A/N:

Hey, everyone! I bet you weren't expecting another chapter yet, but I wanted to get it done quickly because like I've said multiple times, I'll be busy. But in order to make up for that, I'm giving you guys a–slightly–longer chapter, because I'm amazing. :p

Enjoy!

I find Elsa and myself seated on the edge of the bed in her room.

"Anna, you know I'll always be by your side right?"

"Yeah, I know. Same here." I bite my lip in hesitation. "Elsa, I...I have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

"I-I…"

My eyes flutter down towards lips, and before I know it, I'm grabbing her by the shoulders and my lips crash into hers. My eyes were tightly shut, and she isn't kissing back.

She isn't kissing me back.

Crap.

My eyes shoot open, and I immediately pull away. I bring my hands up to cover my mouth. Oh, my god. What did I just do?

I gaze at Elsa, and her eyes were as wide as saucers. She stares at me with shock and confusion plastered all over her face.

"Anna, what...?" Her voice trails off.

I nervously clench my fists. "I-I'm sorry. I don't w-what I was thinking-"

"We're supposed to be best friends," she states shakily.

"I know, I know! And we are. I wasn't trying to-"

"No, Anna," she cuts me off once again, a little more firmly this time. "I think you should go. Please."

My breath becomes more ragged as tears start to form in my eyes. "Elsa, please just let me explain!"

She grits her teeth. "No. I need to be alone right now, Anna."

"Elsa, please!" I cry out as I try to reach out to her.

The platinum blonde quickly steps away from my attempt to do so, and she crosses her arms protectively around her middle; a habit of hers whenever she feels emotionally distressed.

Tears fall down my face.

I screwed up.

"Go away, Anna!"

I jolt awake as I sit up in bed. Frantically scanning my surroundings, I find myself panting heavily as reality dawns me.

It was just a dream.

A horrible, horrible dream.

As I turn to my side, I switch on the lamp on my nightstand. Then I sit up and run my fingers through my hair.

She wouldn't actually do that to me, would she?

Okay, Anna. Inhale. Exhale. Relax. It was just a dream.

After taking several deep breaths and once I've calmed down, I glance at the clock.

5:36 AM

Yeah, I think that actually spells out 'way too early'. It's Saturday for crying out loud. I chuckle to myself bitterly. Nevertheless, I remain awake, still sitting on my bed with only my thoughts to keep me company.

I can't do this anymore.

Similar things have happened before, but as time went by, concealing these feelings got harder and harder. Hiding the fact that you're in love with your best friend for two years is anything but easy. I guess it's just taking its toll on me.

Besides these feelings I have for Elsa, I was never one to hide what I felt. Maybe it's time I actually tell someone. I think I'm gonna go crazy if I don't. These feelings are begging to be heard. But I won't tell her just yet, because I'm not ready.

And that nightmare certainly did not help.

Ugh. Why me?

And Belle. I sneer at the thought. What's so great about her anyway? She's only really pretty and smart and refined and kind and a perfect match for–

Ugh, I gotta stop doing that.

Heaving a sigh, I get up from my bed and head to the bathroom. As I switch the lights on, my glorious bedhead fills my view in the mirror. I look absolutely ridiculous. How could anyone ever take me seriously with this monstrosity? I shrug to myself and wash my face. After I've managed to wipe the intruding droplets of water from my eyes, I stare at my reflection intently.

I point a finger at it. "If you got yourself into this–albeit involuntarily–you can get yourself out of it." I huffed. "You are a strong woman and I believe in you."

I felt proud of my little pep talk to myself for like two seconds, before I sigh, and let my arm fall limp at my side.

"Wow, I do look like an idiot right now."

Knowing myself, I would have jumped right back into bed and slept more. But the need to get a glass water won me over. I exit the bathroom and saunter out of my room. When I reach the bottom of the stairs, my eyes fall upon my mom, who was sitting on the couch, sipping coffee. Her strawberry blonde locks whip across her back as she turns around in her seat to face me.

Her facial expression contorts into that of surprise. "Wow, honey. You're up early. You almost never are," she jests.

I chuckle nervously as I tuck a wild strand of hair behind my ear. "Yeah. F-For a change, you know."

The older woman raises an eyebrow. "Anna, are you okay?" She asks as I walk towards the kitchen.

"Yeah, totally!" I chirp as I pour myself a glass of water.

My mom takes another sip from her mug and narrows her eyes at me. "Don't lie to me, Anna Banana."

I nearly choke on the water and cringe at the horrid nickname. "Ugh, mom. Not helping."

The older woman chuckles before getting up from the couch. "No, but seriously, Anna." She makes her way towards the kitchen, then stands at the other side of the counter, facing me. "What's on your mind?"

I set the glass down. "I, uhm…"

"Are you failing in school?"

I was slightly taken aback. I mean, I wasn't an overachiever, but I sure as hell am not flunking. "What? No, mom-"

"Are you in trouble?"

"No-"

"Did your favorite boyband break up?"

"What-"

"Is it a boy?"

"Mom-"

"A girl?"

"I...wait, what?"

Damn, my mom is relentless. I really am her daughter.

She sighs. "Do you like this girl, Anna?"

Me being attracted to girls was never really a problem. I came out as bisexual to my mom when I was about fourteen when I had a stupid crush on one of the girls on the basketball team, and she didn't have any problem with it. She was shocked at first, sure, but accepted me wholeheartedly. I'm so grateful to have her.

"Y-Yeah, I do," I tell her. "B-But I can't tell her that! At least, not yet."

"Why not?"

"Because she's my best-" I widen my eyes, then clear my throat. "Because she likes someone else."

Dammit, can I keep my mouth shut just this once?

She ponders for a bit then gives me a small, knowing smile. "It's Elsa, isn't it?"

I shut my eyes and swallowed. And I don't even know why, but tears cascade down my face as I nod my head and bury my face in my hands.

Not even five seconds later, I feel a pair of gentle arms around me; one hand rubbing circles on my back, and the other caressing my hair.

"I don't know what to do." I croak out as I sloppily wipe my tears.

"Honey, Elsa would never turn her back on you even if you tell her. She's your best friend." She pulls away slightly and flashes me a smile. "And I know you. You may be feisty, but you have the biggest heart and you always have the purest intentions. I trust that you'll do the right thing."

"You think so?" I sniffle.

"I know so." She kisses me on the forehead. "Everything will be just fine."

A wave of relief washes over me. I mean, don't get me wrong. I still feel conflicted, but the fact that I was able to let some of my feelings out to my mom felt like a huge weight lifted off my shoulders.

I give her a teary smile.

"There we go." Her smile then turns into a playful smirk. "Well, I don't know about you, darling, but I'm starving. Help me whip up some breakfast!"

I love my mom.

Later that night, I find myself sitting on the couch beside Kristoff in his room, PS4 controller in our hands, multiplayer split-screen of Call of Duty on the TV in front of us.

"Better luck next time." He smirks triumphantly as I groan and unceremoniously lean back against the couch in frustration.

I lost again.

Leaning forward in my seat, I gaze at the TV screen with a resolute look on my face

"Okay, Bjorgman. One more round!" I voice determinedly as he rolls his eyes in response.

15 minutes later

"Yes!" I chirp as I jump up from my seat and raise my arms above my head in delight.

"Aw, come on!" He groans.

I love winning.

While I'm doing my little victory dance, he shakes his head at me in amusement, then switches the game back into the main screen.

"So, there was something you wanted to talk about?"

Right. That. Before I arrived at his house, I mentioned that I wanted to talk to him about something important (a.k.a. my feelings for Elsa), but decided to delay it by playing video games.

Here goes nothing.

I sit back down beside him and fiddle with my thumbs nervously, avoiding his eyes. "Uh, yeah. It's about, uhm…" I sigh. "Just…please don't freak out, okay?"

The burly blond raises an eyebrow. "What? Did you murder someone or something?"

"What? No!"

What's up with these people and all their weird assumptions?

He chuckles in response. "Then just spit it out, Anna. How bad could it be?"

Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes shut and clench my fists.

You can do, this Anna. It's no biggie. Nope. Not at all.

"I'minlovewithElsa," I utter in one breath. I tentatively open one eye to gauge his reaction. Kristoff merely blinks in response.

"Something about Elsa? What?"

I switch my gaze to my hands and heave a sigh.

A pregnant pause.

"Kristoff...I'm kinda...sorta...maybe" I cough. "...in love with her."

After what felt like hours, but most probably was only several seconds, he says, "I can't say it surprises me too much."

"Wait, what?"

"Kind of had a hunch," the burly blond shrugs nonchalantly. Well, I guess this isn't new. Kristoff does have some sort of sixth sense or something. Still, it's a little frustrating. "I mean, the way you look at her? I kinda thought there was something more, but I didn't really mind it that much."

I cringe. "Ugh, why do you have to be so observant and right about so many things?"

"Because I happen to be a genius." A smirk finds its way to his face. "How long exactly have you been feeling this way?" The blond inquires, his tone turning a little more serious.

"Two years," I reply without missing a beat.

"Wow…" He says, astonished. "Does anyone else know?"

"Yeah," I reply. "My mom does. She guessed it, because I kinda let it slip."

Kristoff grinned amusedly. "That sounds like you."

"Focus, you big oaf!" I chided as I slapped his arm. After a few moments, I start to feel apprehensive again. "W-What do you think I should do?"

He muses. "Well, you could just be honest with her and tell her how you feel."

"That's the thing! I don't know if I want to do that yet because she's my best friend, so I don't wanna risk it, and she likes somebody else-"

"Really?" He interrupts. Who?"

"Belle."

"Hmm," the blond hums thoughtfully.

"So, yeah I can't just-"

"Anna, first of all, Elsa would never abandon you because of that, because she is, exactly as you said, your best friend. And she is a great one. She cares for you way too much to even consider that."

"I know, but-"

"Secondly," he interrupts again, completely ignoring me. "If you do tell her, it's not as if you're going to sabotage whatever she has with Belle. It's not like they're dating, anyway. You're just gonna tell her how you feel. Do you expect anything to happen out of this?"

I shake my head. "No."

"See? You're just going to be honest. Besides, if she really liked Belle, nothing would change her mind about her." He pauses for a while, before continuing. "Really, it's either you tell her how you feel or just keep it to yourself and, well, forever hold your peace."

I sink back into the couch as I ponder on what he had just said for a few moments. He did have a point, but that doesn't mean I didn't feel conflicted at all anymore.

His eyes soften and sighs. "Listen, I do get why you feel scared about that, though. I guess these things aren't exactly easy." Kristoff grins at me. I mirror his expression. "Just...don't stress yourself about this too much, okay? And whatever you choose to do with those feelings of yours, I'll support you."

"Since when did you become a love expert?" I ask with a smirk.

He chuckles and crosses his arms. "My family is full of love experts, remember?"

I giggle in response before hugging him. "Thank you." In response, he wraps his arms around my much smaller frame. "You're the best."

"I know," he quips as we pull away, earning him a well-deserved scoff. "All right, feistypants. Why don't we have another go at it?" He smirks as he dangles the PS4 controller in front of me.

I glare at him playfully before grabbing it from his hand. "Bring it on!"

A couple days later, Elsa and I are walking out of our last class of the day. Freaking finally. I hate Mondays. I mean, who doesn't?

And well, I still don't quite know what to do with these feelings.

"So..." I tentatively break the silence. "How are you and Belle?"

The platinum blonde turns to look at me and narrows her eyes in bemusement. "She and I aren't an item, Anna."

"I know, I know. But I'm just curious, you know? You're my best friend and you've hardly had any romantic interest in anybody until recently." I tell her earnestly as we continue walking. "I'm just sayin'. You should consider asking her out."

Why am I even doing this?

"Anna, it's just a silly crush," she replies, as if she were talking to a child. "And as I've said, that doesn't mean I need to go on a date with her."

"Well, why not? I just want you to be happy, Els."

She shakes her head and playfully rolls her eyes. "I already am. I don't need to be dating someone to be happy." My best friend pauses for a moment. "You really want me to date her, don't you?" She says amusedly.

"I don't." Shit. "N-No, wait! That came out wrong."I frantically wave my hands in front of me as I turn to face her and stop in my tracks. Elsa responds by doing the same. "I just meant that I won't force you to do anything. I just want you to be happy. And I'll always support you no matter what."

And this was true.

As I smile at her, I gaze into the ocean blue eyes that I love so much, as she stared back into mine. They were always so genuine, and a little too easy to get lost in. And yet, whenever I look into them, I feel home. But they seemed a little different this time. They look almost wistful, as if they were longing to tell me something.

"Anna, I need to tell you s-"

All of a sudden, Elsa's phone rings. The platinum blonde reaches for her phone in her pocket, then glances at the screen. She mumbles a 'sorry' before taking the call.

"Hello?" she answers. "Okay, dad….I'll be home straight away….Love you, too." She hangs up and smiles at me apologetically.

"Sorry, Anna. My dad is expecting me to be home soon." The slightly taller girl smiles sheepishly. "We'll hang out some other time, okay?"

"Nah, that's cool. You should probably go. You don't wanna make your dad angry or anything." I chuckle before embracing her briefly, which she immediately returns. "I'll see you tomorrow."

After we pull away, Elsa grins at me. "Bye, Anna," she says before she turns around and briskly walks down the corridors, away from me.

Despite the hoards of students bustling through the hallways, her retreating figure was the only thing my eyes gazed upon before she disappears from view as she exits the school.

She has no idea.

But maybe she should.

A/N:

There you have it.

The last chapter (and maybe an epilogue) will take longer to be published, but I am not abandoning this. Again, it is simply just life needing my attention at the moment.

Thanks for reading.

'Til next time!

Update 8/17/19: Just so it's clear, this isn't a Belsa fic. :)