Anna tapped her iPhone against the desk impatiently. One date, a bouquet, and a brief hello at the party. Would it be too presumptuous to call him and ask him how he was doing?

He was definitely interested. That was certain. But they hadn't really had a full conversation since the date.

Maybe she was over-thinking things. He was a top boss. He was busy. And she had been too busy to do anything but move boxes on the weekend. Of course they hadn't talked. She stopped tapping her phone and stared at it, willing it to ring with her mind.

"Good morning." She'd been so engrossed in her thoughts that Elsa's soft greeting made her jump.

Elsa was standing there. She had her laptop bag over one shoulder, and was clutching at the strap with both hands. She looked unsure of herself, like she wasn't sure if she had earned the right to say a polite Good Morning after the party on Friday.

Her hair wasn't tied up today. It hung in a thick, long braid over one shoulder. Anna had thought her hair was amazing before. Now it was fabulous enough to rival Hans'.

"Good morning," Anna said.

Her hair was probably soft. Softer than Anna's had been after Elsa had fixed it for her. And Anna had a very strong urge to run her fingers through Elsa's hair, just as she had for Anna.

She realised that Elsa was speaking, looking at the floor and still clutching her laptop bag like a lifeline.

"... just to take a look over it before I send it. If you want to. I think I might have come off a bit angry and I thought that maybe you would be able to fix it."

She was blushing.

"Of course, I can do it right now," she said. Elsa passed her a tablet. She'd been talking about an E-mail to Weselton, going over some of the points in the agreement. Anna scanned it.

"There's a couple sentences here that sound accusatory," she said. She changed around them quickly. She thought she had a handle on Duke Weselton now. It would be easy enough to talk him into what they wanted, but only if things were phrased correctly. Elsa's email was passionate, but that wouldn't be what won him over. "Here you go."

"Thank you." She gave a brief smile, grabbed her coffee cup and went into her office, braid swinging in time with her hips.

That was another thing, Anna thought. She needed to get her head straight about Elsa. Now that Elsa was talking to her, and being so adorably awkward all the time, Anna's libido was driving her nuts. That wasn't going to do at all – she needed to aim it at someone appropriate.

Like Hans, who had given her flowers meaning 'love at first sight' with an awkward precious mumbled explanation.

Of course, there were the roses Elsa had given her but Anna was not going to let her mind go down that rabbit hole.

She huffed and flicked through her laptop, opening up the schedules to see what was on the agenda for the day.

There was another big meeting in the afternoon. She made a mental note to talk to Elsa beforehand, help her prepare herself for it, maybe. Certainly she had to explain that they weren't going to have any more 'sitting at the wrong side of the table' incidents.

She was considering this when she noticed the sidebar. It was always there on the schedule, but it suddenly reminded her of something.

I have magic scheduling powers.

She scrolled down past Elsa's name on the list of people she could alter schedules for, all the way to Sorlig, Hans.

He had two hours of unscheduled time at lunch.

Not anymore, Anna thought to herself as she added a new appointment under the 'personal' heading.

Smiling to herself, she went back to Elsa's schedule.

Two minutes later, her phone buzzed with an incoming text. She grabbed for it, nearly dropping it in her haste to see the message.

Ur as subtle as a ton of bricks to the face.

Kristoff. Not Hans. She scowled.

What?

"Lunch with Ms. Summers"? U just added it to his schedule.

Not trying to be subtle. It's called being romantic.

Romance? r u guys a thing?

Bug off. None of your beeswax.

He's EVIL. Run while you can.

Anna pushed the silent button on her phone and shoved it back in her purse. Stupid Kristoff.

At ten-thirty, her desk phone rang. She picked it up, saying her normal "Hello, Ms. Arendelle's office."

"I couldn't reach your other phone."

"Hans!" She did her best not to squeal with delight. She settled on bouncing up and down on her chair in excitement. She heard him chuckle on the other end of the line.

"Christopher tells me I have a lunch appointment with you?"

"Date," she said, firmly.

"Date?"

"Yup. We're going for a date. You had some free time and I used my godlike powers over all the schedules to make sure you spent it with me."

She could hear the smile in his voice, "where are we going?"

Hmmmm, good question. "I haven't figured that out yet." Another laugh.

"I'll let you surprise me, then."


"...and then took the coffee and said 'thank you.' You know, I don't think she's really and Ice Queen. It's more like she has no idea what she'd doing with people. When she's going over the reports people send her, she's meticulous. Nitpicks every single thing, but it's because she cares so much about it..."

Hans had asked her how work was going. Ten minutes later, she was still babbling about Elsa. To be fair, he didn't seem like he minded too much. They sat inside the cafe, watching the March rain poor down the window while staying comfortably cozy inside.

He laughed when Anna told him about how klutzy she had been the previous week, but with an expression on his face that said "you're so cute" rather than "you're an idiot."

"She was really hiding in the bathroom?" Hans raised an eyebrow when she started in on what had happened after they met at the party. He sat a bit forward on his seat, like he couldn't believe his ears.

"It's like... like the party was too much for her. I don't think she ever really wanted to be CEO, not really. But her father died, right, and who better than his own daughter to take over?"

"I can see how that would be difficult."

Anna took a sip of her drink. Her throat was dry after all that talking. Hans cleaned the last few crumbs off his plate.

"You won't tell anyone else, will you?" she asked, setting down the soda. It wasn't really her business, after all, to go telling other people about Elsa's problems, even if it was Hans. "I probably shouldn't even have told you..."

He took her hands across the table and met her eyes squarely with his own. "I promise," he said, seriously. Anna smiled, relaxing.

He didn't release her hands, his thumb slowly caressing her palm. He was so sweet, she thought. It was amazing that just over a week ago she was about to be fired and now... life was so perfect.

He let go of one of her hands and pointed at the remaining quarter of her sandwich.

"Are you gonna eat that?" He asked.

She picked up the sandwich and shoved it in her mouth all in one go.

He stared at her in surprise. Her cheeks full of sandwich, she licked each of her fingers.

Hans snorted. She'd been going for tantalizing. But then again, her cheeks were full like a chipmunk.

"Ay ammich," she said around her mouthful. A few crumbs dropped out of her mouth.

Hans dissolved into laughter, clutching at his sides.

Anna's phone beeped, her alarm for the end of her lunch hour. Oops.

"-eagh!" she yelped. She covered her mouth before more crumbs could drop, standing quickly. "Weugh! -ee ou ayer!" She gave a little wave, still chewing her oversized mouthful.

Hans was still laughing, tears now leaking from the corner of his eyes. "Let's do this again!" He called after her as she bolted from the restaurant.


On Friday, she decided to do it again. Whistling as she bent the powers of the itinerary to her will, Anna added "Dinner Date" to 7:30pm on Hans' schedule. That would give her enough time to get home and change. Maybe make her hair half decent for once. She even added a timer to her phone so she wouldn't forget about it. She was expecting Kristoff to message her, but by lunch time he hadn't.

Good. Finally decided to butt out of my business.

At 2:30, she got a message that the schedule had been altered. A place and a message had appeared.

La Montier, reservations confirmed

"I didn't know he could change my schedule back," she said. She'd never heard of the restaurant. A quick Google search nearly had her falling out of her seat.

The menu had three items: Chicken, Fish and vegetarian. $129 a person for a four course meal. They only took people by reservation.

That's a step up from sandwiches.


"Elsa? What are you doing here?" Anna asked. Elsa glanced up from her tablet and frowned.

Elsa stared at Anna, who was giving her a surprised look. Hadn't Anna been the one to request this meeting? Had she read the schedule right? She resisted the urge to double check right then. The host looked between them, then turned to Anna.

"We're you expecting someone else, Ma'am?"

"Uhhh..." she gave Elsa the briefest glance before turning back to the host. "Is there a Mr. Sorlig on the list?"

He flipped through the paper on the clipboard. "I'm sorry Ma'am. I only have a reservation for Ms. Anna Summers and Ms. Elsa Arendelle at seven-thirty. That is you, correct?"

"Yes, I am Anna Summers," she replied, looking over the list.

Elsa could feel her face growing hot. This was the second most embarrassing experience of her life. That made this a very high achievement indeed, since she was a professional at embarrassing herself.

"Then here is your table. Your server will be with you in just a few minutes, if you'll excuse me." And just like that he left them there. Anna was standing, blinking around the restaurant with a puzzled expression. Maybe Elsa could get up and leave without anyone noticing...

Anna had pulled out her Olafberry and was looking at something.

"Did you change your schedule around?" she asked, then, "never mind, of course you didn't."

She pulled out the chair and flopped down across from Elsa. "This is so weird. I wonder how the schedules got changed. Maybe Kristoff, but that doesn't explain how you're here."

Elsa thought about it. It seemed that Anna hadn't put the dinner in her schedule, but there was no one else with that authorization. Except...

"Olaf. Olaf did this." It was certain. No one else had the password, or the same single minded obliviousness to do such a stupid thing. She stood up, grabbing her purse. "Excuse me, I need to go kill him."

"No, wait!" Elsa looked at her. Anna blushed. "I mean – it's almost eight already, and you must be hungry."

Her stomach gave a growl, the perfect traitorous response.

"I... but..."

Anna was here. On what was supposed to be a date with Hans Sorlig. Elsa had crashed their date.

She was a date crasher.

"I get the feeling that it was Olaf and Kristoff conspiring together, which means Hans won't be showing up. And it'll be nice to just chat, anyway. Sit down, Elsa."

Elsa felt herself complying, setting her clutch back down on the table.

"Besides, this is one of the fanciest places I've ever seen. I have to know what the food is like."

Elsa had to smile about that. Personally she had never been all that impressed by these kinds of places. The food was amazing, of course, but always seemed to be missing that special something that Gerda's home cooked meals had had.

"Alright," she said, "but I need to use the restroom."

"You're not going to run out the back door are you?" Anna put on a very serious expression.

Well, there goes that plan. Gosh, Anna was starting to get to know her better than anyone. She quickly changed her plans.

"No, I promise. I just need to make a phone call."


"Hiya!"

"Olaf, what the hell did you do?" Elsa ground out, trying not to yell so loud that her voice bounced off the hard bathroom walls.

"Ummm... well, just now I ordered some Chinese food..."

"No. With the schedules. Anna. Date. I know it was you." No matter how hard she was trying to keep her voice down, it still seemed to be enough to get the Restroom Attendant to look at her like she had just proceeded to ritualistically slaughter an animal on the bathroom floor.

"Oh yeah!"

She took a deep breath. "Why?"

"Because Kristoff changed Hans' schedule." He answered, as though that explained anything.

And another deep breath. "That still doesn't explain why."

"Kristoff said that Hans was going to rip her heart into a million pieces like the wretched tazmanian devil that he is, or something like that. He was kind of rambling a bit."

"That's not what I mean," Elsa snapped. "Why did you send me on a date with Anna?"

"Kristoff can't change Anna's schedule. And she was going to be all alone and she was going to be so sad. So I thought – you can keep her company. You're very nice." He sounded pleased with himself. Like he had just created a brilliant master plan instead of having just ruined her working relationship with her far too attractive PA.

Elsa took yet another deep breath. He wasn't going to get it. There was no explaining to Olaf sometimes why he shouldn't do something. And now she was stuck here, on a date with Anna.

"Shouldn't you still be on that date? It's only eight o'clock."

"I – I... I'm in the bathroom," she admitted.

"That's not good. You should go talk to Anna. Tell her how pretty she is. Now go."

"Olaf, I am not-"

He had hung up.

"God damn it!"

The attendant gave Elsa a scandalized look.

"Sorry," she muttered, shoving an outrageously large tip at her before ducking out of the washroon.

Olaf telling Elsa to tell Anna how pretty she was, of course, made her notice how Anna looked. Two feet from the table, Elsa stopped dead in her tracks "You look nice." That was a perfectly normal thing to say, right? It wasn't quite the truth – Anna looked fabulous.

Anna smiled, her hand self-consciously going to her hair.

"I nearly had a panic attack when I got the message to come here. Fortunately, black solves everything. And I went and bought some of that hair defrizzing stuff – it's amazing. I can't believe I went my whole life being at the whip of unruly hair."

Anna was wearing a sleek black dress that ended just above her knees and a simple necklace that brought attention to her slender neck. Her hair had been smoothed out, like at the party, but she'd taken the time to add in a clip that pulled the front part of her hair to the back. It was a simple, but stunning, effect and made Elsa embarrassed that she was wearing business clothes. Her tutors had drilled it into her head that appearance was half of success and now she was being out-shined by someone who hadn't heard of hair defrizzer before a week ago.

Elsa ignored how dry her throat felt suddenly, so she pulled out her chair and settled herself down.

"So..." Her fingers drummed nervously on her knees. "... you were expecting Mr. Sorlig?"

Great, Elsa, remind her that she's supposed to be on a date rather than hanging out with her freak of a boss.

"Yeah," Anna said, the briefest pout appearing before she rolled her eyes, "I was trying to be romantic and just add it into his schedule instead of asking him, because I did that on Monday. But Kristoff – his PA – keeps trying to sabotage us for some reason. He's like my mom or something – when I was sixteen, I was dating this girl. But she went to University in Saskatoon and my mom didn't want me to have a long distance relationship at sixteen. It totally makes sense now, of course, but at the time I was so mad when she kept ruining our chat dates by turning off the internet."

Elsa stared for a minute, unsure of which piece of information she was having more trouble processing. She went for the obvious one.

"Uh... you dated a girl?"

"Why wouldn't I? Have you seen women? Sexy as hell." Anna laughed. "Of course, my mom made it up to me by introducing me to my next girlfriend."

And even more information that didn't make sense. Anna didn't look the least bit embarrassed to be admitting that she liked woman, or ashamed, or anything. And her mom – she introduced her to a girl? That didn't make any sense. Not in Elsa's world. Not when her own father had-

"Elsa?"

Elsa blinked, pulled out of her distressing thoughts. Anna was staring at her curiously.

"Sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable," Anna said, biting her lip. "I mean - I'm not sorry I'm bi, I have a personal policy never to apologize about that but it just occurred to me that you might not be comfortable about me talking about how sexy women are."

"No... no, I'm fine with it," she stammered, her face growing hot.

Am I fine with it? she asked herself. Memories of being fourteen, so young and naive tried to overwhelm her. But she pushed the thought aside. Anna was unapologetic, unashamed. Anna was sweet, and helpful, and forgiving. She wouldn't let her father's old prejudice get in the way.

Their 'date' was a learning experience for Elsa. Anna had a dog at her mom's house named Mooki. Anna likes the way fur looks, but she feels really guilty about it so she would never wear any. Anna had once beaten up the school bully by swinging a tree branch into her face. Ann had played rugby in high-school.

"You played sports?"

"Why so surprised?"

The picture of Anna dropping two phones and tripping over herself on the way to answering a third came to mind. Elsa bit her lip to hide a smile. "Oh, no reason."

She learned that she loved Sandwiches more than was reasonably healthy and was actually disappointed that the restaurant didn't serve them.

"It's a five star restaurant with fifteen tables, Anna. Of course it doesn't have sandwiches."

"Sandwiches can be fancy."

And she learned that Anna's relationship with her mother was a foreign, strange land to Elsa.

"Last year we went to Niagara Falls and stayed at a casino resort for her sixtieth birthday. Anyway, she took me to this club and she didn't tell me what it was but it was a strip club! And we go in and I was so embarrassed, but I couldn't complain because she's all "I'm sixty years old, hon. You don't get embarrassed anymore when you're my age."

Elsa nearly choked on the piece of chicken she was chewing. Anna giggled as Elsa gulped down her water.

"Mothers are just out to make you embarrassed all the time, I swear," she added when Elsa resurfaced.

"I'll count myself lucky I never knew mine, then."

"What about your dad? Did he ever do silly things?"

Her smile faltered. "Not really. He was working most of the time."

Anna seemed lost for words on this. "Who looked after you?"

"My nanny, or my tutors, for the most part."

"But didn't you have anyone who – I dunno – took you to amusement parts and the beach and stuff like that? Or embarrassed you all the time?" Anna asked.

"I have Kai, and Gerda, I supposed," she said. "Kai was my father's best friend and was a sort of uncle to me. He taught me how to ski."

"You know how to ski?" Anna actually looked impressed at this.

"I love skiing," she said. She smiled wistfully, remembering the rush of speeding down a mountain. "I haven't been for a couple of years. Work has... it's been a lot."

"I would drag you out skiing, but for one thing it's March. For another, the last time I went skiing was on a middle school trip where I ended up with a concussion."

"Are you sure you played rugby?" Elsa was wondering if it had been a hallucination brought on by repeated head trauma.

"Yes..."

Elsa hid her face behind her wine glass, smirking at Anna's confused expression.

After dessert – they both chose the chocolate mousse – Elsa sat there, drumming her fingers on her knees again. She wasn't sure what she should do – dinner was over. Should she excuse herself? They'd been having such a good time, she didn't actually want to be the one to break it. But she also didn't want to presume that Anna wanted to continue talking to her.

She settled for a compromise.

"Can I... can I offer you a drive home?"

"That would be lovely."

Anna chattered in the car, saying how she would happily marry the chef if he'd make her that chocolate mousse every day, no matter what he might look or act like. She filled the silence, making the car feel cozy and warm to Elsa.

"We should hang out more," Anna said when they stopped in front of her apartment. "I mean – if you want to. It was really nice to get to know you better."

She smiled at Elsa. Was she blushing? Elsa couldn't tell in the glare from the street lamps.

"I would like that," Elsa said. The car felt smaller all of a sudden, warm and cozy turning into close and hot.

Anna opened the door. "I'll see you on Monday," she said happily, hopping out. "What kind of doughnut do you want?"

Elsa forced a smile. "Chocolate sprinkles," she said.

Anna gave a little wave before she shut the door and skipped up the steps to her building. Elsa watched her until she was out of sight, then drove away.


Mucho love to my beta, who made this better after I wrote the 2nd half while sick. *glomp*

Also to all 552 (and growing) of my followers. Seriously, I didn't know people were that desperate for awkward fluff. ^_^

Cheers,

Capt. Elfy