Two weeks later and Anna was nervously pacing the length of the flower shop awaiting the arrival of Elsa. She'd been told earlier in the day that Elsa had managed to get a lift from one of her ladies in waiting (Gerda? If she remembered correctly). Not entirely certain how the future Queen would manage to not arouse interest as she travelled to the red heads plain-looking flower shop she waited for the platinum blonde to make an entrance.

She waited

And waited

Waited some more.

Eventually she gave up waiting and started to get a little pissed off.

Before finally a flash of white hair caught her attention as it made its way through the entrance of the shop. It was however, being followed by a smock of grey hair in its wake.

"I'm so sorry I didn't realise how many hoops I would have to jump through in order to simply leave. The head of security wanted to do a back ground check on you when I said I'd be visiting a friend. It was only at Gerda's insistence that he backed down. Oh! Speaking of Gerda- Anna, meet Gerda… Gerda this is Anna." As Anna turned to the older woman she noticed how soft her eyes were as she nodded her greeting whilst Anna waved. She seemed friendly enough. From what Anna remembered this woman had practically raised Elsa as her own.

"Will you be staying Gerda?" At that the woman's eyebrows rose dramatically at Anna before turning to Elsa in question, though the blonde failed to noticed as she was too busy taking in the sight on Anna.

"No ma'am I was about to take my leave if her Royal Highness has no other duties she wishes for me to perform?" The smirk given by Elsa's head maid should be criminal as she flashes her brown eyes towards the young royal as she seems to remerge from her trance.

"That's fine Gerda, enjoy the rest of your day." With a slight courtesy the older woman was away and out of the door. Leaving the girls alone for the first time in about a week, Anna watched as those bright blue eyes swooped appreciatively over her figure.

"Okay, so what's the real reason that you're late?"

"What do you mean?" The blush that accompanied the question was a dead giveaway.

"It means as much as I'm sure your head of security would want to protect you I don't quite believe you." The blue eyes just wouldn't meet her own.

"I-I couldn't find anything to wear…. Alright?"

"You're joking? You have a walk-in-wardrobe and you couldn't find something to wear? Elsa, you could wear a bin bag and you'd look gorgeous."

"You really mean that?" She'd started holding herself around the waist, eyes full of self-doubt.

"Of course I do." She moved to embrace the taller girl nuzzling her face into the crook of the Princess' neck. "What's brought all this on?"

"I had another coronation practice with the Archbishop. He asked me if I was to be taking a husband to make King in the near future, when I declined he implied that I was frigid hence my powers." She'd started sniffing at some point during this. "I got it in my head that anything that I wore was going to be too prudish and you wouldn't be interested in me anymore."

"Well next time you see him you need to tell him he's an ass! Who is he to say that to the future Queen anyway?"

"He's one of the Royal advisors."

"Well maybe you need new advisors? Hmm you think?" She feels a slight nod against her hair. "What, was that a yes? I couldn't quite tell" The nod returns. "There we go. Anyways, I thought you wanted to see my kingdom today. Are you ready?"

Elsa breaks away in order to nod vigorously before making her way to the exit of the shop however Anna takes her hand, leading her instead further into the shop ignoring the blonde's puzzled expression. They reach a door that Elsa hadn't noticed before, a large "no entry" sign present. They go through it as it leads them to a flight of stairs. At the top of the stairs was the entrance to a moderate sized flat.

"Here we are. As you can see, my journey to work is excessive." The red head winks before gesturing for the Princess to look around. "I did say it wasn't anything impressive mmmppphhhh." She finds a gloved hand placed over her mouth as the Princess raises a finger to her lips to "Shhhh" the redhead. Said redhead who decided to then try to use her teeth to pull the offending glove off whilst muttering something about "telling you to take these off whilst you're with me." By this time though the Royal was already heading off to look around.

Although the flat wasn't particularly large it screamed "Anna", with all the knickknacks on the walls, the book shelf mostly occupied by the "Harry Potter and "Hunger Games" series. Posters of the Red-hot chilli peppers tour and the 1975 were framed in the living room. Her bedroom was light and airy and in the kitchen was a beautiful bouquet of flowers placed on the windowsill.

"It's lovely Anna, it's you of course it's impressive." She moved in for a kiss before remembering something with a start. "Anna, did you lock up the shop?"

"…. Shit! Hang on a sec." At the other girl scrambling down the stairs with a speed never seen before the blonde had a hard time not laughing. Minutes later she reappeared visibly attempting to catch her breath after hurling herself back up the stairs. "It'salrightalllockedupnow." She managed to huff out.

"So, now that I'm here what would you like to do?"

"Well I hear that a certain Princess Royal was complaining yesterday about being unable to cook properly? Is this true?" The responding blush was answer enough. "Well it's a good thing her girlfriend happens to be a bomb in the kitchen!"

"Excuse me, who says you're a bomb?" The blonde pulls tongues at the scowling red head. "I'm joking, what shall we be making? Teach me your ways oh wise one." She was grinning even as the younger of the two threw a tea towel at her face in disgust.

Two hours later and they had finished off the fajitas that Anna had made for them, unknowing to her the blonde had never tried Mexican food before and therefore found the spice a little bit too much at first. She'd apologised initially before being batted off as "it's nice, I just need water every now and again."

They'd also made some cookies Anna said it was her 'home comforts' type cooking and Elsa was glad for it. Although the food given to her in the palace was often technically amazing to Elsa it never really felt like home cooking. She yearned at times for the meals that her mother would occasionally cook when the Queen appeared unannounced within the kitchens, scaring the kitchen staff for fear that she would be watching them. Elsa's memory of her mother's cooking was that she both enjoyed it and was very talented. After her parent's death the young Princess found she was unable to enter the castle's kitchens, the memories of her mother being too strong, too painful to allow her to feel comfortable with it. She had touched on this with Anna; however she didn't wish to burden her.

Which is why the redhead was shocked to see tears in the Royal's eyes as she turned to her.

"What's wrong?"

"I just miss my family I'm sorry." She shrugged as the tears in the corners of her eyes pooled and finally descended her cheek. A thin thumb quickly swept across each cheek before they could go far.

"Please don't apologise for that, you know that I know exactly what you're going through. You had to endure that far more publicly than I had to. From what I can see you handled it with such grace Elsa I'm so proud of you." She feels a kiss being placed upon an alabaster cheek. "Don't feel shame for feeling something, you're human you are allowed to have feelings."

"The feelings make it harder to control my powers though."

"Honestly love, I don't care about your powers. You could freeze my heart and I wouldn't care." She winked. "How bout we make a move to the sofa and see if we can find a soppy film?" She feels the nod against her palm. "Good, you know Elsa as much as I know that we aren't a conventional fit I'm glad that you came into my shop that day."

"I'm glad too; you're the one person who doesn't try to please me because of who I am. It's freeing."

"Well yeah, you're still a person."

"Even that; no one else would say something like that."

"Well… I'm glad to be of service."