They were having a comfortable afternoon, watching a movie in their living room with huge mugs of hot chocolate and biscuits on top of the coffee table, when Anna popped a random question.

"Am I really getting fat?"

"What?" If Elsa was drinking her hot chocolate, she could've spurted it out when she saw Anna jiggling her arms again.

"You said I was heavy. Am I really getting fat?" Anna disliked the idea of exercising, but she most definitely didn't want to be fat. She was a lazy bum, but she cared about her figure.

"You're still thinking about that?"

"If there's someone I trust to be honest with me, it's you. You said I was heavy. Were you serious?" Anna bit her lower lip, almost looking like she didn't want to hear the blunt response.

Elsa couldn't find the right words to say. It was true that Anna gained weight, but it only made her figure better. A skinny Anna was nice, but this particular Anna was better. Not to mention, Elsa made careful precautions in regards to what they eat. She knew that Anna wasn't a huge fan of exercise, and that was why she cooked balanced meals every day.

"Yes, but you look good. Better than skinny you."

"B-But my weight!" Anna pinched her body, looking for any kind of excess skin. "I don't want to get fat!"

"You're not."

"You just said I got fat!" Anna pointed out, and Elsa knew then that they would only run around in circles. "What am I going to do? What if I become as huge as that old man living by the end of the street? People will make fun of me!"

"Anna, you're exaggerating." Elsa raised both hands to placate the redhead. "I said you became rounder, but it doesn't mean you're huge. You were skinny when we moved in, and you gaining weight is a good thing."

A subtle blush bloomed on Anna's cheeks. Worry was evident on her face and Elsa couldn't understand why. To her, there wasn't any need to worry because Anna was perfect the way she was. There was no need to panic over gaining little weight. Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned anything about it, she sighed inwardly.

"Will you still love me even if I get chubby? If I get as huge as that old man, will you still love me, Elsie?"

"Where is this coming from?" Elsa raised a curious brow. Of course, she would still love Anna no matter how fat she was. She couldn't just say it, though. Mostly because her love was different from the one Anna has for her.

"Because if you can't accept me, no one else will," Anna whined before settling herself on top of Elsa's lap. "Am I heavy?"

"Wh-Wha- Anna, you're sitting. On me."

"I know. I'm asking if I feel heavy to you." Anna explained, oblivious of the worry spinning in Elsa's head. She turned her head and shot adorable puppy eyes at the blonde. "Well? Do I?"

Elsa's heart started flopping around like a fish. Anna was sitting on her lap, and it was absolutely perfect. She wasn't light, but she wasn't heavy either. For Elsa, she was just the right weight. It was definitely better than the time she had carried Anna to her own room after her breakup with Hans.

"We have a weighing scale," Elsa deadpanned.

"I know, but I want to know if I feel heavy to you," Anna repeated, voice mildly irritated.

If Elsa said that she was, Anna would make it her life mission to lose some added weight. She didn't want Elsa to think that she was munching on snacks, even if it was true. She had been eating quite a lot recently, but that was also Elsa's fault! She kept cooking delicious food and even buying chocolates! How can she not get fat?

"Just a little, but it's fine. I don't mind." Elsa tried her best to focus on the movie she had no idea what about was anymore. She was too distracted by the girl sitting on her lap to think about anything else.

Then, Anna leaned all her weight on her. Strawberry blonde hair tickled her neck, but she couldn't bring herself to laugh. She was having a hard time believing what was going on, especially when Anna guided one of her hands and placed it on top of her belly.

"What are you...?" Elsa stuttered. It wasn't a complete sentence, but that was the best she could do.

"Elsie, you feel comfortable!" Anna giggled and with the position they have, Elsa could see a subtle blush on the redhead's ears. "Thank you," Anna whispered, and something about her tone snapped Elsa back to reality.

"F-For what?" Elsa asked, worried about the sudden change of the mood.

"For calling me fat and saying that you don't mind." Anna tilted her head upwards to look at Elsa's eyes, proving that her cheeks were indeed red. "I don't know why, but if it's you saying it... I just know you're telling the truth. That you really won't mind even if I get chubbier."

Elsa was having a hard time fighting back her blush. It was already one thing that they were in this position, but to hear Anna say these things? Elsa was used to Anna being blunt, but it always managed to catch her off guard. Why was it that Anna can say her feelings easily? If only Elsa could be just as honest. At that moment though, all words left her and she couldn't say anything but a soft 'hm'. Anna didn't seem to mind because she just settled her head on Elsa's neck again, quietly watching the movie.

At least that was what Elsa thought.

Anna couldn't concentrate. For some reason, seeing Elsa's blushing face made her mind spin around in circles. Especially like this, where Elsa's soft hand was settled on top of her belly. Even if it was her who forced it, she still felt protected. It was odd because Elsa wasn't doing anything to make her feel that way. She was just there, letting her do whatever she wanted with her hand.

"So... When will you jump on me?"

Elsa's eyes almost popped out of their sockets upon hearing Anna's question. "What?!"

"When will you initiate contact with me?" Anna tilted her head upwards to meet Elsa's frantic eyes with her own piercing ones. She knew that Elsa was awkward about flirting, but she had to be blunt. If she didn't, they wouldn't get anywhere. "When will you hug me? Feed me? When will you... kiss me?"

Elsa stopped breathing. She didn't expect Anna to ask about that. It didn't help much that the girl was sitting on her lap, practically locking her in place. Did she do it on purpose? If it was Anna, it was highly possible.

"T-That's... one step at a time, Anna."

"Problem is that you're not taking any step," Anna pointed out, tightening her hold on Elsa's hand. "You get so nervous and I feel like I should push you to take that first step."

You're doing a good job, Elsa admitted inwardly. "I'm not used to it, Anna, you know that," she said. "A-And kissing is... That's not something childhood friends normally do! D-Do we really have to do that? Isn't that going too far?"

"Yes, we have to," Anna stated firmly. "It's one of the rules you agreed to, but because I love you, I'm willing to put the kiss on the lips on hold for now."

"For now?"

"For now," Anna repeated before the side of her lips curled upwards. "But only the one on the lips. It might be too much since you're not used to it so I have an idea!"

Elsa didn't want to ask because she knew that it was going to be something ridiculous. When Anna comes up with an idea, it always meant trouble for her.

"Ugh. Come on, Elsie! Ask me!" Anna pouted. Elsa pursed her lips tight, set on not asking. She knew Anna wanted her to, but she absolutely refused to do it. At least until Anna decided to shoot puppy eyes at her. With that, Elsa felt her determination crumble to dust.

Sighing in defeat, Elsa relented. "What is it?"

Elsa was expecting the redhead to say something, but she didn't. Not yet. Instead, she adjusted on Elsa's lap and wrapped her loving arms around her neck, turquoise eyes locking on to icy blues. They were so close and Elsa was having a hard time looking away. The heat radiating from Anna, her captivating scent, mesmerizing eyes, and the intimacy they have at that moment... She didn't want to break it.

"Kiss me anywhere you want."

They were so close, almost like that time when Anna first asked her to kiss. Elsa admitted that with the way Anna was acting, she was slowly getting tempted. But no. Even when Anna was giving her permission, she didn't want to do it simply because she loved her. She didn't want to enjoy kissing and touching Anna when she knew that the redhead was genuinely trying to 'help' her out. To her, it felt like she was taking advantage of the situation.

"You're being reckless, Anna." Elsa sighed. "How can you just ask me something like that? Do you go around telling all your previous lovers that?"

"I don't." Anna frowned. "I don't go around seducing people, okay? Even I am not that desperate! I'm only like this with you because I'm comfortable. If I come off as desperate, then fine, I'll stop." She stood up and took the place beside the blonde.

Elsa immediately regretted her statement, not only because she missed the contact and the proximity, but because Anna looked genuinely hurt. She didn't mean to be rude. She knew that Anna wasn't that kind of girl, but she couldn't help it. She didn't know how Anna acted with her previous boyfriends. With the way Anna was acting as a girlfriend to her, Elsa had the wildest guesses ever. It was unsettling to think that Anna could have asked the same things from those guys.

Maybe it was because she had hurt Anna, but Elsa found herself adjusting on her seat. She didn't know what kind of courage shot through her, but contrary to how much she was against the idea before, she cupped Anna's cheeks and placed a soft, gentle kiss on her forehead.

"I'm sorry," Elsa whispered and pressed their foreheads together. "I... I'm sorry."

"I'm hurt, Elsie," Anna whimpered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "You should know me better than that."

"I know," Elsa admitted apologetically and pulled Anna closer for a hug, placing another kiss on her forehead. "I'm sorry."

Anna hated how Elsa assumed she had asked that from her exes. She couldn't even imagine sleeping with any of them, let alone tell them to kiss her anywhere they want. She knew it was a reckless statement, but she also knew that Elsa wouldn't do anything rash. She trusted Elsa, and it hurt to hear those words from her. But with every apology and kisses, Anna could feel her anger and pain slowly fade away. Elsa's comforting actions were all sincere that it just made her want to... melt?