She drove us to the restaurant from the first time we hanged out.

On our way through the highway, lights illuminated through from the clear night sky, her soft hand was enveloped around mine, the whole way. For the first time, I wasn't flustered. I was calm and I knew I was safe by her side. Occasionally, she would squeeze my hand, rub her thumb against my palm, or even entangle her fingers between mine.

I had to admit, her pale hand was calming and smooth to feel. And I'd only wish I could replace mines with hers. Better not though, or I wouldn't get to feel her hand around me.

She drove smoothly; the silence around us was awkward and stiffening. I could feel her taking little glimpse at me each minute, for a few seconds, sighing through her nose as I kept my eyes out the window for the whole time.

"Are you cold?" she asked in quite a soft way, after feeling me give out a little shiver. I shrugged, but said nothing. After what she'd told me, I didn't have the urge to talk. I wasn't over it.

She bit her lip, eyes on me again. My feelings for her, it was over. No, I wasn't mad, I was discouraged, and saddened by the fact that she would continue to keep some sort of a secret and wouldn't even tell about it. And the fact that she was still here... it sucked.

That was what I thought.

"I'm sorry," she muttered, concentrating on the road.

"I'm telling you the truth."

A truth that hurts.

"I already told you what I could. I promise you; soon enough, I'll tell you everything as soon as I'm ready."

I said nothing, still resisting the urge to weep again. I bit my shivering bottom lips.

She sighed, heart wretched. "You can be angry at me all you want, but for as long as I know you, it won't be long until I get to see that dorky smile of yours."

You're right. I can't be angry at you for long.

She let go of my hand, thinking that touching me right now would make me feel even more uncomfortable and upset. She laid her hand on the steering wheel, and said nothing more. No, I wanted to touch her ... Elsa... I wanted it. But unfortunately, I went against my will and wrapped my arms around my stomach, sighing with regret and frustration. The worst part about this was that my stomach decided that it should growl loudly in such a wrong situation. And I was blushing, feeling Elsa's smirk and her blue eyes on me.

"Sorry..." I mumbled, blushing furiously. She grinned, shaking her head.

"Let's hope food can lift your mood up a bit. I don't like it when you pout, though I do find it cute. But I like you being happy better. It brightens my mood when you smile."

And suddenly I had the urge to ask this, "what about flustered?" God damn.

She smirked, finding my question quite amusing.

"Seductive," she said, her blue eyes glistered through the dark, "and cute."

Well, not as surprising as I thought. But I blushed anyway, looking anywhere but at her.

Elsa stopped at the red light, and suddenly I had her jacket wrapped around me. I looked at her, expressionless this time, but she stayed silent, tapping her finger on the steering wheel impatiently. Elsa had that firm look on her as she swallowed; her little smile disappeared throughout my staring.

Gosh, she was so caring. And I thanked God for letting me meet her. Or I could just thank the devil.

"You'll catch a cold," she mumbled softly.

"Then you probably shouldn't have turned the AC on," I bravely replied, shrugging her coat towards me. It turned out harsher than I wanted it to be. She continued on the road, and reached to turn the AC off.

"Sorry, it's just that the cold doesn't bother me."

I nodded. "Right."

We stayed silent for quite a while after that, both of us having the sudden urge to hold each other, and at the same time not wanting to, for varieties of reason.

"Please don't be mad, Miss Smith," she told me. I looked at her longing stare. And it was quite apologetic too. "I... I need time. I do want to be with you, I really do. I just can't afford to make mistakes. Especially now."

She finally held her hand out that was yearning for me, itching for my touch. And I took it, no problem.

"Why are you hiding away from me?"

Elsa frowned, and concentrated on the road. For a minute she didn't answer. "Because you'll get hurt," she said.

But aren't hurting me enough?

"Then why did you... first let me in your office when we first met?"

She gulped, looking out the window as I waited for her to answer. This shouldn't be a hard question to answer, right?

"Interviewers... that come in my office are usually... guys. But then, when Olaf told me that someone was changed, and that it was girl, I decided that maybe... I could let you in for a change." She turned to me as I stared at her, trying to suppress my emotions.

"You're so complicated," I whispered as she made a stop in front of the restaurant.

"That's what everyone tells me," she said, slowly leaned over to kiss me in the softest way, her hands caressing my cheeks as I tensed up as a rock. And when I relaxed, I wrapped my arms around her neck. Our lips were a perfect fit together, and I wanted more. I'd admit, I was getting greedy for her. And I had a weird way of showing it. Hell, I wanted badly to push her away, but I continued to yearn for her as she did the same to me.

I ran my fingers through her hair as she continued to kiss me, her hands running over my neck and shoulder, my hips and finally, resting down to my thighs. I let out a soft moan as she made a light scratch on my thighs.

Good thing I was wearing jeans.

"E-Elsa..." I moaned as her lips proceeded to enchant my neck with kisses, her tongue going in circles against my skin.

"You have no idea," she started in a beautifully sexy whisper, as she pulled away. Her intense blue eyes stared straight into my soul as she gave me a tiny bite on my neck. I groaned.

"You have no idea how much I want you..."

I whimpered at her fierce and her hungry growling voice. And I was no match for her. Never was and probably never will be. She was winning in this battle of dominance and I was losing badly.

And when her lips left my overly heated skin, I gathered my strength to whip my head the other way just as her lips were darting towards mine again. I glared at her as she stared at me with intensity and softness.

"You... can't do this to me." I pushed her. "I'm not... yours."

A pause.

She frowned, biting her lips, gripping onto my thigh, hard. Her eyes avoided mine. "Miss Smith, it's been a long time since I was able to smile and be happy like this. You know how much I—"

"But you don't love me." I sighed as she looked down to her hands; the silence around us was suffering. She laughed with a sense of amazement.

"That's why I'm telling you, time is a must for me," she muttered as she slowly turned towards me, her eyes telling me that there was pain in her as she searched thoroughly for my expression.

"I never meant to play you like this. You just make me so happy sometimes," she whispered smoothly and kind of heart wretched, her lips pressed together as she waited for me to say something. I said nothing and she continued. "You... don't like how I'm acting, don't you?"

I shook my head. It was almost laughable.

Only if she would stay soft like this forever, I'd probably like her even more.

"Actually... I like us, you know... like this. But, it'll be complicated if we're not dating, Elsa. Don't you understand?"

"I do want to date you, Miss Smith. How many times do I have to tell you that if I started dating you, and we grow even closer, I might end up hurting you in the worst way possible?"

"Then—"

"My past relationship was left behind in the dust because of me and I really didn't want that. If this happens again, what am I going to do? How am I going to live? How much are you going to suffer?"

"Elsa—"

"How... will I ever begin to love you?"

I stared at her in awe, in shock and somehow, I managed to soften my glare, my heart aching the longer she stared at me, sweeping her hand on my hair.

"I—"

She shut me up immediately, kissing me again, her lips sweeping against mine. And now, it was a battle of our tongues, of gaining dominance. Of course, Elsa won this round as well; her soft tongue continuously going for my lips. She went inside of my mouth, exploring every inch of me, tasting me, and giving me this huge exciting pleasure and extremely mixed feelings. And now, not only was I hungry for food, but I was also hungry for her.

But she stopped abruptly, a strand of saliva sparkling from each of us on the corner of our mouth. I was breathing heavily, and was blankly looking at the gorgeous blonde. And she was just giving this sneaky smile as if she'd done this plenty of times before.

Elsa touched my cheeks, and made its way towards me chin, her thumb pressing against my lips. Oh, I wanted to lick those naughty fingers of hers.

"Flustered Smith is the best," she muttered, seductively.

God, I lost. And badly.

I grabbed her wrist. "Elsa..." I mumbled against her thumb.

"I love it when you call my name," she whispered, a little smile on her face and suddenly she went for my ear, leaving cold chills against me. "I wonder how many times you would continue to do that if you're in my bed."

Oh. My. GOD!

In such an intense situation like this, my stomach decided to growl in the most inappropriate time. Again. Freaking. Again.

"Uh..." I blushed instantly as Elsa stared at me blinking once, twice and then chuckled softly.

"Guess the little monster inside of you wants food, huh?"

More like, wanting you.

I nodded shyly, resting my hands on my thighs, politely.

"Let's eat, then."

We got out of the car, and headed straight to the restaurant; again, her hands went around my waist. I stared up at her, my hands rounded against my chest as she smiled at me, those gentle eyes melting my heart and hurting me too.

As we ate in silence, I occupied my mind with the question of why she'd reject me. I didn't even notice that I was staring so intensely at her. More like... I was glaring at her, eating her alive in my mind.

"What are you thinking about, Miss Smith?" she asked.

I blinked and shook my head, eying my food. There was a short silence between us again.

"Are you thinking about why I would say something like this back there?"

Oh no. But, oh fuck, yes.

Her tone grew dark and she put her fork and knife down as I avoided staring at her. Oh, how obvious I was. Kristoff was right. People could read my mind very easily. I didn't think she would read me, though.

But, what did I even expect?

She let out an irritated sigh. "I told you, Miss Smith. It's for the best if we remain as friends for now."

And suddenly, the fire inside me erupted. "Friends don't do stuff like kissing and touching each other!" I yelled without knowing. And I was just as shocked as she was.

I was expecting her to yell back at me, but instead she laughed.

"Well, then should we be friends with benefits?"

What?!

I blushed heavily, not knowing how to begin.

"Look, Miss Smith," she began, her expression serious and poised, "If I have to say, I'm not ready for a relationship. Not... now, that is. I've hurt many people... including myself. And I hate it so much. I can't bear to see someone else get hurt because of me. Because of me, everyone started to leave me. And I'm scared that you will start doing that too. How many times do I have to tell you the same thing over and over again? I don't like talking about this stuff."

Her eyes glistered in want and care. She had desperation in her. She needed comfort and care. And I was her comfort. She wanted me in such a different way from the way I wanted her.

Goddamn it, Elsa.

She took my hand and gently kissed the back of it. And suddenly, I felt tears on my hand and she was sobbing silently, wrapping both her hands around mine.

"Oh no... Elsa..." I moved near her, surprised at the outburst, and embraced her into a hug, her head against my chest. I softly stroked her soft hair, her shoulders softly going up and down as she cried. And I had no idea why she would cry right here and right now. Did I really tell her such awful words that she had to weep? Was I really that harsh?

I looked down at her as she held my waist, stuffing her head against my chest. But I didn't mind, because she was just a lost soul.

"I'm so... sorry..." she wept, "I didn't mean for this to happen... I didn't mean to make you suffer... I shouldn't have asked you to come…"

What? I frowned, looking down at the girl. I had no idea who she was referring to. But that didn't matter. She was crying, and I needed to be her comfort.

I rubbed her back, hoping that she'd let all her grief out and then finally be smiling again. By then, she'd feel so much better and refreshed. Elsa continued to mumble bitter words as she cried as I continued to coo her into calming down.

"Shhh... It's alright, Elsa. I'm here for you. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled. If it makes you feel better, we can have chocolate cake right now, okay?" I picked up her head and she stared at me, tears staining on her face and her pout... God, that pout was adorable. She sniffled as I wiped her tears, and brought a tissue up to her nose.

"Blow," I said softly and she did.

"Good girl," I said, patting her hair.

"I... I want a kiss..." she mumbled. "I told you it makes me feel better..."

This time, I didn't have a reason to flush. Immediately, I bent down, holding her cheeks and stared at her with the softest expression. She hiccupped as she stared at my gentle expression. Her lower lip made a pout.

"After this, we're having chocolate cake, alright?" I mumbled and she nodded, frantically, sniffling at the same time.

Aw, soft Elsa is just too cute!

I lightly kissed her lips, my hand in her hair as she held my wrists gently. Somehow, this kiss was different. It wasn't for lust; it wasn't love either, but just plain bitter sadness. And it was comforting too. Too comforting that I'd nearly mistaken this as love. It felt like hours passed since our lips were pressed together. But god, this Elsa was a real softy.

I pulled away first, leaving Elsa whimpering as if she didn't want my lips to leave. She was still holding onto my wrists, pouting at me for leaving. I gave out a gentle smile, but suddenly disappeared once she pulled me up against her.

"Elsa... Not now," I mumbled under my breath, as she wrapped her free arm around my waist. I looked around, hoping no one would see this.

"I want to kiss you," she whispered, her voice full of demands as if her outburst was nothing, even though her voice was sort of cracking. God, I actually liked crying Elsa for the first time and now, she'd turn into a hungry cat that was ready to leap at her prey.

"B-but don't you want chocolate cake?" I asked, hoping she would let me go.

She nodded. "I do," she said, a smirk on her face, her expression of crying instantly disappeared like a ghost. Uh oh. She's going to say something weird!

"But I'd much rather have it on you. Naked and all that."

Oh, fucking hell.

I could just faint in an instant. But she let me go, laughing softly this time. I was finally glad that she could joke like this.

She called out our waiter and instantly he brought our cake. It had chocolate frosting! I was beginning to drool at the beautiful cake.

Although it was a beautiful pastry, I devoured the thing like a beast as Elsa savored the taste, moaning in delight.

For a few minutes, we ate in silence.

She began to dip her frostings at my nose and laughed when I yelped.

"You can't play with your food!" I shouted. "Especially food that has chocolate!"

"Well, you can't just gobble up your food like that when you're supposed to savor the taste. It's offensive for the chocolate and food in general."

Okay, I lost this round too.

I was silenced in a snap. "God, Elsa that brain of yours…."

She shrugged. "I only say what I know."

"Then tell me why you have to push me away," I said as my heart took over my mind. And her mood went downhill drastically. She glared at me intensely, turned her head to her fingers, but said nothing. I just continued to stare at her, emotionless, hoping that she wouldn't eat me alive.

"I can't always tell things," she said, her voice angered by my stupid demand. Her glare was stiffening, and I hated it. Obviously she cared for me... and herself. She wanted to protect me... and herself.

She got up from her seat, putting at least 300 dollars on the counter. No, more like slamming the dollar bills on the counter.

"Come, we're leaving," she said coldly, a hand in her pocket and another around my wrist, pulling me up so suddenly.

I stayed silent. I never should've said anything and now, look at what Elsa was doing.

Your stupid mouth just doesn't know how to shut it, does it, Anna Smith?

She put me in her car, and instantly slammed the door, and I almost shrieked at the sudden movement. I was almost in tears, but as soon as she got in, she rubbed her temples, smoothed her hair back and let out a heavy-hearted sigh. I stared at my fingers, worried about what she would say to me. Or rather, do to me next.

Elsa drove off and we were silent for quite a while. It was devastating. I didn't mean to say anything like that... I didn't mean to ask... I didn't mean to pry. I didn't mean to make her angry...

She noticed me sniffling silently, my hands lying on my lap, fingers intertwined with each other.

Elsa sighed, and took my hand, rubbing her thumb softly at the back of it. A single tear dripped to her hand, but she stayed silent, not even bothered by my tears on her. I wanted to apologize. I really did.

She wiped my tears off my cheeks and patted my head.

Elsa Snow, you are so weird.

"Miss Smith, I'm not going to say sorry, but I am going to tell you that what you want me to explain makes me very uncomfortable," she said and her words were freezing. I stayed silent, listening to her soft tone.

"All you need to know is that I need the time and I can't be rushed. I've told you so many times, my past is my worst nightmare and I don't want you to be dragged into it. You'll leave me as soon as I tell you about it and I don't want that happening. You're everything to me and I want you to be protected."

But still I stood silent; sniffling quietly, as she softly cooed me with her fingers.

"I'll tell you everything, without leaving any details about me when I... when I'm much more comfortable, alright?"

"I'm sorry..." I muttered, hiccupping from my cry. "I-it's all m-my fault... I-I don't d-d-deserve you a-a-anyway..." I stuttered embarrassingly from crying.

"You're right. You don't deserve me. You deserve someone better."

My eyes widened as I turned to her. How could she say that?!

"I-I didn't mean it that way, Elsa," I responded in panic.

She grinned softly, letting little bits of her sorrow to go with it.

"I know what you meant. But I'm still going to go with what I just said. You really do deserve someone better."

And there was nothing more to say. She was stubborn as fuck, but at least... At least she was stubborn about me.

She was complicated, alright. But in the best... and in the worst way possible.

"It's getting a bit late. You can stay in my apartment if you want, since it's closer. Is that okay with you?"

I nodded silently. I wanted to stay by her side more anyway.

She patted my head, and reached for my hand to kiss, looking over to see me letting out a little pout. But I grinned a little as I felt her warm smiling lips against my skin.

"Good girl."

A/N: Sorry :( Elsa's not that mean to our poor Anna. She'll be better next time.