Elsa was sitting on one chair around the dining table, filling out a research paper that needed to be submitted by the end of the week while taking a sip of her coffee. She was confident that she could finish on time, but the redhead sitting across kept being a distraction.

"What?" Elsa finally asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You look so serious. Is that important?" Anna leaned closer to the table and eyed Elsa's papers suspiciously. She cringed. "Ugh. Too many words."

"It is a research paper." Elsa flipped through the pages again.

"Just draw something! A picture will always be worth more than a thousand words!"

"Not everyone is an artist like you, Anna. We don't do things the same way you do," Elsa explained while scribbling on her notes.

"How long are you going to do that?" Anna asked, ignoring Elsa's words.

"I don't know. I need to submit it by the end of this week."

Multitasking wasn't as difficult as it used to be, considering how long Elsa had known Anna. The redhead would always talk to her whether they were doing something or not; it wasn't something new. Growing up with Anna was enough to train her how to do multiple things at once.

"Don't you have other things to do?" Elsa asked when she noticed that Anna was just staring at her.

"I'm done." Anna shrugged and Elsa's jaw dropped. "It was just a one-minute animation, and you know how I'm used to drawing. I finished it yesterday."

"I see." Elsa nodded, impressed.

"Sooooo..." Anna bit her lower lip.

"What?"

"I was wondering if you thought about what I said."

"About what?"

"About dating," Anna bluntly stated. Elsa's hand stiffened, and she did her best not to run. Anna didn't ask her about it for a few days and honestly thought the girl already forgot about it. Guess not, she sighed inwardly.

Anna noticed how Elsa pressed her lips together. Throughout the years of being friends, she knew that it was a habit of the blonde whenever she would think about something really deep or stop herself from saying something. Based on the situation right now, it could be any of those two. Maybe even both. She couldn't understand why it was such a big deal. They were practically sisters; there was no need to be shy about each other!

"Here. I made a list of do's and don'ts when it comes to us dating... if you ever agree." Anna picked the paper she settled on the chair beside her and placed it in front of the blonde.

This picked Elsa's curiosity. It wasn't always that Anna planned things ahead. Preparing a list proved that she must have seriously thought this over. Although Elsa was still against the idea, she couldn't deny that this was definitely something new. For her, Anna had always been a 'go with the flow' kind of girl. She wasn't one for writing rules, let alone following them.

"Do... pet names?" Elsa felt her eyebrows twitched after reading the first rule.

"When you're in a relationship, the first thing to change is the way you call each other." Anna raised her index finger for emphasis. "It gives people the idea that you're officially together with someone and that you're off limits. It also gives your partner this special feeling of sweet possessiveness."

"But isn't that uncomfortable? If you're not used to being called something else aside from your name, wouldn't that be awkward?"

"True, but you'll get used to it over time. Besides, wouldn't you want to flaunt your girl to everyone? If you love her, you shouldn't be ashamed of her!"

It was taking every molecule of Elsa's being not to say anything. She wasn't ashamed of Anna at all. If only she could call the redhead hers officially in front of everyone, she'd do it. But if that was ever going to happen, she wanted it to be a real relationship, not some pretend.

"Don't... flirt with someone else." Elsa gave an affirmative sound because that was definitely something people shouldn't do while in a relationship. "How exactly am I going to be confident - as you'd like to put it - if I don't?"

"That's what you have me for! You're going to practice on me. I know you, Elsa. You can barely talk to strangers, let alone flirt with them!"

"So I'm going to flirt with you," Elsa said flatly.

"Yup! If you can't do it with me, you can't do it with someone else!"

If only she was just a friend, maybe it could work. The problem was that flirting with her was one of Elsa's biggest fantasies, but she never imagined it to happen because of something like this! She was almost sure she had a bigger chance when flirting with a stranger than with the love of her life!

"B-But, Anna! Flirting with you... I-It's weird?"

"Excuse me?!" Anna's eyes widened, pressing a hand against her chest in mock hurt. "Well, I'm sorry if I don't fit your ideal woman!"

"T-That's not it! I mean, w-we grew up together, Anna! That will be weird!"

"How come? Many childhood friends flirt with each other because they're that close. I know some who even became couples." Anna cocked her head. "It's not weird."

Elsa's breath caught on the back of her throat. She's talking about straight couples, she repeated inside her head. Deciding to give herself a break from the embarrassing topic, Elsa looked at the paper again. "Don't talk back because your partner is always right."

This had Elsa raising an eyebrow.

"A woman doesn't like it when they're being talked back on. When in a heated argument, they like it when their partner listens and don't fight back," Anna explained.

"What if she's wrong?"

"Elsa, women are always right."

"Maybe you forgot, but I'm a woman too. If by any chance, my partner is wrong and is trying to say that she's right,—" like what you're doing now. "—naturally, I want to correct her."

"A lot of girls prefer it if you don't. At least not when they're angry." Anna shrugged. "You can try to talk, but if she's mad, don't ever try to explain anything. She. Won't. Listen."

Don't I know it, Elsa shot back in her head. Anna had never listened to anyone when she was angry. Although it was rare for the redhead to get mad at her, it wasn't ideal when it did happen. It was actually because of an argument that Elsa realized her feelings for the girl.

"Do... k-kiss... often..." Heat slowly crept up Elsa's cheeks as images of her and Anna kissing flashed before her eyes.

"I think that's self-explanatory. If we're going out, we have to kiss, right?"

"Anna! You're basically asking me to kiss you! US! KISSING!"

"I'm aware, Elsa. I wrote that."

"T-That's... You have to be kidding me! How can you write something like this?!" Elsa gestured to the paper and stared at it in horror.

"You can't flirt, so that means you can't kiss too, right? I was the one who suggested this, and I'm well aware of it. The more realistic we act, the more you'll get used to it and get more confident over time." Anna settled her arms on top of the table with a huge grin on her face, satisfied with her own explanation.

Elsa was rendered speechless not by Anna's words but basically because she was still thinking about kissing Anna. Though, she was also aware of her own... inexperience when it came to kissing. She has no idea what to do or how to kiss someone. Every time she tried to imagine, it was always Anna with her inside her mind. Elsa couldn't finish the fantasy before dissolving into a pile of mush.

"Besides, you can't kiss someone unless you're comfortable around that person." Anna pointed out gently, the wide grin from before reducing into a gentle smile. "You are comfortable around me, right?"

"Y-Yeah." It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't completely true either. Elsa was comfortable around Anna when they weren't talking about love life. If the conversation led to that direction...

"If you're still worried, you can change any of those or add your own rule."

The last thing Anna wanted to do was to make Elsa feel uncomfortable around her. She admitted that kissing Elsa would definitely be out of the ordinary, but she wouldn't go as far as to call it weird. She preferred the term 'different' because, for her, Elsa wasn't weird. Besides, she was already comfortable around Elsa. Kissing her wouldn't be a problem. Not at all.

"But once you do..." Anna started carefully and waited until Elsa's eyes looked directly at her again. "It means you agree to all this. Us. Dating."

A lump lodged in Elsa's throat. It was a miracle that her body wasn't trembling when she can feel her nerves going haywire. Even though she hadn't been in any relationship before, she wouldn't deny that these were things that could possibly be real. Still, the idea of dating Anna because the redhead thought she was afraid of dating was absurd. She knew that whatever excuse she would come up with, Anna would simply ignore them. Even if she admitted that she had someone she liked, Anna would ask about said girl and will even go so far as to be a bridge for them.

Unless Elsa admitted that she was in love with her.

Swallowing thickly, Elsa picked up her pen and scanned the paper again. The side of Anna's lips twitched. That very action alone was enough to tell her that Elsa agreed. The only thing left was for Elsa to write the corrections or write a new rule. A subtle blush appeared on Elsa's apple cheeks and it was the most wonderful shade of pink she had ever seen by far.

After a few minutes of Elsa having a serious staring contest with what she wrote on the paper, she reluctantly offered it back to Anna. Anna slowly and carefully took the paper back and immediately looked for any corrections. There was none.

But there was one additional rule.

Rule #5: Don't fall in love.

Anna couldn't understand how to react. Elsa was blushing in front of her with her face screaming worried. Not to mention, this rule. Anna couldn't fight back her own giggle fits, feeling her heart swell when Elsa's cheeks reddened in a significant shade. This particular Elsa was simply adorable that she couldn't help adoring her.

"I don't think you have to worry about that," Anna promised.

The thought of her falling for Elsa was ridiculous. She admitted that Elsa was beautiful and the most wonderful person she'd ever met, but she had never thought of falling in love with her. That would be a huge struggle. Falling for her best friend and living under the same roof? Unless Elsa would fall for me too, that just sounds like pure torture, she thought to herself.