"Everything is fine?!" Elsa shouted. "No one ever says that when everything is fine."

Pity shone from the eyes of the man across from her. He was a stockily build blond, wearing a t-shirt advertising some band that had been giving away free shirts in this very bar a few years ago. They were sitting together at a table in a poorly lit but moderately crowded bar. As soon as Elsa's date had ended, she had texted her friend and he'd rushed over to see her. "Kristoff," Elsa implored, "What did I do? Is it because of how I acted about how sheltered she was? Was I just a total bitch? I didn't mean to be. I have no idea what happened, we were having a great time, watching some weird cartoon, I made a move, she seemed to be super into it, and then she just shut down."

"Did she seem offended when you were criticizing her upbringing?" he asked.

"I wouldn't call it criticizing her upbringing."

"Then what would you call it?"

"Okay, fine, but no she didn't seem offended. She just seemed confused. Why do I always say the wrong thing?"

"Well you two hung out for a while after that, right? Is there something else it could have been? Maybe you were just moving too fast for her?" he took a swig of his beer.

"Nothing I can think of. Maybe I didn't like her cartoon enough?"

"That has to be it. Nothing pisses off a girl more than not liking her cartoon."

"You are so wise, oh great love expert. Wait, you are joking, right? That's not it?"

"Yes, I'm joking. How the hell are you so bad at girls? Did you forget you are one?"

"Shit, I am? No one ever told me. Girls are fucking complicated, okay? Bi girls especially," Elsa sighed, smashing her head into the table.

Kristoff patted her head half-heartedly, "Maybe that's the problem. You think of bi girls and straight girls as a completely different species from you. Isn't that exactly what happened with Rapunzel?"

"What did you just say?" Elsa glared, slowly raising her head from the table.

"Right, right, don't mention the R-name, but Elsa, you always do this. You find a girl you like, and you over analyze everything, convinced that she's seeing things completely differently than you are. You like this girl, right?"

"Yes."

"And she likes you?"

"Well, I thought she did."

"Then why don't you talk to her? Ask her what happened."

"I did! She said nothing was wrong."

"Then give her some time to think about it. It's not like you're Ms Shares-her-emotions-alot yourself," the two cringed at Kristoff's dumb name, "I'm gonna go grab us another round."

Elsa picked at the hot wings before her, glancing around the bar. There were several women that were absolutely her type, and judging by their fingernails, she was likely theirs, but all she could think about was Anna.

One of the women approached her table. Apparently Elsa was a good judge of character. "Hey, I hadn't seen you in here in a while," the girl said, sitting down in the seat Kristoff had vacated less than a minute before.

"Do you normally?" Elsa asked, confused. She hadn't realized she was quite that much of a regular. She tried to recall having ever seen the woman before. She had brown hair almost all the way down to her hips, dark eyes that were almost purple, a mischievous smile, and zero body fat. Elsa was drawing a blank.

The girl looked hurt. "Yeah, I used to see you here all the time. Generally moping with that big blond lug over at the bar. Tough to ever get you alone. My name's Meg, it's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Hi, I'm Elsa," Elsa replied sulkily.

"I see nothing's changed," Meg retorted, "Anything I can do to cheer you up?" she asked with a wink.

"Sorry, I'm taken." At least she hoped she was.

The brunette looked surprised. "Oh, sorry, I didn't realize. You looked like you were dealing with a breakup. Hell, you always look like you're dealing with a breakup. Just figured a night of fun could take both our minds off of our troubles."

Kristoff returned to the table, coming to Elsa's rescue. "Sorry, we're kinda busy, you can try to get in her pants later. Er, dress, Elsa since when the hell do you wear dresses?" he continued, ignoring Meg, finally noticing what Elsa was wearing.

"I wear dresses all the time! I look awesome in dresses!" Elsa shouted, way too loudly, attracting the attention of several other patrons.

"I can't think of the last time I saw you in a dress. Or makeup, for that matter. I mean, it's a good look, don't get me wrong, you're pulling it off damn well," Kristoff eyed her appreciatively, "But it's definitely a change."

"Huh, he's right, I have definitely not seen you in a dress before," Meg agreed, scooting over to allow Kristoff to reclaim his seat. He sat down, eyeing Meg suspiciously.

"Why are you two ganging up on me? Just because I don't wear them all the time doesn't mean I don't wear them. I just only wear them if I'm up for doing makeup and most of the time that's just way too much work. I devote all of my time to studying. I have almost my entire life. Excuse me for not wanting to always take the time to look perfect, and also excuse me for the occasional time that I decide I want to look good for someone," Elsa stood up, clearly pissed, and started to walk away from the table.

"Whoa, hold on there, beautiful. How about I just leave you two alone to talk about whatever it was that you were talking about. Sorry, didn't mean to cause any issues," Meg apologized, cutting off Elsa before she could leave.

"No, I need to head home. I have class in the morning," Elsa said curtly, "Good night." She left the bar, leaving behind two very confused people, and an audience of patrons watching her rather dramatic exit.

The next day, Elsa was barely focused during the entirety of her classes. She was hungover, angry, and yet again could not remove a certain redhead from her mind. She found herself snapping at a classmate for asking for a pencil. She knew she was being irrational, but everything was upsetting her. She couldn't believe that she'd let a girl she just met affect her so drastically. She gave the boy a pencil and apologized angrily, glaring daggers at the blackboard.

On the way to her next class, she thought she saw two red pigtails cross her path, but when she looked, the figure was swallowed up by a passing pack of frat boys. Elsa grumbled to herself and continued on, arriving at her next class just in time. She then proceeded to glare at the whiteboard. It was a substantial change from glaring at the blackboard of the previous class. Her phone buzzed. She glared at it instead. It wasn't from Anna, her glare intensified. The text was from Kristoff, "I'm sorry about yesterday. I was just teasing you. You know you're my best friend and I love you. I'm going on lunch in thirty minutes, will you join me? My treat." He wasn't terribly close by, but she had two hours until her next class.

"Okay, I guess. Usual place, you know what I want," she replied, glaring slightly less angrily at her phone.

After class, she walked to her car, and drove to their favorite diner. It was a fifties style restaurant, with tacky memorabilia adorning everything, jukeboxes at every booth, and the best burgers in the world. One of these burgers was already waiting for her across from the large blond man who was covered in bits of plaster, along with a side of curly fries and a chocolate milk shake. She sat down, attempting to maintain her anger, but unable to after a bite of the mouth watering burger. "Forgive me?" Kristoff asked, with a goofy grin on his face.

"I suppose," Elsa allowed, dipping a fry in her shake. She paused, "I'm sorry for freaking out at you last night. Anna just has me so fucking crazy. I don't even know what I'm doing, I can't stop thinking about her."

"That's called love."

"Take that the fuck back!" Elsa said, starting to look angry again.

"Okay, sorry. That's called infatuation," he allowed. "However as I am only a love expert, and not an infatuation expert, I guess I can't help you then."

"It damn well better not be love," she sighed. "I barely know this girl. She's just so perfect."

"Maybe it's destiny."

"Maybe it's Maybelline," they both chuckled at the terrible joke. "So, Mr. Love Expert, why aren't you dating anyone? It's been almost two years since you last introduced me to a girl. What happened?"

"Unfortunately I'm only an expert at other people's love. I don't know, I'm sure I'll find someone, I'm not really looking right now."

"Why not?" Elsa asked, finally relaxed again, shoving more french fries into her face.

"Promise not to laugh?"

"I'll try."

"Fine, I might be up for promotion. Right now work basically has to be my life. If I get this, then everything will be better, I can finally pay off my car, I won't have to worry anymore."

Elsa started to feel bad about letting him pay for her food. "I didn't even know there were promotions in construction," she admitted.

"Believe it or not, Elsa, not everything is doctors. There are real jobs and real career paths that don't require college at all," Kristoff retorted, looking a little hurt.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I know you have a good job, and I'm proud of you. I was pretty convinced you were going to just end up on the street or dead when we were kids. Hell, you're way ahead of me, it's years before I can even start my career."

His expression softened. "Thanks. Honestly me too, and it was close a few times. I almost got a job enforcing for some drug dealer back when we were in high school."

"Seriously? You never told me," Elsa looked alarmed in between bites of her burger.

"Unlike you, I was barely passing my classes, there weren't a lot of options, but I couldn't bring myself to do it."

"And just now look at you, almost whatever the next thing is in your job," Elsa beamed.

"You know, your face says you care, but your words really don't."

"Sorry, Kristoff, I'm just really bitchy of late."

"Oh, is it that time of-," he was cut off by the angriest look he had seen on her since the night before.

"No, Kristoff, it's not. Women are allowed to have emotions without being on our periods. Maybe this is why you don't have a girlfriend," she growled, stealing the last of his fries as restitution.

"Sorry," he squeaked. "Shit, I really have to get back to work. Thank you for joining me, love you Elsa, you're like the sister I never had."

"Aww, you're like the sister I never had too," Elsa said, trying to avoid thinking about the sister she did have. "Love you too, get going. I'll leave the tip."

Elsa finished the last of her classes, then spent a few hours in the library studying. By the time she was done, the sun had set, and the burger had become a distant memory. She was starting to seriously ponder what she wanted for dinner when she heard her phone vibrating on the table in front of her. She picked it up, and her heart stopped.

"I'm sorry about last night. I'll explain everything, and I'll bring pizza. Please forgive me. Can I come over tonight?" It was Anna. She wasn't mad at her. Blood rushed back to Elsa's face as her heart resumed its rhythm. She was so relieved, and so amazed by how many people were bribing her with food today.

"Yes. I'll see you at seven," was all she said by way of response, resisting filling the message with hearts.