Chapter One

"Elsa? Where are you going this late at night?"

Shit.

"I'm just going out, Mom."

"Yes, I can see that, but what I want to know is where you're going." I hate it when my parents are condescending. I'm 20 years old already! Can't they relax even a little? Then I remember that we are Arendelles. So no, they can't. The stern look she was giving me suddenly turned into giddy suspicion.

Oh no.

"Elsa… are you, perhaps, going out to… see someone?"

ShitShitShit. Quick you idiot! Think of something!

"Um…" She quirked an eyebrow. "Yes?"

Her face lit up at my admission . "Oh! How fantastic! Would you tell me about… her? Please?" The reason for her hesitation was because I had "come out" recently and, while both my parents were incredibly accepting and promised they still loved me, they were still adjusting.

My dad turned the corner as he came into the entryway, a curious expression featured on his face. "What are you doing to our dear Elsa, Idunn?" He inquired.

"I was just asking her about her new girlfriend," she teased.

"A new girlfriend?!" Surprise marred his handsome face. "Well… I'm happy for you Elsa." The uncomfortable look on his face fell into a mischievous one. "Now, do I have to do a girlfriend screening like I would have to do on a boy?" He smirked.

"God No! Don't you dare do that. Ever." I punctuated with a frown. "Is it your life mission to embarrass me?"

"Yes." They answered simultaneously with shit-eating grins. A moment of awkward silence passed.

I really have to go. How am I suppose to shake them off my tail?

"Will you tell us about her?" My mother tentatively asked.

Crap, I thought we dropped that. "Um…" Who was the last person I saw today… Oh that girl who ran into me in the street today! "Well, she has this red hair. Like… a mix between strawberry blonde and fire in hair form. And freckles. Like A LOT of freckles. Also, these really pretty blueish-green eyes…" My phone rings at that exact moment with an incoming text. Saved by the bell. Thank god. "Oh that's probably her. I'm kinda late now… So I'm going to go." I turn to escape out the door, pulling my phone out as I go, but I'm stopped by my father's hand on my elbow.

"Well, she sounds lovely." I gaped at him in surprise. He sounded… sincere. Out of both my parents finding out I'm gay, my father took it the hardest. His face twisted into a more serious tone. "And one more thing, sweetheart. Please don't forget about the Christmas party that's in a couple weeks. It will be mandatory you be present. Hey! Now that I think about, you still don't have a date for it, right? Why don't you invite your girl? It'll be a great way for us to meet her and announce yourself to the company."

No no no! This is NOT how I wanted this conversation to go! I lamented internally. I tried to keep the grimace off my face as I panicked for an acceptable answer.

"Yeah, sure, absolutely." What the hell are you saying, you dimwit! Shut up! "I'm sure she'd be happy to meet you. But I really do have to go now."

"Oh, alright then. Have a good night, Elsa." The mischievous look returned. "But not too much fun, alright?"

"Dad! Ugh, I'm leaving now." I huffed.

My mother giggled next to my smug father. "We love you! Be safe!" They shouted as I ran to my car.

"Ok! Love you too!" I shouted over my shoulder. I hated lying to them, but if they knew what I actually did when I left the house, they would lock me up tighter than Hannibal in Silence of the Lambs. Climbing into my car, I drove down the driveway of my family's estate. When I deemed I was far enough away from home, and close enough to the city, I pulled over and yanked the black duffle bag out of my back seat. As I stared at the contents, I contemplated my current situation.

1) I lied to my parents. Again.

2) They expect me to bring my imaginary girlfriend to our Christmas party. That's in 2 weeks.

3) I have to find a red-haired, freckled, blue-eyed person that will agree to be my fake girlfriend. In less than 2 weeks.

What the hell have I gotten myself into? But all the panic and insecurities slip away as I change into my outfit. This is an issue I'll have to deal with later. Right now, I have a job to do.