What are we?

Anna expelled a sigh and brought her fingers to her still tingling lips. Laid back across a not-so-comfortable park bench, she stared up at the cheery blue sky and thought.

What are we?

It was too nice of a day. The blazing afternoon sun waved its rays, mocking her churlish brooding.

She and Elsa had made out in an out of the way nook for fifteen minutes before the cheerleader had to go to practice. A quarter hour tucked away beside the vending machine next to the gym, swapping spit and gripping each other close. If she concentrated hard enough, Anna could still feel Elsa's lips and tongue moving against her mouth, still taste the cherry flavored lip balm and the tang of Elsa's saliva.

Are we even a we? Wait, does that even make sense?

Elsa's kisses were all Anna could remember from the school day - aside from the point when Sven had attempted to see how many carrots he could eat at once and vomited in the lunchroom. Classes were a blur, although she was pretty sure she made a fool of herself in Biology somehow. She could only recall Elsa's clear blue eyes and the way her button nose crinkled in amusement as she giggled.

Ugh.

Anna was a mess. A disgrace. She was rapidly getting obsessed with an - admittedly not straight - cheerleader. A popular girl with tons of friends, who probably had tons of stuff better to do than make out with Anna. Wicked thoughts about their rendezvous in the shower hadn't stopped bouncing around in her skull since they parted ways yesterday. Hell, she hadn't been able to stop thinking about Elsa at all, ever since they'd been partnered on that damn Bio project together.

And now it was getting worse. Much worse.

Are we a thing? Does she like me? Like, not just like, but, like like me?

Anna blinked and turned over onto her stomach, burying her face in her hands. The more she thought about Elsa the more idiotic she sounded.

Do I like like her?

So juvenile. It wasn't as though Anna was upset that Elsa had dragged her off to have sex. She had been thrilled. She'd also been surprised. Very surprised. That Elsa wasn't straight. That the cheerleader seemed to be interested in her. Her. Anna Andersen. Resident dork, practically invisible on the hierarchical food chain that was Arendelle High.

But then again, hanging out with Elsa had been like hanging out with a person. A dorky, real-life person, even; not a plastic perfect doll. Grabbing something to eat with her had been awkward, but only in the usual that's-how-Anna-is way, not in the we-have-nothing-in-common way. They'd talked about random, shallow, stupid shit, which is what she normally did with Kristoff and Sven. They'd had fun, which was also what she normally did with Kristoff and Sven. And at the end they made out a bit, which she didn't ever do with Kristoff or Sven, but that she enjoyed a lot. Like, a lot, a lot. She just didn't know what it all meant.

And that was what had Anna groaning into her arms right now. Anna was single, had been single for almost a year and a half. That time hadn't exactly been spent celibate, but there had been nothing like this, no one like Elsa.

Anna sat up, braids whipping forward with the force of her movement. Being left alone with her thoughts was torture. She wasn't even sure if Elsa wanted some sort of friends with benefits deal, or if they were even friends at all. Whatever they were had started out rather quickly and had escalated just as quick. Not that Anna minded - she still had dreams and visions about eating Elsa out in the bathroom. It's just that Anna's thoughts (shenanigans with Elsa aside) were straying towards exceptionally dangerous territory. The most dangerous territory of all.

Homecoming.

Awful music. Half the school acting like horny idiots, and spiked punch, and 'oh God Miranda your hair is so totally on point right now'. And the dresses. God help her, there were going to be dresses. Anna could feel herself growing nauseous at the thought of it. She could taste the tater tots she ate for lunch coming back up with an unpleasant burn. School dances were cesspools of senseless debauchery mixed with throbbing teenaged genitals, and homecoming was the worst of them all. The fact that Anna was actually considering asking Elsa to attend the event in the first place was an indicator that Anna was in an 'Attack of the Body Snatchers' film. A vapid, lovesick idiot had obviously replaced her sensible brain and filled it with sexy blonde cheerleader wiles.

Anna growled and massaged her eyelids. She wasn't even making sense anymore. What kind of sex cooties did Elsa give her? She would have preferred herpes.

She jumped and looked around her when a piercing noise shot through the air. It took her a few moments to recognize it as her text tone. She grunted and fished through her backpack, sure it was Kristoff telling her she could hang around with him until dinner was ready at grandpa's house, if she wanted to eat there tonight.

She was wrong.

So very wrong.

Just got out of practice. I'm so fucking horny.

Oh, fuck.

Are you alone?

Oh, fuck. A traffic jam of words filled Anna's already addled head, halting her thoughts in any but the most inappropriate responses to Elsa's already promisingly dirty implication. She raced over her choices, 'busy with homework' being laughably unbelievable, 'can't talk, running from the cops' possibly contributing to her cool factor but something that might end up biting her in the ass later. The truth (that she was doing absolutely nothing) was obviously an option, but the likelihood of Kristoff interrupting them with a text or a phone call was high. Or in an unlikely but far more unfortunate turn of events, her mother could get home, and wonder where she was. That would be just her luck.

If I said yes, what would happen then?

Apparently Anna's fingers decided not to wait for her brain to catch up before they sent off a reply.

That depends on you. Meet me at the school?

It was far easier to come up with an answer for that. Elsa could whistle her up anywhere and Anna would come prancing along, nodding and smiling like a good doggie. Trained, whipped, whatever you call it, it had Anna trotting towards Arendelle, her mind filled with images of Elsa's curves, her smirking lips, her bright, sparkling eyes…

I'm on the roof of building 3. Get your cute ass up here asap

The smile that bloomed on Anna's face was impossible to stifle, even though she probably looked like an idiot hoodlum to the old ladies power-walking down the sidewalk in their eye-blindingly neon track suits. The thought 'she thinks my ass is cute' ricocheted around her skull a few times, and she stopped just shy of giggling out loud. This was getting to be too sappy.

So, you only want me for my ass? Works for me, babe.

Okay, so it was a little dumb to try and pull back now. And Anna's stomach roiled with the possibilities of Elsa's answer. But she couldn't stand the fluttering warmth in her chest whenever she saw Elsa's name pop up on her phone.

So not true. I want you for your mouth and tits too ;)

Somehow she was relieved and disappointed at the same time. But she was close enough to the school to drown out those feelings with the anticipation of getting handsy. She spotted campus just as her pocket buzzed again.

And your goofy clothes. And dopey grins. And your adorable braids that give me something to yank on when you eat me out. I mean, wait, what?

Every nerve in her body humming, Anna raced up the stairs two at a time, shaking her mind free of any particular thoughts, gripping the railings and yanking herself up the steps. Building three was empty of all but a grumpy looking janitor on the first floor, deep into his tunes as he mopped the linoleum. That didn't really matter, though; even if the hallways had been full no one could have stopped her from ascending those steps and slamming the door the the roof open with a harsh exhale.

She wasn't exactly athletic, so taking three flights of stairs at top speed had her folded over and heaving in raspy breaths. Luckily she had quit smoking, otherwise she might not have even made it this far, but when she spotted Elsa staring at her, concerned, she wished she could have made a better entrance.

"Hey… babe…" she greeted, voice hoarse as she sucked in the fresh air. Nonchalance wasn't gonna happen no matter how hard she tried.

"Out of breath?" Elsa teased, not bothering to get up from where she leaned against the brick wall.

"No… this is… my normal… voice…" Anna retorted, trying to slow her desperate inhaling and stand up straight.

"Mm," Elsa crossed her legs and looked out over the parking lot towards the football field. "I've only ever heard you sound like that after coming." The wink she set Anna was like a shot to the heart, and Anna's lungs burned all the more. "Did you get started without me?"

"What would be the point if you're not there?" Anna swallowed and shoved her hands into her pockets, ignoring the sharp look Elsa sent her. "Anyway, you called, I'm here, what's up?"

Smooth. Elsa's gaze lingered on her for a moment before her signature smirk returned, and Anna sighed in relief. Her relief got stuck in her throat when Elsa crooked her finger. "C'mere you."

"Me?" Anna made a show of looking around the otherwise vacant rooftop, her hand splayed over her chest.

"Yeah," voice low and gravelly, Elsa stared at Anna with half hooded eyes. She nibbled gently at her lower lip, and Anna gawked, watching with fascination as her teeth dug into the soft, plump flesh. "You."

Well, there wasn't any arguing with that. Anna stumbled trying to hastily make her way over to where Elsa was reclined. The gentle smile on Elsa's face called her closer and lured a dopey grin of Anna's own to appear. She stood over Elsa for a moment, feeling small despite the fact that Elsa was sitting down. When Elsa patted her lap, Anna lowered herself gingerly upon it, sidesaddle style. Strong arms wrapped around Anna's waist and pulled her close, and Elsa's eyes twinkled in the dying sunlight as she tilted her chin up and blinked slowly.

Anna must have just stared for longer than she realized.

Elsa's cheeks started to colour and her gaze dropped to where Anna's hands were fiddling with the hem of Elsa's shirt. The cheerleader had changed out of her uniform, but looked as elegant - and hot - as ever, especially since her crop top revealed a small patch of skin between her belly button and the waistline of her skirt. Anna's fingers lingered there, feeling the hard muscle that clenched and shifted beneath her smooth skin.

"Like what you see?"

"Yeah," Anna choked, matching Elsa's blush at her immediate, uncontrollable reaction. Squirming in Elsa's lap, she tried to look away, but Elsa gripped the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss. It was surprisingly gentle, coaxing, their mouths open and their breaths intermingling. Anna shivered when Elsa's hand trailed up her spine, the light touch palpable even over Anna's t-shirt. Her head buzzed pleasantly at the mix of sensations. Elsa's lips curled into a smile against her own when Anna's nose nudged against her cheek. The fingers on Anna's back drummed a random rhythm - tap, tap, tap, stroke, tap, tap- and soothed Anna into absolute mush.

The heat of Elsa's body against Anna's own contrasted the light cool breeze blowing across the rooftop. Anna inhaled deeply, the fruity scent of Elsa's chapstick mingling with the minty aftertaste of the gum Anna had desperately chewed in hopes her breath wouldn't scare the cheerleader away. Elsa's skin radiated a warm, clean musk. The sweaty exertion from practice had been washed away in the shower, but the spice of adrenaline still lingering as they nestled together. Their lips never left one another for more than a few brief moments of breath or quiet giggle. Hyperaware of her own soft moan as Elsa trailed kisses across Anna's jaw and up to her ear, Anna clutched Elsa's shoulders and shifted when Elsa squeezed her hip.

Another shiver wracked Anna's body when a gust of breath tickled her earlobe.

"Get up for a second?" Elsa's voice was raspy and the request itself wasn't at all insistent, but Anna felt an extreme reluctance to move from Elsa's lap. Only the thought of Elsa's discomfort made her lift herself up. Her legs felt like jelly and she barely made it to her feet when Elsa rearranged her legs and shot a sultry look up at her. "Okay, back down."

If Anna was in any coherent state of mind, she might have been embarrassed by her eagerness to return to her seat. As it was, she pouted when Elsa stopped her, but her petulant whine petered out when Elsa gripped her thigh.

"Not like that," Elsa cooed, and brought Anna's leg over to the other side of Elsa's hip, tugging Anna so that she straddled Elsa's lap, her butt resting against Elsa's raised knees for a moment before she slid down and bumped her crotch against Elsa's belly. "There. Comfy?"

Burying her face against Elsa's neck to hide her pleased grin, Anna nodded, closing her eyes briefly when Elsa tucked her chin over the top of Anna's head and ran her hands up Anna's thighs. Anna's cargo shorts chafed against her skin, and she found herself subtly rocking against Elsa to help generate more friction. Her breath hitched when Elsa's lips quirked up before latching onto Anna's neck, suckling and nipping lazily. The whimper that escaped her throat was embarrassing, but not as embarrassing as the yelp that escaped her when Elsa's hands cupped her ass and squeezed.

Anna's face burned as Elsa's mouth let go of her neck with a pop! and she threw her head back and laughed. "Oh my god, Anna!" The giggles made her words a bit hard to understand, but the teasing tone was unmistakable. "That noise!"

"Real hilarious," Anna grumbled, swallowing another yelp as Elsa squeezed again, "Yuk it up!" When Elsa's laughter didn't subside, Anna ground her hips against Elsa's lap and pushed her back against the brick wall behind her. "It's not funny!"

Elsa's steamy glance left Anna momentarily dizzy, her irritation forgotten. "It's kinda funny," Elsa replied, kneading Anna's rear and obviously delighting in Anna's scramble for coherence.

"I-if you don't s-stop, I'll…" Anna groaned, her face falling against Elsa's shoulder as her hips jerked forward.

"You'll what?" Elsa said, her voice not above a whisper, but she let go and moved her hands up to the base of Anna's spine. That surprised Anna more than anything, but when Elsa drew her into another kiss, she couldn't say she was very disappointed. She couldn't really say anything at all for several minutes, actually, because her lips were very much occupied, and her brain was very much fried.

When the kiss finally broke, Anna wasn't sure how much time had passed, or how she had kept breathing, or what it felt like to not be in Elsa's arms. "Wow," was all she could say, and as breathless as she was saying even that was difficult. Elsa glowed, so Anna guessed it was a good enough response to being thoroughly smooched. Anna's heart squeezed pleasantly at the content expression on Elsa's face, and she leaned in to plant a brief and relatively chaste peck on Elsa's lips. "You look happy."

"Couldn't be happier." Elsa sounded so sincere that Anna couldn't help but blush and kiss her again, this time lingering and savoring her taste.

"Oh yeah?" Anna rasped, having barely pulled away from Elsa so that their lips brushed against one another as she spoke. She was floating. Even the presence of Elsa's solid body below her barely anchored her in place. "What if I-" A vibration in her pocket, followed by a shrill whistle, jerked her back down to earth. Anna's ears burned, and she swallowed hard, then swallowed again, making sure that the phrase 'asked you to go to the homecoming with me' wouldn't escape from where it was now locked away in her chest.

"You gonna check that?" Elsa asked. Her expression seemed mildly concerned, but Anna shrugged it off, smiling. She wouldn't let a text or her own idiotic notions ruin this amazing moment, although she was careful not to let herself get that giddy again. Glancing at her phone, she saw that it was the text she'd been expecting earlier.

Dinner in an hour.

She tapped out a reply to Kristoff, feeling Elsa's eyes on her.

I'll be there.

About to turn her attention back to cuddling the shit out of Elsa, Anna frowned when her phone went off again. Elsa giggled and kissed the scowl from her lips, murmuring "Go ahead, I don't mind," and busying herself with peppering kisses all over Anna's cheek, ear, and neck. Struggling to focus on the texts, Anna clutched at her phone and tried not to wriggle at the fluttering feeling of Elsa's lips on her skin.

GrPab'll be at the ranch tmrw so Taco Bell after the rally?

Anna's scowl returned with a vengeance and she groaned. She had completely forgotten about the pep rally, mostly because she'd repressed the memory of Mr. Oaken's cheesy ass lecture about school spirit.

"Bad news?" Elsa murmured, her fingers playing along Anna's ribs.

"Just remembered that the pep rally is tomorrow," Anna grumped, wrinkling her nose. "Ugh, I'll probably just skip it." She went to text Kristoff as much, but Elsa's hand covered hers. She looked up and saw Elsa's lower lip jutting out, trembling and wet, making Anna want to latch onto it and suck. She moved forward to do so, but Elsa tilted her head back and blinked slowly at her. "Elsa," Anna whined, but Elsa merely turned her head this way and that, teasingly dodging Anna's attempts to kiss her.

"You really wanna skip the rally?" Elsa pouted even harder, and Anna realized why Elsa had pulled away.

"I mean, uh," Anna said, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly, "It's not really my thing, you know? I don't really… Normally… It's a…" Elsa's wide, staring eyes bored into Anna's soul, and she felt her resolve crumbling. She couldn't even bring herself to call the rally a waste of time to Elsa's face.

"You know," Elsa began, her voice low and rumbling, "the squad is going to be performing the improved version of the practice you saw the other day."

Anna blinked. "Oh really?" she squeaked, gulping when Elsa looked at her from beneath her eyelashes and nibbled on her lower lip. Once again enraptured, Anna leaned forward to get a kiss, but found herself unable to move, Elsa's hand pressing against her sternum and holding her back.

"Mhmm. We've worked really hard on making it all the more… stimulating." Already low, Elsa's tone strummed into a purr, and Anna found herself trembling. "But I guess, if you really don't want to go…"

"Well, I mean…"

"I could make it more interesting for you."

"Oh?" Their faces were barely an inch apart now, and Anna's breathing was shallow and harsh. "How so?"

"A… reward, for showing up." Before Anna could ask for specifics, she felt Elsa smile. "A surprise. I promise… you'll enjoy it."

"Oh, I dunno," Anna rasped, her hands shaking as they slipped underneath the hem of Elsa's top, "Maybe you could give me a… hint?"

A dark, rich hum reverberated in Anna's ears. "Mmm. I think I could manage to give you a little taste of what's coming for you." Anna closed her eyes when Elsa's breath ghosted over her lips, both of them trembling as they drew closer and closer…

This time, it was Elsa's phone that interrupted them. Elsa sighed, and the beginnings of a pout formed on Anna's lips before Elsa snaked forward lightning fast and kissed her. Devoured her would be more accurate, quick and dirty and rough and wet, lips and tongue and teeth moving so fervidly that Anna could do little to keep up, and instead just tilted her head and opened her mouth in a helpless groan as Elsa ravished her. The kiss slowed when Elsa released a hungry growl, coaxing Anna's tongue into her mouth.

The same tone went off again.

Anna's teasing 'you gonna get that?' was cut off my a whimper when Elsa groped her chest over her t-shirt. Her hands squeezed and kneaded with neither preamble nor gentleness, and Anna felt her nipples stiffen from the attention. Little grunts and sighs punctuated the movements of Elsa's fingers as one hand slipped underneath Anna's shirt and crawled up her belly to the underside of her bra, nails scraping across Anna's skin. Anna shivered, and Elsa must have felt it, because she pulled back and gave Anna a wicked grin.

We're gonna party like it's 3012 tonight-

Elsa scrambled to grab her phone and left Anna blinking dazedly when Elsa's hands were suddenly gone from her body.

I wanna show all the finer things in life-

"Hello!" Elsa was breathless as she answered, and her face was redder than Anna had seen it before. Then she realized she had recognized the ringtone, and why Elsa had been so eager to cut it off. "Hello?"

"Was that Justin Beiber?" Anna drawled, throwing her head back with a mocking laugh when the tips of Elsa's ears pinkened as well.

"It's her favorite song, okay?" Elsa hissed, covering her phone so the person on the other line couldn't hear her. Apparently that didn't work, because Elsa stiffened and turned her head, saying "No, Belle, I was talking to- to, someone else." Anna's smile faltered and Elsa's eyes went unfocused as she listened. "What? What is it?" An exaggerated eye roll made Anna grin again, especially when Elsa sent a pleading "why me?" look her way. "Seriously, Belle, I'm kind of in the middle of something, so-"

The way Elsa stiffened underneath her made Anna's throat constrict. Blue eyes widened almost imperceptibly, then narrowed again, and Anna felt like Elsa was suddenly a million miles away.

"Did you tell the others?" A pause. "Where was Rapunzel?"

Anna tried hard not to listen, letting the tinny words from the other end wash below her comprehension. This was obviously not her business, although she occasionally caught a few of the panicked words. Fight. Pissed. Screaming and boyfriend and hospital.

"And Tiana couldn't handle it?" Elsa's words were bitter and frustrated, and Anna wondered briefly if she should slip off of Elsa's lap. "No, no, I know," Elsa groaned, running her free hand through her bangs. "I know it's not fair to expect her to- okay. Okay. I'm… I'm still on school grounds, so I'll head over now." Then Elsa seemed to remember that Anna was in her lap. The regret that flickered in her eyes banished most of the discomfort Anna felt, as did the gentle swipe of Elsa's thumb over Anna's lips. "See you soon," Elsa said, distracted, and hung up, her eyes never falling from Anna's as she set her phone down.

"Is everything okay?" Anna asked dumbly, resisting her urge to capture Elsa's thumb in her mouth. Elsa's eyes glittered with a mixture of wistfulness and fury.

"Some of the girls on the squad are idiots," Elsa said candidly. It was so surprising that Anna couldn't hold back her snort. Giving a half smile, Elsa leaned forward and pressed her forehead against Anna's. "It was a petty fight, but Cindy and Esmeralda ended up with a broken arm and a broken nose respectively." Elsa grimaced. "That will put us down two cheerleaders for the rally and the homecoming game, at the very least. If this stunt gets them suspended or kicked off the squad I'll-"

Elsa had been largely talking to herself at that point, but remembered where she was and who she was with. "You'll give them something to cry about?" Anna offered, and Elsa smiled and kissed her nose.

"Something like that."

It was impossible to stop the smile from spreading on Anna's face. She just felt so warm and happy, even when Elsa looked so sorry and reluctant. "It's okay if you have to go," Anna reassured her, finally pushing herself up from Elsa's lap. Elsa looked up at her, her face level with Anna's hips, and bit her lip.

"I'm really sorry," Elsa began, but Anna waved her off.

"I gotta head out soon anyway, otherwise I might offer my assistance." She flexed her bicep and Elsa giggled, nuzzling her face against Anna's thigh. Anna swallowed a sudden lump in her throat, her eyes fluttering closed when she felt Elsa press a kiss against the zipper of her cargo shorts.

"I wish we didn't have to." The words were low, and soft, and made Anna's head fill with dizzying static.

"Me too," Anna rasped, helping Elsa to her feet. Elsa drew her into a hug, and Anna didn't resist, her hands falling to fix the hem of Elsa's skirt. Elsa pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, and they stood there for a long time before Elsa reluctantly pulled away.

"I really have to go."

"Me too," Anna repeated, her mouth dry. Lips quirking, Elsa leaned down. Anna pushed up against Elsa's body and they lingered, swaying together until they needed to breathe. Wistful and slow, as though moving through molasses, Elsa pulled away.

"See you later?"

Anna grinned and stepped forward, pecking Elsa's cheek and winking as she stepped back again. "Yeah, definitely." Elsa matched her grin before tearing her gaze away and leaving the rooftop. Anna stared after her for a while, then headed off to walk her way home.

By the time she made her way over to Kristoff's house, night had fallen. The air was cool enough to put on a sweater and cover her hair with a beanie. The thick clothing was comforting, especially when she got a round of hugs from Kristoff, Sven, Grandpap, Gram, the tiny ones, Gram again, and a slobbery kiss from the dog. Dinner was a fast and loose gladiator battle, first come first serve (aside from the youngest of the tiny ones, who still needed her food chopped and plated for her), but there was enough to feed a football team. Gram always sent Anna home with leftovers. Occasionally she sent Kristoff home with her, to help wash and return the tupperware that sat neglected in the sink after Anna had devoured its contents.

Tonight was apparently one of those nights. "I'm running out!" Gram had teased, although she had tons more than she'd ever need (unless she was feeding half the town). It made Anna feel a little guilty that she didn't just wash and return them on her own, but not guilty enough to remember until her sink was full. She rinsed the dishes at least, and then promptly forgot after walking away and promising herself she'd do it this time, as soon as she was done with homework. Then she'd pass out and sleep in, and Kristoff would text her a billion times and she'd fly through a shower and end up showing up to school with wet hair and sleeping bitch face.

Kristoff walked beside her, letting her occupy her own brain as they made their way down the street to her house. As she was digging through her bag, looking for her keys, he took a hand out of his pocket and scratched the back of his head. "Soooo," he drawled, then poked her neck softly. It felt more like a jab; the skin there was sore. She winced, wondering briefly at that, before he went on, "Nice hickey."

She clapped her hand to the side of her neck, almost dropping her backpack. "Nu-uh!"

"Yuh huh," he replied, calm and almost toneless. There was a slight lilt in his voice, but Anna couldn't tell if he was amused or concerned. Maybe he couldn't either, because his face was twisted like he was holding in a fart. "I was wondering where you had disappeared to after school. Now I know."

"Oh yeah?" Anna grumbled, finally finding her keys and storming into the house. She had to resist the urge to slam the door in his face. "Where's that?"

"Why do you feel the need to hide your thing with Winters from me?" Kristoff asked, ignoring her question.

"I don't have a thing with Elsa," Anna hissed. He just gave her a look, and she realized she had pretty much proven his point. "F-fine. Okay. So maybe we have a thing. Look, it's… It's no big deal." She went through the house, flicking on lights, before striding into the kitchen. Wincing at the mountain of dishes in the sink, she tugged off her sweater and threw it on the kitchen table.

He rolled up his sleeves and gave her such a skeptical look she had to turn her back on him. "I'm not sure if I approve if she makes you do all this cloak and dagger shit."

"She doesn't make me do anything," Anna protested hotly, yanking on the sink handle and sending hot water spewing from the faucet after a couple thunks from the pipes.

"Oh yeah," Kristoff retorted, his tone caustic. "It's just you who keeps deflecting and denying your relationship."

Anna said nothing for a moment, shoving her hand under the scalding water as it ran down and filled the sink. "We don't have a relationship," she said stiffly. Kristoff's folded arms fell to his sides.

"Anna…" he started, then trailed of. "It really is just you, isn't it?" She stayed silent this time, pouring far more soap than was necessary into the sloshing water. "Anna…" Her shoulders stiffened up to her ears and she gripped the counter.

"What?" she whispered harshly.

"Nobody else saw the hickey," he offered gruffly. "Your hair hid it during dinner. I only noticed on the porch, when you tossed back your braid to look in your bag."

Slumping down, Anna barely held herself up by resting her elbows on the counter. "Okay." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed briefly, then nudged her aside.

"You rinse and dry, I'll wash. You suck at getting things clean."

Anna snorted. "You can't even get yourself clean in the shower, you stinker."

"My musk is manly, and no soap can ever defeat it," he announced, pounding his chest and leaving a wet spot on his shirt. "Shit."

"Oh yeah, real manly!" Anna giggled and splashed him, soapy water dripping down his front. He roared and wrapped his arms around her, tossing her beanie away and giving her a merciless noogie. "Ow, ow, ow! Okay! I give!"

"Who's the reindeer king?" Kristoff bellowed, the yell turning into a rich laugh when Anna tickled his sides.

"You win! You're the reindeer king!" He let her go and she stumbled back into the counter, the water wetting the seat of her shorts. "Oh, awh."

"Karma," he sang, jerking back when she lifted her fist. "Alright, violence over!"

"I'll show you violence," Anna threatened, but she felt so much lighter now. "Come on, dishes time for real." They were an efficient machine by this point; the assembly line of wash, rinse, dry, stack took them no more than a few minutes. Anna grabbed a paper bag for Kristoff to carry them in, and then it was time for him to leave. When he lingered, rubbing his neck and looking at her with concern, Anna's grin faltered.

"Listen, Anna…" He started, grabbing her shoulder. She wanted to yank away from him, but he let go and shoved his hands into his pockets. "I'm not gonna pry or make you tell me anything. I'm just saying… I'm here. And if she doesn't want you to keep things a secret… I'm just wondering why you would? At least from me, from Sven. We're not gonna tell your mom, if that's what you're worried about."

"I know you would never do that," Anna said quickly, then fell silent. He smiled at her, relief obvious, and the expression made her stomach flip. "That's not… I wasn't worried about that, Kris. I'm not worried about people finding out. I don't care. It's just…" Looking at her feet, she rocked back and forth and shook her head. "It's gonna sound dumb."

"Well I'm used to it." Kristoff gave a long-suffering sigh and smirked when she glared. "Come on, just say it and get it over with."

Sucking in a shaky breath, Anna stared off to the side. "I'm not really sure what's going on between me and Elsa; even though we've made out and had sex, like, it's not really clear what's going on between us, but I'm pretty sure it's not a relationship and I think I'm okay with that but I'm not sure, and part of me wants more, but I don't really know what more means, and I'm kind of lost on what I think and what I should do and I keep thinking about her and wondering what she thinks about me."

Said out loud, even as quickly as she could, it sounded like the most idiotic, childish concern.

Nodding sagely, Kristoff took a step back. "So from what I could understand, which admittedly wasn't a lot, because you babbled on so fast I could only catch one word out of ten," he began, and she flushed and clenched her fists. "you totally have the hots for her and want to date her, but you don't know how she feels about you, so you don't want to put yourself out there." A beat. "Wait, you guys fucked?"

Anna's eyes narrowed suspiciously at the far off look Kristoff got. "Yeah. Don't even think about it."

Clearing his throat, Kristoff blinked a few times and then focused back on Anna. "Okay, but like, when did this happen?"

Cheeks burning, Anna fiddled with her hands. "Well, the first time was that day when I didn't wanna play hooky with you and Sven."

"The first time? You guys have done it more than once?"

"Only a couple times," Anna protested weakly. Kristoff wasn't amused.

"Okay, if you're gonna keep doing this," Anna averted her eyes and tried not to think about the reward Elsa had promised her tomorrow, "you really have to talk to Winters. Elsa. Whatever."

"Talk? About what? The fact that I can't even figure myself out enough to get what's going on between us?" she said bitterly, glaring at the floor.

"Well, like… yeah." He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. And maybe it was. Anna groaned and Kristoff gave her a triumphant grin. "You know I'm right."

"I know you suck," she shot back, but his cocky smirk didn't falter in the least.

"Honestly? Just think about it. She approached you, right? She hasn't started ignoring you, or being nasty towards you in front of other people to throw off suspicion?"

Swallowing hard and blinking back the sudden sting in her eyes, Anna croaked, "Yeah. And no. She's…" Reluctant and shy, Anna played with the end of her braid and cleared her throat. "She's really sweet. I mean, we haven't done any PDA or anything, but like..." Anna didn't want to admit she'd been the one to shy away from that. She knew she was skittish, and it seemed like Elsa knew that too.

Patting her on the back, Kristoff shoved her further into the house and turned to leave. Calling back over his shoulder, he grinned and said, "Just talk to her, bro. It doesn't have to be tomorrow, but it should be soon." Anna couldn't think of anything to say, so she just stood silently as he walked through the front door and left.

All of the weight of today seemed to settle on Anna's shoulders all at once. She felt exhausted. One glance at her phone told her it wasn't quite nine yet, and that Meg had finally gotten a dress for the dance. From the picture, Anna guessed she might not even make it inside, depending on who was chaperoning.

In typical Meg fashion, she sent another three texts while Anna made her way upstairs to her own room.

I know I look fine as hell, but feel free to still sing my praises.

Aidon better appreciate this view of my thighs, because unless he pulls out all the stops, I'm not putting out anything.

Anyway, how's it going, short-stack?

A flurry of thoughts hit Anna and sent her flopping face first onto her bed, groaning into her pillow. She didn't even have an outfit picked out. Tomorrow would be the last day to buy tickets at the reduced price; at the door they were twice as much. Burying her head further into the pillow, she tried shaking the worries away. First she'd have to actually fricken ask Elsa if she wanted to go, and that was enough to fret about. Instead, she focused on answering Meg before her phone blew up again.

I thought he wanted you to call him Hades? Anna smirked when she saw the telltale ellipses pop up almost right after she sent the message.

He is probably the most embarrassing boy on the planet. Always going on about our greek heritage and how his full name is Aidoneus Eucalyptus Wingardium Leviosa.

You snark, but your nerd is showing.

I'm not hearing any praises sung in my honor.

We're texting. You're not hearing anything besides that awful default text tone.

On second thought, I'm not sure I want to hear you sing anyway. Tone deaf screeching isn't really my bag.

Flushing and furrowing her brow, Anna went to respond with 'hey, you know my voice is awesome!', but caught herself just in time. Meg knew exactly which buttons to press to get what she wanted, and if Anna admitted that, Meg would make her sing to prove it. Which was probably ultimately Meg's goal in the first place. Middle school choir had been the last time Anna had willingly sang for someone else, and she wasn't in the mood to give an impromptu, one-woman concert.

See, I'd believe that, but you fuck Aidon. His sex noises must make your ears ring on the regular if his speaking voice is any indication

The rapid back and forth slowed to a standstill. Anna's triumphant grin faded after she realized it had been, like, ten minutes since Meg texted back. She had nearly fallen asleep waiting, her tiredness seeping back into her bones now that she wasn't racing to fire back at Meg. It was only a little past nine now; Meg wouldn't have fallen asleep. There was something wrong.

You do look really hot in that dress. Good luck getting past the Weasel if he's official gatekeeper. Chewing on her lip, Anna tried not to stare at her phone waiting for Meg to reply. She didn't know what would have upset her enough to end the conversation without warning. Anna made fun of Aidon all the time, and Meg wasn't exactly sensitive when it came to banter. They'd locked horns for ages before Anna even realized that it was Meg being friendly.

Thanks. Sorry.

Concerned, Anna sat up in her bed and hugged a pillow. What's up? Did I say something?

Meg's answer was short and blunt. We haven't had sex lately.

Anna winced. Do you wanna talk about it?

no. night

And that was that. Anna sent off her own night and then curled up on her side, staring at Charlize Theron's beautiful bald head. Furiosa's dark glare stared out from the poster Anna'd taped to the wall. Anna took solace in the guarantee that she had more social grace than everyone in that movie, even if she did accidentally prod her friends' sore spots nigh constantly. She really didn't have enough energy to think about it any more tonight. If she were honest with herself, trying not to think about Elsa was taking up most of the effort she could expend as she drifted off. She tossed her phone to the side and rubbed her face with her hands. Running her fingers through her bangs and down her braids, she squirmed as the ends of her hair tickled her collarbone.

The sensation was soft against her bare skin. She really should have changed into pajamas and brushed out her hair. Instead, she closed her eyes, her breathing leveling out and her body relaxing into her bed. Thoughts about the homework she hadn't done briefly bubbled up and then sank back down, to be dealt with in the morning. Colors danced in the dark behind Anna's closed eyelids. The comforter below her rasped against her bare forearms as she shifted.

Elsa's lips were on her lips, her neck, her shoulder, traveling low down her body.

Knelt before her, head bowed, Elsa whispered words that slipped past Anna's ears before she could hear them. When Anna leaned forward, Elsa's hands pushed her back. Slowly, Elsa slid Anna's boyshorts off of her slim hips. Her tongue trailed over Anna's mound, down to her slit, probing Anna's sweat-soaked skin teasingly. Anna bucked slightly, exhaling a shuddery breath, her eyes squeezing tighter as Elsa's whispers tickled between her legs.

The gaze staring up from between Anna's legs was intensely blue, almost glowed. Anna couldn't bear those eyes. She looked away, caught up in the moon hung up in black sky just outside the patio door. It was not quite full, and partially obscured with wispy clouds. Anna was drawn back into the room by an overpowering sense of being called, and saw that Elsa had crawled up her body and quickly closed space between them.

"Anna," Elsa said, and Anna could hear her clearly, although there was still the sensation that Elsa was whispering. Anna strained to hear her next words, to read Elsa's lips, but it was impossible. "Anna," Elsa repeated, and although Anna tried, she couldn't understand.

She couldn't speak, either. When she tried, her throat locked up and tears stung the corners of her eyes. Elsa seemed to grow frustrated, furrowing her brow. Anna arched and pushed her body close, but Elsa shook her head.

"Anna," she said, insistent. "Anna." A spark of pleasure wracked her body Anna looked down to see that Elsa had pressed her thigh in between Anna's legs, nudging them apart. Chest burning and skin aflame, Anna writhed beneath Elsa and spread her legs wider, trying to accommodate. I can't hear you! Anna pleaded, ever silent. I'm trying! Elsa's arms wrapped around her and brought her even closer; every inch of Anna's skin that connected with Elsa's sizzled.

Once more that sharp gaze trapped her, their faces a hair's breadth apart. Elsa's nose bumped against Anna's and although she couldn't hear what Elsa was saying, she felt each brush of Elsa's lips against hers with a jolt to her brain.

"I want you," those sweeps of plush skin against her mouth said, sending Anna shivering. "Let me have you."

Anna cried out a helpless "Yes!" and sobbed against Elsa's mouth as their hips rocked together. "Yes," she repeated, feeling it leave her throat like a harsh rasp but not making any sound. "Please," Anna begged, and Elsa smiled against her lips.

"I-" Startled, Anna realized she could hear Elsa speak and not just feel her. But the sound wobbled and although she could hear, she still couldn't comprehend what Elsa was saying. It was a low hum that thrummed in Anna's bones, building up her pleasure as the two girls rocked together. Growing louder and louder, as Anna grew hotter and hotter, each sound and sensation grew unbearable and with a shout of Elsa's name, Anna's vision whited out.

When Anna opened her eyes, she had to squint against the sunlight peeking in through her window. She dragged herself out of bed with a groan, squealing when she fell over the side to the floor with a painful thump. If the sun was up, that meant she'd slept in longer than she'd planned. Stripping her grimy clothes from the day before, she tossed them into the hamper, and scrambled into the shower. She scrubbed her skin with cursory swipes of her loofa, moving as quickly as she could without busting her head open.

Only after she was dried, dressed, and ready to walk out the door did she check her phone. Thankfully it was only 7:30, so she wasn't late. She had a few texts; the most recent one from Kristoff saying he was on his way and asking if she was awake yet. A few were from Meg that were mostly just more pictures of her in her homecoming dress from saucy angles, and one was from Elsa.

Good night :)

Sent at eleven the night before. Anna had long been asleep by that time, but she still felt kind of guilty. And weird. She knew that Elsa had featured in one of her dreams, but not exactly what happened; she it hadn't been a nightmare, per se, but there was a hazy feeling of… Well, it was hard to describe. Anticipation? Anxiety? Nothing seemed to describe it perfectly. Then again, that's how her dreams usually went, when she remembered them. Shrugging and making her way downstairs, Anna worked on drafting her response.

Sorry I missed your–

"Ugh, no. I don't want her to feel sorry that I feel sorry. Maybe," Hey, just saw your text, my bad– "No, not that either." Aw thanks. "'Aw thanks' for what? Will she even remember? Fuck, why am I making this so hard?" Catching the whine in her voice and grimacing, Anna tugged her beanie further down her face and tucked her bangs underneath it. Kristoff pulled up with Sven in the passenger seat of the truck. She just went with Good morning :) and clambered into the back.

Sven waved to her in greeting and she waved back. Kristoff was bent over the wheel, staring forward blearily as he drove them to the school. "Don't look so chipper," he groused, and Sven and Anna grinned at each other.

"Late night?" Sven nodded his fist, but before he could continue, Kristoff reached over and grabbed his hand.

"You're too loud. Quiet time before we get to the hell circle." Sven rolled his eyes but put his hands into his lap, making kissy faces at Kristoff. Ignoring both of the passengers in the truck, Kristoff made his way to the school as fast as he could. All of the spaces in the senior parking lot were full by the time they arrived, so Kristoff parked in the back lot near the baseball field. The corner near the football field was full up, too, in anticipation of the homecoming game that evening. The lot was always a mess before and after the game.

So were the hallways of the school. Spirit week had culminated in purple and yellow streamers hung from everywhere, with banners hung up across the rows of unused lockers and people dressed up in their flashiest outfits touting the school colors. It was like a gaudy circus, and Anna had to squint her eyes to avoid being blinded by sequins. Kristoff looked far worse, his grumpy visage going black with pain and irritation. He pulled his hood over his head and stalked off, Sven following behind with a cheery wave. Sven was the only one of them wearing something festive; he'd snagged a purple cardboard top hat somewhere between here and the car that had yellow flowers around the base.

Chuckling as she watched Sven prance after Kristoff, Anna turned around and was accosted by a pair of breasts.

"Grk!" she choked, then backed up and felt her entire face flush red. Elsa was staring at her with an amused smile, her elegant eyebrow far up on her forehead. "Wh… When did you get so tall?" Anna croaked. Looking pointedly at her feet, Elsa turned her legs to show off the stupidly high platform shoes she was wearing, one yellow and one purple.

"We have to wear our uniforms since it's a game day, even though we've had to wear them all week," Elsa complained, wrinkling her nose. Anna couldn't help but grin at the scrunched expression. "But I still wanted to be extra festive. They're already killing my thighs, though. I'll probably take them off before second period."

That, of course, made Anna's eyes drop to Elsa's thighs. Her ears burned when Elsa giggled, but she lingered and enjoyed the view before she felt something wrap around her neck. Looking up, she didn't have time to protest when Elsa looped a purple and gold striped tie around her neck and cinched it in place. "Oi," Anna barked, and Elsa gave her a sly smile.

"I noticed you didn't have any of our colors on. So as to not let you embarrass yourself with that social faux pas, I'll allow you to wear one of my extras."

"Thanks," Anna snarled, tugging so the tie wasn't so tight around her neck. "And remind me why I should be embarrassed?" Looking around deliberately at the ridiculously dressed clowns parading up and down the hallway, Anna flinched when Elsa stroked her neck with long, tapered fingers.

Elsa pulled her hand away reluctantly and gave an apologetic smile. "It's not so bad to show school spirit, is it Anna?" The way Elsa said her name made Anna shiver, in a good way. It sounded like a term of endearment rather than just her name. Trying hard not to blush, Anna grabbed Elsa's hand again and brought it to her cheek briefly.

"Nah, I guess not. I wouldn't want to get mobbed at the pep rally for showing up in all black." She tried to say it all nonchalant, but Elsa caught on quickly and squealed, drawing her into a hug.

"You won't regret it," Elsa purred into her ear, and Anna couldn't stop herself from blushing or smiling like a dope.

"Yeah, well, I bet." Before Anna could feel awkward about that stupid response, Elsa pecked her forehead and was off down the hallway.

"See you in Bio!" she called back over her shoulder and then was swept off in the crowd, still visible because of her ridiculous shoes.

The warning bell rang and the hallway emptied quickly. Anna trudged to class, her forehead tingling, her mind blissfully blank. It stayed that way until lunch, the fog lifting long enough for her to shove a questionable looking burger in her face. Kristoff seemed improved from that morning, but the cafeteria was so loud that it would have been silly to try and talk above the noise. The halls were abuzz as well, so Anna merely hugged Kristoff and Sven and made her way off to fourth hour.

Weselton was the only teacher that tried to teach, and the only one who collected homework that day. Anna had sunk down low in her seat as he stood in front of her desk, hand out.

"I don't have it," she muttered, and Weselton sneered.

"How many of you layabouts took the homecoming game as an excuse not to do your work? Come, come now, a show of hands." A smattering of people raised their hands, but most of Anna's classmates had finished their homework, including Elsa. "Well. I suppose you all earned yourselves F's for today. Moving on-"

While Weselton droned, Elsa gave Anna a concerned look. Anna shrugged, embarrassed, and swallowed hard when Elsa squeezed her hand under their desks. Unfortunately, Elsa and a few other people who were either also cheerleaders, in the band, or on the football team left class halfway through to prepare for the rally. That only pissed off Weselton more, and he assigned extra work for the following Monday.

Thankfully, that was the last hour anybody expected the students to not lose their minds. Anna suspected that most of them were more excited to an early start of the weekend rather than for the pep rally, as she saw more than a few sneaking away to escape off grounds. But plenty of people streamed towards the gym when the release bell for fifth period ended. Kristoff and Sven found her somehow, despite the stampede. Over the day, Sven seemed to have acquired even more festive gear, including a ludicrous pair of sunglasses, thigh high socks which he wore over his jeans, and numerous amounts of beaded necklaces.

"How many people did you show off your boobs to for those?" Anna joked, and Sven gave her a steamy wink. Kristoff hadn't escaped the spirit week swag fairy, either; somebody had painted a lumpy snowman on his cheek with a purple and yellow jersey.

"I'll be glad when this is over," Kristoff griped, but he was grinning down at her. "Nice tie."

Anna cleared her throat. "I had it on earlier. Elsa gave it to me this morning."

Before Kristoff could say or do anything to piss Anna off, she turned and followed the wave of people. They found seats on the top corner of the bleachers in the gym, next to the other small clusters of loner losers who were only there ironically. The type to agree not to clap or chant along with the school song, in protest of all the plebs and preps that surrounded them. Anna's cheeks burned with embarrassment hearing them grumble about the stupidity of sheeple; she probably would have said similar things a few weeks ago.

Principal Mode came to the center of the gym with a handheld microphone and quickly rattled off the announcements while she held the student's attention. "Don't forget to support our Snowmen in the stands tonight for the game against the Berk Dragons."

This was delivered so monotonically that Anna had to grin. Ms. Mode hadn't approved of the more 'kid-friendly' change of their mascot brought about by the PTA, citing that it gave them the intimidation ability of a soggy marshmallow. They had countered with the decision that had been made to abolish the homecoming court a few years before Anna had got there, to make the dance more accessible for everyone. Principal Mode had caved, but not very willingly.

"Today is your last chance to buy tickets at their reduced price for Saturday, so don't wait til last moment. And remember, for those of you still deciding on your wardrobe; no capes." With one last hiss into the microphone, she stomped her tiny feet over to the sidelines and clapped once. "Now, let the rally begin!"

Anna leaned forward in anticipation as the cheer squad swarmed the floor as music started blasting from the gym speakers. They were led by Olaf, resident snowman mascot. He led the students in a chant to get them hyped, throwing his hands in the air and doing sick moves while the cheerleaders got into place. Nobody really knew who he was under the suit. He insisted to anybody who asked that they call him Olaf, and talked in a silly, squeaky voice. Kind of ridiculous, but not even the anti-spirit brooders could hate him. He was just so enthusiastic and kind underneath that giant, misshapen snowman head.

When everyone was sufficiently crazed, Olaf moved to the back and the cheerleaders surged forward.

The hip thrusting and grinding that Anna had seen in the practice of the cheerleader's previous routine were practically tame compared to what she could only describe as an erotic interpretive dance of upright sex presented by the squad. If this was what pep rallies were usually like, Anna regretted not attending a single one since her freshman year. Even without two of their members, the squad's moves were smooth and without any faults Anna could see. The crowd roared with each nearly impossible feat and flip they made, and the tips of Anna's ears burned when she caught a few wolf whistles.

Several of the cheerleaders blew kisses at the crowd while others flounced back, sweeping their arms in wide movements before settling. One after the other, those not forming the base backflipped towards their squad mates and leaped on top of one another until they formed a pyramid. Anna followed Elsa the whole time, noting the others in their relative positions beside her but focusing largely on the twirl of her skirt, the bunching of her muscles as she moved, the thrust of her chest as she arched her back. The crowd in the bleachers was rowdy and on their feet most of the time, dancing along to the energetic thumping of the latest radio trash. So it was probably stupid that Anna wished she could catch Elsa's eye, or get one of those kisses blown directly at her instead of smacking into some drooling, heart-eyed lunkheads.

Once the routine was over, Anna sank back against Kristoff and stopped paying attention. The band performed, several of the athletic teams showed off, and everything was rounded out by some yowling battlecries from the football team. It was pretty much meaningless noise to Anna, who merely fantasized about implementing the maneuvers Elsa had pulled off in the bedroom. Maybe Elsa could teach Anna a thing or two about flexibility. A buzz in her pocket jostled her from her steamy daydream.

Meet me in the left wing afterwards? Should be empty

It was Elsa. Heart thudding in anticipation, Anna glanced from one side to the other to make sure Kristoff and Sven were occupied, and then quickly tapped out a response.

Sure thing. Double checking to see that no one was reading over her shoulder, she sent off another. You were amazing.

:) 3

The floor was too busy for her to catch sight of Elsa again, and she might have been in the locker room anyway now that the squad's time slot was over with. She couldn't exactly slip out now without being noticed, so she sat through the rest of the rally, legs jiggling restlessly. It was the longest hour of her life. Finally things wound down and people started filing out of the gymnasium.

"Hey, I'll see you guys later. I gotta go to the bathroom." Anna started descended the bleachers, but Kristoff grabbed her.

"Do you want us to pick up something for you for dinner?" he asked, letting go of her arm.

"Nah, I've still got the food from last night. If I get hungry I'll scrounge around the kitchen, we probably have something."

Both Sven and Kristoff gave her a skeptical look. "Something that isn't expired?" Kristoff asked. Anna grimaced and shrugged.

"If there's nothing, I'll just walk and get something from the corner store or grab some fast food on Main Street."

"We'll pick up something extra. Sven and I are staying in town this weekend for the dance."

Anna looked surprised. "You're going?" The boys looked at each other and then back at Anna sheepishly.

"We weren't gonna, but," Kristoff started, wincing. "We're going with Meg."

"Meg?" Anna didn't really have much time to deal with this, shuffling back and forth on her feet and keeping an eye on the doors. There were so many people trying to leave at once that there was still a big enough crowd to slip away unnoticed. "Does she really need three dates?"

Sven flashed two fingers and shrugged when Anna shot him an astonished look.

"Aidon bailed on her, so we said we'd go with her and show him up," Kristoff explained.

"When was this?"

"This morning. That's why she played hooky." Kristoff's voice grew snide and he shoved his hands in his pockets. "I'm surprised he didn't just stand her up. Prick."

A sick feeling churned in Anna's stomach. She hadn't even noticed Meg was absent. Had been too wrapped up in her own head. "Fuck," Anna cursed, for lack of anything better to say. Kristoff fidgeted and then nudged Anna and nodded towards the doors.

"Listen… There's not really anything more we can do right now. Go ahead and focus on… going to the bathroom." The knowing glance he sent her way made Anna flush bright red, but Sven's bemused confusion made her feel a little less embarrassed. Kristoff had at least kept things between the two of them, which was amazing, because he almost always told Sven everything. "And tonight you can come over and eat, and we can help you pick out what you're wearing to the dance."

Anna's blush worsened. "Am I that obvious?" she asked. Kristoff grinned.

"We have an extra ticket with your name on it if you don't buy a couple's ticket." They walked past her, and Anna coughed when she caught Sven signing frantically, asking what their conversation had been about.

She snuck over to the doors leading to the left wing, probably not being all that covert, but no one was paying attention to her. When she looked back to find Kristoff and Sven in the crowd, she spotted Elsa and Hans instead. They were standing rather close together, off to the side on the opposite end of the gym. Hans was grinning, and Elsa was leaning casually against the collapsed bleachers, a half smile on her face. Her arms were crossed. His hands were on his hips.

Anna swallowed. Elsa and Hans weren't dating, but that was the extent of Anna's knowledge on what they had to do with each other. It was dumb to be jealous - she could at the very least recognize the source of the lump in her throat - but… Anna didn't really know Elsa that well. It had been, like, a week since they'd even really acknowledged each other's existence significantly. Less than that since they'd really started hanging out, and they didn't exactly spend much of that time getting to know each other. She didn't know what Elsa was like around her friends. Or if she and Hans were friends that everyone just assumed were going out.

Shaking her head, Anna slipped through the doors and into the darkened hallway. This part of the building was for morning classes only, where she went for shop class in second period. The other technical classes were held there, too, as well as the smaller health and wellness classes that didn't operate out of the gym. The rooms were all large and spacious, so to conserve electricity (and keep costs down), the lights were shut off after lunch.

She didn't have to wait long. Elsa came through the doors, letting them fall shut slowly behind her. She seemed distracted, so Anna came up behind her, grabbed her hips, and whispered 'yahh!'.

Elsa shrieked and turned around, pressing Anna against the wall with her forearm. Laughing and gasping, Anna's shoulders shook, and Elsa backed off, glaring at her. "Not funny!"

Anna merely waggled her eyebrows at Elsa, who was panting, her chest heaving as she tried to calm down. The look was good on her, especially with sweat still shining on her skin even in the dark. "You look gorgeous," Anna blurted. She gulped when Elsa's glare turned into a soft, shy smile, and Elsa tucked a hair that had fallen out of her bun behind her ear.

Elsa leaned forward, agonizingly slow, and then they were kissing. Anna was pressed against the wall and they were kissing. Could barely breath, because Elsa's lips were warm and Anna could taste the saltiness of her perspiration still on them. When Elsa pulled away, Anna moved with her and kept the kiss going until she was on her tip toes, wrapping her arms around Elsa's shoulders to steady herself. Anna pulled away when Elsa's hands settled on her hips.

They breathed each other's air for a few moments, and Elsa's eyes sparkled. Anna stood flat on her feet again and buried her face against Elsa's throat. "Was that my reward?" she asked breathlessly, still tasting Elsa in her mouth.

"No," Elsa said, and Anna whimpered. There was more. More of this, or even something better. "Follow me?" They held hands as they walked, Elsa leading Anna down the unlit halls. The sounds of the school, already muffled from the distance, faded into nothing but the soft ticks of the analog clocks on the wall. They turned into one of the classrooms. It was empty besides a pile of mats in the corner; probably used as the aerobics room, or for dance class.

"So," Anna said, startling herself and Elsa. They'd both gotten used to the quiet. Elsa let go of Anna's hand and turned towards her, brushing her palms over her skirt. "Um. What's up?" Anna winced when Elsa laughed.

"I wanted to give you-" Pausing, Elsa stared at Anna's backpack, which was slung over her shoulder, and then slapped her hands over her face. "Oh no," she groaned. "I left my bag in the locker room! I'll be right back," she promised, and promptly ran back out. Literally ran; Anna could hear her footsteps slap the linoleum as she went.

It only took a minute for Anna to start fidgeting. One more for her to poke her head out of the room to see if Elsa was heading back her way. As fast as she was going, it shouldn't have taken this long for her to come back. Anna traced her way back towards the gym, listening intently for the sound of Elsa's footsteps.

"I already said no, Hans."

Anna narrowed her eyes, pausing by the opening of a short hallway that branched out from the main one she was walking down. Elsa's voice didn't sound at all amused. She poked her head around the corner and frowned when saw that Hans was standing close to Elsa again. Too close, from the uncomfortable look on Elsa's face.

"Come on, Elsa," the familiarity of Hans' tone when his tongue lavished over Elsa's name made Anna's scowl deepen even further. "I know it's kinda your thing, but this whole 'hard to get' thing, it's getting old. Drop the act. Everybody already expects us to go to homecoming together."

"Could that be because you've been telling people I already said yes?" The sarcasm is strong with this one, Anna thought with a grim smile. Elsa's clear disdain made Anna hold back a little. She didn't want to butt in on a situation Elsa could handle herself.

"I'll show you a good time," Hans promised, ignoring Elsa's biting comment. "You'll have a better night with me than if you go with another guy. I promise I'll make it worth your while."

"Are you talking about the dance, or you prematurely ejaculating on my dress in the back of your Hummer?"

Anna nearly choked, clapping a hand over her mouth. There had been whispers of rumors that had even reached her low end of the totem pole, about an incident that involved Hans, his homecoming date, and a rather exorbitant dry cleaning bill for a rental dress, but nobody had really believed it. From the way Hans' face turned puce, Elsa had a bit more knowledge on what went down than the rest of the general populace. "Listen, you don't have to be such a bitch," he growled, clenching his hand and stepping heavily forward. Elsa flinched, and Anna decided it was time to intervene. "Just go with me to the fucking dance, alright?"

"Hey."

Anna watched Hans' shoulders tense as he swung around, and she frowned when she saw him relax.

"Oh, hey," he greeted, his face composed in a friendly smile as he took a step towards her and away from Elsa. "Anna, right?" If she hadn't seen the way he'd cornered Elsa against the wall, Anna might have been impressed that he knew her name. "No offense, but, If you don't mind, me and Elsa were having a private chat."

Anna shot a look at Elsa, whose face was unreadable. The clenched hands at the cheerleader's sides made Anna furrow her brow and glare at Hans. She wasn't going to leave Elsa alone to deal with this guy. "She doesn't want to go with you, so back off." Hans' eyebrows shot up and he took a step back, looking between the two women, confused.

"So you were eavesdropping, huh?" Hans shook his head and chuckled. "Listen," there was pity in his voice, and it made the hair on the nape of Anna's neck stand on end. "Elsa and I… We have a - a complex relationship. You wouldn't really understand. Whatever you heard… We were just playing around, alright?"

Anna had to swallow a growl to keep herself from lashing out at him. As if he knew Elsa more than she did… Anna looked back at Elsa again, whose face was hidden by her bangs as she trembled, still leaning against the wall, saying nothing. "Elsa?"

The name came out embarrassingly small and childish. Anna ignored the crack in her own voice, searching for Elsa's reaction. Elsa looked up at the sound, though, and Anna could recognize the burning look in her eyes. "My answer is the same, Hans. No."

Hans' amicable demeanor dropped so fast Anna felt like she got whiplash. "Listen," he ground out, baring his teeth like he couldn't quite smile. "We can talk about this later, when we're alone again."

"Seriously, back off!" The surprised look that both Hans and Elsa shot her didn't make Anna falter, not this time. "I thought you might be a guy who knows that no means no," she growled warningly, the implication making Hans take another step back and wipe the contention of his face. "You're sounding like a typical cartoon jock in a stupid high school movie."

"Like I said, it was merely a misunderstanding. I didn't mean for it to sound like-"

"Whatever you meant or didn't mean, if Elsa wants you gone, you better move your fugly Wolverine-lookin' mug a circumference and half of the Earth if that's what it takes. And quick, before you find my foot lodged so far up your ass you can taste toe jam."

That feral not-smile was back, and part of Anna hoped Hans would give her an excuse to punch him into next week. "Well. I won't stand here and be insulted by your pet loser, Elsa. If you want to be an adult and talk to me yourself, I'll see you after the game tonight." Anna bristled - more at the implication that Hans might corner Elsa again than at the petty insult - as Hans brushed past her and stalked off. She resisted the urge to take a swing at his broad back, knowing that even if she won here, she'd find herself suspended, expelled, or jumped by the football team.

"What a loser," Anna spat, once Hans was out of sight. She turned back to Elsa, brow furrowed in frustration. "Seriously, what the hell was with him? You don't have to do anything you don't want to, including hear his bullshit 'logic' as to why you guys would be perfect for each other, or whatever delusions he has bouncing around in his otherwise empty head."

The bemused look Elsa gave her spurred Anna on, making her pace back in forth in front of Elsa and flail her arms.

"Hell, you don't even have to go to homecoming at all! Although I assume you do, like, your friends will probably be there and it seems like a thing you'd want to do. But a date isn't necessary!"

Wait, what? Anna's eyes widened but her mouth ran away with her, even as she wanted to swallow her words back up.

"You could go stag, and people would probably think you're awesome and cool and just nobody was good enough to be your date."

She was digging her own grave here. Idiot, stupid, idiot!

"Not that like, you think you're better than everybody else, but like, people wouldn't see it that way is what I'm saying. Like, you're pretty popular, so, even if you don't go with Hans people won't like, blame you for that. Except maybe his buddies, but they're just as big of assholes as he is." A sting pierced her heart, but still she went on. "But, uh, yeah. You can go to with whoever you want, and nobody can tell you otherwise."

Anna halted her franting circling when Elsa laughed, light and soft.

"Thanks," she said, and Anna turned to look at her, a lump forming in her throat. Elsa stood, relaxed, smiling. Like Hans had never interrupted them, except now she looked even softer, even surer. More sure? Anna didn't know and didn't care. She just swallowed hard when Elsa took a step forward and drew her into a hug. "Thank you," Elsa repeated. The words snatched the wind out of Anna's sails and she slumped against Elsa, wrapping her arms around Elsa's waist.

"You're, uh, welcome." Anna smiled when she felt Elsa's body shake with giggles. She buried her face in Elsa's neck and breathed slow and steady, calming down considerably when she realized Elsa's breaths matched her own.

"And, Anna?"

"Hum?" Anna felt so relaxed holding Elsa that she could fall asleep, just like this, hopped up as she had been not a minute ago.

"I know you said I could go to the dance with whoever I want…"

Anna winced, hugging Elsa tighter, enjoying the embrace while it lasted. "Mhm."

"What if I want to go with you?"

It was hard to tell if Anna's thoughts were racing so fast she couldn't keep up, or if her head was entirely empty. Her arms fell to her sides and she blinked rapidly, near blind to the tremulous smile on Elsa's lips as she pulled back and away, rubbing her arm. Anna's heart jump started again seeing the way Elsa trembled, the way Elsa's gaze dropped and flickered back up to look at Anna's face. Her brain finally caught up, and she could read her own thoughts again. All the "cool" things she could say, the aloof expressions, the flirty responses, and the realization of time ticking on while she's just standing, quiet.

It's been too long, dummy! Her thoughts screamed. She's waiting for you to say something! This is what you wanted isn't it? You're ruining it! She's not gonna want to go with you! Just open your mouth and-

"Yeah, okay," Anna said, then kissed her.