Day 4, I probably should've just done smut but to hell with it all!

"Tilt your head down." The gorgeous blond commanded. Anna, a bit too in awe to really think well, did as instructed. She watched in fascination as, Elsa?, leaned over her and applied yet another type of blush.

Anna hadn't seen so many types of blushes since her mishap with the stairs when she was seven. Though this woman was probably seeing all sorts of blushing as Anna's face continued to heat up.

"Close your eyes," Anna was practically shaking in her seat, who thought that putting on make-up would be the most nerve wracking part of this whole 'The play I'm in desperately needs extras and you have a face' thing that Kristoff pulled on her two days ago. Not that Anna was particularly stage-shy but her clumsiness had kept her from long gowns and old-time reenactments for quite some time.

This woman applying some probably needed eyeliner (as Anna would be play a well-to-do lady of the court, lady number 4 as a matter of fact) would soon wonder why Anna was vibrating out of her seat.

Long fingers ghosted over her cheeks, chin, and eyes, presumably to find any imperfections, but then those same wonderfully soft fingers traced Anna's lips and truthfully Anna was about to pass out, what was this woman doing? Was Anna really gay? She'd thought Punzel was joking. What was her life really?

And then the hands retracted and a firm and smooth touch applied the lipstick to Anna's severely trembling lips (of course she's not about to kiss you, you idiot, she was doing pre-lipstick checking!). A slight outrush of air in front of Anna, a giggle?, was the only warning she got before the lips of this magnificent stranger pressed firmly yet gently against Anna's own.

There was no electric shock, just the soft pressure of lips on lips and Anna's eyes flying open in, well, shock. Elsa pulled back with an almost lazy grin across her face, "sorry, I applied too much, and really I needed some more anyway." She turned away as Anna gawked at her.

"Also, you were shaking, perfectly normal for first year-stage crew, but I figured that'd help you calm down," the blond then left the small alcove as, apparently, Anna's make-up was finished.

Why would that help me calm down?! Not that Anna needed calming down, Anna was perfectly calm, the embodiment of calm, and everyone saw this as she did indeed trip over her gown, not once, but twice in the two minutes she was on stage, supposedly standing completely still.

Anna did get the woman's number, who turned out to be rather shy when not initiating contact (something Anna nearly squealed over for the rest of her days). However, Punzel never let her live it down. Kristoff, for his part, didn't care because he got the leading role he'd wanted and was off to however far small-town theater star-dom could take him.

Haha, this one's really short and kind of shitty but it's 11:40 pm and I have to memorize all the trigonometric identities by next week, so haha, make-up hahahaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA