"Kristoff!" I groaned. "Why're we even here?"

Here was currently somewhere in the middle of Kentucky, mid-July, with temperatures at 92 degrees. To say the least, I was sweltering.

"Anna, I told you my brother, Olaf is here and wanted me to come watch him. This is what he does for fun! There's not a whole lot to do in a small town, in the middle of nowhere." I heard him state.

"I understand, but a rodeo?" I asked skeptically.

"Yes. Now be nice, here he comes."

I watched as a young boy, no older than 14, came galloping up on a brown bronco.

"Kristoff!" The teen screamed in excitement. I watched as he gracefully dismounted his beast and pulled my best friend into a hug.

"Hey dude," Kristoff responded. "Good to see you!"

Olaf pulled away from the embrace and turned my way.

"Who's this?" He asked with a smile.

"This is Anna. Anna Summers. She's my…" Kristoff was cutoff.

"Oh! She's the one you talk about all the time!" I saw Kristoff turn a slight pinkish but my thoughts as to why were quickly forgotten as I was dragged into a warm set of shaped arms.

"Hi! I'm Olaf! I like warm hugs! It's nice to meet you Anna." With that, he removed his cowboy hat and took a dramatic bow, with a goofy grin plastered to his face. And for the first time since he rode over, I got to examine him.

He was kind of short and burly which in turn, made him look chubby. But if his arms, sporting orange rolled-up, plaid sleeves, were any indication, it was mostly muscle. His short, light brown hair was complemented by his dark blue eyes that just happened to match his wrangler jeans. Jeans of which were currently showcasing a rather large belt buckle that said 'Nothing runs like a Deere' and had a cute, yellow deer that looked mid-leap.

As he stood straight, my eyes wandered to his feet which were protected by thick looking leather boots, covered in dust. With his hat now back on his head, he smiled and approached his steed.

"This here is Sven. I've had him since he was a baby. He really likes carrots. And people. You can pet him if you want!"

I looked at the horse and cautiously put my hand on his snout. Sven made a whimper and nuzzled my hand. I smiled, happy to have made a friend out of this huge but sweet animal. A horn beeped twice and a voice came over some speakers overhead.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the tenth annual 'Mattley's Rodeo Mash-Up'. We aren't here to win any grand prize. The winner gets bragging rights for a year!"

At that, the announcer was cut off by some 'eee-eee's and some whistling.

She continued, "This rodeo is more for ya'll to practice and have fun! Now, to get this started, our rodeo clowns have just finished setting up barrels! Barrel racers to the start gate, we will begin in five minutes!"

"Whelp, that's me! See you around, guys!" Olaf said as he mounted Sven and waved.

"Hope you enjoy the show Anna!" And with that, he was off, as Kristoff and I waved.

"He's a lover!" said Kristoff.

I smiled, still trying to figure out how those two were related. I mean, Kristoff liked concerts, rock bands, and reindeer. Olaf rides horses and participates in rodeos. Weird.

I watched as a group of teenagers, girls and boys, lined up side-by-side along a wooden fence. There were eight horses, each standing just to the side of what I would guess were their owners. But there was one horse whose owner wasn't at its' side. I wondered where the rider of such a beautiful, pristine horse, was? The horn beeped twice and again I heard the same ladies voice resonate throughout the small, outdoor arena.

"Alright ya'll, it's a simple barrel race. Ya'll have done this so many times I know I don't need to explain it. Wait till the rodeo clowns pull open the gates. The horns will beep twice and you are ready to go!"

I watched as two small kids, eight or nine years old, pulled open two different gates that housed what looked like a claustrophobic looking pin, only big enough to fit each rider respectively. Then, in the matter of seconds, the horn beeped twice, the small pins opened, and out rushed the two horses. I watched in awe as it seemed like the riders turned almost horizontally as they weaved through the line of barrels.

On the end barrel they each grabbed a flag and rode straight back to the gate that the other riders were lined up at. They each blew past two more riders who grabbed the flag on the way and took off to weave through the barrels. They placed the flag on the end barrel and raced back to the next pair. I watched as one girl stuck out her hand and gave Olaf a high five on the way back.

I stared, captivated, as Olaf weaved gracefully, and swiftly, through the line of barrels. I was slightly surprised that Olaf's brawny stature didn't seem to hold him back any. Sven flew around barrel after barrel, making Olaf look very lithe. Olaf snatched the flag from the end barrel and sped towards the gate. The hand off to the next girl in line, was flawless but they were still a short distance behind the other team.

I watched the gorgeous, platinum blonde girl that Olaf had just handed the flag to speed so quickly through the barrels that I thought she would fall off her horse. She jammed the flag into the end barrel and without another glance, took off towards the gate. The other team was right on her tail but as her beautiful white horse started to gain its footing, it also began to gain distance. The platinum blonde with the white horse blew through the gate and a horn blared.

The ladies voice came over the intercom. "The blue team has the first event! Each participant from the blue team gains 10 points!"

More cheering and a lot of smiles were exchanged, along with some high fives. Olaf was cheering so loudly I could hear him from the other side of the arena. The platinum blonde smiled, but I watched as she trotted slowly away on her horse. She had by far awed me and I didn't want her to go yet.

We watched on for another three events, each more exciting than the previous. I was actually enjoying myself. The events that were going on now were individual events. I had only seen the blonde one other time and she was in a different arena just past the one Olaf was in now. Olaf was awesome and so entertaining to watch. He was at like 70 out of 85 possible points. We were all now taking a quick barbecue dinner break. I happened to see the blonde while I was eating dinner and she smiled at me before turning back to a nice looking dark skinned, dark haired beauty that had a purple headband, big hoop earrings, and bright eyes. She was hot to say the least. I had only seen the blonde from far away but I could tell she was prettier than the dark haired girl. The gypsy looking girl may have been hot but this platinum blonde was a chilling beautiful. They seemed to have giggled about something and each turned my way.

"Looks like you are getting all the ladies tonight!" Kristoff stated, pulling me out of my wonderland. Kristoff knew I liked girls as much as I liked guys and he had no problem with it. He was one of the few kids who weren't mean to me when I came out my 8th grade year. He had been a little bit of a friend before that but because he didn't judge me for how I felt about girls, we became closer. I can now proudly say he is my best friend.

"You have to admit, they are both hot." I said dreamily. I watched as they giggled and glanced at me again. Then I watched as Olaf walked up next to them. They stood up from their table and gave him a hug, while disheveling his short hair. They both smiled, pointed at me, to which I blushed, and they went back to talking with Olaf.

"Either he is hooking you up or totally getting those girls himself!" Kristoff whispered.

I rolled my eyes and continued to watch, blushing as they giggled and Olaf laughed. They then hugged him again and sat down, smiling the whole time.

Olaf started to walk back to us. He smiled when he saw me watching him and I grinned back. These girls were making my heart race and my blush had yet to fade. As Olaf took his seat, I chanced a glance back over to the sexy women at the table across the way. They both were looking at me. The gypsy woman looked down with a smile, whereas the blonde licked her lips and showed the sexiest of smirks that had me throbbing in my panties.

"The dark one is Esmerelda, or Esme for short. The blonde is Elsa. Elsa's horse's name is Marshmellow and Esme's…" I tuned him out.

Elsa. I threw the name around in my head. It gave me chills and had me clenching my thighs. I watched the way her ruby red lips parted around a succulent, chocolate covered cherry that she held the stem to. It made me want to scream, run over there, and worship her body. She plucked the stem out, then popped it in her mouth as well. She made sure I was watching her curiously as she moved her mouth around a little then pulled the stem, now in a knot, out of her mouth. I looked up to her icy blue eyes as she licked her tender lips then winked at me. My mouth had dropped open and she now blew me a heated kiss. I was trying so hard not to cream my pants. Drool was pouring out of my mouth and I felt like I was on fire. My face had turned beet red, I could feel it. She looked down at her desert of chocolate ice cream and smiled, so I used the opportunity to look away. I looked straight at Kristoff who had the same look I was sporting just minutes ago. He, however, also had his hands in his lap, trying to hold down the boner that was coming on. I splashed my glass of cold water in his face.

"Better?" I asked sweetly.

"Yeah. Thanks." He answered dazed, trying to clear his throat.

Olaf had just stopped talking when I threw the water in Kristoff's face. He looked confused but decided not to question it.

"So, what do you say Anna?" He asked me.

"What?" I tried to clear my now raspy throat.