Day 58: In Which Anna Is Indignant

"YOU DIDN'T KISS HIM?" Anna shouted, and Elsa rushed to lower her phone's volume.

"I'm regretting calling you, Anna."

"You don't mean that."

"I probably don't," Elsa agreed with a sigh.

Anna grinned triumphantly. "So what gives, Elsa? He was right there, and you did nothing?"

"That's untrue," she protested, looking away from her phone.

Anna rolled her eyes. "Right, you gave him a handshake. I've seen more action in children's movies, sis."

Pulling her legs to her chest and hiding her face on her knees, Elsa mumbled, "What else was I supposed to do?"

"I don't know, say something like, 'You're really good with your hands. Bet you could use 'em to help me with something else...' and then you tie him to the bedpost or whatever."

Elsa scoffed, "What is that, the plot of a cheap porn movie?"

"Life imitates art."

"You're calling that art?"

"Don't be a snob, Elsa. You're the one who came up with the sexy plumber roleplay anyway."

"I didn't—Can we please change subjects?"

"Nuh-uh. Who knows how many months it'll take for you to make another move!"

"About that…"

"I mean, you could always blow up another pipe to get him to come back."

"Not that I blew up any pipe the first time, but..."

Anna clicked her tongue."You cook him stuff all the time, right? Make something that he has to eat at your place. Like fondue. Ooh, you can make chocolate fondue!"

Elsa watched her sister's expression changing from annoyed, to focused, to excited, to absurdly proud of herself in a single moment.

"Anna…" she called, but her sister didn't seem to hear her.

"Hey, Kristoff, can you find strawberries this time of the year?" Anna shouted from over her shoulder, then looked back at Elsa with a silly grin on her face. "Kristoff says you can, so—"

"Anna, I'm not inviting him to eat here."

"Why not?!" Anna cried, sounding like Elsa's words had inflicted real physical damage on her.

"Because I already did."

"Wait, what?"

"He's coming over tomorrow."

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT SOONER?"