A/N: Yo cray-cray asswipes shut up about the "drinking toast" typo. You know what I meant. God I can't do shit without getting ice poured down my shirt. If you point my flaws out once more then shit will hit the cieling fan. Good night. Let me finish this piece of art in peace, kapeesh? Btw if you is a fanfic author and you'd like to be featured in this, shoot me a private message.

Edit: Thanks ma'am (the real Forkanna), I fixed the discrepancies. And yes, Adele Dazeem is OC.

The coronation ended, and a fat guy started blowing on a tuba. "Bloop blop bloop blop bloop," it rang throughout the dance hall. There was a dance now to celebrate the coronation.

"So um," Celery Sticks batted her eyelashes at Kate-Kane, looking bashful as ever. "We're gonna' dance, little lady."

Kate-Kane smiled, and then she was taken out onto the dance floor by Celery Sticks. The pair of girls danced like in a whimsical fashion, and they were wearing dresses that fluttered in the wind as they danced. Kate-Kane was wearing a blue-ish suit, like what Beast wore on Beauty and the Beast, and Celery Sticks was wearing an original huge monster yellow dress. They were dancing with hands on each other shoulder's, staring into each other's eyes.

"Wow they're in love," Living Lamb said as she watched from the sidelines. She was sipping on a cup of red punch spiked with vodka. "Hey, where did Forkanna go?"

Forkanna was not in the dancing hall. She was waiting patiently at the fountain where Elsa had bumped into her.

"Maybe she's not coming," Forkanna whispered, glancing down at the time on her phone. It was getting late. "Maybe she's just trolling me."

"Who would do that?" Elsa's chilly voice sounded behind Forkanna's shoulder. Forkanna, gasping, whipped around, nearly dropping her phone.

"Oh, wow! You were beautiful in the coronation! I mean, you're beautiful now, too," Forkanna gushed. Her cheeks got filled up with blood orange color.

"Thank you," Elsa said, a genuine smile forming on her visage. Her eyes crinkled at the corners like the way cats sometimes do on cartoons. "So, I'm Elsa. I wanted to formally apologize for bumping into you. It was such a foolish mistake!"

"No worries," Anna grinned. She gestured down to her green dress, which was a bit damp, but pretty much dry. "It's drying up now. Haha."

"I should make it up to you," Elsa said, putting a finger under her chin. "In fact, I have the perfect idea in mind. Come with me!" She grabbed Forkanna's hand before the Fork girl even had a chance to react. In the next instance, they were running to the ball room, where all the celebration was going on.

"What shall we do?" Forkanna questioned as she was pulled into the ballroom.

They reached the very middle of the room. Elsa did a cursty, eyes smiling, and then reached out a slim, gloved hand. She said, "May I have this dance, Jessica?"

Forkanna blushed and let her hand be taken. The two began to slow dance in the dance room where they were at.

As they danced, their eyes never left each other's. Elsa's turquoise water-blue cobalt eyes were trained on Forkanna's eyes, and Forkanna's wirxjwr eyes were fixed on Elsa's. They were totally wrapped up in the dance, they didn't notice anybody's stares.

"Wow," Living Lamb whispered in shock as her cup of punch dropped to the floor and made a sceneful splash. "Fork wasn't kidding! She's really got Elsa hooked!"

"I can't believe this," Celery Sticks observed. She was breathing heavy, leaning against the wall and worn out from all the dirty dancing she had done with Kate-Kane.

"Holy mother fucking shitcakes," Kate-Kane observed, even though she had only known Forkanna for like not even an hour.

It was a beautiful evening, indeed.

As Forkanna and Elsa continued to dance, the clock struck midnight.

"Oh no," Forkanna said. Her eyes widened, and she looked back towards the door. "I'm so sorry Elsa, but I have to go!"

"Why?" Elsa asked, not letting her go, but tilting her head in curiosity.

If Forkanna was not back to her apartment by half past midnight, her parents would find out and refuse to pay for her university tuition. She had to get back or else.

"I - I just have to go," Forkanna said. She picked up her green dress and began speed walking to the door, looking back at Elsa. "I had such a good time!"

"Wait, Jessica!" Elsa started to run after her. "When will I see you again?"

Forkanna literally had zero time. As she ran, the fork made out of glass in the back of her dress fell on the floor, but she gave zero shits by this point. She was out the door with Living Lamb and Celery Sticks close behind her.

"That was a close one," Living Lamb breathed, her breath stained with alcohol as she fell onto the living room couch. A quick glance at the clock showed it was three minutes to 12:30.

"Tell me about it," Forkanna nodded. She plopped herself on the floor, exhausted. She pulled her shoes off and rubbed her sore feet.

Celery Sticks narrowed her eyes. "Fork, where's your glass fork that you took to the dance?"

Forkanna sighed, burying her face in her hands. "FUCK! It must have dropped out of my pocket when we left in a hurry!"

"You think that's bad?" Celery Sticks whined. "Try accidentally leaving the girl of your dreams without giving her your number! I might never see Kate-Kane ever again!"

"Same," Forkanna nodded. "Elsa thinks my name is Jessica. And she has no clue what my major is or any of my classes."

"Love sucks."

"Amen to the that," the three girls said in unison.

Meanwhile, as the party-goers cleared out of the ballroom, Elsa stood in the parking lot, letting the summer breeze wash over her skin.

"What is it?" her friend, , Adele Dazeem, asked.

Elsa held the glass fork in her hand, staring into the distance.

"I have to find Jessica."