Anna barely slept that night. Thoughts about Elsa kept ravaging her mind, and not good ones either. She was caught up in the pain the girl must be in, must have gone through. Her father saved her life at the cost of his own.

Did Elsa have survivor's guilt?

The strawberry blonde was no expert on these things, not by a long shot. She regretted that Google search with every fiber of her being. Why was I so nosy? Why can't I just keep to myself?

In the early hours of the morning, Anna was finally brought sleep. It only approached when she placated her struggling mind by telling herself she'd make a surprise visit to Elsa's house the next day. After all, I can just tell her mother we are friends. She doesn't have to know about the dates.

After getting only a few hours of shut-eye, the red head was up for the day. She felt little better than she had the previous night and went on to shower and brush her teeth. She was so lost in what she'd say to Elsa that she forgot to eat before she left.

She pulled up to the familiar mansion, leaving her car parked by the curb in front of it. The walk to the front door seemed significantly longer than it had each other time, the world would not sit still.

A ring of the doorbell came after reaching her hand out, pulling away, mentally preparing herself, and reaching out once more. Anna still had no idea what she'd say.

The door opened. A confused Elsa was standing there, her brow furrowed. Her eyes had gone wide and the oh so adorable coloration had taken on new heights in her cheeks. She glanced behind Anna, forehead creased with concern. "A-Anna?"

It took multiple seconds, but the strawberry blonde caught on that she had to explain showing up un-announced. Her brain was swimming with excuses. She could play it lightly, be goofy like normal, or she could tell Elsa why she had to come. She didn't know, so she let her tongue thoughtlessly blurb. "Elsa! I just- well, last night I- and then, now I'm here." She let out a nervous chuckle.

The platinum blonde looked dumbstruck. She obviously had no idea what her friend-date-crush was talking about.

"Err, uh, can I come in?"

Those sky blue eyes took one more glance behind Anna. The red head traced the line of sight, checking behind herself. There was no car in the driveway, but her mind didn't feel like processing anything. There were butterflies eating butterflies riding butterflies in her stomach, her heart was pounding furiously. Elsa nodded, still in shock.

"Thanks." Anna stepped in, the door shut behind her.

Elsa was looking almost anywhere but Anna. She was clearly still searching for an answer, and was struggling to begin talking. She did speak after several long, awkward moments. "Why are you here?"

Anna deflected. "This place is so nice!" Her brain really wasn't ready to face this.

She looked at her rich friend after gesturing to the house in general. Elsa was staring at the ground, unable to make eye contact. She really deserves an explanation, it's not fair for me to make her uncomfortable in her own home.

"I..." Anna chewed her lower lip. As she started speaking again, she let out a nervous chuckle and tucked some hair behind her ear. "Well, I wanted to see you." That's at least half of the truth.

Elsa still looked uncomfortable, but she had that little, silly grin on her face now. She kept her eyes on the ground, but her hands unconsciously found their way to her braid. "Oh."

Anna was finally starting to regain her bearings. Her insides were calming down just enough. "So, uh, do you wanna show me around your house?"

Without making eye contact, the shy girl gripped tighter on her hair and whispered more to herself "okay."

And she did. She didn't talk much, but rather would lead Anna into a room and grin dumbly as the red head made a scene out of every little awesome detail. Anna was loud, laughing, she even forgot about what truly drove her to visit in the first place.

She was hanging out with Elsa.

At her house.

It made her feel all fuzzy and wiggly inside. She felt like a gigantic noodle.

The tour lasted about thirty minutes of "ooh, that's so cool!" and "whoa, look at that." It was fun and distracting. Plus, being near Elsa was enjoyable enough on its own.

Anna didn't realize how much time had flown by. It was fluidly mending, streaming by at supersonic speeds. Before she knew it, it was the early afternoon and her stomach was akin to a shriveled up prune.

A loud gurgle escaped the organ and Anna patted it with both hands. She giggled and looked at Elsa, who seemed adequately amused by the display of hunger. "I'm sorry, I didn't have breakfast, do you think I could have something here?"

Elsa kicked the ground a little. "We, uh, out to lunch?" She was barely talking when she spoke.

Smiling brightly, Anna chirped "it's a date!"

The shy girl just smiled at the ground with heat radiating from her cheeks.

Anna drove since Elsa didn't have a car. They went to a local sandwich shop, where Anna ordered a meal piled high with every ingredient possible. To her dismay, Elsa did not order. "I'm not hungry," she had said.

When it was time to pay, Elsa said nothing, but instead quickly pushed money into the man's hands, not giving Anna a chance to pay for herself. The platinum blonde was blushing up a storm, her eyes on the counter, an embarrassed smile on her face. This girl is too cute.

Grabbing her sandwich with her lips stretched wide, Anna sang out "thank you, Elsa." They found a seat and Anna began to stuff her face. She got about halfway through the sandwich when her stomach started complaining that it was simply too full, and pushed the rest away.

"Do you want some?"

"No thank you."

"Are you sure? It's really good."

"I'm okay. Thanks." That was the end of it, Elsa was adamant in her decision not to eat. She always is. Anna nibbled her lower lip for a moment but swallowed the concern.

They finished up a little passed three in the afternoon and drove back to Elsa's house. Anna took the liberty of grabbing the girl's hands in her own while she drove. The skin was so soft, expertly woven silk, and it was so cautious, grabbing tighter every few minutes.

"I still want to hear you sing." Anna chose just as she parked her car to state this. She had parked on the curb where she was before.

Elsa turned her head away, the hand slipping away from Anna's to take its place at her hair. She seemed conflicted. Nervous, scared, and also like she really wanted to sing for Anna.

With a gentle voice, Anna spoke. "It's okay if you don't want to sing for me, but I'm sure your voice is almost as beautiful as you are."

The car seemed to heat up twenty degrees, it was suddenly hot, Elsa must have been as red as a beat. "Okay." So quiet was the voice that Anna thought it was in her head at first.

"Okay as in you'll sing?" The red head's eyes widened in surprise and excitement, her lips stretching from ear to ear. Her heart fluttered.

"Yes."

Anna bounced out of her seat, nearly hitting her head on the car's roof. "Yay!" She squealed, her fists pumping in the air, accenting her excitement.

The platinum blonde got out of the car, gaze never leaving her own feet. Elated, Anna followed her inside.

It seemed as though Elsa was about to go upstairs, but she stopped dead at the first stair. She turned around and looked at Anna. "Down here."

With a stupid smile, the strawberry blonde nodded like a woodpecker and popped a squat on the nearest chair.

Elsa stood in the middle of the room, eyes closed, head tilted towards the earth. She seemed to be focusing, so Anna bit down the excitement coursing through her like electricity.

After several long minutes, the platinum blonde took a deep breath and slowly let it seep back out. Then, it happened.

"Don't let them in

Don't them them see

Be the good girl you always have to be"

Anna was entranced. Elsa's voice was soft, melodic, wavering from nervousness. The girl was shaking in spot, her breaths were uneasy, but her notes were getting clearer as she got lost in her song.

"Conceal, don't feel

Don't let them know

Well now they know"

The strawberry blonde was completely lost now, Elsa's voice was beautiful, ringing through the house, notes being hit perfectly. She was skilled, it was pleasing to listen to. Her voice was as pure as diamond, rolling with ease into Anna's ears.

"Let it go

Let it go

Can't hold it back anymore

Let it go

Let it go

Turn away and slam the door!"

Elsa was starting to get lost in her talent. Her eyes were closed, her mouth smiling, dancing ever so slightly as she sang. It was a beautiful sight.

"I don't care

What they're going to say

Let the storm rage on

The cold never bothered my anyway."

All too soon, it was over. Elsa stopped and opened her eyes. She had apparently forgotten Anna was there, because her cheeks went rosy red and she looked at the ground, but kept the smile. "Elsa! That was amazing!"

"Thank you."

"Did you write that song!?"

The platinum blonde just nodded. "I wrote it for when I feel, um..." She let her voice trail off and look around uncomfortably.

"When you have to let off steam?"

Elsa gave a shy smile and nodded.

"Well, it was beautiful, I'll bet your mom loves to listen to you sing." No! Don't let it slip that you know, not now! Use 'parents' or something!

Luckily, Elsa didn't seem to notice. Instead, her smile turned sad, and her eyes began to glimmer under the light. "She doesn't know I still sing. I used to sing for her and my dad, they loved to listen."

Anna felt her heart break in two. This was too sad, she felt her nose growing hot and eyes misting over. "Well, you're the best singer I've ever heard, and that's saying something."

The compliment seemed to do its job and distract Elsa from the memories that were undoubtedly about her late father. "Thanks."

The two hung out for several more hours, Anna would talk loudly and Elsa would listen, smile, and blush. Occasionally, the shy girl would say something, but it was fairly rare. It was a good day.

A car made itself known through the roar of its engine out front, then was cut off. Elsa looked panicked, like a deer in headlights. "You, uh, you should go. Out the back."

The strawberry blonde just figured it was for fear of Elsa's mother finding out about the girl's sexuality, so she didn't question it. Instead, she bid her friend-crush goodbye. "I'll see you Monday, okay?"

Holding the back door open for Anna, the platinum blonde smiled and nodded. Anna gave the girl one last grin and took her leave, heart sailing in the clouds. She snuck around the house to her car and drove home.

Monday arrived after a long Sunday of worrying on Anna's part. She never told Elsa why she visited and still needed to address the issue. But it was Monday morning now, she'd see the girl in a few minutes.

Anna waited at school in their normal spot, waiting for that silvery ponytail to trot through the doors. After a little while of waiting, it did.

"Hey, Elsa!"

The platinum blonde looked up, grinned, and walked towards her crush.

"I have something to tell you." The strawberry blonde felt herself already starting to choke on the butterflies ravaging her stomach. Her voice and face were serious.

Elsa's face creased with worry, she twitched as if she momentarily considered running.

"I didn't tell you the whole truth when I came over Saturday." Without letting herself gauge the hurt look from Elsa or think about anything at all, Anna continued, talking fast now. "I Googled you and found out about your dad and Elsa I'm so sorry- I'm too nosy I know, but I'm so sorry about what happened and really want you to know that I'm here for you." She paused to take a breath. "I'm right here if you need someone to talk to about how you feel, I know it was a long time ago but- well, I lost my mom, I know the pain stays inside of you. So just, so, I'm here for you."

Elsa's eyes were dribbling tears down her cheeks, face no longer looking at the floor, but rather directly into Anna's eyes, like they were analyzing her soul. Anna felt a pang of guilt, a cloud of panic that she did the wrong thing.

But then Elsa did something unexpected. She lunged forward and gripped around Anna tightly. She squeezed hard, as hard as she could, it seemed. It choked the wind out of Anna's lungs, but she didn't care. Elsa was hugging her. It was warm and comforting and sudden and crazy all at once.

All Anna could think about was the girl in her arms, the girl now crying onto her shoulder, the girl heaving out sobs. The girl was so tender, so delicate and no one knew. No one knew about her pain. No one but Anna, who had now lent a helping hand.

So the red head patted Elsa's back and whispered into her ear. "It's okay, I've got you. It's okay, Elsa."

And after a long while of crying, without pulling away, Elsa choked up "thank you."

A/N: There is certainly much more to learn about the mystery girl so stay tuned! I

know, I know, using "Let it Go" was kinda cheesy but it actually fits very well in the story, and that will be farther shown later on.

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