A/N: I'm so sorry it took so long to get this up! Frankly, I'm having issues with Anna. She's all over the place and it's frustrating, and it's causing angst where there should be none (though there will be a few scenes in later chapters because, hey, conflict and such). The next chapter will be up in a few hours (I have to go to work). I figured I owed you guys :) Enjoy!

The trip to the park was fairly uneventful, surprising Anna. She had expected Elsa to run off and look at everything (isn't that what dogs—untrained dogs—did?). Instead, the blonde girl had stepped close to the red-head and taken ahold of her arm, hugging it close. Every time someone moved too close, she either flinched or bristled before pressing her forehead onto Anna's shoulder bashfully. Anna rolled her eyes each time it happened, but Kristoff noted with a grin that she never told Elsa to stop.

Of course he didn't point it out to her. That would only result in the both of them becoming uncomfortable, which would, admittedly, be rather funny. There was nothing he liked more than making Anna awkward (even though she usually did a god enough job on her own). However, it was much more interesting to the young man to just watch how Anna interacted with Elsa.

By the time they got to the park, Anna had worked up a bit of a sweat, and Elsa wasn't nearly as fidgety as when they first left the house. Her eyes widened at the mounds of snow, and she almost began bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.

Instead, she turned to Anna and gave the widest, brightest, most dazzling smile the young red-head had ever received.

That smile was... perfect. It was Christmas and chocolate and True Love's Kiss all at once. Coming from a girl who, only a few hours earlier, didn't even know what a smile was... well, Anna could swear that half her brain shut down.

She had to take a few seconds to blink away the... whatever she was feeling... before she managed to return it. Kristoff was squatting down next to Sven, talking to him, and for a moment, Anna was able to entertain the idea that everything would work out with Elsa in the 'd get turned back into a dog and Anna would pass the semester and they'd all just move on with their lives.

It was a pleasant thought, and one that knocked her out of paying attention for a moment—at least, until Elsa uttered a soft "...Anna...?" and looked at the freckled girl from behind long, pale eyelashes.

Rousing herself, Anna gave a small, if slightly forced, smile. Before realising that she actually didn't have any idea on what to do now. It wasn't exactly like she could play fetch with a human (even if she had brought a tennis ball). Luckily, Kristoff was there to save her.

"Why don't you and Sven go and explore the park, Elsa?" he asked. When Elsa looked unsure, even stepping a little closer to Anna, he gave her a warm smile (or, the warmest her could muster. Perhaps Anna needed to give him smiling lessons, too), and continued with, "Anna and I will be over there-" he pointed to a group of benches next to a coffee kiosk "-if you need us. Okay?"

Elsa gave a slightly hesitant nod, but some of her reluctance fell away as Sven pushed against her, encouraging her to move. She kept an eye on Anna and Kristoff until they were sitting on the bench, nursing horrible college-student coffee.

The two (arguable) adults watches the girl and dog run around for a few minutes. Elsa tripped spectacularly over an embankment before getting up and resuming chasing after Sven. There weren't many people around, so they didn't get in anyone's way. It also meant that Kristoff and Anna could talk without the fear of being overheard.

"This is insane," the blond stated, taking a sip (and promptly grimacing) of his coffee. Anna could only give a half-hearted shrug. What else was there to say? "What are you going to do?"

Anna took a sip of her own coffee, trying to focus more on the caffeine than the burnt beans. "What am I supposed to do?" she asked. "It's not like I can take her back. I already thought of that." She heaved a sigh, but didn't say anything more.

"Well, I can talk to my Pabbie about it. He's got a tonne of old books and stuff about unexplained mysteries. Maybe one has something like this in it?" he said, not really asking a question at all. Anna nodded slightly, eyes never leaving Elsa, who was now tumbling around in the snow, tackling Sven and letting herself be tackled. She lost grip in the snow again and did another fantastic faceplant, this time completely disappearing in the snow. Kristoff watched as Anna sat up a little straighter, hand holding her coffee cup a little tighter as she waited for Elsa to reappear.

When the blonde girl did so, poking her head up (absolutely covered in snow), Anna relaxed back into the bench and bringing the hand holding her coffee to her lap, resting it there gently and letting the warmth seep through her clothes.

Of course, it probably meant nothing. But, it might also mean something. Kristoff made a mental note (his mental handwriting being far neater than his actual one) to tell Pabbie about that reaction, too.

Thinking on it a little more, he conceded that it probably did actually mean nothing. It was just good that Anna seemed to care about the girl who had replaced her dog (though he didn't actually expect anything less from the red-head. She was just a good person).

"What are you going to do about her when you're at school?" he asked, breaking the silence that had settled between them. "Or work. Can you leave her all on her own for that length of time?"

Anna shrugged. "I did yesterday," she said, choosing not to mention the injury or broken bowl or messy sheets or destroyed cushion. The mere thought of them reminded her that, well, no, she probably couldn't trust Elsa on her own. "I'll think of something," she amended. Taking one last sip of her terrible coffee, she chucked it in the bin.

Then, she picked up a handful of snow and chucked it at Elsa.

"Hey! Elsa!" she called after the snowball missed the blonde girl completely. "You wanna play a game? Or..." she trailed off as Elsa ran up to her, Sven not far behind. The girl was flushed bright red, likely from the cold and exertion, and looked about the happiest person in the world.

Anna was, honestly, half-expecting Elsa to tackle her to the ground, what with the way she was moving (and her just plum-excited nature). However, to the red-head's surprise, Elsa managed to stop just before she reached them, panting lightly, eyes shining. Anna couldn't help but let out a small chuckle.

"Having fun?" she asked. Elsa could only shake her head emphatically, making small noises of... well, it was probably happiness. She was bouncing up and down on her heels and chewing the inside of her mouth.

"Anna play w'Elsa?" she asked softly, the smile never dropping from her face. "Yes, yes!"

Neither girl paid much attention to Kristoff, who had put Sven's lead back on (and tipped his coffee out). Elsa just didn't care much about it, and Anna was too focused in watching Elsa to care about her burly blond friend.

"What do you wanna do, Elsa? We can have a snowball fight or make snow angels?" Elsa shook her head at both suggestions, blinking her (actually, almost ridiculously, now that Anna thought about it) large eyes.

"Not fun," Elsa said. "T'geth'r. Be t'geth'r."

At those words, Anna let out a little grin that could have been considered 'evil' if the rest of her expression were defined as such. The sparkle in her eyes and tint to her cheeks gave the expression a happier tone, and she let it just sit on her face for a moment.

"Hey, Elsa," she said after a few seconds, looking at the blonde girl from the corner of her half-lidded eyes. "Do you wanna build a snowman?"