Passing out while your sister's in labor? Not too good. Injuring your hand while doing so? Welcome to Major Klutzville, population: Elsa.

She never wanted to witness her kid sister giving birth, but Aurora had insisted and you only deny a woman in labor when you have a death wish. All it took was for Elsa to see the head pop out before she passed out. Who wouldn't? The miracle of child birth is not suitable for the eyes of the squeamish. Unfortunately, on Elsa's way down to the cold hospital floor, her hand had gotten cut on a piece of hospital equipment. Which brings us to the present, where Elsa is sitting on a hospital bed of her own, nervously waiting for the nurse to come and stitch up her hand.

As you can tell by now, Elsa isn't too fond of hospitals or anything relating to them. Elsa had begged and pleaded not to be in the room while her sister was giving birth but she was forced to go. And look where that got her. A bruise on her head and a long cut on her hand. So, of course Elsa's a bit peeved off right now. Well, she was until the nurse walked in.

Said nurse turned to Elsa and shot her a warm smile. "Hello. I'll be your nurse today, Mrs...?"

Elsa was silent for a moment, dazed by her nurse's beauty. Flowing copper hair restrained into two pigtail braids, full red lips, dazzling eyes, the picture of sophisticated grace. When Elsa came back to her senses, she could barely form a comprehensible sentence. "Uhm, Elsa. Elsa Belle."

The nurse's smile widened, emphasizing her freckles. "I'm Nurse Dørgen. But you can call me Anna."

Anna's gaze flickered to the clipboard in her hands. "According to this, you had a pretty nasty fall...here?" She gave Elsa a questioning look.

Elsa smiled nervously. "My sister's giving birth."

A look of understanding passed on Anna's face before she looked back at her clipboard. "Well, good news is that you only need some stitches in your hand. Would you like some numbing cream or a full anesthetic?"

"Full anesthetic," Elsa replied immediately. "I really don't like stitches."

Anna giggled. "I can tell. Since it's only a few stitches, I should be able to do the procedure myself. I'll be right back with the anesthetic."

After Anna left the room, Elsa let out a sigh. "Now I see why so many people have fantasies about nurses..."

...

"You know, if we ever got married, your name would be Anna Belle. Anna Beautiful. Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

Anna had no idea where the shy blonde from before had gone, but she was fairly sure that the drugs had done this. Not even a minute after taking the anesthetic, the blonde had turned into a modern-day Casanova. Anna can't exactly say that she doesn't like the flirty blonde, but it's not a good idea to be flustered while stitching a person's hand. Anna didn't take her eyes off of Elsa's hand but her reddening face was all the reaction that Elsa needed. "Yeah, very nice ring to it."

Drugged Elsa smirked. "So, when're we getting married?"

Anna nearly dropped her needle. "What?!"

Drugged Elsa smiled coyly. "Yeah. Then, on our honeymoon, we could play doctor and—"

"Elsa, you're distracting me."

Elsa casually tucked her free arm behind her head. "Well, your sexiness is distracting me. It's only fair that I return the favor."

Anna resisted the urge to facepalm. "But I'm doing a surgical procedure. That could fatally injure you if I mess up."

"But your good looks are fatally injuring my fragile heart. I think that a date is the only cure."

Anna had to smile. "Can't date my patients. Sorry, Elsa."

Elsa's pouty face was slowly melting Anna's resolve. Finally, the nurse groaned. "Fine. We'll go on a date. Only if you let me finish my job without anymore distractions."

"Sure, Sweetie," Elsa yawned. "Anything for such a nice, pretty lady."

Anna blushed as Elsa passed out, the anesthetics finally catching up to her.

...

When the blonde woke up, she looked around the room, only to find it empty. She rubbed her eyes to get rid of the remaining sleepiness and looked down at her hand, all stitched up and bandaged. "I wonder where Anna went."

The blonde shrugged her shoulders and departed the empty hospital room. She made her way down to the maternity ward and looked for her sister's room, hoping that the gory parts of childbirth were over. She got a lot of weird looks as she walked. Elsa guessed it was because of her bed head.

Once she got to the door, she took a deep breath and prepared herself for the worst. As she peeked inside, she saw the most beautiful scene anyone could picture. Her sister holding a lovely baby girl, family members looking at the baby with faces of adoration and love. Elsa felt her own face doing the same as she stepped into the room.

All attention snapped to her. Once again, Elsa received weird looks but she ignored them and walked towards her sister and new niece. "Oh my goodness, she's so beautiful. May I hold her?"

For some odd reason, Aurora only smirked at her sister. "I don't know, Els. I don't know what you've been doing and who you've been doing it with."

Elsa's face was a picture of puzzlement. "What are you talking about?"

Aurora's husband, Philip, decided to speak up. He gestured to Elsa's face. "You got a little..."

Elsa whipped out her phone and turned on her front facing camera. Her face was covered in lipstick kisses and there was a Post-It note stuck to her forehead. The lipstick was a red color so she knew exactly who had done this to her. She let out a soft groan. "Anna..."

Aurora's smirk never wavered. "Who's Anna?"

Elsa yanked the Post-It note off of her head. She smiled as she read what it said. "My nurse...and my date for Friday night at 8, apparently."