A/N: Hellooooo how are you?

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"So," Agnarr yawned, plodding his way into the kitchen and starting up the coffee machine. The pleasantly thick smell of his preferred dark roast whipped through the house, and even though Elsa wasn't one to drink coffee- especially black, bitter, dark roast coffee like her father- she couldn't deny the amiable smell of ground beans.

Overall, it just smelled like warmth.

Father was up, mother was usually soon to follow- once the strong aroma seeped into their bedroom. "How're things?"

"Things?" Elsa questioned between bites. She was perched at the kitchen table with a bowl of cereal because, honestly, after last night she needed something cold. A hot breakfast might just overwhelm her. Anna had successfully sneaked- snuck- sneakified? Ninja'd? Elsa wasn't sure here, but ninja'd sounded good. They'd successfully ninja'd Anna out of the house not fifteen minutes ago. It would have been significantly earlier, but their goodbye 'peck' at the door had ended up lasting more like fifteen minutes, and with a lot more tongue than a quick peck should've entailed. "Good?"

"You and Anna," he clarified, turning towards his daughter and resting against the counter. He took a moment to sip his hot coffee then continued. "How'd your talk go?"

Elsa blushed. She tried to hide it because- well, because she was blushing at such an innocuous question. But the singe to her cheeks and the dopey smile were certainly noted by her father. "Good- uh great- good. It was good. We're good. Great, actually." Okay, stop. Not too eager. She bit her lip. Stop! Giving! Yourself! Away! She shoved a bite of cereal in her mouth, hoping that stuffing her cheeks would hide any betraying expressions.

"It does seem so," the man cryptically mused. "Doesn't it, honey?"

"Mmm, it does indeed," murmured Idunn, who was now moseying her way into the kitchen to join her family. "What seems like what?"

Agnarr gestured towards his daughter with his coffee mug. "Elsa's talk with Anna. Seems to have gone well."

"Dad!"

"Oh, yes, it certainly has."

"And what's that even supposed to mean?" Elsa defended, crossing her arms.

"Well, first of all, sweetheart, you have that love-struck smile back on your face." Her mother pointed out with a teasing grin. "The one you only get around Anna."

Elsa blushed furiously, pulling her shoulders up and lowering her head, as if to hide within a physical fortress created by her embarrassment. She opened her mouth to say something, but really couldn't bring herself to make more than roughly one squeak. Maybe like half a squeak came out. What exactly constitutes one full squeak, anyway?

"Oh don't be so embarrassed," Agnarr appeased. "It's the very same way I look at your mother," and quite honestly, that statement didn't to anything to assuage Elsa's flustered mind.

"Oh sweetheart, we do find it quite endearing." Again, certainly not helping. Elsa found herself rather upset with her chair, as it wasn't large enough to swallow her whole.

"Second," the man of the house mercifully- please let it be mercifully- continued. The blonde was about to relax, when her father's next words slapped her in the face, almost physically stinging and leaving marks of whatever shape words would leave. "We couldn't help but notice that Anna didn't leave until, well, this morning."

"Oh. My. GOD." Elsa- she- she didn't even know! She couldn't tell if her heart had stopped, died from embarrassment, or if it was thundering monstrously through her temples with a fight or flight response. The room was hot. Like, hot hot. Temperature-wise, not the hot that last night was. Stop! Was it possible to get a sunburn without the sun? Because Elsa was getting a sunburn without the sun. Her entire body was red, and being still visible (much to her dismay), she groaned and slammed her head on the table.

Thud!

It hurt, but it was better than looking at her parents. "You noticed?" she mumbled. Probably not a good idea. Now, the coffee didn't smell warm, it smelled like embarrassment. She was sure she'd never look at dark roast the same way.

Taking a cleverly timed sip from his mug of limitless ways to tease his daughter (read "coffee"), Agnarr shrugged, a chesire smile crinkling his crow's feet. "Well, we do know what Anna's car looks like, yes."

Of course. The car! Duh! Elsa, having not moved, laced her fingers together behind her head as if adding an extra layer of invisibility. She took a moment- a long moment- to chastise her inability to foresee the obvious.

Anna's car.

How could she possibly forget such a glaring detail?

Don't answer that. She knew exactly how. But thinking about how wouldn't help her situation. She tried to shirk the memories from last night, but they were still quite tingly. Elsa didn't know what to say, so she just mumbled under her breath. She was already honestly ready to just die. To drop dead right there, because surely there was a lethal dose of humiliation in life and she had exceeded it?

"I'm- I'm sorry," she muttered.

"Oh, don't apologize to us," Agnarr laughed. "Apologize to Anna for keeping the poor girl up for half the night."

"Dad!" She hissed, fixing him with a glare that probably held no weight. In fact, it probably came off as more pleading than anything.

If only Anna were there. She could turn just about any humiliating situation to her advantage.

"Oh, relax, dear," Idunn cut in, placing her hand on Elsa's shoulder- which was rising and falling significantly with her audibly labored breath. "You're old enough to make your own decisions."

Elsa blinked.

She looked at her mom, who was smiling reassuringly. Then to her dad, who was now hiding the last remnants of escaping chortles behind his coffee mug- his embarrass Elsa mug. But his richly hazel eyes were wrinkled with a genuine grin behind it all.

Her gaze swapped back to Idunn, then Agnarr again, and repeated a few more times while she processed everything.

They knew. They knew about- about yeah. That. Apparently, Anna had not successfully ninja'd away this morning.

Elsa, despite the searing, almost painful blush scorching her cherry red cheeks and sensitive ears, smiled. Just a small one. Tiny one! And the room seemed to stop caving in around her, and suddenly she wasn't as angry at the chair for not swallowing her whole. Though, it really wasn't there for her when she needed it most, was it? So maybe she could stay a little mad at it.

After a silent moment, she brought her shoulders to her ears and looked down, as if to hide her face as she spoke. Her voice was soft, higher pitched than usual. "Can we- can we, um, never talk about this again?"

Idunn chuckled, soothing at Elsa's arm- which was shaking. She must have noticed it was shaking. Elsa was shaking.

Her father simply shrugged behind his mirth. "Sure thing, kiddo." A wave of relief washed over the girl, and she had just enough time to relax before he added "just, next time, ask Anna to keep it down a little, will ya? Some of us were trying to sleep around here!"

"Agnarr!"

"DAD!"

But that was not the last they spoke of it.

"My parents teased me quite a bit on Saturday," Elsa perched herself gracefully into one of those bizarre plastic cafeteria seats that so many schools seem to be fond of. She placed her lunch on the table as she spoke, the lunch hour just beginning. She largely ignored the background noise of the students flocking around like a school of fish.

"I know what you mean," Anna sing-songed, setting herself across from Elsa. Best view in the house, she proudly determined each and every day she got to eat with an eyeful of the gorgeous young woman. "Rapunzel wouldn't leave me alone until I gave her every last detail."

As she settled, the younger girl rested her face on her knuckles and wrapped her free fingers on the table. Her seraphic freckled cheek mushed cutely against her hand, and Elsa noted that Anna was making no effort to hide her hickey. In fact, the way she was leaning seemed to be an invitation for others to find it. This actually- well it created a swell of- of pride? And- and Elsa couldn't place what else. A swell of pride. One that also tingled a little.

Oh, right. Arousal. That. Yeah.

Pride and arousal.

But, like, even so- "every detail?" Her voice came out higher pitched than expected as she leaned in, hunching her shoulders.

"Oh, don't worry Elsa," Anna answered, waving her hand dismissively and playfully rolling her eyes. "I stopped just short of telling her all about how you licked my-"

"Anna!" The blonde hissed, glancing around to ensure no prying ears happened upon such private knowledge. Her face flushed, and even her chest. Curse her naturally pale (but entirely alluring and almost surreally beautiful, in Anna's opinion) complexion! "We're in public!"

But, well, Elsa pinched her knees together in any case. Anna could tell by how her upper body shifted.

"You didn't seem to mind that on New Year's Eve," the redhead shrugged, but there was a trace of a smirk on her face.

"Kissing is-"

"Making out, you mean-"

"-is different-"

"Sucking face, groping, teasing," Anna began listing upon her fingers all the things that they publicly did on New Year's Eve. Which, by the way, could really be counted on one hand, but it still made her point! She examined the rafters above as she spoke. It was only when she felt the cool touch of Elsa's hand on her own that she returned her attention to a severely pink Elsa, and, subsequently stifled a titter.

"Different!" Elsa emphasized, "than talking about what I did to your- your-" again, she checked her surroundings for spies, "parts."

She didn't even miss a beat. "My parts could use that again," Anna winked, giving the hand in hers a squeeze for good measure.

"Anna!" She chastised, throwing her hands up in exacerbation, but she was laughing, too. Elsa crossed her arms over her chest and sat back a little, straighter. She tried to glare at her partner, but the fact that her shoulders were bouncing in timid mirth and she had to chew at her lip to snuff a smile really didn't help the facade.

"Elsa," Anna purred, drawing her posture inward and reaching her arms across the table. She wiggled her fingers to indicate her desire, to which Elsa responded. She broke that self-conscious self-hug that probably bestowed little comfort anyway. Anna almost frowned as the sad thought occurred to her that, even though hugging one's self brought little comfort, it was likely often the closest thing to a hug that Elsa could find. Okay, so, the fix then, would be to hug Elsa a lot more. Make up for all those hugs that the girl missed before. Yes!

But, unfortunately, there was distinctly a table between them, and by the time Anna's brain had processed all this, Elsa had obliged her request for hand holding.

So, for now, Anna settled for protectively gripping Elsa's hands in her own from across the table. She found depth in the look that those big, clear, blue eyes were giving her. Elsa appeared thoughtful for a moment, and still a little unsure of herself. Her eyes darted to Anna's neck, then back. She worried at her lip as she pretty much whispered. "Well, I- I suppose everyone- everyone knows just by looking at you, anyway."

"And," Anna arched her brow, closely searching Elsa's face for any signs of regret, no matter how minor. "Is that a problem?"

But no signs came, and Anna couldn't help but smile at the swell of pleasant warmth that Elsa seemed to summon just by creasing the corners of her mouth upwards.

"No, I- I don't think it is."

She couldn't help it. The redhead reached a hand up and gently brushed those strands of platinum hair out of Elsa's face, gliding her fingertips gently down the contour of the girl's cheek. She could tell that it made the elder shiver, and Anna liked that. "And don't worry, Elsa," she said softly, soothing circles into the elder's cheek, who was now leaning in to her touch, "I'm not gonna go around announcing the details of our private life- especially our, like, private private life."

This earned a little chuckle from Elsa.

"And I certainly won't do anything that would make you uncomfortable," Anna added.

Elsa considered this for a few silent moments, then nodded. "I um- I don't mind if people find out," she gestured to the hickey, "or even if we tell our friends that we've had- had sex." She paused, taking a breath and closing her eyes. She was steadying her nerves; Anna could tell because the lithe fingers in her own went tense. She rubbed the back of Elsa's worrying hands with her placid thumbs, it appeared to calm her. "They just don't need to know the graphic details."

"Good, because I kinda like my new beauty mark."

"Hmm," Elsa hummed in agreement, nodding. "I like it too. It- um," she blushed, looking quite unsure of her words. But Elsa could dish it, so she said it anyway, albeit executed a tad rushed. "It lets people know that I'm yours."

Anna grinned wide. Really wide. But not creepy wide. Okay, maybe creepy wide. It crinkled her eyes a little- or a lot, and made her dimples stand out against her freckles. That fluttering of her heart, it was- it was light. Warm. Comfortable? No, uncomfortable. But in the best way, ever! "Well, well, well," she teased, "looks like you need one, too," she gently poked at the pulse of Elsa's neck.

"Looks like I do," Elsa winked. She winked! And oh God- Anna was- ooh she felt a lightheaded there for a moment. Her heart! It's- okay good, it's still beating. Just really, really fast. There was a pause, and both girls sighed contentedly as they stared into each other's eyes for a moment. A long moment. Possibly long moment. They didn't know. But certainly a nice moment.

A shout from somewhere within the crowd broke the reverie.

"Ehem, So, uh-huh, what'd your parents say, anyway?"

Despite herself and how monumentally uncomfortable the encounter with her parents had been, Elsa smirked. She wasn't going to miss this opportunity. "Well, they said they're okay with it." She paused, waiting for Anna to relax- this was going to be too good. And, Elsa had to admit that it did occur to her, in that moment, just how much like her father she was. But that only served to embellish her cheery spirit with additional confidence. She was a far cry from that shy, isolated girl that she'd been for as long as her memory reached.

After audibly sighing in relief, Anna grinned this little impish, lopsided grin she gets when an unsavory, lascivious idea fronts itself to her. She bit her lip briefly and opened her mouth to verbalize whatever saucy comment was on her tongue-

"-But, they asked that next time you keep it down a little so that they can sleep," Elsa interrupted.

Anna blinked. Twice. Her face flushed red. "Um, excuse me, but what you were doing to me felt way too amazing for me to keep it down. You know that, Elsa!"

The elder just shrugged nonchalantly, in contrast to her rather heavy hitting heartbeats. "I do suppose it would serve us well to not act like horny teenagers, though."

Anna narrowed her eyes playfully. "Um, Elsa, I hate to break it to you, but we are horny teenagers."

Okay, okay, stop! That little chuckl thing Elsa just did! The one where she giggles but doesn't open her mouth to let it out and- and hides her little cute, beautiful smile behind the fluffy wonderfulness that is her braid!? Yeah, that one! Anna swooned a little.

"Well, yes, but we could at least act like- like horny adults."

Anna guffawed, actually, literally slapping her knee as she recoiled in laughter. Well, she tried to, but that darn table was in the way. So, instead, she produced a loud thunk when her hand collided with the tabletop, but hardly noticed as she practically wheezed. "Elsa- Elsa you're- you're going to kill me."

The murderer simply watched on, amused and indulged herself in soft chortles at her own joke.

"Well, it's fantastic to see you two back to being an old married couple."

"Kristoff, shut it," Anna tried to be indignant as she gave his arm a friendly slap, but she was still laughing too hard for that mess. Elsa's blush simply renewed its lease on her face and she looked away.

"Thanks, Kristoff," she muttered.

"Hey, I only speak the truth," he shrugged, sitting down.

"Whatever, Christopher," Anna emphasized and exaggeratedly rolled her eyes as she spoke. She barely even noticed her sentient hand wriggling itself to intertwine fingers with Elsa's. But, like, she certainly wasn't gonna tell it no.

The boy groaned, but before he could retort, they were interrupted. Again.

"Elsa! Anna! There ye are! We got big news!" A giant maw of hair such a ferociously fiery color that it made Anna's look blonde swallowed the table momentarily, and Anna had time to wonder if she'd escape from the red prison of tangled tresses as a loud crashing noise resounded, the entire area shaking from Earthquake Merida.

Elsa jumped nearly out of her seat. "Merida! What!?"

"I," the Scot said, standing upright and looking entirely too proud of herself. "Found us an archery competition to join. What do ye say?"

The girls looked at each other. Anna raised her eyebrow at Elsa and shrugged. "It's up to you."

And here, now, the blonde proved definitively to herself her growth over the last year. Her trepid statement to Anna during their trip to the club expo what seemed like an eternity ago floated through her mind: nothing with a stage or competitions. Wow, that seemed like a lifetime ago. She smiled warmly to the redhead she'd grown so close to. If only past Elsa knew how silly she was being, sulking in her premature and unfounded acceptance that she would never, ever be anything more than a friend in Anna's eyes. Oh how wrong she was, and oh, oh how strangely like crying Elsa felt right now!

She thought how her definitive answer not so long ago would have been no.

But then her demure self met Anna.

And she found herself actually excited for some competition. "Yes."