"I still don't understand why you're getting so excited, Anna," Elsa sighed slightly. "Your mother went on a date. So, what? You told me you had set her up with the man. Why is this so surprising?"
Anna whirled on the platinum blonde and went on a rampage of information with a mouth full of spaghetti. "Because she got stood up by the guy I set her up with and ended up going on a date with a different guy as a result!" Her words were barely legible. "What's even more surprising is that she agreed to go on a second date with him! She never goes on second dates! This is going to make history!"
Elsa shook her head and laughed slightly. "I think you're overreacting."
"I am not!" Anna shrieked. "I think this might actually go somewhere!"
"I thought you wanted your mom to date people," the blonde teased as she took a bite of her salad. "You're making it sound like a bad thing that your mom is doing something you wanted her to do in the first place."
The red head jutted her bottom lip in one of the most adorable pouts Elsa had ever seen. "You don't understand! I'm happy for her! I want this to go somewhere! That's why I need your help!"
An exasperated sigh escaped Elsa's lips as she smiled at the younger girl. When she had gotten a text message in the middle of class saying that the red head needed her during lunch, she had flushed bright pink and felt extremely anxious. When the two girls sat at their usual table, however, she realized that her mind had, once again, jumped to conclusions. She had not expected the sophomore to rape her eardrum for a fifth time with information about her mother's date.
"What do you expect me to do? I'm not exactly a love expert," the blonde replied. "I can barely get my sister to find a date. What makes you think I'll be able to keep your mother's relationship flourishing?"
Anna nibbled on her lip. "Well, I just want someone to help me…you know…"
Elsa raised an eyebrow and cocked her head slightly. "No, Anna, I don't know. Perhaps you would care to elaborate?"
The strawberry blonde groaned in frustration. "Look! She's going on another date on Friday night! Would you please help me stalk her so I can see if this might go somewhere? She won't answer any of my questions and the suspense is killing me!"
"Anna…" Elsa hushed.
"I mean. I've always thought that the dates my mother said she was going on weren't even real! I just have to see it for myself! Anna gushed, clearly not hearing the blonde.
"Anna-"
"And we don't have to shadow them all night." Anna wrung her hands together. "I mean. I would hate to make you feel like we were on a date while we spied on them for a little bit. Granted, I bet a date with you would be-"
"Anna!"
"What?" The red head yelled.
"You're drawing some very unwanted attention to yourself," the platinum blonde whispered. She nodded her head towards the middle of the room.
Anna felt the heat from an oncoming blush creep into her cheeks. She quickly glanced around the cafeteria and, sure enough, a good portion of the student body was staring at them. Well, maybe not as much as Elsa as they were her.
Elsa inhaled deeply through her nose. "Okay, Anna, okay, I'll go with you to stalk your mother and her date. My only prerequisite, though, is that you have to help me get my sister a date. Do we have a deal?"
The red head nodded excitedly. "Deal! Oh, I'm so excited! I can't wait for Friday night! It'll be just like a romantic spy movie!"
A soft chuckle rang through the air as Elsa laughed. "A romantic spy movie, really? If I didn't know any better, I would think that you really did want to go on a date with me."
Anna flushed bright red and stammered in a whirlwind of partial sentences and words that didn't even exist.
Elsa laughed awkwardly. "Relax, Anna, I'm only teasing." The bell rang and the blonde stood from her chair. "Let's hang out after school and go over the details of your spy fantasy."
"S-Sure," Anna blushed furiously. She had hung out with Elsa plenty of times before, but it has been getting more and more difficult to keep herself in check around the beautiful blonde. She was beginning to think there was something severely wrong with her.
Once the day was over, the two girls mounted Elsa's snowmobile and rode over to the blonde's house. Anna had texted her mother and told her where she was going before they bolted down the road. The red head would never get used to the close proximity she had with the beautiful girl in front of her.
"So, what do you propose we do to execute this plan?" Elsa asked as she hung up her windbreaker and walked up the stairs to her room.
"Oh, I have a good idea," Anna beamed proudly at her own brilliance as she trailed behind the blonde. "First, I'm going to text you after my mom leaves the house. You'll pick me up, and we'll follow her to wherever it is that she's meeting this guy. Once he shows up, we'll watch them for about ten or fifteen minutes to see how far this relationship is going."
Elsa opened the door to her room and sat down gracefully at her desk. Her room was huge and decorated in various shades of blues and white. Light blue and silver snowflakes were painted on the pearl white walls, the furniture was milky white, and even the queen sized bed sitting against the wall was white with blue blankets. She remembered how much time Ceili had spent painting each individual snowflake on the wall and dusted them with glitter when they had first moved into the house. The memory of the woman cursing the small paintings under her breath caused the blonde to smile.
"In other words, you have no idea how we're going to go through with this." The blonde smiled at the red head with a teasing glint in her eye. "I'm starting to think this was all just a ruse to get me to go on a date with you."
The platinum blonde wouldn't let it show, but just the thought of going on a date with the younger girl sticking her tongue out at her was enough to send a wave of euphoria through the senior's body. They had been friends for over a month now, and she desperately wanted to push it a little further. There was just one problem: she was afraid how the red head would react.
If Elsa tried to tell Anna what she really felt, would the red head reciprocate her feelings or would she push her away? Would she think that she was disgusting? If she did, would she tell everyone at school her secret? There was no way she could deal with the harassment she would definitely receive without the kind, sweet, and gentle sophomore by her side; especially if it was the freckle faced girl who caused it.
She would just have to play it off. A little friendly teasing would suffice for something like this. Girls always did it in the movies she had watched, so why couldn't it work here? So far it was proving to be a success. The bright blush on Anna's adorable face was proof of that.
Anna puffed out her cheeks and stuck her nose in the air as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Well, what do you suggest we do, Miss Spy Master? If you can think of anything better, please, tell me."
The red head plopped herself down on the blonde's large, queen sized bed and flicked the ear of the stuffed snow leopard resting against the pillow. The scent of winter air mixed with icy chocolate filled her head as her face pressed into the soft, blue comforter. She took another breath of the relaxing scent, Elsa's scent, and felt a shiver spread along her scalp and tingle down her neck to her shoulders.
Oh, how she wished she could just go up to the gorgeous girl in the room, wrap her arms around her neck, and breathe the delicious scent first hand instead of through this accursed blanket. Ever since she had woken up in the blonde's arms the morning after the birthday party, all Anna could think about was how she wanted to feel Elsa's arms wrapped around her again as her cool scent caused her mind to fog. She would never admit it, but she was secretly using this plan to go on an indirect date with her friend. Maybe, if she played her cards right and this expedition went well, she could ask the Ice Queen on an actual date afterwards.
Anna shook her head to dislodge the thought. She had to focus. Going all silent and red in the face at the idea of going on a real date with her best friend couldn't distract her right now. Right now she had to think of a plan to catch her mom on her second date with the same person…while she was on a fake date with the most gorgeous girl in school.
"Here they are," Elsa suddenly stated triumphantly.
Anna rolled over on the bed so she was facing the platinum blonde standing in the doorway of the large room with a fresh blush on her face. She hadn't even noticed that Elsa had left the room. If that wasn't a sign saying that the red head needed to stop daydreaming, she didn't know what was.
Elsa sauntered over to the bed and sat down next to the exasperated girl. There was a black, nylon case in her hands that looked expensive. She unzipped the case and pulled out a small microphone and a miniature speaker box.
"If you can somehow manage to clip this microphone to your mom," she explained, "we can use this speaker box to listen to her conversation from at least thirty feet away. It even has a headphone adapter so only we can hear what she's saying. The microphone can even pick up her date's voice if he's close enough to her."
A sour look coveted Anna's features. "How close does he have to be for his voice to be picked up? I don't really like the idea of this guy getting all up on my mom. Second date, great! Getting all close and personal," she clapped her hands and extended her right arm in a stop motion. "Bitch better back up!"
The blonde snorted slightly as she tried to stifle her laughter. "He only needs to be within five feet of your mom, Anna. That's perfect if they're in the same car or on a dinner date."
Anna smiled widely as she swiped the microphone from the blonde. "This is PERFECT!" She tried pinning the piece of technology to her shirt. "How do I get this on? How am I going to trick my mom into wearing this? We should disguise it as a flower! I'm sure she'll wear it then! I'll pin it to her shirt before she leaves!"
She gasped in terror. "Oh, no! What if she doesn't wear a shirt? Wait, not like that! I mean, what if she wears a dress? That would make things more difficult to pin this thing to her! How are we going to get this thing clipped to her?"
Elsa rolled her eyes and smiled. "What's your mom's favorite color?"
"Uhhhhh…"Anna thought hard. "Purple! It's purple! Though, she has been having a strange red fetish for a while now."
The blonde stood from her bed and went to her closet. She pulled the double doors open and disappeared through a beaded curtain that blocked most of Anna's view of the contents of the room. "So you can expect that she'll wear something purple on Friday?"
Anna placed a finger to her bottom lip. "I'm not sure. She might wear a black shirt, or maybe blue. Agh! I have no idea what she's going to wear!" She pulled on her pigtails like reins on a horse.
Elsa reappeared from the depths of her vast closet with a narrow box in her hand. "Well, then we'll just have to arrange her wardrobe, won't we?" She sat down next to the red head on her bed and opened the box.
Anna stared in awe at the deep, plum purple scarf. It was sequenced with what looked like small diamonds and the fabric was so thin and soft she was afraid she was going to rip it. She could only imagine how good her mom would look wearing it.
"How am I going to arrange her wardrobe?" The red head asked confusingly as she gently took the shimmering scarf out of the box. It was light as a feather and softer than cotton candy.
"Easy," Elsa shrugged. "You just have to tell her that what she decided to wear looks horrible and offer a different outfit."
Anna's eyes nearly bulged out of her head. Had the blonde completely lost her mind? There was no way she could tell her mother that she looked horrible. The woman was a fashion designer for crying out loud! She had more fashion savvy in her pinky finger than the strawberry blonde had in her whole body!
"I can't lie to my mother like that!" the red head shrieked. "She can tell when I'm lying for starters! Second, she knows that I absolutely love everything she wears! How can I change her outfit when I can barely even pick my own clothes?" She motioned to the baggy, pink t-shirt with a black long sleeved shirt underneath to keep her warm, blue jeans, and black suspenders.
"You won't be lying," Elsa purred. "You just have to make your mother doubt herself. That's all."
Anna shivered at the sound. "A-And how do I do that? Are you saying that you're an expert in manipulating people's thoughts now?"
Elsa shrugged modestly. "Look, from what I have been able to see, mothers will always ask their daughters for their opinion on such insignificant things. Ceili has even done that with me a few times and vice versa. When she asks you how she looks, nonchalantly say that you think that a different outfit would look nicer. You can say something about how this color matches her better, or how this outfit seems more professional, and you can say how you have the perfect accessory to top it off."
The strawberry blonde nibbled her bottom lip. "That could work, but what if she tries to sneak out without asking for my opinion? What would I do then?"
A soft giggle sounded from the platinum blonde girl sitting cross legged on the bed. "You're sixteen, aren't you? Pull the teenage brat routine."
"The what?" Anna asked confusingly.
Elsa blinked. "Are you being serious right now? I'm nowhere near as social as you are, and even worse at this stuff, and yet you have no idea how to act like a teenaged brat? Wow, I think I need to stop watching those awful chick flicks."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Anna waved her hand in dismissal, "but what is it? Come on. Tell me! I'm curious!"
A heavy sigh escaped the blonde's lips. "Okay, I'll show you, but not a word to anyone! If people knew I could act like this, my reputation would be ruined!"
Anna nodded vigorously. "Okay, okay, okay, just show me!"
Elsa pinched the bridge of her nose. "Okay, when your mother tries to leave. You just look her over and say," she inhaled dramatically and rolled her eyes as the most non-Elsa, preppy, stereotypical high school airhead tone of voice filled the air. "Seriously? You're going to wear that? I thought you were going on a date. Shouldn't you be wearing something a little more…appropriate?"
Anna's eyes widened to twice their size and she fell over, roaring with laughter. "Oh, my, god, Elsa, that was awesome! I never knew you could sound like that! Oh, god, I can't….I can't breathe!"
The blonde stared at the floor embarrassingly. "Shut up! You asked me to show you teenaged brat, and I showed you. The least you can do is practice it so you can trick your mom into changing her outfit."
"Okay…okay…"Anna panted. "I'm sorry. You're right. But, that sounded like a lie. She'll be able to see right through me."
"The trick to not lying is to tell the right truths while leaving some information out," Elsa informed smugly. "What she wears will not be appropriate for what you have in mind. You are not lying; you are just playing the information to benefit you. When she asks what is appropriate, you find an outfit that matches the scarf and make her wear it."
Anna's jaw dropped and she flung her arms around the other girl's neck. "That's BRILLIANT! You're absolutely amazing!"
Elsa froze at the sudden closeness of the pigtailed girl, but she quickly relaxed as her arms wrapped around the red head's waist. "Hardly, I've just had a lot of practice playing with words. I could never lie as a child or else I'd be beaten, so I learned how to change my words so I wasn't lying."
Anna suddenly appeared in the blonde's vision. Her eyes were wide and filled with shock. "You were beaten as a kid? That's awful!"
The blonde felt her blood run cold. Did she just? No, that was ridiculous. She wouldn't let something like that slip. She never let that slip before, never! But she just had.
Just then, the bedroom door burst open and Olaf, Marshmallow, and Kristoff tromped through the room like a herd of rhinos.
"Hey, guys!" Olaf cheered.
Anna and Elsa nearly fell off of the bed at the sudden intrusion.
"Olaf, what the Hell? How did you even get into my house?" Elsa quipped.
"Door was open," Marshmallow grunted happily.
The blonde had the urge to slap her hand to her forehead. How could she have forgotten to lock the door? One of the few things she was always so diligent about and she forgot.
"Hey, Ice Queen," Kristoff teased happily as he ruffled his classmate's hair. "You didn't forget that the guys and I were coming over to get help on our Anatomy homework, did you?"
"No, I haven't," Elsa droned. That was a lie. She had completely forgotten about the study session, but it was easy to forget things when she had a certain red head in her room.
She stood from her bed and herded the three boys to the door. "Come on. Let's go, boys." She glanced over her shoulder and sighed mentally in relief as Anna bounded after them happily; their previous conversation apparently forgotten.
"I can't tell her that now," the blonde thought sullenly. "Someday maybe, but not now."
