She saw that girl at the breakfast buffet the next morning. The redhead was piling scrambled eggs onto her plate when Elsa walked in. Immediately, the blonde felt like the temperature had dropped into the single digits. She took a step forward and stepped, blood racing through her temples. Come on, Elsa. You can do it. Just apologize. You know how to apologize. She took a few steps closer. Anna was now picking up some sausage. A simple 'sorry' isn't the problem. It's talking to her. What if I mess up? What if I made a bad impression? Another voice in her head countered grimly, You've already made a bad first impression. How much worse can it get? Elsa swallowed, mustering up what dwindling courage she had left and walked to the ice cream counter. "Chocolate sauce on your eggs?"

Teal eyes whipped towards her and for a second, Elsa thought she would drown in the sea of those irises. Either that, or drown in her anxiety. Whichever happened first. "Yeah, it's the best. Don't knock it 'til you've tried it." Anna said cheerfully, surprised at the appearance of the blonde from the day prior.

"No, chocolate is… um…." Elsa took a deep breath. "I'm sorry about what happened yesterday. I shouldn't have been so rude."

"Oh, don't worry about that. It was my fault to begin with! I should really watch where I'm going because I tend to get distracted easily and well, as you can see – me and chocolate." Anna gestured towards the syrup dispenser before she realized she was rambling. "I'm sorry, I tend to ramble a lot when I'm nervous because well, I'm nervous and you're like… gorgeous." Wait, what? She flushed and promptly shut her mouth.

Elsa brought a hand up to her mouth, partially hoping that she could hide her blush and didn't bother to suppress the chuckle that bubbled to the surface. "Thank you. You're very beautiful yourself." You did not just say that. You didn't mean to say that. Perfect, she's going to run away.

To the blonde's astonishment, the redhead grinned in response. "You're welcome… I mean, thank you." She cleared her throat. "We got off the wrong foot yesterday so do you mind if we start over? Hi, I'm Anna." She said, as she moved her plate of food from her right hand to her left before offering a hand.

Elsa stared at the proffered hand and gulped. Just be nice, Elsa. It's just a handshake. Nothing to be afraid of. She can't tell you're a lesbian by touching you. At least I hope not. She took the redhead's hand, marveling at how warm it felt compared to her own. Anna gave a firm squeeze. "Pleased to meet you, Anna. I'm Elsa." When the hand was retracted, Elsa felt a surge of loss, as if something dear had been taken from her. Her heart yearned to recover the warmth but her head buzzed reminders of social norms.

"Are you with anyone?"

"No!" The response was immediate and surprised the both of them. The blonde cleared her throat. "I mean no, I'm not… with anyone." Did she figure it out?

"Great! I mean, not that it's great that you're… I mean, not that there's anything wrong… I mean… why don't you join me for breakfast?" Anna brought a hand up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Oh. That's what she meant. That makes sense. Otherwise she would ask if I was 'seeing' anyone, wouldn't she? Answer her. Stop getting caught up in your thoughts. She's still waiting for an answer. Don't blow it. Breathe. You're doing fine. Just answer, something normal. "I would love to."