A/N: This chapter has not been revised for errors. I have to go, but I'll do it later.

Anyway, here's the second part of…

For the Growth of the Flower of Love: You must sow the seed

Episode Five (Second Scene):

"Oh my fantasies!"

Anna: "My plight began under the ignorant rays of a Saturday morning heating sun.

Kristoff: Must you be so dramatic?

Anna: "Yes. Now hush and listen.

Kristoff: …

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It's not that I am completely unromantic. I am a fifteen year old girl, and just like many (if not all) others, I too have imagined how my first date would be like. Something along the lines of magnificent carriages pulled by white horses, handsome tuxedo-clad boys and beautifully polished Tiffany's jewelry. Which, now that I think about it, it's as idealistic as it is fantastical. But, well, a girl can dream, no?

In any case, even if I threw myself of my perfect (and very high) cloud and landed on this lackluster world, I still wouldn't have added spending half an hour sitting on my front yard's bench, under the scorching sun, waiting for my unwanted date to arrive and finally pick me the fuck up so we could get this done and over with.

I retrieve a napkin from my small light green purse to dab at my sweaty forehead. I could have waited inside. In fact, my mother had insisted that I wait inside so as to not ruin the little make-up she had managed to paint me with: mascara, slightly pinkish lip-gloss and a barely visible blush to my cheeks. But as always, I had to act against her. My idea of rebellion was to sit outside and mess with the pretty picture my mother had made of me. Yet, as it seems to be the norm lately, it backfired.

I wipe the sweat from my upper lip. I really should have waited inside.

I'm in the process of wondering if I can get away with arguing with Elsa about her tardiness (which is inexistent; she's not late, I simply finished earlier thanks to my mother's eagerness), or maybe if I can somehow blame her for the horrible disarray my hair will be in if its kept waiting under this humid heat any longer, when a white and austere vehicle nears my house. It is long, with more doors than I've ever seen in a car and not a speck of dirt in sight; as if it had been washed minutes prior. The sun reflects on its spotlessness and almost blinds me from the sight of a luxurious limousine parking before my yard.

My eyes widen in inevitable astonishment. It is surreal, there's a who-knows-how-many-feet-long limousine parked before me, waiting for me! Is my mother seeing this from behind the window? Are my neighbors snooping in on this and wondering what the hell did me and my family do to get this kind of attention?

The chauffer exits the limousine and just like in the movies, walks around the vehicle to open the door for its other occupant. I hear a 'Mademoiselle' whispered from his lips right before he bows his head slightly. Did you get that? He bows! Then he stands rigidly by the door and waits for her to step out.

A pale leg with another slit up its length appears first. It looks enviously smooth, with a white heel covering its foot and a thin layer of light blue fabric covering the tops of her thigh. The rest of her body follows. Like a princess of the highest caliber she exists the limousine, delicately, gracefully even in her high ass heels. Her dress is quite simple on this occasion, skintight yes, but there are no snowflakes in sight. Her shoulders are bare (again), and the only embellishment is given by a silk scarf that's donned over her feminine shoulders.

As she reaches her full height, I reach her visage, and as if I had not been expecting Elsa to be the one arriving at my doorstep, I am left speechless. Her makeup is simple as well, at least in the general area of her face: a soft rosy lipstick and a similar color on her cheeks. Her eyes however, are done in a way that brings them out. With their blending of light blues and white tones and the perfectly placed mascara, they capture you, enthrall you. Even if you do not wish to be seized.

I most certainly have no desire to be arrested by her orbs. And yet, I find myself mute like a plebian in front of royalty. A subconscious command raises me from the bench and moves me nearer while Elsa smiles gratefully at her chauffer.

She notices me then.

I catch a subtle raise of her eyebrows, a trifle enlargement of the blue eyes whose irises seem to me to be suddenly brighter. I gulp, and try to think of something, anything, that's bitchy enough to stop her from adding insult to injury, from giving me a charming line that will continue to tarnish the perfect fantasy of my first date. Because this is not how it's supposed to be, but it's so close, maybe…maybe even better. Except that is not. I will not accept it. It's not supposed to be with Elsa but with a handsome boy on a carriage. No, not with Elsa on a limousine with a chauffeur and a dainty smile. It's just not!

I do not have to hurt myself thinking of a tangent, for Elsa is also at a loss for words. She plays the role of goldfish more graciously than I do though, and I imagine that the chauffeur is internally laughing at how easily we are making fools of ourselves.

Elsa recovers her eloquence right before I death-glare the unsuspecting driver. "You look very –"

"Where you going to keep me waiting until I melted?" I rush. Seriously, seriously rush, so as to not hear what sounded to me as the beginning of a cliché (and therefore part of my fantasy) compliment.

Her jaw snaps shut. Her gaze turning from pleasant to stony. She glances at the silver watch on her left wrist. "I was tardy by merely two minutes."

"You are still late". I shrug.

Her jawbone visibly tenses. I prepare myself for an argument, the first of many, but it doesn't quite arrive. I can see her doing her best to control herself, and instead of backlashing she simply stands to the side and motions for me to enter the limousine. "Shall we?"

Another scene soiled. My gallant suitor would have said the same thing, albeit with a better disposition, and led in the same manner for me to enter the magical carriage that would have swoop me away towards our most romantic evening. Is there no way for me to prevent her from destroying my dreams?

Yes there is.

I stand my ground. "You first."

She lifts an eyebrow, taken aback for only a second, "Is there a problem?"

"No." I say nothing more.

She stares, for like five seconds. Counted. Then rolls her eyes like I'm the most insufferable thing she has ever encountered and enters the limousine without another word.

I smirk at her disappearing back. Anna-1, Elsa-0. Why I'm keeping score of a nameless battle with the princess, I do not know and find the answer quite irrelevant anyway. At this moment, I'm just utterly annoyed at having to spend my Saturday on a date I did not agree on.

My smirk lasts for all of three seconds. The ride within the spacious, but very dark and very silent, limousine killing my sparsely found good spirits.

I have a staring contest with the tinted window, but can easily see from the corner of my eye the fleeting glances Elsa keeps sending my way. I wonder how much prodding her father had to do for her to participate in this farce. If any. Did she come willingly? Is she enjoying taking my freedom away just like my parents? Just like her father?

I suppose if I wanted any kind of answer I would have to ask her. But I'll admit that I'm proud. Too proud to act in a manner that might seem like begging.

My pondering is cut short as the limousine comes to a stop. The chauffer opens my door, and from the framework of it I can see the middle portion of a huge building. Gray brick, metal edges, and a regularity of big windows. Where are we?

I look at the edifice trying to make out what it holds. The stairs are too broad and steep for me to see the entrance from my sit.

"Anna?" My head jerks towards Elsa. She has her infamous eyebrow raised making me suspect her question was unfinished. I'm pretty sure what she wanted to ask was more along the lines of, 'Anna, could you please move the fuck on?' The please is there because I doubt anyone can even imagine an impolite Elsa.

I reply by returning my gaze to the building, then giving her a side glance, then back towards the building once more before I dare say directly to her face, "Do we really have to do this?"

I say it like it pains me, because it does.

Elsa takes a breath and holds onto it. She glances outside the door and seems to think on it, but ultimately answers, "Yes."

That's it. That's all I get. No reason or explanation. Just a less resigned and more resolute, yes.

It ignites me. "Why the fuck?"

"Anna, just step outside." She insists, like the argument I'm trying to bring forth has no place to be.

Unluckily for her, I know how to insist as well, "Why?"

"Because we have to." She says it with such controlled vehemence, that I wonder if she has been brainwashed.

I squint my eyes and shake my head at her craziness, "No we don't!"

"Our parents planned this for us." She nods her head once, and I don't understand how that is even a reason to begin with. Yeap, she's been brainwashed. Or I was right all alone (about at least one thing) and she's a robot. There's just no other way she would feel such duty to follow her father's orders (because that's what they are, orders) if she weren't programmed to do so!

"So? I planned a lazy Saturday and a marathon of Naruto, but clearly my parents did not feel compelled to respect my plans, so why should I respect theirs?" My logic is sound. I dare anyone to refute that.

Elsa doesn't even try, "It's already done.", she says instead.

I feel like pulling my hair out, which is even more frustrating because I actually like my hair, "No is not." I whine. "We can turn back and go to our respective houses. End of story."

The stupidly stubborn blond shakes her head, "We have to do what has been asked of us."

"No we don't! I'll show you." And I proceed to do just that. I cross my arms over my chest and lean back on my seat. And I stare at the other end of the limousine, nonspeaking, but mostly unmoving.

A few minutes go on like this, until Elsa seems to catch on, "….just get out."

"No." I continue my exemplary lesson by stretching my legs as far as they can go and placing them on top of the seat that's before me, by the other side of the door, blocking her passage out of the limousine completely. "See? I'm not doing what you asked of me, and therefore I'm proving that we don't have to do what is asked of us. Especially if we don't want to."

Elsa stares at me incredulously. At my overall behavior perhaps or at this particular daring act of defiance, who knows. What I do know is that the subsequent huff that expels from her lips and the slight raise in her tone is a definite indicative that she's had enough "Anna, get out!"

However, I am not one to be ordered around. I thought that was pretty clear. So I mock, in the form of what is probably a very familiar raise of an eyebrow. I can't see myself in a mirror but by the vexed look on her face and the Oscar-worthy roll of her eyes I am almost certain that I nailed it.

Elsa retrieves her purse and stands as best she can while still inside the limousine, all in one motion. She moves towards the door but halts before my legs that are still propped on the other seat. She glares at me, clearly waiting for me to move them, but I'm just so comfortable like this. So I stare back, not quite glare because that would mess up my perfectly lift eyebrow.

It gets messed up anyway though when Elsa doesn't wait for me to be compliant to her demands or even argues with me to get out of her way, and simply steps over my legs. Literally. She holds onto her dress and raises her leg, one before the other, over my two extended ones, and exits the limousine without looking back and completely uncaring of the possibility of crushing a part of me with how hard she threw the door.

Well! Would you look at that, the Princess has claws! Maybe I should start calling her Wolfie, Princess Wolfie.

Whatever. That was amusing and all, but I still refuse to leave this limousine. Now even less that the space has somehow become larger. I guess mom's right! The lack of an annoyance really does make you feel happily bloated. Looking around, I have no doubt that I will be quite entertained, what will all these trinkets and stuff. Ooh! Is that a wine cabinet?

I have the full intention of finding out, I'm already leaning out of my seat, when a blond head pops through the window. How did she even open it? "Anna, come out, because even if you don't the chauffeur is not going to take you back. I'm going to go inside, and you are going to wait for me right here. And just so you know, I can be in there for hours, I promise."

And just like she came in, the blond head goes out. She's sticking around the door but I just shrug my shoulders. What's with her? If she wants to go in by herself, then be my guest! It's obvious that we will both have more fun without the other anyway.

Well, as much fun as you can have inside a limousine, alone. Which brings me back to my current quest. I hope Elsa's dad is not just a show off and this cabinet actually has wine.

"Anna – " Ugh, her again. I turn towards her, expecting another ridiculous argument to lure me out. Instead I get suspicious dark blue eyes, "What are you doing?"

I realize that it might be confusing how I somehow managed to jump from the seat closest to the door the one farthest from it, in only a few seconds. Honestly, I don't even know how I did it. I must be thirsty. "Nothing."

Her orbs almost disappear behind her eyelids in her dubious expression, yet she changes topic completely. "Do you want to melt?"

What the-? Freaking non sequitur. She must be short-circuiting.

"Ah…no?"

"Then come out already, because I'm going to make James turn the conditioner off, and then you'll really melt." Who the hell is James? Ah wait, that must be the chauffer.

This bitch! With her challenging eyebrow that has more personality than she does and her threats and her knowledge of how much I hate heat! Not as much as I'm hating her right now though.

It seems I have no choice though. I am not about to spend who knows how many hours in a sauna. And so reluctantly, I drag my body out of the comfy limousine.

It takes a short while for my eyes to get accustomed to the brightness, but even then the stairs are still too steep for me to see the entrance of the edifice, and the rough designs on the windows are not helping the cause either, leaving me as ignorant as ever about the contents of the building.

I step slightly to the right when the chauffeur, James, finally has the opportunity to close the door of his vehicle. It is then that I see a sign to the left at the bottom of the stairs that reads: Boca Raton Art Museum.

Oh my God. My insides rumble.

…A Museum.

I don't know if to laugh, or cry, or whine. Maybe a combination of the three?

My first date is going to be in a freaking Museum!

Hello Records Guinness? I would like to compete for the title of Most Boring Date Ever!

I sigh. Could this get any worse? Ah, what kind of question is that? I'm about to spend my Saturday in an ass-boring Museum, with Elsa. Clearly it cannot.

I should try to be slightly more positive though, because on the bright side at least Elsa won't be spoiling any more scenes of what was supposed to be my perfect first date. After all, in no part of my fantasy would Gallant boy have taken me to a Museum! He would have charmed in a Fair or something equally as fun.

I tell myself this, over and over again, as we begin to climb the steps. But try as I might I can't help but fall into the dark and awfully gloomy side of this endeavor.

I'm about to spend my entire Saturday inside a tedious Museum. With Elsa.

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Kristoff: So you made it difficult for her from the start.

Anna: I was keeping it real!

Kristoff: …

Anna: …

Kristoff: Then I suppose that was the last of it? And you behaved…somewhat…after that?

Anna: …Actually…that was only the start.

To be continued...

A/N: So as you can see this s not the whole chapter, again. But is kind of long, so it could count as one, no? Anyway, I'm thinking of updating scenes now instead of complete chapters. To see if I can update faster. It also lets me put much more attention to each scene, and I believe, that makes them better.

What do you think? Also, what do you think of this scene/chapter? Was it entertaining? Do let me know!