room where toys and small balls sat in bins.

"Bless her soul." the redhead whispered.

"Cute kid." Elsa replied.

"Yeah… I bet she is…" Anna responded. The blonde's smile instantly vanished.

Elsa's eyes popped with her hands shielding her mouth, "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean-" she was cut short by a few giggles.

"I'm just kidding. Don't worry about it."

Elsa relaxed with a reassuring breath of air, "Oh, heavens… Don't do that."

"I'm sorry." More and more giggles flew from her mouth. Anna's joy made Elsa become clothed in a comforting blanket. It seemed that if Anna was happy, she was happy. It was a reason Elsa was only partially familiar with.

"Well, the last thing I want is to offend you. If there's anything you'd rather I'd avoid saying, please tell me." the blonde said to her.

"Nah, just don't bully me because of this impediment."

The blonde puffed, "Wouldn't dream of it. What kind of friend would I be?" Again, Elsa gasped at the same time her muscles tensed. Proclaiming them as friends by her own tongue with such little time spent between them was prone to provoke worry into Elsa. It was only the second time they had met with one another, and even saying the word "friend" was a danger. This moment between the two of them was only the stepping stone to a potentially greater friendship—the first or second trial to even classify as friends. She only hoped Anna didn't feel as weird about it as she did.

"Well, I guess not a very good one." Anna responded, which to Elsa seemed like a lifetime. Elsa calmed with a cheer of joy screaming inside. Anna accepted it. Elsa could barely believe it.

"Do you have any other friends?" the redhead then asked.

The blonde looked off to the side, "Not really." she chuckled, trying to brighten up the mood as best she could.

"Then I guess we're on the same grounds then."

"I guess so… So anyway, what do you do here?"

"Oh, right. I forgot. So, what I do here is I teach to kids how to cope with their blindness better and show them how to adapt to it. As a… I guess you could say expert, I know the best way to teach kids. We mostly focus on touch to find and get around things best. As, you can see, we have a lot of small objects around the room, which we use for children to understand better. The play area where Samantha is has toy cars for them to feel and learn when they get a break. Would you like me to show you?"

Elsa's eyebrows shot up, "I think that'd be fun."

"Alright, place your hands on the table and close your eyes." The blonde did as told. After a second, she felt her arms being pulled; she didn't quite know how to react to such soft, warm, and welcoming hands. "OK, now," Anna placed one of the wooden pieces in Elsa's hands, "what are you holding? Describe it to me as you're thinking.

The blonde became a bit hesitant, as she didn't want to fail in front of her, "Um… I feel points…"

"Good, good."

"…They are… on top of each other…"

"Keep going."

"It kind of feels like multiple arrowheads… Wait… is it a tree?"

"You got it!" Anna cheered, lightly tapping her hands together. Elsa opened her eyes and looked at the small, wooden tree in her palm, grinning proudly at herself as the strawberry blonde applauded for her.

"Want to try again? I'll make it harder, though…"

Elsa eyed Anna with a cocky smirk, "…Bring it." she said playfully. The blonde could feel Anna's excitement begin to spark. She found it heartwarming.

"OK… try… this one." She placed the object in Elsa's hand. Elsa already started to have a much more difficult time trying to decipher the larger, flatter piece of oak now embedded behind her fingers.

"It is… mostly flat… and long. Very smooth, but has bumps and ripples on the sides." Elsa closed the object down flat on one hand and immediately recognized four bumps. Two were at one end, and the others at the other. As she thought for a second, the word popped in.

"A car?"

"Yay! That's another one right. You've done well, though those were the easiest ones. We could play again later, but I think I should call back Samantha now."

"Oh, that's too bad. I enjoyed that." Elsa said after Anna had called her.

"Thank you. I'm glad you did. You know, I was worried you would think this is boring."

"Oh, not at all. I already said this to your mother, but it's actually nice to be out of the house for once. It seems like I've been there for years without even getting out of bed. At this point, anything is interesting. …Most of them scare me." Elsa mumbled at the end.

Anna giggled politely, "So if you talked to my mom, then she must've told you about what I said?"

"Yeah, she did."

"Well, because I didn't get to say this sooner, and I already know she's told you, I am sorry that you had to come to this. I said-"

"Anna, please don't feel sorry for me. I already know what's been said, and believe me, it was a shocker for me, too. But… I want you to know that I didn't think about not coming first. I was actually happy that someone wanted to invite me to something, and, yes, I did have my doubts. But now that I've committed, I feel great, and I don't want you to think strangely of it."

Anna exhaled, "Thank you… That's a huge weight off my chest. I was so worried you weren't going to like this."

"You are very welcome."

Time seemed to pass as if minutes were seconds. As Anna continued to teach, Elsa began to learn at an efficient pace how to embrace blindness. With laughter and merriment sprouting, a bond greater than they already knew continued to expand rapidly. A more open side of Samantha grew as well; Elsa learned that she always dreamt of being a firefighter; however, it would seem fate decided to push her in another direction.

Like a flash of lightning, the time had ended, and now they were free for a bit to do whatever may strike their mind. After Elsa did all to help clean up, they sat at the table as Anna was still gathering her things together. The blonde looked around the room, caught for a moment in her own daydream. She took in a breath and asked Anna a question out of her usual conventions.

"Do you want to go get some coffee?"

Elsa was punched in the gut by yet another outburst of her tongue. Her head felt as if it were compressing while she scolded herself. Her voice screaming things like, "you idiot" began to ring about. Elsa cowered again. She worried if what she said was perhaps too forward and revealing of her hidden preferences. The blonde was forced into regret until the girl beside her responded. These times for Elsa always seemed like centuries.

"I would! That sounds great!"

Elsa snapped back and did her best to sound calm, "Good… Let us be on our way then." The blonde cringed.

As they entered the first hall, Elsa carefully guided Anna through the door, nearly forgetting she had to lead her the way. She took a glance at the girl's hand and smiled knowing the redhead couldn't see it. The blonde enjoyed having to be her caretaker from the fact that she had to be so much closer to her. Unlike last time, where she quivered from interaction, Elsa made an attempt to embrace her touch and immediately was surrounded in the same feeling. It was a touch of happiness unborn from anything she had ever experienced. Peace, warmth, and a small speck of love became one with her body and soul, yet this was only a fraction of what the blonde could sense. Elsa knew the only way to crack it was to continue on with their newfound friendship. It would take complete time and effort, but Elsa knew the result would be worth every bit of her power.

She held Anna's hand and began to walk through the corridors. They passed many children, parents, and employees and were just a few steps away from the exit. As they neared an oncoming door to the right, a blonde girl with her hair in a ponytail came out, running to another woman—her mother, assumingly. She was intending to keep moving, but her eyes seemed to get a glance at Anna, and she stopped for a sec.

"Anna!" she said with joy.

The redhead stopped and smiled, "Ellie!" lowering down and spreading out her arms. Elsa watched the two of them hug before Anna stood and introduced.

"Ellie, this is my friend Elsa. Elsa, this is Ellie."

The blonde smiled, "Hello there." The kid moved to speak, but suddenly looked as if she were confused. She locked her fingers in front and halted bouncing. Right then, she opened to speak.

"You… you look like the queen in Frozen."

Elsa bent over with her hands on her knees, "Oh, that's not a movie I've ever heard before." Before anything else could be said, the little girl's assumed mother called to her. Ellie snapped to the right before saying her goodbyes and dashing off. Elsa watched her, still plastered with a smile. A grip to her hand broke her from her eyeing, and the two of them continued forward.

"Adorable little thing." Elsa said gaily.

"Yeah. She keeps saying I look like the princess, though I have no idea what she's talking about." They both chuckled.

Shortly, Elsa had fixed Anna safely in her passenger seat and revved up the engine of her car. They were off not much long after. Throughout the trip, only laughter was among them. They both seemed to fit together perfectly like two puzzle pieces. They began to learn so much more about each other, but still nothing from the past had been mentioned for a reason to hopefully disregard for the time being. The more she heard Anna's soft voice in all of elation, the more Elsa seemed to forget about her past and become welcomed into a life where she would actually thrive fond of happiness and know there was someone who she could connect with.

After countless stories, they had arrived in what only seemed like a single minute at a small café. Elsa visited the establishment often, as it held very few people. The two of them exited the vehicle and headed inside. They walked up to the counter and placed in their orders—the blonde getting a regular coffee, which she would add sugar and whatever to, and the strawberry blonde getting a vanilla mocha. A young boy shortly came up with the two drinks in hand. With his right, he passed the coffee to Elsa.

"One coffee for you," He then looked at Anna, "and a vanilla mocha for your sister."

Elsa was quick to speak, "Oh, she's not my sister."

"Oh, my mistake." the boy said, shaking his head lightly.

"It's OK." Elsa concluded, and they soon found their seats.

The two of them sat at a round table next to a window and waited a couple minutes for their drinks to cool down. The two of them were the only people inside, and Elsa used this opportunity to gaze at the glowing beauty before her. All noise around her disappeared, except the adorable breath from Anna's attempt to chill her steaming cup. The blonde rested her elbow on the table with her cheek to her palm. There was no more denying the feelings Elsa had for her, so she decided to make the best of what she felt. Her eyes traveled every inch of her face and skin, adoring the woman greater by every new aspect she discovered. Smiling, she trailed down to her neck, but immediately broke from her thoughts as she continued lower. Elsa stared for only a second, yet it seemed like one whole minute. She worried if anyone could of saw. The blonde quickly eyed the plumpness of Anna's chest and shot back up.

"Don't do it, Elsa." she repeated in her mind. "Don't take advantage of her visual impairment. You know better." The blonde said sternly to herself and opened to look straight, though, now that it had been given enough thought, she couldn't help but do so.

"How much was this?" Anna said abruptly.

"Why do you ask?"

"So I can pay you back."

"No, no, no. Don't worry about it. You don't have to."

"Oh, come on."

"No, it's all on me. Besides, it's just, like, a dollar."

"You're sure?"

"I said don't worry about it."

Anna sighed, "Well, even if it's just a dollar, it was very sweet of you."

"You're welcome."

"Also… thank you for today… really. I don't know about you, but… I had a really great time. I haven't had a day like this in so long, so with all of my heart, I thank you, Elsa."

Elsa blushed and rubbed the back of her neck. She was a bit happy Anna couldn't see it, "Well, you know, I had a lot of fun, too. I mean it. I got to know you so much more, and I'm so relieved and happy I came. I… actually really hope we can do this again sometime."

Anna blushed this time, "I would like to as well. …I'm proud to call you my friend." The blonde's already high spirits spiked like never before.

"I feel the same way." Elsa exhaled with a great grin. When she opened her eyes, she noticed the redhead was about to take her first sip, so she leaned forward and helped her. She grabbed over the back of Anna's right hand with her left and held as light as she could the bottom of the cup, so the she wouldn't pour it too hastily.

"Careful." the blonde told her.

After, the redhead placed the cup back on the table and licked her lips. Cream and chocolate still stuck to the sides of her face. Elsa quickly grabbed a napkin.

"Hold still." Elsa said, gently touching the strawberry blonde's chin whilst she wiped the liquid off her face. Elsa felt as if she were holding up a cloud. Anna's skin was so amazingly soft and smooth, and the smile the redhead showed only made the situation much more adoring and divine. The blonde couldn't help but smile back.

"Oh, I forgot to ask. Would you happen to know the time?" Anna said after another sip.

"Yeah, it's, uh… twelve thirty-two."

"OK. My mom said she wanted me back before one just in case anything weird did happen between us. Luckily it didn't, though."

"Oh, alright. That seems like a good idea for meeting new people."

"I agree. You wouldn't want it to be awkward and then realize you still have hours until they have to leave, right?"

"Did I make you feel awkward?"

Anna shook with both her hands and head, "No, no, no! I didn't mean it like that!"

Elsa laughed, "I'm just teasing. …Well, then, I suppose we should be on our way."

"OK." Anna finished, and they headed out the door, throwing their cups in the trash.

The ride back was much greatly quieter, though the silence appeared to be more relaxing than anything else. There was no gauche in the atmosphere as they would have expected, but perhaps it was just the pure stillness after so much chatting that let themselves be without it all. Soft tunes helped as well to distract them until the slowing of Elsa's car signaled preparation to leave. The redhead heard Elsa unbuckle, but halted herself from doing the same. She took a breath—her mouth open, trying to find words to say before the blonde would exit. Swiftly, she placed a hand on her shoulder and spoke after three seconds. Elsa faced her, waiting for an explanation.

"Wait… Elsa, again, I just want to say thank you so much for everything. I'm so grateful that you would take time out of your day just to spend it with a poor soul like me. Because of you, I've finally found a friend and someone to talk to, and I hope we can grow closer together. …Once more, thank you, and I would absolutely love to do this again."

Elsa was astonished—her face struck with awe. For a moment, all she could do was smile, but faster than she thought, she responded—gentle with her words, "No, Anna… thank you. I couldn't have asked for a better day. …I want to do this again, too." There was a very brief moment of silence. "Shall I walk you to the door?" Elsa asked.

Anna could tell she was smiling, "I'd like that." The two of them interlocked fingers and headed up to the steps. They arrived at the door within just a few seconds, but refrained from touching the knob. Elsa looked at her, realizing not that she was gazing as a lover would. She could sense Anna had one more thing to say and waited as long as the redhead needed to piece it together.

"So I guess this is goodbye for now…"

Elsa giggled lightly, "It's definitely not the last."

Anna giggled back, "That's what I wanted to hear." The redhead knocked.

Iduna opened the door with another great smile and hugged her daughter before looking over at the blonde. She greeted Elsa with her cheerful "hello" and took half a step forward. Elsa, being as formal as she could, stuck out her hand for a handshake. The brunette eyed it, then took a full step.

"Oh, c'mon." Iduna said, and she wrapped around Elsa tightly. The blonde widened her eyes at such an open gesture, but could not keep her face straight. Elsa chuckled and held her back before the woman let go.

"Yeah, my mom really likes hugs." Anna joked.

"Who doesn't? It's the best way to greet people!" Iduna said with limitless joy. She let the girls enter and talked again as Anna took off her shoes. "So did you two have fun?"

"Sure did." the strawberry blonde replied. Iduna then looked at Elsa.

"Yup." the blonde replied smiling.

"That's good. Elsa, would you like to come in for tea?" Before Elsa said anything, the redhead quickly whispered to her.

"Told you she does this every time." The blonde just laughed.

She hesitated for only a second, "Uh… I-I'd love to, but I should probably get back to Shfix and see how he's doing. He doesn't bode well when alone for very long. It's not that I don't want to or anything."

The woman smiled adorably at Elsa's small rambling, "Of course. We understand."

Elsa nodded and turned herself a quarter to the door, "Alright then. Thank you for inviting me."

Iduna waved her hand, "Oh, anytime."

"And, Anna, I had fun. Please tell me whenever you want to do this again."

The redhead blushed, "I'll be sure to. Thank you."

"Goodbye for now." the blonde waved as she turned the doorknob.

"Bye!" they both said, smiling as Elsa disappeared behind the whitened wood.

Elsa busted open her door with nothing but an overjoyed smile on her face. She charged at Shfix, who, with his eyes wide and alert, whipped his head in the direction of the door. He backed up as fast as he could, slipping on the ground in his great attempt to flee. She grabbed him and held as tight as she could; Elsa could only imagine what must've been going on in his mind.

"Oh, Shfix, I just had the greatest day of my life!" she cheered in all the joy of the world. She let go, jumped back on the balls of her feet, and began spinning with her fists just below her throat.

"I have a friend! I have a friend!" she yelled repeated times; her energy couldn't have been more hype. After the sixth time, she leaped on top of her bed and hugged her pillow with all her strength. The blonde stuffed her face in it and screamed for about ten seconds straight. After, she took a moment to repose, though her heart still kept her blood fuming. She sat up against the wall and took a few very deep inhales. Gradually, she became immensely less hot. Elsa held her chest, feeling her heart rate; the pace was so rapid that she wondered if having gone any longer she could have been struck with a heart attack. Regardless, Elsa collected herself and sat for a moment in utter silence. She then looked up to the ceiling and spoke.

"Mother, thank you for everything today. Thank you for giving me courage and for helping me create a bond with Anna. I only ask that you continue to help me, and please don't let this chance slip away. I love you, mom… I miss you…"

Elsa stood up and wondered what to do next. She thought maybe it'd be good to relax for the rest of the day, although her blood seemed to disagree. Even after calming her spirit, her body was still as manic as could be. The pumping intensity shot back into her after a few seconds, and she knew watching TV or going on her phone was not an activity ideal for such craze. Ideas popped in her head, and Elsa realized all she wanted to do was draw. She wanted to draw and draw until she passed out. She wanted to illustrate every single scene she had with Anna since the very beginning. The blonde looked forward, dashed into her closet, and grabbed a blank canvas. Elsa sat down on her bed once again, placed the stand in front of her, and tightly gripped her brush. With one single breath, she pressed onto it, drifting past hours and hours to the day's end.