I can't remember the last time I saw Elsa on a Wednesday. She's always home and in bed before Rapunzel and I leave for school in the morning...and never home by the time I get back. Her boss captain guy must think she's pretty great at patrolling parking meters and writing tickets to ask her to do time and a half every Wednesday.

The sun hung low along the Manhattan skyline as Anna pressed her forehead against the passenger-side window. Eyes flicked from skyscraper top to protruding flagpole. Uneasy hesitation...but something more, as well.

She's fine right where she is, though. Puttering around in that neat little golf cart with police car stickers and a bajillion flashing lights.

In moments, misty fog covered half of the window, and Anna smiled faintly as she carved swooping arcs into the condensation.

Checking off Manhattan city blocks on her digital clipboard thing.

Being as far away from actual police-y danger as humanly possible.

"Are you getting web-streaks on my nice, filthy windows?"

Blushing hotly at Rapunzel's giggle-punctuated accusation, Anna cringed and yanked her right hand back against her collar. She piped up self-consciously. "N-no." A bashful glance across the pickup truck's center console caused her to quickly wilt under twinkling, brown eyes. "Maybe."

When Rapunzel's reply was just a hum and an arched eyebrow, Anna managed to un-fumble her tongue and stared down at her fingertips. Tiny, sticky bristles on her fingertips, while nearly invisible to everyone else, stood out plainly for her to observe. Putting on a show of confidence, Anna turned up her chin and splayed a hand out on the tan center console.

"It's a pickup truck. I think they're designed to look better when they're dirtier."

And somehow, you not only make a pickup truck work, but...but...

An awkward little grin. Eyes flicked left...and one eyebrow arched. A moment later, cold sweat broke out over Anna's back, and she eyed the door with ill-concealed panic.

Flirting?! From MY mouth? It's more likely than you'd...STOP that right now before she gets a clue and and and...TUCK AND ROLL, BADDIE!

Chuckling warmly, Rapunzel turned into the Goodwill parking lot, and patted Anna's hand several times.

"We're gonna find you the perfect thing for messing around with you new powers in the city. Something a little less conspicuous than my old red and blue pajamas, hmm?"

Sweating bullets, Anna nodded meekly and wondered if real spiders had such overactive sweat glands.

'Course I didn't like wearing your old pajamas and they definitely didn't smell like you wow please shut up, brain!

To ensure complete privacy, Rapunzel barred the entrance to the row of changing rooms...and beckoned Anna over with a finger waggle and a self-satisfied smirk.

"I got you covered, NaNa."

Hanging her head, Anna shuffled along and tried her hardest to swallow all of her sins...while not choking.

I'm gonna need to save at least ten cats tomorrow to make up for...this.

Humming in approval, Rapunzel alternated between cuffing and uncuffing the long, orange sleeves and leggings of the plain-colored jumpsuit she selected for Anna. "NaNa, can you show me again where your webs come out of? I don't want to accidentally cover them up when I hem these sleeves and see a news report about a screaming spider falling into a garbage truck."

Anna nodded mutely, then flipped her left hand up and brushed a finger against the sticky little groove in her wrist.

Ah yes, garbage, my natural environment.

Finally, Anna forced out a weak chuckle, which cut off abruptly when Rapunzel pressed a palm against that sticky spot and teased it, brow furrowed.

I enjoy it way too much when you think my powers are neat. When you explore...like that...and please feel free to do it any time because shut up BRAIN!

With a weary sigh, Anna patted the Janitor tag sewn above her right breast pocket. She knew her blush was untameable, so she just ducked her chin and mumbled.

"I look like a ninja janitor who sneaks into peoples' houses at night and unclogs their toilets."

Pausing mid-pants-cuff, Rapunzel looked up from her kneeling position and squeezed the cuff against Anna's leg. She winked and purred encouragingly, "And saves their cats."

Anna let out an obstinate huff, but her smile grew anyway, and she smoothed out the fabric around either side of the front zipper. Her eyes widened, and she hummed in approval after noticing the lack of accidental adhesion between her fingertips and the jumpsuit's coarse material.

"Why orange, though? I mean, one color's as good as the next to me…"

After tugging the left pants-leg straight, Rapunzel moved to Anna's right, and nodded towards the second janitor's jumpsuit hanging on the wall-rack. "Also getting you that purple one there. Purple's for using in the city. Orange is for when we head up to the national park to get you some practice. Last thing we need is for some hunter to think they saw a flying spider-reindeer and go all gun-ho. You know..."

Blushing a shade darker at the sudden, thoughtful rasp in Rapunzel's voice, Anna shuffled the tips of her sneakers together and gulped. Drew a hand to her collar as her breath quickened...just out of habit? "Y-yeah?"

A brilliant smile lit up Rapunzel's face as she cocked her head to one side and gave a firm tug on the other cuffed pant-leg. "You're capable of so much...you know that? Before. And now."

Bowled over by a sudden and intense rush of feelings, Anna stumbled backwards, tripped over seventy eight percent nitrogen and twenty one percent oxygen...and collapsed in a flustered heap.

LEAPING FUCKIN' LIZARDS SHE'S SAYING SOMETHING SWEET! WHY DO I GOTTA FUCKIN' BADDIE IT UP BY STARING AT HER BOOBS?