Elsa rested her head against the seat on the bus, absolutely exhausted from the long trip. But, it was worth it. After all, it had been awhile since she last saw her family. She was just happy to be going home. See, Elsa's been in the marines for a couple of years. Defending her country was a privilege that Elsa loved to have but she missed her family. She was lucky that they even allowed her to take leave.

Elsa yawned. Thankfully, she was stationed near her hometown so it wasn't that much trouble getting her commanding officer to give her her time off. 'Maybe a nap won't hurt. We're still a long way from Arendelle,' Elsa thought to herself. As the blonde drifted off to sleep, she thought of finally getting to see her little brother.

…

"Excuse me, miss."

Elsa felt a gentle tapping on her shoulder, rousing her from sleep. "Huh? Yes?"

Once Elsa opened her eyes, she never wanted to close them again. She found herself staring into beautiful aquamarine eyes with tiny flecks of gold in them. The girl sitting next to her couldn't be older than 19 years of age, with her silky copper hair tied up in a messy bun. Elsa couldn't take her eyes off the girl. It seemed like it was the same for the girl in question. "Umm, hi. I'm Anna."

The freckled goddess stuck her hand out for the blonde to shake. "Uhm, I'm Elsa."

"Elsa Christians?"

Elsa raised her eyebrow in suspicion, suddenly very wary of the girl in front of her. The redhead finally noticed the blonde's discomfort. "Oh! Your last name's on your uniform."

Elsa glanced down. She had forgotten that she was wearing her navy uniform. "Oh. Yeah. Sorry, it's just that I've been trained to look out for stuff like that. You have to be very alert when you're a marine."

Anna nodded excitedly. "Right! That's actually the reason that I woke you up from your nap, sorry about that by the way. I wanted to ask about your job."

Elsa nervously nodded her head. "Ask away."

Elsa isn't used to talking about her job, let alone talking about it to strangers. She usually only got a "Thank you for serving our country" or a hug from a little kid on the street, not a flat out interview.

"I wanted to know what it's like. I've been thinking about registering for a while now."

Elsa rubbed the back of her neck, unsure of how to explain. "It's pretty exhilarating. I think my favorite part would have to be the training, though."

Curiosity and interest were clear on Anna's face. "What do you do?"

"You know, I could probably take you there to check it out? There's actually one in the town I'm going to." Elsa averted her eyes. She wasn't normally this forward.

"Are you asking me to get off to you? I mean, with you! To your destination. Not get off to you, that'd be weird. Well, not weird, you're gorgeous. You know what? I'm just gonna shut up now because I'm obviously making a fool out of myself and rambling and embarrassing you and-"

"Anna! It's okay. Calm down," Elsa said with a chuckle. She hasn't heard rambling like that since she last saw her little brother, Olaf. "Yes, I'm asking if you want to get off at my stop with me." Elsa's eyes were everywhere but on Anna. "You know, if you want to."

With a face as red as her hair, Anna beamed at Elsa. "I'd love to."

"Great!" As quirky as the redhead was, Elsa liked her and wanted to spend more time with her. "I mean, cool. We just have to stop by my parents' house first. I haven't seen them in ages."

Anna quirked an eyebrow. "Taking me home to meet the family right after meeting me? You soldiers move fast."

Elsa felt all of her blood rush to her face as Anna giggled at her embarrassment.

...

"Oh my baby! My sweet, sweet little Elsie. Welcome home!"

Anna watched as Elsa got bumrushed by three people and a dog. She always wondered what it looked like when a family reunites with kin coming home from war. Now she knows, looking at Elsa being at the bottom of a dogpile. The woman who came running out looked up at Anna. "And you brought a girl home!"

Elsa's face was red from humiliation and a lack of air. "Can't breathe. Get off please."

The woman immediately got off of Elsa and went straight to Anna. "I'm Elsa's mother, but you can call me Delle." She offered her hand and Anna shook it hesitantly. Elsa's father helped her off the ground while Olaf brushed the grass stains off her uniform. He looked over his sister.

"Hmmmm. I don't see any blood stains or gun shot wounds." He examined her arms and legs. "And all of her limbs are intact. Alright, she's okay." As soon as he made sure Elsa was fine and had no injuries, he gave her a big bear hug. "I missed you, sis."

Elsa ruffled his hair. "I missed you too, little bro." For a seven year old, he was pretty mature. Except when it came to hugs. He was a sucker for warm hugs.

Elsa's father had joined Delle's comversation with Anna. "So what are your intentions with our daughter?"

Delle lightly smacked her husband's arm. "Oh, Erin. She told me that she just met Elsa. There's nothing going on."

Erin stroked his beard. "It could be one of those 'random hookup' things that kids are doing nowadays."

Anna went beet red. "No-no, sir. It isn't anything like that."

Elsa bent down to pet Marshmallow, still unaware of Anna's predicament. "Wow. Last time I saw you, you were a pup," she rubbed behind his ears. "Look how big you've gotten."

Olaf leaned down to whisper into his sister's ear. "So who's the pretty lady? She your new girlfriend? Because if she is, I wanna join the marines when I grow up."

She slapped the back of his head. "Olaf, that's not a good reason to serve your country. Besides, she's not my girlfriend."

"Then why are mom and dad giving her the 'new girlfriend talk'?"

Elsa finally looked over at Anna and her parents. After noticing the near impossible shade of red on Anna's face, she decided it was time to go. "Alright, family. I think it's time for Anna and I to go."

Olaf pouted. "But you just got here."

"I know, but I promised Anna I'd take her somewhere. We'll be back by dinner."

Elsa led Anna to her dad's truck. Anna was grateful for the rescue. "I haven't had a first date parent interrogation like that in a while."

A look of surprise was on the blonde's face. "First date?"

Anna grinned. "Yeah, well your parents already think I'm your girlfriend. Might as well make it official, soldier."

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AN: I've been thinking about this two-shot idea that is in some of the reviews and I wanna take a democratic approach. If you want me to do 25 stories/tropes/prompts and then continue them and make them two-shots, leave a number 1 in the reviews. If you want me to do 50 one-shots, leave the number 2.