Wow, the reviews for this fic have been absolutely amazing. Thank you all :) I love reading them. A few people have suggested that this is ace!Elsa, and I do love that version of her. I won't confirm or deny anything, but I do just wanna let people know that you don't have to be asexual to not want sex. You don't have to be traumatised or abused, either. Sometimes people don't want sex and that's okay :)

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. There is a warning for minor angst at the very end, but this is the only 'drama' of the fic. The rest is light and happy (and still a NSFW warning for chapter 6).

Halloween. Elsa wasn't one for partying, but Anna had made it pretty clear that she wasn't to miss Kristoff's biggest bash of the year. It brought out everyone's Inner Child as they piled into the small suburban home, outfitted in costumes that ranged from scary to revealing to just plain weird.

And, as it turned out, it also brought out Anna's inner lightweight. She'd only had two beers and a glass of rum and Elsa had already had to pry her away from several decorations.

She'd also had to pry herself away from Anna, who had become so much more touchy-feely than either would generally permit. But hey, she was happy and grinning like a fool, so Elsa let her be.

They'd decided against doing the stereotyped 'couple' costume. Elsa had wanted to be Corpse Bride, and (in her opinion) she'd pulled the look off quite well. Anna was dressed as a 'sexy nurse'. Elsa wasn't sure where the 'sexy' part came in, but Anna liked it, and that was all that mattered.

Currently, they were sitting on a couch, surrounded by other half-drunk, costumed people. One of Anna's friends, a bloke by the name of Kristoff, was hosting. Elsa had met him briefly as they walked in the door, and he'd sought them out a few hours later to chat. At that moment, Anna was too interested in running her fingers through Elsa's hair to really think about what Kristoff was saying – and, because no one seemed to care, neither did she. Truthfully, she only noticed Kristoff when he got up to continue mingling with his other guests, leaving the duo alone together.

Anna wasted no time, with her inebriated state, in pushing herself up and kissing Elsa forcefully on the mouth.

They'd been seeing each other for five months, two weeks and four days (Anna was keeping track for their six-month anniversary). They'd survived the first honeymoon phase of incessant kissing and pet names, and had braved through the 'I have emotional baggage' conversations and come out better for it. Anna remembered Elsa holding her as she sobbed, regaling the tale of Her First Boyfriend and how he'd hurt her. In turn, Elsa had told Anna about the death of her mother and how it had brought her closer to her father as a result. They'd visited Idun Arendelle's grave that same week, and for the first time, Anna saw Elsa cry.

But, they were better for it now. Right now, the only hurdle was becoming more intimate.

Elsa didn't want to rush things. That much was obvious. Every wandering hand was subtly redirected. Intense make-out sessions were slowed to passionate kissing, if that. Occasionally, Elsa would pull away completely only to stuff her head into the crook of Anna's neck. Sometimes, Anna would break away first and move her lips to Elsa's throat, tasting and nibbling as her girlfriend hummed happily.

The sound ceased as Anna's hand wandered over the top of Elsa's costume, travelling between (but avoiding) her breasts to rest on her stomach. Anna tried to ignore the bubble of insecurity that rose in her stomach as she continued to kiss Elsa. She'd told Elsa that she would wait, and she would. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all – when finally they did "consummate", it would probably be even better. Kissing was all Elsa wanted to do, and that was fine with Anna.

But then Anna got drunk.

If Elsa thought that Tipsy Anna was a bit of a nuisance, then Drunk Anna was a whole other problem. She wanted to dance and kiss, and she approached everyone with the phrase, "I have a girlfriend, in your face!" Which in itself wasn't a problem. It was… cute. Elsa was fine with it – it made Anna happy, at any rate.

However, what she did have a problem with was, at about a quarter-to-midnight (when all the less-Halloween-inclined people had left and most everyone else was drunk), Anna pushed Elsa against the wall of the hallway, away from the people and the noise. She tasted like beer and vodka, and even as Elsa tried to slow her down, she kept pushing; kept her lips on Elsa's, trailing her jawline to nibble beneath her ear. And that was fine. That was Anna – always wanting to touch and be close, and honestly, Elsa didn't have a problem with that. She liked touching and being close, and being held.

It was when Anna came back to Elsa's lips and sucked, drawing Elsa's tongue into her own mouth while her hands (which had very politely stayed on Elsa's hips) rushed upwards to press against her chest.

Elsa broke away immediately.

Her hands grasped Anna's – tighter than she meant to, if Anna's gasp was any indication – and forced the younger girl away.

"No, Anna," she said, voice leaving no room for argument. Her eyes softened, though, at the sight of Anna's face crumbling. Elsa took a breath. Anna was drunk, she reasoned. The kind of drunkenness that led to lower inhibitions and regretful memories.

But then Anna's eyes narrowed. "What's wrong with this?" she asked. "I'm not- I'm not gonna hurt you," Anna argued. "This-" she indicated between their bodies, "Doesn't have to mean sex. I want to touch you and- and-"

"I don't want you to, Anna," Elsa argued. Her head was clearer than Anna's, but this was- "I thought you said you didn't need sex? That- I still want to kiss you. I don't want to take it further."

She hadn't meant for it to sound terrible – truthfully, Elsa didn't think it sounded that bad. She'd already told Anna, after all, that she didn't want to sleep with her. But Anna's face crumbled, and Elsa found she didn't have the courage to continue.

"But… but we're dating. I- You masturbate…"

"That doesn't mean I want to sleep with you! Anna, I love you but you need to stop. I told you before that I don't want to sleep with you. I never have and I never will. So can you just drop it?"

Anna stood dumbstruck as Elsa slipped away and into the middle of the hallway. Her hands were wrapped around herself and she was barely looking at Anna. "Now, I think we should just go home," she said softly. Anna nodded dumbly and followed Elsa out.

A quick goodbye to Kristoff, and a thanks for the invitation, they were out in the chilly November air. Anna didn't know if Elsa was shivering from the cold, or trembling from how tense her shoulders were set.

She bit her lip and blinked back the tears that were rising to her eyes.

The ride home was taken in complete silence. They'd made plans – as usual – for after the party. Anna was going to stay at Elsa's, probably crashing on the couch. She spent the ride wondering how she was going to talk to her girlfriend.

Anna was lost in her own thoughts, eyes stuck on her lap. She only looked up when she felt the car stop, and her heart, somehow, got even colder. It was a lump in her throat, jabbing her chest with each beat because Elsa had taken her back to her own apartment building. Not Elsa's.

"Elsa-"

Elsa's hands on the steering wheel tightened, and her eyebrows furrowed. She didn't let Anna continue.

"Please, Anna," she said. Her voice didn't sound angry, but the simple words made it impossible to Anna to build the courage to speak.

She opened the door and slipped out. "I'm sorry…" she tried to say, but it came out as a choked whimper. She wasn't even sure that Elsa heard her, let alone understood.

Elsa didn't look at her once, but as she shut the door, Anna could have sworn she heard a little sniffle.

But, Elsa was gone before she could ask, leaving Anna alone on the cold, gloomy sidewalk.