AN: Yeah... hi. o.o Heh, so this is like more than super late (two months, ouch). But look, here it is now! :D Hopefully it's worth the wait... Oh, but look forward to the next chapter. ;D

Elsa pulled in front of the Arendelle mansion in her Mustang and shifted the car to park. Allowing the engine to idle as she sat in the driveway, she peered out the front windshield and scanned the windows that lined the front of the house for any movement that would indicate the other girl was aware she was there. Normally she would have gone to the door to get Anna, but it had been seriously discussed and agreed between the two of them that it would probably be best if she refrained from going anywhere near the door to avoid any more unpleasant meetings with Anna's brother, Hans, or possibly her parents. So the blonde patiently sat in her vehicle and waited for Anna to come out, and while she waited she thought about the amazing time the two of them shared together since they officially started dating.

The girls had been seeing each other steadily for a month straight following the disaster dinner date episode and Anna's much anticipated and long overdue coming out. And wow, the change in the copper-haired girl was such a phenomenal and welcoming relief to Elsa. The difference was like night and day. Anna was more energetic and bubbly and less withdrawn and snappy now that she wasn't hiding her true self. Rarely when they were together did Anna frown, an infectious, beaming grin almost always plastered on her delectable freckled face. Elsa adored the facial expressions Anna made when she laughed, the way her nose crinkled and how her eyes lit up spectacularly… Elsa sighed dreamily just thinking of the magnificent beauty she managed to capture, and all it took was lots of patience and a heaping plate of pasta.

She couldn't believe they'd only been together for a measly month. It felt as if they'd been dating for much longer than that, though the fact that they saw each other almost every day might have had something to do with that. For sure, Elsa looked forward to spending more magical months with Anna. And if those months turned into years and those years turned into eternity, well, she certainly wouldn't complain!

A wide smile surfaced on Elsa's face as the front door was thrown open and the boisterous redhead bounded out, flying down the steps. Her duel braids slapped behind her as she sprinted the distance to the parked vehicle with unchecked enthusiasm. Having no time to get out and properly hold the door for her, Elsa reached across the seat and pushed the passenger side door open as Anna drew closer, enabling the other girl to enter without having to pause a beat.

Elsa opened her mouth to greet Anna as she slid inside wordlessly, but before she could utter a syllable she was tackled aggressively. The back of her head thumped hard into the window as a pair of lips claimed hers voraciously in a highly demanding kiss that sucked all the available air out of Elsa's lungs, leaving her lightheaded by the time it ended.

"Wow," Elsa breathed out, sounding winded when Anna finally relinquished her. Sagging against the driver's side door, she held a hand to the back of her head where she collided with the window and winced. "And ow."

"Shit, Elsa!" Covering her mouth and wincing sympathetically, Anna apologized guiltily, "I'm sorry!" Hooking her arm around the back of Elsa's neck, she dragged her closer to get better access, smothering the blonde's face against her chest to plant a tender kiss directly on the afflicted spot while one hand fluttered up to soothingly massage the bruised area. "I couldn't help myself. I missed you," she said into the silky head of hair.

Elsa's body shook with laughter. "Missed me? You act like you haven't seen me in forever. We saw each other literally the other day," she pointed out, carefully withdrawing from Anna.

"Yes, a whole day ago. A day is like a year! That's way too long!" Anna complained, her lower lip jutting out.

Caressing Anna's chin between her thumb and forefinger, Elsa pushed forward and pressed her lips to the irresistible, pouting ones on display before her. "I concur with that statement. Sadly, I do have to work for a living. Not everyone has the luxury of sitting on their butts because they're rolling in dough," she remarked teasingly. She threw in one last, short kiss before she started to retreat.

Unwilling to end the connection so soon, Anna tugged her back forcefully, sliding her hand behind Elsa's neck and deepening the kiss. Her unruly tongue knocked on the crack between Elsa's lips, asking for clearance inside. Unable to deny the request, Elsa granted permission, parting her lips to allow a questing tongue to romp with her own, moaning at the sensational contact.

They kissed like that for a long, uninterrupted minute before Elsa reminded herself they were still sitting in front of the house. Before things could get too carried away, she reluctantly broke the kiss, receiving a whine of complaint in return. Resting her forehead against Anna's, she panted, "We…we should really get going."

With her eyes shut tightly and her mouth curved into a satisfied smile, Anna nodded mutely. Though she would have liked to continue the kiss, to do so in front of her house where anyone could look out and see wasn't exactly a smart idea. No one was home except for the maid, Marisol, and the butler, Benjamin, but still… she needed to be careful.

Anna sat back in her seat, sucking on her lips and savoring the sweet flavor of Elsa that resided there. "Where are we going?" she asked distractedly, fumbling for the seatbelt to buckle up. They had a list of regular activities they usually did that mostly consisted of taking leisurely strolls in the park, cuddling and making out wherever permitted (Anna really liked making out with Elsa…), and occasionally they went to the cinemas to catch a movie, though half the time they paid little attention to what was playing on the screen, so engrossed in each other were they… Anna could tell that Elsa had something else in mind that day, something new and exciting judging by the way she was smiling.

"Would you like to go bowling?" Elsa asked, shifting the car into drive once she heard the audible click of the seatbelt, signaling that the other girl was safely buckled in. She eased off the brake pedal and coaxed the car down the driveway.

"Bowling? Um… I guess so?"

Pausing at the end of the driveway, Elsa cocked her head questioningly at Anna. "You sound uncertain. We don't have to if you don't want to. It's just a suggestion." She turned onto the road and explained, "Honestly, I've been in the mood to do it for a while now, but I'm okay with doing something else if you're not up to it. There's no pressure."

"I don't mind it at all… It's just… I've never done it before," Anna confessed.

The Mustang stopped at a red light and Elsa swiveled her head to her right to cast a glance at her passenger. "You're serious? You've never bowled before?" When Anna shook her head hesitantly, she cried, "You poor, deprived child. Were you raised in a barn?"

"Shut up," Anna grumbled with a smile, knocking her elbow into Elsa's arm. "The people I hung out with weren't exactly the bowling type, you know. I'm sure they'd be more concerned about breaking a nail," she said dryly. "I would love to try it, but I'm afraid I won't be any good at it."

"I'm not on a league myself so it'll be perfectly fine if you're terrible at it! Besides, we're doing it for fun so we can suck together! We'll have a blast," Elsa said exuberantly, throwing up a fist and hitting the ceiling with her knuckles in her excitement.

Anna couldn't argue with that statement. She knew no matter what they did together, they would ultimately end up having a good time. Hell, if Elsa wanted to watch paint dry on a wall she wouldn't object to it. With Elsa, there was never a dull moment. Resting her hand on Elsa's knee, she said coyly, "You seem to be making up a lot of my firsts."

Removing one hand off the steering wheel and entwining it effortlessly with Anna's, her eyes sparkling merrily, Elsa responded, "Lucky me."

Watching the gorgeous blonde as she concentrated on driving them to their destination, the heat of her hand fitted perfectly in her own radiating comforting warmth, Anna said softly, "No, lucky me."


The drive to the bowling alley was a relatively short trip and in no time Elsa was maneuvering the car into an empty parking spot in front of the building. She killed the engine and they hopped out of the car. Elsa strolled to the back and popped the trunk open, reaching inside to remove a pair of white, fancy looking, flat shoes. She turned and immediately handed them to Anna when she joined her side.

Anna looked at the offered shoes with confusion and tentatively took them. "Um… why are you giving me these? I already have shoes," she said, waving to the ones her feet were comfortably snuggled into.

"I'm aware of that." Elsa glanced briefly at her feet as she closed the trunk. "But these are special bowling shoes. You're required to wear them if you want to bowl. You can wear mine or you can choose to rent a pair for yourself if you so desire, but I don't think you want to rent potentially smelly shoes."

Dangling the shoes she'd been given in the air, Anna asked wryly, wrinkling her nose, "Are these not potentially smelly?"

"Give them a whiff and let me know!" Elsa cracked, linking her arm with Anna's and tugging her inside the building.

At the front desk Elsa paid for one game and rented herself a pair of shoes. She sat on the floor to put the shoes on, and as she did so she made a dramatic show of them being stinky, plugging her nose and gagging, even going so far as to feign fainting. She sprawled on the floor, limbs askew, eyes screwed tightly shut and tongue lolling out the side of her mouth. A few people passing by witnessed the comical show and laughed in amusement.

Anna played along with the ruse, offering out loud to resuscitate the completely conscious unconscious girl by giving her CPR. The offer earned her a surreptitious eye crack, followed by a puckering of lips. Bending over, Anna drew closer and closer to the lips that noticeably quivered, obviously in anticipation of meeting hers… and stuck the open portion of Elsa's bowling shoes that she was so kind to lend to her right on her nose.

"Ugh," Elsa spluttered, shooting into a sitting position and making a legit disgusted face. "That wasn't CPR!"

Giggling, Anna took the shoe back from Elsa and said, "Nope! But it worked just as well, didn't it?" She plopped down next to her on the floor and switched her shoes out for the bowling ones. "Besides, I don't think kissing- ah, I mean giving you CPR in a place occupied by people is such a good idea." She tied the laces, making certain the shoes were on tight enough and then reached over, digging a finger into Elsa's side. "There's no telling what could happen," she whispered conspiratorially.

"Ah, you make a fair point!" Elsa conceded, pushing herself to her feet, holding a hand out to assist Anna up. "It would probably be best if we hold off on the CPR till later!"

With the shoes taken care of and a lane acquired, they perused the ball racks scattered all around the alley loaded with a large variety of colored balls for their playing pieces. It didn't take long for Anna to settle on the one she wanted. The ball she found was an avocado green color and she fell in love with it the second she laid eyes on it. She tried to pick it up and was surprised to find it was insanely heavy. All her hands managed to do was roll it uselessly in place on the rack. A growl escaped her throat as she grasped the ball with both hands and strained to remove it from the rack with absolutely no luck. Panting, she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and wondered how the hell she was supposed to bowl if she couldn't lift the damn thing that was necessary to play the game to begin with. Elsa failed to mention that super human strength was a requirement for bowling…

Frustrated, Anna raised her eyes to see Elsa laughing at her pathetic struggling. "I don't know what's so funny," she retorted, folding her arms grumpily. Her grumpy demeanor only made Elsa laugh harder.

When she calmed down enough, Elsa revealed, "Princess, they're all different sizes." She adjusted the ball Anna was futilely trying to take and showed her the giant number prominently stamped on one side of it. "You need to find the one that's right for you, and clearly this one isn't it." Elsa skipped her hands upon the rows of balls until she found one that was similar in color to the one Anna wanted but labeled with a lower number. She hefted the ball, testing its weight, and when she was satisfied with the result she passed the ball to Anna. "Here, try this one." Twiddling her fingers suggestively, she lowered her voice to a seductive whisper and said, "Shove your fingers in the holes and make sure it feels good around your digits."

The ball nearly slipped from Anna's hold at the pulse pounding inflection, but she recovered quick enough to avoid dropping the ball on her foot and breaking the bones in her toes. "You're terrible," she murmured, bringing a hand up to cover her face, trying to hide the rising blush that stained her cheeks. Certainly by now she should have been immune to Elsa's blatant sexual innuendos since she spewed them so regularly, and yet without fail Anna always found herself reacting fiercely to the lewd comments. Not that she was complaining about it, since her blushing usually sprouted a sexy, smug smirk on Elsa's lips, and whenever Anna saw one of those smirks it gave her very delicious, spine tingling sensations and sent a rush of warmth in all the right places.

"What?" Elsa asked, feigning innocence. "I'm trying to teach you the ways of bowling. It's not my fault if you misconstrue my words. Go on, try it out," she prodded insistently. "You don't want it to be too tight, but you don't want it too loose either." She avoided an incoming swat from Anna and procured an ice blue ball for herself, hugging it to her side. "I recommend you keep your ball out of the gutter," she said, adding with a mischievous wink, "and get your mind out of there, too."

Anna just shook her head, chuckling quietly. She inserted her thumb and two middle fingers into the holes available on her ball. The fit seemed comfortable enough, so she decided to stick with the ball. "It's good," she told Elsa.

Elsa dropped her own ball in the ball return area and studied their lane, eyebrows furrowing thoughtfully as she tapped her chin. "Would you prefer to use bumpers?" she inquired.

"Bumpers?"

Elsa gestured a few lanes down where a man and a woman with a small girl had the bumpers in place. "They're meant for children, really, but adults who have no sense of coordination use them too."

They both silently observed as the man, presumably the father of the child, placed an orange ball on the floor and waved the girl over. The child rushed up to him delightedly and the father mimed pushing the ball to show her what to do, pointing down the lane at the pins on the opposite end. She walked up to the ball and daintily kicked it with her foot before amusing herself by slapping her tiny hands against it. It took a bit more prompting by her parents, but she eventually pushed the ball with all her little might. The vibrant ball traveled excruciatingly slowly down the lane, pinballing against the barriers on either side, reducing speed the further it rolled along. It barely reached the pins, lightly tapping one and sending it tumbling down. The girl screeched in celebration and latched on to her father's leg at her accomplishment.

Clearly having the bumpers implemented guaranteed that some of the pins would get knocked down. It was definitely a plus to have for children since they were more likely to miss the pins. For adults though, or at least in her case, Anna imagined that playing with the guards would dissolve some of the fun factor in the game, so she opted to skip using them. "Let's do it without them," she said decisively. She groaned at her choice of words and knew without peeking there would be a devious smile making itself comfy on the blonde's lips.

She actually could hear the infuriating smile when Elsa ribbed lightly, "You wish to forgo using protection for your first time?"

Blushing brightly, Anna declared menacingly, "I'm going to kick your ass, and I'm going to do it the proper way."

"Oooh. Now that I would like to see." Elsa flipped her immaculate single braid behind her back and seated herself in front of the computer to finish setting up their game. "Let's get this game started so the supposed butt kicking can commence," she said eagerly. "Would you like to use our real names or an alias?"

After placing her own ball right beside Elsa's, Anna moved to stand behind her and propped her elbows on the blonde's shoulders. "Alias."

"I was hoping you'd say that!" Elsa cracked her knuckles and flashed a vicious grin. "I've got the perfect name for you!" She tapped at the controls and inputted the name she cleverly chose for Anna into the computer: TooStr84U.

When Anna saw the name show up on the screen she had to bury down a laugh. She leveled a blank look at the back of the blonde's head and snorted. "Is that supposed to be funny?"

Tilting her head back to gaze up at Anna, Elsa boasted cheekily, "Clever, isn't it? It's a nice twist to your screen name."

It was impossible for Anna to keep a serious face on with Elsa peering up at her all smiley and proud and adorably squeezable. The urge to just wrap her arms around the older girl and crush her in a loving chokehold was almost too much, but she controlled the urge and instead flicked the upturned nose sharply with her middle finger, causing Elsa to flinch and rear back, shouting out a surprised, "Hey!" as she rubbed her nose petulantly.

Coming around to Elsa's side, Anna leaned her hip against her sitting form and noted, "Since you so generously named me, I think it's only fair that I pick out a name for you."

"Go ahead!" Elsa raised her hands off the controls to give her free reign.

Anna didn't budge from her spot. Stroking her fingers through the blonde tuft of hair hanging over Elsa's forehead, she said, "Type it for me. I'll spell it out." She waited till Elsa was ready and then called out eight individual letters in rapid succession.

Elsa studiously copied down the letters she was given, and when she was finished with that she read over the name she'd been christened with and gasped in mock offense. "So I'm a SmugJerk, huh?"

"The biggest," Anna stated, affectionately tweaking the blonde's earlobe. "Consider yourself lucky I have a thing for smug jerks."

"Funny, I was about to say something similar to you, only replace smug jerk with straight girl," Elsa fired back breezily. She pressed one final button on the machine and shot up out of the chair, giving Anna a fright at the abrupt movement. "Let's bowl!" Doing a sweeping bow, she extended her hand towards the lane and said, "You're up first, princess."

"Me?" Anna squeaked, shooting a panicked look at the suddenly intimidating polished lane to the overhead screen which insistently flashed TooStr84U. "Why can't you go first? I was hoping to watch you to get a hang of things."

"Come on!" Elsa encouraged, getting behind Anna and shoving the resistant girl forward. "There's nothing much to learn," she assured, giving Anna her chosen ball. "The aim of the game is to hit as many pins as possible. Try and keep your throw straight. Just hold the ball in your dominant hand, fingers in the holes, and curl your arm like so," she said, showing Anna a demonstration. "And then just let it go!" She pretended to roll an invisible ball down the lane. "Okay?"

"Yeah, sure," Anna said unconvincingly, anxiety written all over her face as her hands squeezed against the solid ball, almost as if she were trying to squish it.

Elsa settled her hands on Anna's shoulders and massaged them, doing an excellent job of loosening the rigid muscles under her palms. "Relax," she soothed gently into her ear, kneading and working her way around the edges of Anna's neck. "There's no reason to be uptight over it. We're doing it for fun, remember?"

The blonde's administrations felt so good that Anna forgot where she was momentarily and her eyes drifted closed. She surrendered her body to the skillful hands, dangerously on the verge of collapsing to the floor. The only thing keeping her afloat was the supportive body she sank against.

Elsa marveled at the sight of the other girl practically turning to mush under her touch and felt more than a little guilty for putting an end to it, but they were in a public place and there was a bowling game to be played. Kissing the nape of Anna's neck delicately as an apology, she removed her hands and heard the unhappy sigh that followed. "Hush, you. Now bowl! Let's see what you can do."

"Okay…" Anna said timidly. Ball in hand, she approached the lane and eyed the pins lined up in a triangle formation on the opposite end. They looked so far away, unreachable… Breathing in deeply to boost her confidence, she straightened her spine and, following Elsa's advice, curled her arm as she pulled it back to throw the ball. With a grunt rivaling that of a tennis player, Anna flung her arm forward, but she forgot to let go when she should have, and instead of seeing the ball travel down the lane towards its intended target as expected, the ball went flying backwards. It narrowly missed Elsa, who threw herself to the side to dodge the incoming cannonball, and crashed into the table behind them, upending abandoned drinks that had yet to be cleared that were left over from the previous users of the lane.

Surprised screams and shouts, followed by raucous laughter rang in the air from those who witnessed the embarrassing attempted shot. Cringing, Anna cried and flimsily waved apologetically, "Sorry!" She felt so humiliated and wanted to crawl into the ball dispenser and hide, and if she thought she could fit, she would have attempted to do so. Instead, she crouched low to the ground and blocked her face with her hands, groaning pitifully at her massive failure.

Elsa fetched the errant ball and hurried back to Anna, lugging the embarrassed girl to her feet with little trouble and prying her hands free from her face. Showing a placating smile, she placed the ball in Anna's hands again. "To make it perfectly clear, you want to aim for the pins, which in case you aren't aware," she said, turning Anna in the right direction so the pins were directly in sight, "are that way."

"Ha ha," Anna said, forcing an uneasy laugh. "I'll keep that in mind. Shit..." She stood staring at the ball in between her hands and deadpanned, "This might be considered possession of a deadly weapon."

"Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I hit the ceiling with a bowling ball one time," Elsa told her confidentially.

"You did?"

"Mm hm!" Elsa said, "If you think this was embarrassing, imagine how super embarrassed I was. I knocked the ceiling tiles down and everything. Despite that, I did manage to get a strike! Though it was on the next lane over, so obviously it didn't count. Not that it would have mattered because destroying the building put an immediate end to the game. Needless to say, I didn't show my face in a bowling alley for quite some time after that incident!" She gave Anna a gentle push. "Give it another shot. You'll do fine this time. Hopefully… Just remember to let go of the ball when you bring your arm forward. Don't hold onto it."

Grudgingly, Anna tried again, and her second attempt went much smoother than the first. She timed her throw perfectly so the ball ejected from her hand at the right moment, falling onto the lane where it rightfully belonged and rumbling down the slick surface with purpose. The ball never wavered off the center of the lane and barreled beautifully into the row of pins, successfully knocking all ten of them down.

The gate lowered and swept the fallen pins out of sight as the screen above their heads showed a giant red X and played cartoon footage of an evil looking ball harassing and running over frightened, scattering pins that were trying to escape. Viewing the cartoon, Anna couldn't help but feel a little bad for the poor pins… and then of course she felt silly for thinking that because they were inanimate objects and didn't have feelings! But still… "Is that good?" Anna asked doubtfully.

"Are you kidding? You got a strike, Anna! That's fantastic!" Elsa answered excitedly, slapping her back rewardingly. "Try and keep that up for the rest of the game," she dared as she grabbed her ball to take her turn. She wasn't lucky enough to get a strike, but she managed to knock over nine out of ten pins with her first shot and struck down the last one on her second try, nabbing herself a spare.

Then it was Anna's turn again. Feeling more relaxed now that she got the hang of how to play, she decided to experiment as she went to throw the ball and gave her wrist a little twist, which made the ball spiral and twirl as it thundered along and zeroed in on the neatly stacked pins.

Impressed by the technique, Elsa complimented her and tried to replicate it, failing terribly and consecutively missing all the pins both attempts, which prompted Anna to taunt, "Isn't the point to hit the pins?"

Taunting Elsa was a big mistake on Anna's part. Elsa didn't say anything about the comment and hardly seemed affected by it in any way, but the following frames after that, every time it was Anna's turn to go, Elsa would purposely try and mess her up. At first she did it covertly, but once the players occupying the lanes on either side of them had finished their games and left, Elsa went all out, free to do as she pleased without disrupting anyone else's game. She sang "Let It Go" horribly out of tune and pranced around, causing the redhead to laugh and fumble her throws, which resulted in her missing most of the time. It was too bad, too, because for a newbie she played surprisingly well, and if not for Elsa doing everything in her power to distract her, Anna would have far surpassed Elsa's score. Being forced to endure Elsa's antics added a challenging element to the game.

In a way it bugged her that Elsa could so easily and effortlessly steal her attention with practically a mere bat of an eyelash, but at the same time she quite enjoyed it. It was just one of the many ways that made Elsa so excitably different and appealing from anyone else she'd ever dated.

The game progressed rather quickly, and too soon they were on the final frame. Anna's score was at 102 and Elsa's was at 105. Elsa was beating her by a total of three points and that was unacceptable. She had one last chance to redeem herself. Determined to win her first ever bowling game against the blonde cheat, Anna plugged her ears with her fingers and called, "I'm going to tune you out!"

Unfortunately for her, her plan to block Elsa's noise out wasn't going to work because as long as her fingers were positioned where they were, she wouldn't be able to bowl. Having no choice, Anna risked removing her fingers and took her last two shots with shouts of "Sandwiches!" and "Chocolate Fondue!" filling her ears. The sandwiches part didn't affect her all that much and she struck seven pins, but at the mention of sweet chocolate on her second go, the ball curved and skirted around the last two pins, missing them completely.

"And it's over!" Resting her hands on her knees, Elsa said, "Phew! I never knew how tiring being distracting can be! It's quite a workout."

"Genius, the game's not over yet," Anna said, sitting in a chair and crossing her legs, leaning her elbows on her knees. "You still go."

"Oh, I know. But it'll be an easy win," Elsa said smoothly, flashing the OK sign with her hand. She wiped her hands on her pants to dry them of perspiration and carried her ball to the foot of the lane, swinging it confidently at her side. "All I need to do is hit at least five pins to beat you, and I'm pretty confident I can accomplish that."

With very little preamble, Elsa sent the ball flying down the lane. The ball stayed in the lane for most of its journey, but as it neared the end it teetered precariously on the edge of the gutter. It rode the line without falling in, miraculously, and just barely bumped into the outer most pin, which wobbled back and forth before tipping over.

"Nice job," Anna piped up, whistling and slowly clapping her hands. "Keep that up and you'll beat me for sure!"

Throwing a lazy smirk her way, Elsa stretched her arms and legs unhurriedly, limbering up as she waited for the ball return machine to spit her ball back out. She heard it coming out of the shoot and scooped it up as it sprang out. She strolled up to the lane for what might possibly be the last time, depending on whether she toppled all the pins over or not, and paced back and forth in front of it, noting the position of the pins left standing and considering her plan of attack, heaving her ball in the air as she did so.

Realizing Elsa still had a very good chance of beating her, Anna sat on the edge of her seat, waiting for her possible defeat or victory. Suddenly a spark of inspiration struck her and she saw an open opportunity to pay Elsa back for sabotaging her game. Used to receiving the brunt of Elsa's teasing, Anna decided for once to give the blonde a taste of her own medicine. Smiling slyly, she climbed stealthily to her feet and snuck up behind the blonde, who stopped pacing and was finally preparing to take her final shot.

The tip of Elsa's tongue protruded from between her teeth as she concentrated hard on the task ahead. Holding the ball slightly below her chin, taking the stance of a professional bowler, she steadied her breathing and drew her arm back.

Anna made her move, diving forward and sliding her body tightly against Elsa's left side. "I'll let it go all over your face," she alluringly whispered into the exposed ear, flicking her tongue out to faintly graze the soft skin there.

It had the desired effect Anna was looking for. Elsa's entire face reddened and she lost her focus, her arm jerking and flopping forward, causing her shot to go wild. The ball thumped onto the lane like dead weight and uselessly rolled straight into the gutter, rumbling along until it was swallowed into the black hole beyond the pins.

"Hm. Perhaps we should have went with the bumpers, after all," Anna quipped to a stunned Elsa, whose jaw was hanging open. The redhead pressed a finger underneath her chin to close her gaping mouth.

"That was evil and cruel," Elsa complained sourly, glowering at her with a very prominent blush still present on her neck and cheeks. A flicker of a smile tugged at the corner of her lips, letting Anna know she wasn't seriously mad or upset with her.

Anna pecked her lips and cheered smugly, "I win!" She jumped back from Elsa and whooped, fist pumping in celebration.

Rolling her eyes, Elsa reminded huffily, "Who's the smug jerk here?"

"She became a sore loser," Anna shot back gleefully, sticking her tongue out childishly and shaking her butt, bumping against Elsa's leg.

Lunging forward, Elsa coiled her arm around the celebrating girl's waist and reeled her in, huskily retaliating with a leer, "Someone is going to be sore somewhere by the time I'm done having my way with her."

The comment effectively shut Anna up fast, a blazing inferno erupting on the younger girl's features.