AN: Well… I guess another shout-out to my three reviewers, Pixargirl, Loopin' Lunan95, and Sassymouse. Just a treat for you if any of you ever actually get to this point. :P

Day 11

Anna found herself on a castle terrace, the same secluded place where Elsa and Merida had had their first official date, such as it was. Aimless wanderings such as this were common for Anna when she found herself alone, and she wasn't sure how she had ended up in this area.

She was brought out of her thoughts by the sight of Kristoff, at a little table, sipping tea from a comically-undersized teacup.

"Oh, haaai, Kristoff," she said disarmingly, waving to him. "What brings you out here?"

"Well, it's teatime, isn't it?" he said pleasantly. "So, I'm having tea."

She sat down opposite him. "And how is it?"

He shrugged. "I don't see the appeal. Tea? At the same time every day? Just seems unnecessary."

She reached out and took his hand. "Well, you're not supposed to have teatime alone, sweetie. Why don't we start having teatime together, you and me?"

He raised his teacup to her in acceptance of her offer, and she giggled.

"So… wow… how crazy different have things been since we had sex?" said Anna, sitting down and suddenly bearing a manic grin.

"Pretty crazy different," he replied dispassionately. "I've barely seen you since then."

Anna winced. "Ooh. That's not the answer I was… expecting. I'm sorry. I'm just… I'm totally crazy about my cousin Rapunzel! She's my best friend, I think. I never had a best friend before. Aw, don't be jealous or anything. I'm completely crazy about you too. My man." She stood up and went around the table, where she started pawing at his body. "My beautiful, strong, powerful man. Don't worry, you'll be seeing more of me. Rapunzel won't be here forever. And anyway, we owe all of this"—she did a seductive hip sway in his direction—"to her, you know. To Rapunzel. She told me how to… express how I feel for you. What I want from you. Sorry, from us."

He placed his hands on her hips. "Well, I'll have to thank her, then."

"Mm-hmm!" Anna said jubilantly, sitting down in his lap.

"So… what else do you want from me-slash-us?" he asked her.

"Oh, nothing you need to worry about right this minute," she said, tapping a hand against his cheek. "I just want to know you, Kristoff. In ways I haven't yet."

He nodded. "I get what you're saying. And… well, I've pretty much just been going with the things you've been talking about, but… why, again, can't we sleep together again? What's all this about being the right time…?"

"Oh!" Anna exclaimed. "Did I never explain that? No, I guess I didn't. Well, I only want us to have sex on my safe periods, so I don't get pregnant before we're married. Those are the days before my actual period, which is due on, approximately, the fourth of April. So we'll have a chance to sex each other up in those few days before then, then we gotta wait another month."

"Wow," Kristoff remarked. "That is a lot more planning than I'm accustomed to from you…"

"It's called practicing safe sex, Kristoff," Anna said solemnly. "Gotta take it seriously. So… yeah, I'm sorry I've been spending so much time with Rapunzel. She's new and she's cool, but she's got her own kingdom to run, and she won't always be here to distract me from you. You know I completely adore you." She thrust her hand down between his legs and grabbed.

A full-body shudder ran through him at the touch. "Take it easy there, cowgirl," he laughed.

"It… was… magical," Anna said passionately. "I'm really looking forward to when we do it again. I'm gonna try to learn some… tricks I can do."

"Oh, for sure. Me too."

"Really?" She ran her hands over his chest again. "You liked making love to me, then?"

"I sure did." He kissed her.

Anna sank into the kiss, pressing her body as close to his as it possibly could. "Lemme ask you something… something important…"

"Yes?"

"…Do you like my breasts?"

"Oh, are you kidding? Of course I do. I've always been crazy about them."

Anna pouted. "Why? They're not big."

"I don't care," he said, absent-mindedly staring. "I love them." Right through her dress, he pinched her nipple.

"Ouch."

"Sorry." He kissed her forehead.

"So," she said gently, interlacing her fingers on the back of his neck. "Have you been reading those books that Elsa and Merida recommended? Those Marvel books? Apparently, it's like a six-book series, but it's not… totally apparent… at first? Well, those two are certainly right, I've never seen a series of books that worked like that. I'm still halfway through The Brute, which comes… between the two A Man of Iron books? Doesn't make much sense…"

"Really?" said Kristoff. "Only two books in? I'm nearly done with the fourth."

"Wow," said Anna. "And the fourth is… the one with Thor, right?"

"The Legend of Thor, yes," said Kristoff. "I'm not sure I approve of these Brits' depiction of the Scandinavian gods—claiming they're some sort of advanced alien civilization. Very implausible. I might have to write them a strongly-worded letter."

Anna tilted her head. "Aren't you Sami?"

"Yes, which means I'm more Scandinavian than you."

"Wow," Anna remarked. "Touchy."

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In the depths of the royal stables, the numerous horses and lone reindeer stood in their stalls, occasionally nickering in irritation at the noises coming from the seemingly empty stall at the end of a row.

In that stall, Merida and Elsa slowly, shakily got to their feet. They were both dazed, seeming only half-conscious, and their faces, necks, and chests were smeared with each other's lipstick.

"Oh my God," Elsa said in contentment. "You are… so wonderful. I don't know how I ever lived without you." She reached into her cleavage for the handkerchief she was keeping there, but her fingers were stiff and numb and couldn't grip it.

"Allow me," said Merida. With one hand, she held Elsa's body still in place and with the other, she retrieved the handkerchief, slowly, savoring every bit of contact with Elsa's skin. Deft as she was, her eyelids were drooping and her jaw slack.

"So amazing," Elsa went on, taking the handkerchief and beginning to scrub away at Merida's face. "The only thing better than making out is making out in really weird crazy places…"

"I'll drink to that, as soon as we get our hands on a drink," Merida replied, smirking. "You're a great snog, lass, and you just keep getting better."

"I have a good teacher," said Elsa, gently kissing the tip of Merida's nose.

"I'll wear the hickey on my chest like a badge of honor," Merida whispered, making a mocking gesture toward trying to bite Elsa's nose.

"Eee!" Elsa exclaimed, backing away. "You're just… so… amazing." Completely forgetting her task of cleaning Merida's face, she reached out a single hand and set to fondling Merida's breast in an absent, repetitive motion.

"I want to…" Merida began in a whisper, but didn't finish. Elsa looked up at her curiously. "I want to… do this all over again someplace else."

Elsa beamed. "Yes… yes… more kissing and touching and squeezing, that's… that's all I need."

They both sighed and averted their eyes in disappointment before turning to face each other again.

"All right," said Elsa. "Well, let's get our faces cleaned up, have some dinner, and then… what do you think, does the clock tower sound like a nice place?"

"Lead the way, my darling," Merida said sweetly.

They kissed, gently, tenderly, before running out of the stables hand in hand.

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AN: Does this chapter move anything forward? No, not really. The things I write are, first and foremost, slice-of-life, and more often than not it means an actual slice, separate, not connected to what came before and after. I wish more fiction had the guts to do that every once in a while. Things like the party scene in Avengers: Age of Ultron, just… give our characters some time to kick back and party and not worry about anything. Stories require conflict, of course, but give our characters some time to breathe once in a while, I say.