next week this fic is up for discussion on r/elsanna so i figured i should put out a new chapter. i'm going to try and update more often now that ive finished um. some tv ( ;_; ). im terrible i know.

"No. Absolutely not, you're not wearing that outside."

Elsa poked her head from out of the bottom draw of Anna's dresser. A slight frown on her face, she cocked her head.

"Why no wear?" she asked, and Anna had to fight down the urge to facepalm.

Kristoff had been the one to suggest a trip to the local water-park. Not so local as to be caught up in the still-unexplained poor weather, but still close enough for them to be able to make a day of it. And while Anna was always more than happy for Elsa to begin (take steps toward?) her path of independence, the poor girl still required some measure of supervision.

When Anna had asked Elsa if she wanted to pick her own swimming clothes, she expected the girl to move more towards the boardshorts and a t-shirt. Not... that.

'That' in question was one of four bikinis that Anna owned. She never wore any of them (not a huge fan of putting all those freckles on display. It wasn't like she needed any more), instead preferring a one-piece and boardies. Two of the bikinis were more like a two-piece, with them covering at least down to her belly button. Another was so small it probably would only cover like, half her boob at this point (and she didn't have particularly big ones in the first place).

But Elsa, sweet little Elsa, had found the fourth bikini.

It was blue, and a random purchase Anna had made one day when shopping with a friend. It was a halter-neck style, with two round cups (not triangles, unlike her other bikinis). It was her least favourite for this reason, because, despite not having a lot going on, she always felt like she was going to fall out of that one.

Elsa had no such reservations, as evidenced by the way she pulled off her top and began (attempting to) put on the top half.

It wasn't like Anna had never seen Elsa in the buff before, but each time, it just got weirder and weirder. Elsa was a... good looking girl. She had a huge smile and loved to please, and yeah her boobs did look awesome.

But she was also painfully naïve, and Anna... couldn't trust her not to get hurt.

Which was why she marched right up to her human and said, "No."

Elsa had managed to manoeuvre the top mostly into place, but Anna's words broke her concentration, trying to tie the strings. She dropped her hands and stared back defiantly.

"Yes."

Anna almost took a half-step back because what? Elsa could probably (almost definitely) read the shock on her face, because she glanced down, a little bashful.

"Elsa want to wear this," she said, resuming her attempts to tie it back. In the time it took Anna to figure out an argument, she actually succeeded.

"Elsa, you can't wear that," she began. "It's- it's too small. Your boobs are gonna fall out. And what if you get cold? Maybe you should wear something else. Anything else. Hey, I'll even let you where my snowman shirt. You like the snowman shirt, right?"

Elsa nodded, biting her lip. It was pink and had a dancing snowman on it and Anna never let her wear it. Glancing down at the bottoms still in her hand, she made a decision.

"No. Elsa wear this. Not want to wear snowman today."

Heart sinking, Anna knew she wouldn't win this fight. Time to call in the big guns.

"I hate you."

"Psh, no you don't, Feistypants."

"No, I do. I really do."

"Not matter! Elsa love Sven more than Anna hate Sven! Elsa win!"

Anna released a soft groan, only just managing to stop herself from banging her head against the car window.

They were on their way to the water park, Anna having had to give up after calling Kris, and him siding with Elsa.

"She's a young girl," he'd said, "Let her wear what she wants After all, it's your swimsuit."

Anna had been completely unable to form a counter-argument, which meant that Elsa had won. At least Kristoff had been able to convince her to wear some real clothes while they drove there, but that also meant that, as Anna had promised, Elsa had been able to wear the snowman shirt.

God dammit.

It didn't take long to drive there – perhaps an hour or so. Elsa got antsy, and they had to make no less than three bathroom breaks. At least she told them, Anna supposed, instead of just peeing in the car. That would be a disaster.

But, that success didn't mean that the whole day couldn't be a disaster. As soon as they arrived, Elsa jumped out of the car and began tugging her shirt off. She eyed Anna warily when the redhead tried to convince her it would be a bad idea, that she should wait until they were inside. Eventually, it was only because of all the other people, wandering around in casual clothes instead of swimming costumes, that convinced her.

It took far too long, in Anna's opinion, to get into the park. At least the cold weather had been left behind.

Elsa was positively buzzing as they made their way to the locker rooms to get changed, tugging on Anna's arm every so often to point out something. It was kinda cute (except for when she almost followed Kristoff into the guy's changing room. There were things in there that Elsa didn't need to see).

It took them no time at all to get changed (well, Elsa was already dressed) and put their stuff in a locker. Kristoff was already waiting for them, standing uncomfortably with his arms crossed across his chest. He looked very uncomfortable.

"What, did you forget your shirt?" Anna asked, grinning.

"Shut up!" he said, turning a shade of red that had nothing to do with the sun. Which reminded her, probably should put on sun screen.

Throwing Kristoff another grin, she turned around, "Hey, Els...a..."

There really were no words to describe what Elsa was doing, aside from 'running away'. An ecstatic "Yayyyy!" followed behind her as she ran, arms flapping like a bird as she made her way towards the wave pool.

Kristoff clapped her on the back as he stepped past her. "Good luck with that one," he said, winking as he turned in the opposite direction.

Well crud.