Hey Fwiends, my Elsanna writing is baaaack! You guys loved this story – And you still do. In fact, as I wrote this, there was almost 8,000 views – awesome you guys! That being said, it's not perfect – there's an understatement. So, as my latest project, not only will I continue After Aperture, I'm going to rewrite this whole thing! Not in one day, of course – I couldn't do that for the life of me. But anyways, I hope you guys enjoy the new and improved An Adventure of Love!

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Anna Fjordine sighed. It was time for her to go to her new school, Monsters University. Here she was in Storybrooke, talking to, or rather being talked to, by Mayor Regina Mills. Mayor Regina Mills seemed nice, but Anna felt a level of worry about her. Anna could see there was a little anxiety in the black-haired mayor. To be honest, Anna had trouble finding the little town. When asked about that, Regina replied with, "It's a hidden gem." Still, the quaint little town reminded Anna of Animal Crossing or something. She thought of that mole that would annoy you if you didn't save your game. Ugh, she hoped there weren't anyone like that here.

Anna remembered when she got the scholarship. She was living in Arendelle, Norway, a year ago. She was enjoying her 18-year-old life, eating sandwiches and being a free spirit. Well, her and her parents didn't quite get along, and she hated that, but she had her best friend Kristoff, the "Grand Ice Master." Inwardly she giggled. Sometimes he could be quite silly.

Now, as for why she and her parents didn't get along—she, like everyone else, was a door when it came to dating—she swung. And when it came to swinging, she opened for women. And her parents didn't like that. Actually, she knew about being gay ever since she was 12. But she remained in the closet, dating guys by day and, by night, hooking up with a lover. She knew it was cheating, which was definitely wrong—but she couldn't help herself.

"So, that's all!" Regina ended her long tangent.

"Yeah, nice," said Anna, but she wasn't actually listening. No, her ADHD caused her notice a beautiful woman. The woman dressed very professionally, and she had platinum blonde hair, pale skin, and big blue eyes. Anna was infatuated. Instantly Anna was planning to get this woman in bed with her.

Anna, seriously? She condemned herself, Watch yourself, daggummit! Don't think like that!

The woman's name was Elsa Flake. Elsa Flake was a young lawyer, about 21, fresh out of college. She had moved to Arendelle a few years ago. When it came to dating, Elsa was a lucky woman. She could have her pick at anyone as every man who was single swooned about her. She could very easily live like a queen and have every desperate man do everything she said. She'd be the real Ice Queen, no doubt. Of course, she was very kind-hearted but isolated, so that never really happened.

Like Anna, Elsa was also born and raised in Arendelle, Norway—and in a deeply Christian home. Her father was a reverend, and was highly respected by everyone in the religious community. He had worked with guys like Jon Acuff, Skillet, and even Pope Francis himself. Elsa definitely had a lot to live up to. And, for the most part, she was a good, down-to-earth, God-fearing girl. Well, except for one thing…

She regularly read up on other religions and beliefs, much to her father's dismay. Elsa liked to expand her mind, and one day, she looked into the forbidden subject of homosexuality. She soon read on the internet that there was a spectrum, which included the obvious straight, gay, and bisexual. But there was also pansexual, asexual, and even bi-curious—which was where she happened to fall under.

See, at a party her best friend Olaf—a giddy little man, by the way—took her to, she couldn't resist staring at the women, wondering what it would be like to kiss one. What would it taste like, feel like. Not only physically, but mentally, emotionally. She never mustered enough courage or drank enough shots to find out. She had once told her father of this, but he told her to conceal, not feel that stuff. Not one to disobey her father, she obliged.

"Bye, Olaf." She laughed as she got off the phone with Olaf.

"Who's she?" she said to herself. She was referring to the young woman staring at her from afar. A pretty girl, she had auburn hair in two braids, freckles, big green eyes, and her sense of fashion was totally cute. The eyes were what got Elsa's attention. Those striking green eyes. And that smile—it just lit everything up. Elsa's mind was racing, wondering what kissing that girl would feel like. She looked away. Conceal, don't feel, Elsa, she mentally told herself, Conceal, don't feel.