this took a while. hope you like it anyway. now i can say i've officially finished two stories whoopee lol

Anna had seen many different versions of Elsa. Bundled-up-in-an-ugly-sweater Elsa was adorable. Side-boob-tattoo Elsa was a goddess.

Elsa-in-a-suit was fuck me sideways with a thousand-dollar dildo.

Not literally, of course, but it wasn't easy for Anna, keeping her gaze trained on Elsa's face, and only her face.

It was a formal dinner, sort of. Anna was meeting Elsa's father, and she knew the dinner would probably not be successful if she didn't keep her mind out of the gutter. So, she swallowed and smiled, and flicked the little switch in her mind that went from 'sexy elsa' to 'my sweetheart elsa'.

It was a little mind-trick she'd been working on, ever since they're gotten more...physical with each other. It helped, to an extent. It was easier because while Anna wanted to push Elsa against the wall and have her way, she knew that Elsa would...not appreciate that. At all. So it was easy to not think about it.

"Ready?" she asked, patting down the front of her dress. She mustn't have done a very good job at hiding how much she appreciated the outfit, because Elsa let out a smirk just before she pressed her lips to Anna's throat.

"Hmm like it?" she asked, and fuck if that didn't make everything ten times more potent. Anna was almost upset that Elsa knew how appealing she was, because it meant she could endlessly tease Anna.

But, she didn't usually. Mostly because it was unfair but also because she wasn't entirely sure how. Which was more than okay for Anna. When Elsa stepped away, Anna reached to press a quick kiss to her lips before linking arms.

"You know I do," she said under her breath. Elsa gave a little laugh, but didn't comment further.

The drive to the restaurant wasn't spent panicking. Anna'd already done all that the previous week, when Elsa had asked her to meet her dad. She'd had a week to come to terms with it; a week to be convinced that Elsa's dad loved her, and that he'd love Anna too, and he would be ecstatic that his little girl had found someone who loved her just as much as he did.

Still, Anna couldn't help but fidget because – well, she'd never done this before. The meet-the-parents thing. Technically, she'd already met Elsa's mom, but that wasn't the same considering- just, all things considered.

But, Elsa loved her. And Elsa would stand by her if something happened (and with Anna, something always happened).

Turned out that her fears were completely unfounded. Elsa had been right, as always.

Mr Arendelle was a thin, balding man with frameless glasses and a tweed coat. Elsa looked like him; the same eye colour, same nose. He scooped her into a hug as soon as he saw her, which was probably the first time Anna had ever seen Elsa do something so physical with another person (herself notwithstanding). Elsa wasn't a fan of hugging anyone but Anna, and it seemed that she shared that position only with the man who raised her.

And then, when he saw her, he practically cast his daughter aside to hug Anna. She was expecting the kiss to her cheek even less, and was reminded that, oh yeah, Europeans like kissing people's cheeks or something. But Elsa was giggling from behind her hand and it made everything worth it.

They took their seats, and straight away, Elsa's father – "Call me Agdar, Anna," – began asking questions. They ranged from, "So, how did you two meet?" (even though Anna was sure Elsa had already told him) to asking what she was currently doing, what she wanted to do, with her life.

He was polite and courteous and he didn't pry. Anna'd heard all kinds of horror stories about meeting the in-laws – potential in-laws. The girlfriend's dad. She was expecting something more along the lines of him offering to shoot her if she did something wrong, not offering to share a dessert because she'd obviously done something right.

"Can we just hold off on dessert for a tick, please, Papa?" Elsa asked. She hadn't spoken much all night, content with letting her father and girlfriend carry on conversation. Anna shot her a frown because chocolate, but Elsa's smile appeased her.

And then it was gone, because Elsa was gone, because she was kneeling next to Anna.

Anna's breath caught in her throat, and her eyes flickered to Agdar. He didn't seem confused or worried, just kept watching them with his own little smile. She turned back to her girlfriend. "Elsa, wha-?"

"This isn't a marriage proposal, Anna," Elsa murmured, so only Anna could hear. "Don't panic." She bit the corner of her mouth, but her eyes remained glued to Anna's. "I've been thinking about this for a while. Months, maybe. Since Valentine's Day, and how you reacted to what you saw. No one has ever respected me or my choices like that before, except for my father – but that's different, right? He's family, right? But I started thinking... how I wanted another one, too. How I wanted you to be part of my family, and I a part of yours."

Swallowing, she reached into her pocket and brought out a little box. "This is a promise ring," she said. "And they can mean a few different things. I think this means all of them. Friendship, because you are my best friend. You're more than a love, or a girlfriend. I've never been as happy as I am when I'm with you."

She took a breath, but Anna didn't take the opportunity to interrupt. Her hand was covering her mouth and there were tears in her eyes. So Elsa smiled at her and continues her speech. "They can symbolise monogamy and... well, I don't know about you, but there's no one else I want to give my heart to. No one I want to share my heart, or share you, with. We could be the only two people and I'd be happy because I had you.

"I think celibacy is out, but... all of me is yours, when you want it. And I-" she let out a little chuckle, "I can say that because I know you won't take it because you care more about me than you do about any pleasure we can share. Being with you, like this, or wrapped up on the sofa, or cuddling in bed, that's all we need. It's all I need. As long as I have you."

Elsa had to close her eyes for a moment because, staring into Anna's she felt herself at the brink of tears. She'd been naked before, but she never felt so bare. And she knew Anna wouldn't refute anything she had just said, but it wasn't what she wanted to say. Not really. Not entirely.

So she sucked in one more breath, and lifted the lid of the box so Anna could see the ring that lay beneath.

"This is a promise ring and it's called that because people share it to make a promise. A promise of love, or marriage, or something only to them. And this is my promise, if you would have me, to be yours, no matter what, until the very end."

Elsa heard a little sniffle from the other chair, but she couldn't tear her eyes from Anna, who hadn't said a word.

"Anna?" she prompted softly. Anna still had her hands over her mouth, but she moved them to wipe at the tears that had formed.

"You finished now?" she asked, but there was no sting in her words, or in the smile that followed. Dumbly, Elsa nodded.

That was when Anna leaned down and pressed her lips against Elsa's. It was soft and chaste, but carried so much meaning. Not more, either. Different.

"I would have you," Anna said, "I love you, Elsa. I love you so much."

Neither were sure who was crying, but it didn't matter because they were happy tears, and they were together.

And then a voice Anna, at least, had forgotten about carried over to them.

"Congratulations, girls," Agdar said. He stood from his chair, and pulled them into a hug. This time, Anna was prepared for the kiss he placed on her forehead. "A promise, but not a promise, that I will have another daughter soon," he said, drawing a little laugh from Anna. Elsa let her go so she could more easily return the hug.

"Thank you, Papa," she said. He waved her off.

"No, thank you. You are happy, which makes me happy. I didn't want to say anything but..." he trailed off, and Anna had the impression that maybe it was a private topic and she shouldn't be listening. But Elsa didn't seem to mind – in fact, she prodded him to continue, so he did.

"I was afraid you would never find the same happiness as I found with your mother," he said softly. "But you have, and I don't think there is a better woman than Anna. Treasure her."

Elsa's lips quivered – an attempt at a smile already drowned out by tears – and she let go of her father to draw Anna into a hug.

"I will," she said, and the look in Anna's eyes spoke for her. "We both will."