This time it was Anna's turn to think things over. She had a feeling with what Elsa was trying to tell her, or rather, was telling her, that this was something Elsa would want an answer to.

Of course, adding that Anna was exactly trying to figure out where she stood on her feelings for Elsa right before she'd shown up, Anna was in a lurch.

"To be honest, I...don't know," she said slowly, carefully considering her words.

Anna looked up and winced at the crestfallen look on Elsa's face. "Wait, please...hear me out?" she asked, her voice taking on a soft note.

"I was trying to figure that out...I don't just go around kissing girls, you know."

"Well, it's never made it into a tabloid at least," Elsa muttered.

"Wait, you read tabloids?" Anna asked, disbelief clear in her tone.

"No! Belle does...and I may...thumb through a few..." came the half-hearted protest.

"Uh huh."

That got Anna a glare from Elsa, her blue eyes narrowing. "No deflecting, Anna!"

Anna sighed and nodded her head. "Of course. I've kissed a few women, usually, yes, with alcohol involved...but...this was different. In the past, I always thought of them as...haha, that was silly. This time, I found myself thinking about it...thinking about how this was...so different. I...regret you stopped us...and at the same time, I'm glad that you did."

Anna looked over at Elsa to see her reaction. Sometimes Elsa could be hard to read, even for her.

Years of having a crush, and she'd had no clue. Of course, Anna had always chased after boys, not even thinking that her best friend who never did that might have a different reason other than none of the boys being worthy of her attention.

"So I'm not sure where we go, Elsa. I'm really not. So why don't we do the same thing anyone else would do if they're trying to figure this out?" Anna said, intentionally raising her voice in the universal way that indicated she was asking a question.

Elsa arched an eyebrow at her and then chuckled, shaking her head as she took the bait. "And just how is that, Anna?"

"Elsa Glace, would you go out on a date with me?" Anna asked, a smirk teasing her lips as she tilted her head. It surprised her when Elsa laughed. "What? It's a perfectly logical starting point!"

"It's not that," Elsa admitted, smiling. "I just always thought I'd be the one asking you out...not you asking me out on a date."

"Well, fine -"

"I accept. Text me the details," Elsa interrupted before Anna could finish taking it back. "I mean that. You can have the fun of planning a date."

Anna sat up straight, like she had a pole for a spine. "I can do that. I'll even remember to tell you the details," Anna added with a playful grin.

"Well, that would be helpful," Elsa told Anna.

Anna nodded. "Okay. Sooo..."

Elsa stood up and shook her head. "Nope. Not going to help," she said, guessing Anna's train of thought.

"Oh, come on!"

"You're my closest friend, Anna," Elsa told Anna. "I'm sure you can easily think up something we'll both enjoy as a first date. A first...official date, at least."

Anna cocked her head at that and considered all the times they had hung out, getting to know one another. She smiled. "Of course."

Elsa headed to the door. "Look, Anna, if you ever want to...make this place...more you...let me know. It's...not you."

Anna nodded. "It's a rental...but when I get a place more permanent, you're the first person I'm calling," she promised. Anna didn't miss the way Elsa flinched at the comment about this being a rental. SHe followed Elsa to the door and before she stepped out, pulled the taller woman into a hug. "I am glad this is something we're taking a chance on. And I promise, we'll always be friends."

She felt the nod and then let Elsa go, watching her walk to her car.

Now she had to plan a date.

A few days later and Anna was at her wit's end. It wasn't that she didn't have options...she had too many options.

Of course, a key factor was making sure Elsa could make it to the date...which meant making sure Anna knew her forthcoming schedule. That would be very important.

That also meant she had a certain ace in the hole, so to speak.

She snagged her phone off the coffee table and stood up, texting Belle. This would hopefully be easy.

A: Too busy for lunch?

B: You know how my boss is, an evil ice queen of a task driver...but she does allow for lunches.

A: I need your help. Meet for lunch. My treat.

B. Ooo. And I'd hope so. Your net worth is more than my yearly salary for the next ten years.

A: Ouch. Meet you at the bistro near your office.

B: Ciao.

Anna grinned and then tilted her head as she grabbed her purse and car keys, heading out. She took a deep breath and let it out as she climbed into the driver's seat. Connections were really helpful.

It didn't take long to get over to the bistro, now that she was learning all the shortcuts and ways around town. She pulled in beside Belle's car and headed inside, her eyes adjusting to the dimmer light after Anna blinked several times. She walked over to where Belle was sitting and then picked up the menu that was waiting, scanning it before deciding on what she wanted.

Anna set the menu aside and settled back in her chair. She saw Belle glance at her phone and then sigh.

"All right, Summers, some of us do have to work for a living and can't get by on our pretty faces, so why did you need to talk?"

"You could easily get by on your pretty face," Anna retorted with a smirk. "I need your help."

"I have been expressly forbidden from helping you plan a date with my boss," Belle said with a smirk.

"Shit." Anna sat back and rubbed her face. "Can you make sure no emergencies crop up that only she can attend to at least when I figure out what to do for a date? I want this to be...perfect."

Belle was quiet long enough to make Anna a little...a lot...nervous. She knew better than to interrupt the brunette's thinking, however.

"Don't make it perfect," Belle finally said. "She's not some Hollywood starlet looking to be dazzled, Anna. She didn't date a lot in college. There were a few and they were...disasters. Just...be you. She's liked you for so long, I'm pretty certain you can't mess this up."

Anna chuckled then looked at the server coming over to take their orders. She gave hers and then handed the menu back. Once the woman walked away, Anna leaned forward, resting her arms against the edge of the table.

"Actually, this is me, I'm almost certain I could easily mess this up. I can probably think of about five different ways I could mess up."

"Then don't," Belle answered.

Anna nodded. "So you won't, or can't, help me plan this. Don't go fancy, and you will make sure that there are no work emergencies."

"I'll do what I can. You just need to plan the date. Let me know when. Let her know when." Belle smiled. "Seems like you really want this to work out, Anna, if you're this worried about it going smoothly."

Anna blinked then shrugged as she thought about it. "Yeah, I guess so. I have loved spending time with Elsa. It's something I enjoy and look forward to. It's kind of lonely otherwise. I can't stop thinking about that kiss," She blushed to her roots and looked away from Belle's grin.

She looked over when she saw movement and smiled to see their food on the way. Saved by food. Always nice.

Anna was back home, browsing the internet. She wasn't finding anything here she wanted to do so she decided to hit up some of the other towns, a few of which were bigger. Her eyes fell on a theatre listing and she grinned, before ordering tickets. Perfect.

She read the details and then went to find some place for them to have food, making reservations before the show.

Now she just had to let Elsa, and Belle, know.

Apparently Belle was right - she'd been overthinking this too much.