Author's Note: Oh my god, I am SO sorry for taking forever to post this! This last month has straight up kicked my ass up and down a mountain! A baptismal, a wedding, the Baltimore Riots, getting prepared for my new job this summer, getting back into college, a friend opening the world of Fairy Tail without my permission! It has left me exhausted and distracted beyond all belief. But a PM from EmStark awoke me to how much I was depriving you guys and I forced myself to sit down and complete this new chapter. Lots of Anna hate from that last chapter, but I expected that. For all of you who had the good graces to post a review telling me of your moral dissent towards her methods, fear not! This is not some minor plot point that will merely fade into the background of an unrealistic fairy-tale happy ending. It will come back quite soon and I hope what I have planned is satisfying to you all. To the Guest who said Anna needed to be kicked out, I do understand you view but your review was utterly unhelpful and left me disappointed in myself. I am sorry if I disappointed you with that last chapter, but the only way for me stop that from happening in the future is if you leave something constructive that I can take into consideration for future chapters. To SnowAngel02, you're review was incredibly helpful and I appreciate it immensely. As a writer, I tend to forget that I have the scenes of the story already pictured in my mind while readers don't and that apparently showed itself last chapter. I believe the problem lies within the length of the chapter and I have attempted to remedy that with this one. If the problem still persists, (and this goes for all readers) feel free to tell me and I will try to lay off on the minute details. Once again, thank you all for reading, following, favoriting, and reviewing. Feel free to do any of those last three I just mentioned and here's to hoping you enjoy this chapter. Hobey-Ho!

Feelings Revealed

Doors. Endless doors. All closed. All unmoving. Taunting her. Blocking her. Imprisoning her. Crying. Someone was crying. And banging. Loud, insessent banging. Coming closer. Voices. Shouting. Calling. Wood splintering. And pain. Growing pain. Horrible pain. Terrible, unstoppable pain. No more. Please, no more. Make it stop. Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP!

Anna jolted from her sleep, sitting straight up in her bed with her eyes wide in terror. Sweat coated her entire body, her heart thudding in her chest as if she had just run a marathon. The sound of blood racing through her veins in its rhythmic fashion monopolized her hearing as she quickly looked over to her door, finding it to be exactly as she always left it. Only slightly ajar, never fully closed. Still breathing heavily, she looked over to her alarm clock to find its simple red display informing her that it was six thirty-seven in the morning. She groaned at the realization that she had woken up an hour-and-a-half earlier than she had wanted to and the fact that she was too awake to fall back asleep.

Grumbling to herself, she threw the covers off her body and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she retrieved her hygiene bag and a fresh set of clothes before heading off to the bathroom. Seeing the door open automatically told her Elsa wasn't occupying it and she pulled the door closed, but not fully, as she stepped in. Hearing muffled noises coming from Elsa's room, she pressed ear to the door and made out the sound of a female voice that was not Elsa's giving various encouragements. Recognizing the voice as Jillian Michaels', she figured that the blonde was exercising (Most likely using Xbox fitness seeing as she could afford it), and hopefully finish her morning routine before Elsa finished her work-out. Abandoning the door, she strode to the back of the room and shed her clothes, piling them on the counter before stepping into the shower. She set the temperature and pressure of the water to her preferred settings before hitting the 'On' button and sighing in relief as the relaxingly hot fluid sprayed over her face and body. Rather than immediately reaching for her shampoo; she simply stood there, stock still in the middle of the closest thing to Nirvana she could possibly reach in the mornings, and fell into her thoughts.

'Why is it back?' She thought to herself worriedly. 'Why is the nightmare back? After so long, why is it haunting me again? It's been over a year since I last had it. Can't I just be happy? Normal? Why did it have to come back now, of all times?'

'You know why.' A soft voice answered for her.

'…I know.' She resigned, too taxed from her nightmare to even try to deny it.

'You lied.' It continued.

'I know.' She repeated.

'You betrayed her trust.'

'But it ended so well. She was so happy to be accepted.' She reasoned.

'So, what? Now you believe the ends justifies the means just because it suits your purposes? There's a name for those types of people. They're called hypocrites.' It argued. Anna visibly flinched at that. She had always hated hypocrites.

'…No, I don't believe it.' She responded. 'But what am I supposed to do?'

'Simple. Just tell her the truth.' It answered simply.

'But how?' She asked. 'It's not like I can just throw it in during The Price is Right or while we're gushing over Dragonball Z.'

'You're saying you don't want to be rude about telling that her you violated her only rule?'

'No!' She replied harshly. 'If anything that'll make the situation even worse! I've already hurt her enough already.'

'Then you'll just have to wait until the right topic pops up.' It said. 'You shouldn't wait, though.'

'I suppose so.' Anna thought, audibly sighing in the shower. 'And the nightmare? What about that?'

'Maybe it's time to call her again.' It suggested.

'No.' Anna thought curtly, fists clenching slightly. 'It's been over a year.'

'You're not being weak by calling her.' It reasoned.

'I am NOT calling her.'

'But…' It started.

'Just shut up.' Anna told it. To her relief, the voice didn't answer back and she let out another sigh as she leaned forward and pressed her forehead against the tiled wall with her eyes closed. She stayed like this for a few seconds, the chill of the tiles contrasting greatly with the heat of the shower, before standing straight and grabbing her shampoo. She squirted the scented gel into her hand before lathering it into the viscous lion's mane her hair became in the morning. After a minute or two of scrubbing and untangling the mess to the best of her ability, she supped under the waterfall nozzle and allowed the soap to be purged from her scalp. Once it was all rinsed away, she grabbed her conditioner and squeezed a small amount onto her hand. Replacing the bottle, she rubbed the gel evenly between her two hands and gently massaged it into her now somewhat tame hair and scalp. She allowed herself to be partially absorbed into the feeling of her scalp being massaged, subconsciously imagining they were someone else's hands rather than her own. By the time she dipped her head back under the waterfall a few more of the messy tangles in her hair had worked themselves free. She spent the rest of the shower scrubbing herself free of the sweat that her nightmare had left coating her skin in the middle of night and when she was stepped out onto the padded floor mat, she found that she had actually managed to put the memory of it in to the back of her mind.

'Record time.' She thought to herself as she dried her hair and body. 'That could count as progress, right?' She was sure if she was disappointed or relieved when the voice didn't answer hear.

'Of course it does.' She reassured herself as she made her way to the front of the sink and pulled her brush out of her hygiene bag. As always, what would've taken others at least half-an-hour to accomplish to her somewhere near ten minutes as finished the last of her signature twin braids and pulled the stray hairs out of the brush to be discarded in the wasted bin. She then threw on her clean clothes for the day, a pair of semi-tight tight jeans and a blue V-neck shirt with the TARDIS sketched in white on the lower left half and the words "Something old, something new. Something borrowed, something blue" surrounding it. Now satisfied that she was presentable for the day, she gathered up her dirty clothes and left the bathroom.

'What to do now?' She thought to herself as she stepped into her room and deposited her armful into her duffel and retrieved her phone. She placed it in her pocket after seeing it was fully charged and began making her way to the living room as she continued to consider her options for entertainment. 'TV is always an option, but what's even playing at this hour other than the news? BBC might be rerunning some old Doctor Who episodes. FX might have a good movie, or AMC for that mat…!'

Both Anna's thoughts and any movement she had been making came to a grinding halt as she stepped into the living room and saw a sight that shocked her to her very core. There, standing in the kitchen behind the island, was Elsa. Somehow, Anna had failed to realize that Jillian Michael's voice had not been seeping through the door in the bathroom, signaling that Elsa was no longer working out. Because of that lack of perception, she was now greeted with the sight of the platinum blonde standing there in nothing but a blue sports bra, her head tilted back and her eyes closed as she drank from a glass of water with her hair secured in a ponytail that almost reached the mid-point of her back. Anna's eyes traced the slow undulations of her esophagus as she swallowed the clear liquid. She could see the small beads of sweat still forming on her flawless porcelain skin and followed their paths as they traced the contours of her face and down onto her neck torso.

Elsa lowered the glass from her lips and began breathing deeply, inhaling through her nose for a few beats before exhaling softly out of her mouth. She repeated the process a few more times and this repetition drew Anna's gaze to her chest, and ultimately, her breasts. She felt almost hypnotized by the rise and fall of the constrained orbs of flesh, watching as a drop of sweat entered into the small amount of cleavage that her top allowed to be visible. Even though the two mounds were mostly held back, she could still tell that Elsa's bust was slightly larger than her own. Too soon, the rhythmic rising and falling that had been holding her utmost attention ceased as Elsa returned to drinking from the glass and her gaze was drawn farther south. It was there that she found a slight hint of definition at her stomach, visibly separating toned abdominals from the rest of her midsection. Her visual tour of Elsa's fit body could go no farther though, as the top of the island unfortunately cut off the any chance of seeing past her hips.

Unconsciously, Anna slowly began rising up on her toes in an attempt to see a little more of what was hidden from her view. This rewarded her with the waistband of the black bottoms Elsa was wearing. She was became privy to the beginnings of the curve of the blonde's backside which, if her abs were anything to go by, was decidedly firm. Her gaze was drawn north once again at the sound of a refreshed sigh and she watched the mesmerizing beauty place the now empty glass onto the island and lick her lips to catch the extra droplets of water on her lips. Her attention followed the muscle along its path across the pale expanses of skin and failed to notice the fact the object of her scrutiny had finally opened her eyes and become aware of her presence.

"Anna!?" She exclaimed in surprise as she realized her roommate was standing in the entrance of the hallway and staring at her. The redhead jumped nearly a foot in the air as she was woken from her trance, but this barely registered to her. Instead, horror filled her mind at the fact that she had decided to only wear her sports bra and what had to be both her tightest and shortest pair of shorts for this morning's workout.

"You-you're up early." She stammered, crouching slightly as to further hide herself from Anna's sight and cursing herself for her carelessness.

"Yeah," Anna started, a blush coloring her cheeks at Elsa's obvious embarrassment. "I…erm…I had to use the bathroom and just decided not to go back to bed."

"Oh." Elsa replied, trying to figure a way out of this nightmarish situation. "Well…I really need to shower, so you might have to wait a bit before breakfast."

"That's okay," Anna said, struggling to keep her attention above Elsa's neck. "I'll just have some cereal, or something. You do have cereal, right?"

"Of course!" Elsa said quickly, relieved that a distraction had provided itself as she pointed behind her. "There's some cereal in the pantry."

"Cool." Anna said, not moving from her spot.

The two of them stood there in a silence, the awkwardness between them growing steadily before Anna took the initiative and began walking towards the pantry. As she walked through the living room and into the kitchen Elsa moved around the island, being sure to keep the fixture in between the two of them as much as possible. It was only when Anna passed by her that she left her cover and tried to make it to the hallway as quickly as possible without appearing like a criminal escaping a crime scene. As she was doing this, Anna snuck a glance over her shoulder and felt her mind go blank and an unwanted heat build in the pit of her stomach at the sight of Elsa's pale thighs and swaying ass before she disappeared around the corner.

'What happened to being one-hundred percent straight?' Asked the voice from the previous day as Anna continued to stare at the spot where Elsa disappeared.

'Oh God.' Anna thought as she slowly turned her head back to the pantry. 'Why was that so hot?'

'Because Elsa's about the sexiest damn thing you've ever seen in your whole life.' The voice replied.

'Any girl with that kind of figure is sexy in those clothes!' She fired back.

'So why is it that she's got you all hot under the collar?' It asked.

'Elsa doesn't have me "hot under the collar"!' She yelled mentally as she opened the pantry door and began searching the shelves.

'Bullshit. You're just afraid to admit that you're attracted to her.'

'I can't be attracted to Elsa! I'm straight and I've dated enough boys to prove it!' She argued as she located a box of Honey Nut Cheerios, a box of Krave, and a box of Smart Start. Deciding that this morning was a chocolate kind of morning (because, truthfully, what morning wasn't?), she grabbed the box of Krave from the shelf.

'Sure, but none of them ever stupefied you like she just did.' It said bluntly. 'Just admit it, you're attracted to Elsa Arendelle.'

'I can't be attracted to her!' Anna shouted back, whipping open the shelves above the counter harder than necessary as she searched for a bowl.

'And why can't you?' It queried. 'Is there something wrong with being a lesbian?'

'No…' She replied slowly, finally finding a bowl and grabbing it.

'Have you ever had a problem with gay people before?'

'No…' Anna answered again. 'But I've had sex with guys and I've enjoyed it. I'm pretty sure that an indicator of not being gay.'

'Last time I checked, it was possible to enjoy both hotdogs and tacos.' It replied slyly.

'So, what?' She asked, pouring the chocolate crisps into the bowl. 'Are you saying I'm bi?

'You're definitely no straight. And if you'd just be honest with yourself you'd realize that none of the guys you've ever seen have turned you on as fast as Elsa did a few minutes ago.'

Thinking on it, Anna grudging realizing that what the voice was telling her was true. She had dated some hot guys in the past and fawned over even hotter ones in various stages of undress from a distance. but while each one of the had stirred the more lewd side of her mind, all of them had required a little bit of imagination to actually make her reach full-blown arousal. Meanwhile, one viewing of Elsa's body for barely thirty seconds had pushed her far enough that she was literally arguing with herself over the question of her sexuality. Hell even thinking of the incident, remembering her slender curves and her slightly muscular definition was making her shiver excitedly. Forcing herself to face the facts, she was beginning to accept the fact that she now harbored an attraction to the beautiful platinum blonde. Even if she was though, there were still two glaring obvious obstacles made a pit immediately form in her stomach.

'Even if I am attracted to her, it's not like it matters.' She replied dejectedly, closing up the box and placing it back in the pantry. 'She's might not even be into girls. And on the off-chance that she is, that doesn't change the fact that she's my boss. That single fact alone makes any possibly of a relationship less than zero right now.'

'Right now.' The voice said simply, gaining Anna's attention. "Right now she's your boss. But you're planning on leaving in a few months, aren't you? And when you do leave, what does that make Elsa?'

'Not my boss.' Anna said after a second, a small flutter of hope awakening in her chest.

'Exactly.' The voice replied. 'And when she's not your boss in a few months, all that red tape disappears.'

'And what if she's straight?'

'I recall a certain Nathan Helms from Music Comp. 101 who said he wasn't into redheads.' The voice said slyly. Anna smiled at that, remembering the handsome brown-haired boy who had once said the ginger hair was a turn-off. While that relationship obviously hadn't worked out, she had definitely changed his tune by the end of it.

"A few months." She muttered to herself, the flutter in her chest growing stronger at the thought. "I can wait a few months."

She let the small smile grow across her face as she grabbed her bowl of cereal and walked into the living room, grabbing the remote and hitting the 'Power' button. The television slowly came to life as she sat herself down in the middle of the couch and popped one of the pieces of Krave into her mouth, thoroughly enjoying the sweet taste unhindered by any sogginess milk would have added. Eating cereal without any milk had become a habit for her after her time spent living with Kristoff when she had moved to the city He refused to have the dairy product anywhere near his diet (or his home, for that matter) due a decidedly…unpleasant experience in his teenage years. He never told her many details of the tale, always telling her that after he was subject to an absolutely delightful stomach pumping at the nearest hospital he had vowed to never touch it again. Living with him had taught her how to live without it, something she did not think possible at the time and something she was secretly thankful for since milk prices were now on an unbelievable rise. Speaking of Kristoff, she remembered that she had promised him a call yesterday. Sure, it was pretty early in the morning; but she had nothing better to do and had sounded more than a little anxious yesterday. Pulling him up in her contacts, she pressed the phone icon and hit the 'Speaker' icon before laying the phone in her lap and grabbing another piece of Krave. The phone rang four-and-a-half times before he finally picked up.

"Whatever you're selling, I don't want it." Came Kristoff's half-asleep voice. Anna nearly laughed out loud, realizing she must've just awakened him from a probably peaceful slumber and imagining her friend looking as awake as he sounded.

"Kristoff, it's me." She said after calming herself down quickly before he hung up.

"Anna!" He said, sounding significantly more awake now that he knew it was her. "Jesus Christ, Anna. It's…it's seven-sixteen in the morning! How are you even awake to call me this early?"

"It's not impossible for me to wake up early on my own, Kristoff." She chided.

"Yeah, just like it's not impossible for me to win the lottery." He replied with a groan. She heard the bed creak in the background and guessed he had just sat up in it. "So...you 'wanna tell me what the hell is going on?"

"Yeah." She sighed. "What do you want to start with?"

"Well, I don't know about you...but I find it pretty easy begin at the beginning. But, knowing you, feel free to start at the sequel"

"Smartass." She grumbled in a loud enough voice for him to hear her, taking a breath before kicking off as he chuckled. She told him everything; from letting Jack leave and taking his spot at the register to getting trapped in the store and being forced to shelter there for a few days until her rescue by the National Guard, where she learned of her home having been destroyed. She decided to leave out her hypothermic episode (no sense in worrying him over something that was gone and done) and considered leaving out the fact that Elsa had been trapped with her, but didn't seeing as the whole store would probably know when the two of them didn't show up for a week and begin asking questions. Surprisingly, Kristoff never interrupted her once as she told him all of this. Instead, he merely sat back and absorbed the story, saving his questions until he'd heard the entire thing.

"Damn," He said simply once she had finished. "Sounds like you had yourself quite a little adventure there, Bilbo."

"Hardly." Anna chuckled, rolling her eyes at his joke. "I didn't go through a tenth of what he did and he still had his house at the end of it plus the Ring of Power to boot."

"I'm not sure I really want to entertain the idea of you possessing the Ring of Power." Kristoff said haltingly, causing her to chuckle lightly. "And since you brought up houses, who's this friend you're staying with that you mentioned yesterday?"

"Jasmine, one of the baristas from the Starbucks I stop at before work." She replied nonchalantly. She didn't know why, but she felt uncomfortable about telling Kristoff she was really staying with Elsa.

"You know," He started in a tone that almost guaranteed he was shaking his head at her. "I shouldn't be surprised that you'd choose to stay with the person that makes you a coffee that's more than half-chocolate over your best friend."

"Oh, cry me a river." Anna laughed. "With her I get my own bedroom and an alarm clock that isn't Sven's over-saturated tongue."

"Touché." Kristoff conceded. "So, how much of your stuff do you have left?"

"Well, my bedroom and bathroom were the only rooms that were really spared of the destruction since they were in the corner. More structural integrity, you know?" She started.

"Sure."

"So, I pretty much lost everything except what was in those two rooms. My clothes, pictures, personal documents, some sheets, hygiene stuff, TV, movies, games, and Xbox were the only things I managed to pull out of there."

"Jesus." Kristoff said after a low whistle at the list. "That's not a lot of stuff to have, Anna. Did you take out any insurance on the shit that was destroyed?"

"Of course I did, Kristoff!" Anna exclaimed. "Just because I'm klutzy doesn't mean I'm an idiot! Everything I lost was insured and is covered under an incident like this."

"Well that's good to know." Kristoff said in a relieved tone. "God knows half that shit needed to be replaced anyway."

"I know, right?!" She said excitedly. "I'm gonna' be able to buy, like, a thousand plates when the allowances come in!"

"Slow down there, girl." Kristoff said. "I don't think a single person needs a thousand plates all to herself."

"Says you." Anna chuckled before hearing a muted series of barking on the other end of the line.

"I hear you, I hear you." Kristoff said to the source of the barking before returning to her. "I've gotta' go. Sven's just figured out that I'm awake and he's begging to go for a walk."

"Hasn't he figured out it's the snow-pocalypse out there yet?" She asked incredulously.

"No. If anything he's more eager to go outside." He said lightly. "You stay safe now, you hear."

"Don't worry you big oaf, I will." She replied happily.

"Good, because I'll have to search for a new best girl friend, and I just simply don't have that kind of time anymore." He said in a tone of mock exhaustion."

"Of course." She said sarcastically. "Wouldn't want to burden your social life with my death."

"Thanks for understanding." He said happily. She huffed loudly before hitting the red phone icon to end the call. Despite his horrible sense of humor, he was an awesomely nice guy and she knew he was one of the few people who genuinely cared about her in this city. With that though bringing another smile to her face, she tossed the phone beside her as she sat up and grabbed the remote to change the channel. As of now, the TV was on the same local news network as the day before. They were still talking about the gunfight from yesterday, rerunning footage from the fight and displaying the faces of the gang members who had now been identified. Hitting the 'Guide' button, she input the channel for BBC America and waited for the guide to change. She immediately grew disappointed when she didn't see "Doctor Who" displayed on the channel and began searching forward. Her disappointment only grew when she realized that it didn't have its first showing until eleven. Sighing in defeat, she returned to the current time and searched the movie channels that she knew. Her attitude perked up when she saw "Constantine" scrawled across the FX slot.

'Haven't seen this in a while' She thought to herself as she pressed the select button and returned the remote to its spot, popping another piece of Krave in her mouth. The screen was blank for a second before it returned and dropped her in the middle of the scene where Keanu Reeves was hacking his lungs out in the middle of a sidewalk before the bug-demon thing attacked him. She watched the scene intently, instantly remembering why she had liked this movie so much when she first saw it and inhaling her cereal like popcorn as she watched the two tussle before the demon was hit by a car and splattered against it in an explosion of insect guts.

It wasn't long after that that she felt her fingers scratch around at the bottom of an empty bowl, searching for the chocolate cereal that was no longer there. A forlorn glance down to her bowl only confirmed that her breakfast had disappeared all too quickly. She entertained the idea of refilling the bowl and continuing her meal, before the sound of a door opening the hallway discontinued any thought in her mind other than to stare at its entrance. She could hear the soft padding of light footsteps steadily approaching until their owner came into view and stopped to look at her. She was now clothed in a pair a jeans, a light blue t-shirt with a button-up collar, and her hair done up in her signature bun. Even though she had now mostly gotten over the earlier incident, the memory of seeing Elsa in such an intimate way still made a slight flush fill her cheeks. She would've been embarrassed at it, but she noticed the Elsa's face seemed to be as flushed as hers.

"Morning, Anna." Elsa said after a pause, fiddling with the pockets of her jeans.
"Good morning." Anna replied, only slightly less embarrassed than Elsa looked.

"I-uh…I see you've had breakfast." She commented, now looking around the room.

"Yeah." Anna said. "I took some of your Krave. I hope you don't mind."

"Oh, I don't mind at all." Elsa stated, now grasping her left bicep. Her eyes took another circuit around the room before she took a deep breath and centered them back on her. "Listen, Anna…about earlier. I was dressed like that because I just finished exercising in my room and I didn't reali…"

"Elsa," Anna interrupted, stopping the blonde's explanation midway. "It's alright. I knew you were exercising."

"You did?" She asked, her brows arching in confusion.

"Yeah. I heard Jilian coaching you through your door when I went to take a shower."

"Oh." Elsa said, understanding dawning on her face. "Well…I'm still sorry for walking around so indecently like that."

"It's no problem, Elsa." Anna said jovially. "If I remember correctly, we were a little more indecent back in the store when I was shivering my ass off."

"That was different!" Elsa exclaimed hurriedly, her flush growing a little more pronounced. "You were hypothermic and that was the safest way to raise your body temperature!"

"Cool it, Elsa it was only a joke! Besides…" She said, her smile and tone taking a slightly sultry aspect. "From what I saw, those workouts seem to be working."

"I-I-I…W-well, t-thank you?" Elsa stammered, tripping over her own tongue as her flush expanded to encompass her entire face, her hands instantly clasping together. "I'm…uh…I'm going to make some breakfast now." She said before striding away to the kitchen. Anna watched her go for a second, barely holding back her laughter at how Elsa had reacted to her statement.

'What the hell happened to waiting a few months?' The voice asked as she turned back around to the television.

'The relationship has to wait.' Anna responded smugly. 'But getting her interested in girls doesn't have to, and I want that ship ready to sail as soon as possible.'

"Anna?" Elsa's voice called from the kitchen, pulling her out of her thoughts. "I'm making eggs. Do you want any?"

"No thanks." She called over her shoulder. "In case you've forgotten, I've already had a bowl of cereal."

"That's not a substantial enough breakfast, Anna" Elsa said in a slightly stern voice. "Chocolate cereal isn't a real food."

"Blasphemy!" Anna shouted. "Burn the heretic for her denial of chocolate as the one true food!"

"Anna!" Elsa exclaimed in an exasperated laugh. "At least let me make you something simple! How's an egg sandwich sound?" The suggestion quickly toned her attitude down and she began reconsidering her position on the issue, she did love sandwiches after all.

"Fine." Anna conceded with a faux pout. "But only because it's a sandwich."

"Thank you for seeing reason." Elsa replied, happy that she got the redhead to change her mind. "What would you like on it?"

"Just cheese, salt, pepper will be fine." She ordered. "And don't toast the bread."

"Any preference on the bread?" The blonde asked.

"Wheat, if you have any!"

"Cheese?"

"Provolone!"

"Got it! One untoasted egg and cheese sandwich with salt and pepper on wheat coming up!" Elsa called, cracked the first egg and letting its contents fall into a bowl. Soon enough, the saliva-inducing sound of egg cooking in a pan filled the apartment and Anna found herself anticipating the upcoming meal, despite her earlier dismissal. After a few minutes of waiting and listening to the cooking food, the sound of clattering dishware could be heard as the sandwiches were finished. Within the minute, the two women were sharing the couch with the two breakfast items on the table in front of them.

"What movie is this?" Elsa asked, settling back into a comfy position.

"Constantine." Anna replied, poking at her sandwich to see if it was hot enough to begin consuming. "Ever heard of it?"

"Actually…" Elsa started as the redhead found the temperature to be satisfactory and picked it up. "I recorded this movie a while back, meaning to watch on a later date. Unfortunately, that date never came."

"Really?" Anna asked in surprise, momentarily placing her sandwich back down on its plate before looking to her.

"Really." Elsa answered, meeting Anna's gaze.

"Well, it seems that that date has finally arrived." Anna replied, not breaking eye contact with the blonde beside her as she grabbed the remote with a smile.

"So it seems." Elsa said softly, mirroring Anna's smile.