Hello m readers! Sorry for not posting this morning. I woke up late for work :/

Anyway, here is chapter 21 for you! This chapter will deal with an ever important issue for college students around the world…MONEY!

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Guest 1: It was not intentional! I will go give that video a look see! As for the sex drive, I can say from personal experience that being hot and sweaty all the time does make me hungry for some lovin'! I'm still bouncing around the idea of a more kinky lemon chapter for Elsa and Anna, but if I do it I will certainly be giving life to my more erotic ideas!

Winterwonderland4343: Thank you so much!

Leelan: Trust me, my friend, there is nothing as good as a fine ass! I'm just kidding, but not really xD. Yes, I wanted to address the whole thing with being tired, because a good friend of mine lost his sister to a car accident when she had not been sleeping. Sleep is important!

Kyoko-nyaa: I love koala's! I'm glad that you can relate to the weirdness. I can too. It makes us all better, less tense people!

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To the chappy! I think you can expect the next chapter by Monday, and it will probably be in the afternoon!

"Stupid test..." Anna grumbled, sitting in the passenger seat, her arms crossed like she was a child throwing a tantrum. Which she may as well have been, because it was starting to get on Elsa's nerves. Yesterday, she understood that Anna was upset and annoyed about it, but now, leaving the testing center, it made no sense as to why she was still mad about it.

"It's over, Anna. Stop complaining." She said, trying to keep the edge of annoyance out of her voice. It was amazing that she could even be remotely annoyed with the girl after this morning. Waking up next to Anna in her own house had been, bar none, one of the happiest moments of her life. They had slept together before, but never in her house. Of course, she was still peeved about the fact that Anna had gone three days with no sleep, but that had led to them sleeping together for almost fifteen straight hours. Apart from that five minutes that Anna woke up at three.

Elsa couldn't remember a time that she slept so well. Her sleep was usually tormented with nightmares about her father, or about her brother, or about everything in general. Not last night though. She had actually dreamed last night, and they were wonderful. Of course, one of them left her in a mood for something that she wasn't about to go prying for with Anna, who had not slept for so long.

Thank goodness Elsa woke up so early all the time. Her shower had been a bit more...exciting than it usually is, in the form of her releasing some pent up 'tension' that her dream gave birth to. When she was done, she realized that she had been making a lot of noise, and for a moment she feared that Anna may have heard her. Unnecessary fear, as she remembered that Anna was an athlete, and today was Saturday. Athletes were genetically programmed to sleep like the dead on Saturdays, staying in dreamland until someone came and forcefully woke them. That also rang true, because Elsa had a supremely difficult time trying to wake her up in time to go back to her dorm. She needed to shower and change, and unfortunately there were no clothes at Elsa's house.

Before long, they were on the road to the testing center, and both of them were happy and content. Until Anna realized what she was heading to do, and then she became gloomy again. That gloom had carried through the drug test and into the truck on the way back to the Freeze.

"Still a fucking stupid test..." Elsa turned an exasperated glare on the redhead.

"Language. Now, enough about the test. It's over. it's Saturday. Do you have homework to do?" She asked, trying to get the girl to think about something else. She didn't want to be greedy...but she really wanted to spend some more time with her. Inside, she felt bad, especially for her friend Laura. The girl had been Anna's best friend and roommate for three years, and it must seem like Anna has completely dropped off the face of the world.

"Yeah. I also told Idun th–"

"Laura. You told Laura." Elsa snipped in. Anna glowered at her.

"Idun," Elsa rolled her eyes at the persistent use of a stupid nickname. "I told her that I would go shopping with her today. A new Dick's opened by the mall and she wants to go." Elsa, dispelling her initial jealousy at Laura stealing Anna from her for the day, thought carefully about how she should go about this.

"What about you?"

"Say what? What about me?" Anna asked. Elsa took careful seconds to plan out what she was saying. She didn't want this to turn into something...sour. She herself had made a crazy scene out of this exact thing.

"Do you not like shopping?" She posed, deciding to take a longer route to where she wanted to be. Luckily, Anna pushed straight to the center of the shrubbery maze. Something that was refreshing about the girl. She didn't beat around the bush sometimes.

"Yeah, except for the part where I'm poor like, all the fucki-"

"Language!" Elsa chastised in irritation, casting an annoyed glance at her girlfriend. Anna scowled at her, rolling her eyes at the prudish nature Elsa let show from time to time.

"I'm poor most of the time. Daddy sends me extra money sometimes, but it's not a lot. I live off like, a hundred and fifty bucks a week." Not a lot, all things considered. Doable, considering also that Anna doesn't pay for things like electricity or utilities or anything like that, but still not much.

"Do...do you want some money?"

"Wh...what?" Elsa cringed at the neutral tone in Anna's voice. It sounded so...superior. So condescending, asking Anna if she wanted money to go spend. It's not even the way she said it. Just the entire premise of the question itself was...bad. High and mighty.

"You said you don't have much spending money...would you like some? I mean...I have a job, and you don't and all that..." Elsa stuttered, trying to sound like she had an inkling of self-confidence in her at all. On second thoughts, her reasoning was actually sound. She did indeed have stable income, even if she didn't really need it, and Anna didn't.

"Are you offering me money!? Fuc–er...awesome! Elsa, I'm a broke college student, I'll take whatever I can get! How much we talking here? Ten? Fifteen?
Well...I was thinking more along the lines of five hundred...but she obviously isn't... Elsa thought with a grimace. How much seemed normal? three hundred? No...still seemed too much to be a normal handout...

"Uh...how much do you want?" She posed, deciding to get a read off of Anna. She didn't much care, whether Anna said a hundred or ten thousand, it meant nothing to her. Thanks to her grandmother, money was...inconsequential.

Not to say that it was all roses either. Elsa had always thought it a curse, what her grandmother did. It made her life easier, to be sure, but it also made her life miserable, at times. Especially times when he came to find her.

"Well...if I say some number that is borderline insanity, you won't get...you know, mad or anything right? It's not going to be one of those things that I promised I would back off on?" Elsa understood her girlfriend's hesitance. The first time money had come up, they had spent a weekend not speaking to each other at all.

"I offered, Anna. It's alright." She assured the girl, knowing that she was going to have to be comfortable with this. Eventually, she would tell Anna the truth about it all, but not yet. Soon.

"Alright...well, can I have a hundred? I kinda...I kinda need a few things..." Her look of slight shame and embarrassment immediately dispelled Elsa's fears about this. In all honesty, one hundred dollars wasn't all that ridiculous either.

"Like what?" Elsa asked. The reddening of Anna's cheeks, enough to match her hair, made Elsa frown. "You don't have to tell me if I'm prying!" She blurted out quickly, trying to recover.

"It's okay...I mean, well...sorta. Alright, look. Idun and I don't really wear...traditional underwear, normally…" Anna said slowly, watching Elsa. She was probably looking for some kind of reaction, and it was all Elsa could do to not give one. Anna was telling what kind of underwear she wore! Good lord, her heart could beat out of her chest any moment. She didn't know why she was embarrassed about this all of a sudden. They had sex already, many times, but all those times Anna wore normal panties, if not nice lingerie ones a few times.

"We both wear compression shorts for underwear, and those are a tiny bit more expensive than panties are..."

"How much are compression shorts?" Elsa asked out of curiosity. She had heard of female athletes choosing to wear things like compression shorts over the conventional panty. She had also heard of female athletes who abhorred compression shorts. It was a pretty even mix from what she saw.

"Um...for a good pair...about thirty bucks..." Anna trailed off sheepishly, and Elsa had to fight a choke.

"Thirty!? For a single pair?"

"Yeah...I know it's a lot. And those aren't even the expensive ones."

"No, it's not that," Elsa shot out quickly, not wanting Anna to get the wrong impression. She pointed behind her. "Get my bag." The soccer player retrieved said bag, holding it on her lap, her hands poised above it like she was going to tuck into a lobster dinner. Elsa had to give her a smile while she pointed.

"Top left pocket. Should be cash in there."

Anna dug for all of two seconds before a gasp left her. Elsa blushed, knowing exactly what she had found. She carried a decent sized stash of cash on her at all times, lest she need to disappear for a bit while her brother covered her tracks.

"Elsa! These are benjamins!" She exclaimed, holding the hundred dollar bills like they would crumble in her hands.

"Take two. A hundred will only buy you two pairs if you want other things as well." If Elsa could have taken a picture of the look of that Anna's face adopted when she heard those words, she would have framed it and hung it in her house. It was like a child who has just gotten a roll of quarters at the arcade, or a college student getting money to go buy clothes...wait.

That's exactly what it was.

"Elsa! Thank you so much!" Anna cheered, folding two of the crisp bills and sliding them into the pocket of her sweatpants. She leaned over and plopped a series of wet, smacky kisses on Elsa's cheek and neck. A wide grin split the mentors face, knowing that she had been the source of Anna's good mood. It was a nice change from the gloomy girl that had been moping about her test all morning.

In a way, Elsa felt supremely good about this, but in another, she felt weirdly stressed by it. Was...was she buying Anna's affection? Before now, they had not gone into any discussions about money, but she literally just gave the girl two hundred dollars to go shopping with. In all the times that she heard about failing relationships, or relationships that were never good ones, money was always a large part of it. Of course, Anna had never asked specifically for money, Elsa had offered. Was that different though?

"Do you want anything?" The question caught her off guard, and she gaped for a moment before clamping her mouth closed.

"What?"

"Do you want anything while I'm out shopping?" Elsa didn't really go shopping all that much, seeing as she did nearly all of her purchasing online. Not that she was uncomfortable with going out to a mall, she just didn't do it often.

"No, Anna...thank you..." This felt wrong. This whole situation felt wrong, and she didn't know why. It wasn't like she could tell Anna to fork the cash back over and deal with not having money. She fought the feelings back, knowing that she was only being nice. There were no ulterior motives to her handing so much money to her new girlfriend.

She couldn't work, she couldn't cook, for god's sake she couldn't even watch television without her mind running off on a wild rant about how her and Anna's relationship was about to become all about money. The girl had been worryingly silent since she had left earlier to go with her friend, but Elsa had convinced herself that it was because shopping was something that required undivided attention.

She had broken down twice since the car ride this morning, fear gripping her in ways that she wasn't aware it could. This mistake could be taken every one of a thousand different ways, and it scared her senseless. Why had she just gone and given out so much cash? Not a week ago she had freaked out about Anna asking innocent questions about her house, and that was about money. No, today she goes and just fives out money like it was nothing.

Anna must be arguing with herself about what to do with someone as inconsistent and frail as Elsa. One week she's flipping out about money, the next week she's just giving it away. It had to be running circles around her head, and that wasn't fair at all!

She felt another panic attack coming on and grabbed for her phone to dial the one number she didn't think she would be calling so soon after this relationship started. The phone rang only once before being answered.

"Elsa? What's wrong?" Her brother's voice came through the line like a massage, soothing her erratic nerves.

"I think I messed up..." She whispered into the line. She hated this. She hated being so weak that every single little thought about something ending up not as she planned reduced her to a whining ball. She had managed to sail through college and graduate school without too many breakdowns, but with Anna...she was so weak when it came to Anna. She was scared, and that fear broke her apart like no standardized test ever did.

"I doubt that. Unless you called him to come sign papers, then you didn't mess up. What happened?" She frowned at his casual reference to their father, but shook it off. Anna was more important. No matter how this relationship went, Anna would be more important.

"So, I have a new girlfriend..." Elsa spent the next while telling him about Anna and how they had met, how they had flirted, both successfully and unsuccessfully, and how they had patched things up after the first misunderstanding. After about twenty minutes, Elsa had finished telling him everything he needed to know.

"So...Anna said she was going shopping, you gave her some money, and now you're worried that she thinks you're buying her?" He analyzed. She nodded, though he couldn't see it, it was reflex. Anna probably thought that she was as shallow as they come. That she thought the soccer player was just a possession, something she could buy and use until she was tired of her.

"Pretty much..."

"Did she say anything about that? Did she look upset?"

"What? Uh...no, not really."

"Then don't worry about it." Her brow furrowed at her brothers words. Don't worry about it? How could she not worry about it? This was serious!

"But, how can I no–" She began, but her brother had his words ready.

"You're guessing, Elsa. You are guessing that Anna is thinking that. You can't guess at how she is feeling, and then act off that. Not only is it stupid, but also unfair to her. This is exactly how that first little tizz or whatever happened. You both started guessing. Stop it." He said.

"I am not guessing!" She snapped, suddenly angry that her brother was right once again. No matter where he was, no matter what he was doing, he had always been able to know exactly where her mind was.

"Yes you are. Did Anna tell you, or ask you, anything about why you were trying to buy her love or whatever you said? Did she say anything other than thank you?"

"No! That doesn't mean she isn't thinking it!" She retorted.

"Listen to yourself, Elsa! You mean to tell me that you are worried about what she might be thinking? Even though you will never know unless she tells you?"

"Yes."

"You're being stupid. If it worries you so much, then call her and ask her. Or text her. Either way, I have to go. Please call my cell next time." The line went dead, and Elsa dropped her phone to her lap, staring at it like it had suddenly betrayed her as well.

Olaf was right, as he always was when she came to him with problems. He understood her fear of her own thoughts better than she did. She pulled her legs up into herself, hugging them and thinking about Anna. Should she call? Should she not? She reached down and grabbed the phone, her fingers flicking through menus until she was dialing Anna.

The phone rang a few times until it was answered. "Uh...hey..." Anna's voice was low. "I'm in the fitting room, so I kinda have to be qu–"

"Anna, do you think I'm trying to buy you?" Elsa interrupted, too jittery and nervous to worry about what the girl was saying before. There was a shuffle and a silence that lasted barely a few seconds. To her, it felt like forever. Like the longest minute of her life, while Anna was preparing the most hateful and spiteful speech in order to tell Elsa that she was a shallow whore who thought money could get her anything she wanted.

"What? Elsa, that's fucking stupid! No I don't think that!" Anna hissed into her end. Elsa ignored the language that she would normally chide the girl for. Her mind slowed down, and she allowed herself a calming breath. Anna doesn't hate her. She doesn't think anything is weird with the money.

"I'm sorry, Anna...I got...nervous that you might think that..." She explained. It really wasn't fair at all that she just dumped that question in Anna's lap and now she was apologetic. She heard a heartwarming scoff.

"Stupid, Elsa. That is stupid. If you were doing that, you would have given me like, a thousand bucks or something crazy like that..."
I was going to do that... Elsa thought to herself ruefully. Did that count though?

"Regardless, no, I don't think you are trying to buy my love or something retarded like that." Elsa breathed a deep sigh of relief. She knew she would have to reign in these insecurities if she wanted this relationship to continue. Things would get easier with time, yeah, but she had to keep herself under control and trust Anna to tell her if something was wrong.

"How is shopping?" She asked, trying to fence the topic to something that wasn't so sensitive or problematic. Or maybe not. She had just...talked about it right? This was over now. Or it should be.

"Amazing, all things considered. Idun actually isn't trying to make me try on everything in the store, like she tends to do. I swear, she takes me along to be her scale model or something like that a lot." Elsa let a short giggle out at the very idea. A blush crept along her neck and cheeks at the thought of Anna being a scale model for something more...intimate...

"Seriously though, Elsa, thank you for the money. I know that money can make things weird in a new relationship, but until you start showering me in jewelry or new cars, then I won't ever think you're trying to buy me." She felt much better at the words. They made her previous anxiety just as stupid as both Olaf and Anna had said it was. There was almost no reason, now, that she could ever doubt herself.

"But...if you do plan on all that...I would really like a Maserati..." She didn't even need to see the girl to know that a cheeky grin was plastered all over her face.

"Anna!" She chided playfully. "You are not getting a Maserati!" Her heart melted at the quiet laughter that came through the line, and allowed the infectious happiness to seep through the phone. Just the idea that she had brought a smile to Anna's face, in any way, made her feel...just wonderful. Euphoric, actually.

"Did you find the shorts you wanted?" She asked finally when they had stopped their mutually affectionate silence. Maybe it was just her, but it was like just hearing Anna breath made her feel nice. Made her happy and content.

"Uh...yeah...do you want me to send you a picture of me in them?" Elsa face ignited like a fire covered in gasoline, and a tightness twisted itself into her belly. A hand unconsciously went between her legs as a shot of arousal burned through her.

"R-really?" She stammered, suddenly worried about what might happen. She wasn't sure why it was such a daunting topic. She'd had the girl reduced to a screaming wreck often using her tongue, so why was Anna sending her a picture in underwear so…intense?

"Do you want one?"

Elsa bit her fingernails, squeezing her eyes shut in embarrassment. She couldn't believe herself.

"Yes…I really, really do want one."

Have a good weekend everyone! Monday afternoon! Be here!