"You're gorgeous, you know that?" A note nudged against my hand. I rolled my eyes and smiled, without turning my eyes away from my table.

"You've said that a hundred times by now," I spoke up. I placed a ruler on the paper and drew a straight line. Just a line on a blank piece of paper. I stared at it and it stared back.

Nothing.

"Yeah, but you don't seem to agree," my girlfriend said. I smiled even more. My girlfriend. "And I'm going to tell you that every single day."

I placed my pencil down and turned to my left. Anna, who was sitting beside me with her computer. She was fiddling with this software, drawing some hot chick in mini skirt, holding a machine gun… Wait a minute.

"That looks like me."

"That's because it is."

"I don't even have a mini skirt."

Anna turned to me and smiled, "I like to imagine you do."

I snorted and returned to strategize my battle with work. Me. In a mini skirt. Keep dreaming. "What've you got so far?" She asked.

I slumped against the table, covering my work and pouted at her. "Nothing," I said before hiding my face as well. My face burned as Anna tried to pry my hands away.

"Come on, we've been sitting here for hours now, I've even got you coloured, you've got to have something." The small gaps my hands made revealed her teal eyes and freckled face. They rose as she smiled, revealing her neatly arranged white teeth. She probably had braces during high school. I sat up and pulled her down for a kiss.

It wasn't a long one, it was just a peck on her lips. But god, is her reaction so adorable. She's blushing. Her freckles are less obvious now, but adorable nonetheless. She turned to face the door. I leaned forward for just an inch of her face. Oh god, she's pouting. And blushing. She's pouting and blushing.

"That's cheating, Elsa."

Elsa. It couldn't sound, no, it couldn't feel any more right, hearing her call my name.

Okay, no more games, she has the right to know what you're working on. "Okay, I'll show you what I've got…" I slid my hands to the side. "But don't-"

Before I could even finish my sentence, like an excited puppy, she quickly turned to look at the paper before me, immediately forgetting her embarrassing moment just seconds ago.

"Wow you weren't kidding when you said you got nothing."

"I told you."

"Why not?"

"'Cause I don't have the inspiration in the first place."

"Doodle."

"What?"

"Doodle, it helps."

"For you, it does. Besides, I don't like doodling." Anna raised an eyebrow and brought her head back as if I said two plus two equals five.

And then she smirked, "You're just scared." Me? Scared? "You're a perfectionist so you're scared of letting your mind run wild. You avoid doodling, you're afraid to see your imperfections. You'd rather have a perfect image of a building in your head, do all calculations mentally before writing and drawing them."

She pushed the pencil in my left hand and wrapped her right hand over mine. They're short, thin, smooth, and cold. A comfortable kind of cold. And then she drew a random line over the one I drew before- what the?!

"Anna!" She just simply grinned cheekily.

"Just… relax, and let your hand go. I don't mean let it go, but you know, just do whatever you want. Just let the ideas… flow." She whispered the last word as she drew circles all over my paper.

I couldn't help but notice this urge in me to tear the paper up. To shred it to pieces, to burn it all into ashes. My head throbbed as I watch more lines that made no sense cover my paper. As the seconds tick by, my hold on the pencil tightened and my hand shook more and more. And then I felt the cold hand let go.

"I-I-I'm sorry, Elsa, did I make you feel uncomfortable?" Her eyebrows slanted a little. She quickly withdrew her hands from my forearm to her laps and turned away. "I'm sorry I tend to forget people need their personal space sometimes."

I watched as she shrank back into her timid self. She shuffled her hands between her laps. Do something, Elsa. Show her it's not a problem and you're not scared. You're her girlfriend for the love of god.

I looked at the paper before me and turned to her. "It's not that I don't want the ideas to flow… I just can't." She tilted her head to face me.

"Sure you can," she gave me the brightest smile she could muster. "You're amazing, Elsa, I've seen your work." She said confidently. Why did she have more confident in me than I do?

I returned to staring at my paper. My hands trembled as they neared the paper. And then I felt her lips on the corner of mine.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist, you're adorable when you try." I think you could've melted ice with my face then. "You're thinking too much. Don't think. Just be random."

Be random? "Okay."

I pressed the tip of the wooden pencil onto the paper. Now move, Elsa. And I did. Curved black lines crossed the paper from one end to the other. It looked like a mess and I couldn't help but frown at it. And then she placed her hand on mine again and shaded a section.

"See? This weird thing looks like an otter doesn't it?" It truly did. I was about to retort that I wasn't trying to draw otters, but buildings, but it would've been rude. And I got her point.

I tried to shade the different shapes formed by the lines, creating many odd three-dimensional figures. Some looked weird, some looked awful. But what amazed me was that some actually looked

"Have I ever told you you're amazing?"

She tried to maintain a poker face but failed. "No, but I'd gladly hear it again."

"Anna, you're amazing."

"I told you to put the books you're done reading back on the shelf!" Elsa, stop.

"Which I did!"

"Not in the right order!" No, Elsa, let it go. This is truly the stupidest thing to fight over.

"Does that even matter?! It's not like I'm going to read it again!" But her retorts are just so infuriating.

"No, but it's more organized that way!"

"Then do it yourself!"

"Why are you so childish? Why did I even start dating you?!" I gasped. I didn't mean it.

"I don't know, why did you?!" No, Anna, no. I slipped. I didn't mean it, I swear.

Those were the last words she said before she slammed the door and left the house.

It's the little things that couples fight about, my mother warned me, all the time. It was normal, just calm yourself down, and talk it out when your partner returns. But Anna… she wasn't normal. Anna was a stubborn prick.

But a stubborn prick needed a home anyway, so I waited.

And I waited.

I waited until I remembered. Anna… wasn't just a stubborn prick who needed home. Anna was stubborn to the point she refused to eat for days because her parents kept serving her broccoli. She only started eating when they decided to replace her broccoli with cauliflower. It was truly childish, but that was seven years old Anna. Who knew what an eighteen year old Anna would be like?

Two hours past midnight and the rain poured outside. I jumped when the thunder boomed, echoing into the distance. I was starting to get worried. After putting the books back in order and sitting in the living room for countless hours, I was wondering if she was going to come back after all. Was she truly going to leave me over something so puerile?

My heart dropped at the thought.

Was she the one then?

The one or not the one, we could fight about that later. Anna's safety was more important. I took an umbrella and my keys from the bowl by the entrance. I was about to storm out as I opened the door when the lightning struck and a shadow stood before me.

Anna.

Drenched from head to toe. She looked so tired, like she could collapse at any minute. But she didn't. She took a few steps in and closed the door behind her. Her shoes made squishy sounds with every step. It didn't take long before a puddle formed under her.

And then she sniffed. "I'm sorry, Elsa." She started. My chest tightened. "It's my fault, I should've put them back in order. It was stupid of me to even pick a fight over this, I'm sorry." I didn't care anymore whether she did that anymore, I was just glad to see her back. She was safe and sound.

"I-" I slapped my throat for betraying me. "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have said that, I don't know what overcame me." The next thing I knew, I was in her arms.

Droplets of water fell on me, and I could feel her drenched clothes all over mine. She let out a shaky sigh as I held onto her tightly. "You truly are beautiful, you know that? I'm stubborn, I'm childish, I'm good for nothing, I-I'm" she whispered. "I love you." I heard her choke.

"Elsa? Why are we dating?" She asked.

I rubbed my nose against her neck. The smell of rain was so strong I almost missed it. But Anna was there. It was just hours ago when I last saw her, but I never thought I'd miss it so bad.

"Because I love you, too."

"Your paper is blank again, angel."

"I know…"

"Doodle."

"Bu- Anna!" I almost screamed. She didn't even let me finish. With colour pencils in her hands, she leaned over my shoulders and drew a bunch of colourful lines all over my work. Oh god, no.

"Don't be scared, Elsa. You were scouted, trust your abilities. Trust your instincts."

"I… was about to do that myself." I tried. Tried.

"Yeah, right," she scoffed. "I dare you to do that on another blank sheet of paper."

"Okay," I tore the colourful piece off, revealing a white blank sheet. And then my hands stopped moving. "I can't." I admitted.

"Trust yourself, Elsa." She pulled the chair out and sat beside me. She rested her head on the table and watched my trepidations as a result of my internal war. I flicked my pencil on the edge, drawing a fading line and repeated it. "That's it, just let it go." She encouraged.

For some reason, hearing her voice was encouraging. I could feel the tension in me fall. My muscles relaxed as I drew more lines, eventually sketching for myself randomly designed buildings. I smiled to myself.

"Thank you, Anna."

"Drink it, Elsa! You'll love it, I know it!" She screamed over the speakers. The lights flashing made it difficult to see, so I leaned against the wall to avoid crashing into people.

"No," I shook my head. You never know what was in these drinks, who knows, someone might have spiked them.

"Don't worry, it's your party, what could happen?" She shouted while jumping around a good meter away from me.

"I thought you're a waltz person?"

"Yeah, but jumping's pretty fun too!" I somehow managed to catch. "Besides, everyone's doing it, come on! Lighten up! You'll never make friends like this!"

"Come on, Elsa, you just got promoted, drink it…" She closed the distance between us. "For me? Please?" Oh god, how could I resist those puppy eyes?

I rolled my eyes but brought the glass to my lips anyway. Anna let out a loud 'wooooo' as I gulped down whatever alcohol was mixed in my drink. At least she personally brought me this glass, so I should be safe, right?

Wrong. So wrong.

Thirty minutes later, I sat by the toilet bowl. The lines of the tiles on the wall danced in my vision and I immediately bent over to puke again. Anna was stroking my back and muttering her apologies. Her hands were warm, and it brought comfort to the hell I was going through.

"I'm sorry, Elsa, I'm so sorry, the bartender said he enjoyed talking to me while I waited for my drink so he gave me one on the house. I didn't think there was something in it, I'm so, so, so sorry, Elsa, I'm so sorry." Her voice sounded like she was on the verge of tears. Was she crying?

My brain bounced like a basketball in my head as I turned my head to look at her. Her eyes were red, just like her face, and she looked like she was about to cry. Feeling another chunk of dinner rise to my throat, I quickly returned to let it all out. After finally feeling my stomach empty, I pulled myself up. Anna helped me over to the sink where I washed my mouth. Or rather, she did. She was still apologising as she helped me wash my face. I felt so weak I couldn't even move raise my hands to my face or take a step. But leaning onto her shoulders as she did, I nuzzled her neck and gave her a chaste peck.

"It's not your fault." And then I blanked out.

"Are you sure?" She asked, she wrapped her hands around mine, standing almost beside me. Almost. More like hiding. We weren't even in a club, we were in a ball. She wore a black strapless dress that hugged her body, which made it even easier to feel the warmth she was emitting. Not the comfortable sort. Her heart was beating so hard her breathing wasn't even.

"Definitely."

"Super ultra sure?" I pursed my lips. It was difficult to watch as she feared what she loved doing best. "Super ultra mega duper sure?" As adorable as she was with her words, it needed to stop.

"Come on, take a deep breath now," I nudged her. "You said I need to lighten up? I say you need to, too. If you make friends with my boss, I'll make a new friend, okay?"

She peeked shyly over my shoulder. God, she's too adorable. I gave her a light peck on her forehead, earning myself a giggle which brought warmth to my heart.

"Dork," I said.

She giggled even more. "Your dork."

"Come on," I repeated. "Mr. Mark is waiting." I pulled her along to meet my employer.

I tapped the man on his back and greeted, "Hi, Mr. Mark."

"Hey Elsa! I was just looking for you- oh, who is this?"

"This is my partner Anna." Timidly, she stood out from behind me and raised a hand.

"Hello Anna," He shook the hand. "So for how long have you two been together?"

"Hello, Mr. Mark. We've been together for two years now, sir."

"No need to be so formal with me, have a drink." He gestured to the butler to hand over a glass of wine.

She turned to look at me and back at the glass, expecting some sort of approval. I gave her a reassuring nod and with her shaky hands, she stretched out and wrapped her hands around the wine glass and timidly brought it to her lips. But she didn't drink it. I tipped the glass further, forcing her to take a sip.

She glared at me and I gave her a peck on the cheek again.

"See, it's alright. Not everybody's out to hurt us." She gave a meek nod.

"So Ms. Anna, how did you meet Elsa?"

And then she smiled. The brightest smile I had ever seen. One that made me proud of her and myself. One that made my heart flutter.

"We met at in university. She was the most stunning girl I had ever seen! And then she came to me and told me about you and then…"

"You're not keeping your end of the deal," Anna said, crossing her arms.

I raised an eyebrow and frowned. Did we ever make one?

"The deal!" What deal? She then tried pulling me away from the table, which I refused to let go of.

"Oh come on! You said you'd make a friend!"

"Oh." That deal.

"Don't 'oh', me, you said you'd make a friend!"

"Why're you so excited about me making a new friend? Besides, doesn't my employer count?"

"No, it doesn't count! You've got to make new friends, Elsa! I can't be the only friend you have, even I don't count, I'm your girlfriend!" She then let go of me and covered her mouth but a squeak escaped her lips.

"Two years and you're still not used to calling me your girlfriend?" I smirked at her. Your adorableness is too much it had to be illegal. Her skin flushed and she blew a raspberry at me. "Anna, you're nineteen." I deadpanned.

"You're really sexy when you do that, you know that?" What? She climbed onto me and took off my reading glasses. "I love it when you have your glasses on…" She said before pulling me into a kiss. Things were getting heated and then she immediately pulled away.

"Okay, now are you going to make a friend?" She said with a glare. Are we doing this, really?! I pouted at her. "Don't give me that look, Elsa, you need a social life."

"Why?"

"Because it's not healthy to live in total isolation!-"

"I have Hans and Kristoff."

"No, they don't count, they're my friends as well! They would be-"

"Okay, then Ola-"

"Don't even think about him. What if I die?! We both know you wouldn't seek-" I slapped my hand over her mouth. And then I raised another hand to cover mine.

It was only a minute later, when I started gasping that I realized that I hadn't breathed. And then my body finally felt her breath on my palm.

"Don't say that, Anna." I tried to say, but my voice betrayed me. A life without Anna, I couldn't imagine it.

But a life alone, she knew, was even worse.

"I'll open up to someone, I promise."

With my hand still over her mouth, she carefully nodded.

"Hurry, hurry!" my girlfriend called as she pulled my hand, running, no, bouncing on the sand. With every hop she took, she kicked more and more sand into my sandals. I tried to shake them with every step I take to catch up, but she wouldn't give me the time.

"Wait up, Anna!" I tried to slow her down. My heart was in my throat, waiting for me to open my mouth wide enough for it to jump out. Was this how I die? By my lover's hands? Romantic.

"Okay, okay, we're here." She let go of my hand. I could hear her panting, so I reached out into whatever there was out there before me and tried to find her, which stopped as soon as I knocked into something… something wooden.

"…Anna?"

"Yes, Elsa?" I could practically hear her grinning from ear to ear, still panting.

"May I take off the blindfold now?"

"Nononono! Give me a minute to catch my breath!" I took the minute to catch mine as well.

She then pulled me to take a few steps to my right, and then music started playing. It wasn't from a radio or speakers, it was a guitar, and a ukulele.

A few seconds later, I heard Anna take a deep breath and sigh, before whispering an 'okay'. She took off my blindfolds and before I had enough time to take in my surroundings, she went down on her knee.

It was the most out of the world sensation ever. I heard all that she said, but I didn't know what they were, something about summer, beach, sunset, beautiful, drop-dead gorgeous, and love of her life. For some reason my mind wouldn't even processes these words. My body stopped responding. I couldn't breathe.

And as a tear rolled down my cheeks, she took out a ring and asked, "Will you marry me?"

"Yes," I whispered hoping to god she heard me so I wouldn't have to repeat it. Her eyes widened in shock, was there really anything to be shocked about? She was about to get up when I couldn't resist it and tackled her to the ground. Her sand coated hands wrapped around my back.

"Yes, Anna, yes."

I think I heard Kristoff, Hans, my brother and Anderson laughing and clapping around us but I didn't care. The laughter of my wife-to-be was all I cared to hear. The sandy beach was so hot it almost stung, but it didn't matter. The heat from my chest burned stronger.

It was the ten minutes before the marriage when I found myself panicking. So many questions ran through my mind. Was the band ready? Has she checked that their instruments and players were ready? Was the food edible? Was there any trouble in the kitchen? Was Olaf out there entertaining the guests? Was he spouting nonsense about our childhood to Mr. Mark? Where was Kristoff and Hans? Did they get too drunk the previous night? What if they got a hangover? What if they screwed it all up? And then the biggest question that blinked like the signs in Las Vegas:

Was she truly the one?

"Elsa, it's your cue, are you ready?!" My father asked.

I was too scared I couldn't reply.

He came over and took my shaking hands and smiled at me through the mirror. "Just a while ago, you were just the size of your head." He said, wiping a tear from his eye. "And now you're getting married." He choked.

I was about to say something when he brought his hand up to stop me. "Don't worry, Elsa, she'll treat you very well, I know it."

How did he know?

How was he so sure of this?

How could he be any surer of this than me?

All of those thoughts flew out the window when I took my first step down the aisle. Through the veil, I saw. There she was, in a suit like she said she would be in. She looked stunning. Her chest was still visible, which meant she didn't bind them like we agreed. I would've hated it if she wasn't comfortable during our wedding. Before I knew it, my father had let go of my hand and I was standing beside her before the priest.

Our eyes met, but we didn't say anything. She looked like she was perspiring, was she just as afraid as I was? Or did the suit not fit? I hoped it did.

She tucked onto her collar and coughed as if to say something. Her face was beet red, and her eyes wouldn't stop darting everywhere. She pursed her lips and gulped. And then I knew: she was just as nervous.

And just like the countless times we practiced, we said our vows as we put on our rings for each other. I didn't even remember what I said or practiced, I didn't even know what Anna said, but from her facial expression, I knew she was going to be true to them. And that was enough for me.

Love is an amazing thing. Who would've thought that it would change me so much? Just ten minutes ago I had thoughts of running away, made plans to escape through the windows, or drains. But the moment I saw her face, that priceless smile on her face. The one that made my heart race, the one that makes me want to cry, the one that washes all my worries away.

She is the one.

Just like she meant every word she said, I etched her smile into my mind as a reminder that I would always be true to mine.

After what felt like forever, the question we had all been waiting for. The one we had seen and heard so many times on the television. The one we read so many times in romantic novels and comic books. The question we had been waiting our entire lives. With our hands held together, we eagerly said at the same time:

"I do."