Elsa's apartment was pristine. There was not a speck on the floors, pots and pans hung neatly on hooks over the stove, the living room was so ordered that not a single cord was visible. Her decorations were tasteful but cheap. Between the kitchen and living room stood a table with nothing but a laptop on it. In the living room, a moderately large TV, stood before a comfy looking sofa, by an alphabetized shelf of DVD's. Anna pored over Elsa's movie collection, taking a bite out of her cupcake, scattering crumbs onto the carpet. "Hey, be careful with that!" Elsa complained, returning from the kitchen with two beers and two plates. "Eat over this," she said, handing one of the plates to Anna, and setting her own plate on the table, before placing both beers on coasters.

The younger girl eyed her mischievously, "I never would have guessed you were such a neat freak," she teased, chocolatey crumbs at the corner of her mouth, causing Elsa's heart to flutter at the idea of licking them off of her.

"Yeah, well, it was the only thing I could control most of my youth. I like order. It makes me feel sane," she sighed.

"Oh, I didn't realize. God I don't know anything about you and I'm already in your apartment. Hey, promise you're not a murderer or anything."

"I promise," Elsa replied, still sounding solemn.

Terrified at the idea of losing the fun and momentum their date had enjoyed so far, Anna abandoned her search for a movie, and sat in Elsa's, lap on the couch. "You know you're awfully beautiful," she proclaimed, running her thumb along the blonde's lips.

"Not half as beautiful as you," Elsa conceded, giving into temptation, and leaning into the girl only a few inches from her. Their lips met, and the two clashed hungrily, the older girl running fingers through the younger's hair, as the redhead held onto the blonde's shoulder, as if trying to hold her in the kiss as long as she could. After an eternity their lips parted and they looked longingly into each other's eyes. Anna took a piece of cupcake and popped it into Elsa's mouth, giggling happily.

"What are you studying?" Anna asked, after the two had finished basking in the glory of their first kiss and delicious cupcakes. "Not to change the subject or anything. I just really don't know enough about you. I mean, I really liked the current subject."

"I liked the current subject too, but I want to learn everything about you," Elsa smiled. "I'm studying pre-med. I just want to be able to help people. Making a lot of money doesn't exactly hurt either. What about you?"

"Oh, wow. That's really cool. So you'd be like a doctor? Parents could never complain about me dating a doctor," she giggled, "I just started but right now I'm only taking history classes. I just love history. I don't even mind having to memorize all of those dates and names, as long as I get to learn about what led to today. Who was important, what they did, why they did it, and who they did it to. I originally thought I wanted to be a vet, but at least right now it's all history classes. Not that I've declared my major or anything."

"Yeah, I'd be a doctor. What would you like to do with that degree if you got it? Anyone in history you find particularly compelling?" Elsa asked, twining one of the redhead's braids around her finger absentmindedly.

"Do with it? I hadn't even thought about that. I mean, I'm sure I'd figure something out," she laughed, "why do you want to be a doctor?"

Elsa hesitated, the hair falling from her hand. "It's complicated."

"Oh, sorry, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to," Anna squeaked, desperate not to ruin things.

"It's okay. I just don't like thinking about it. When I was young, my sister-" Elsa faltered, looking away, "Well I don't think she ever recovered."

"You don't think? You haven't seen your sister?"

"I was put in foster care. I was eight when it happened. I've had so many last names at this point I don't even recall what I started out as. I never saw her again, but she wasn't doing well. It didn't look likely she'd survive, or if she did, that she'd ever be functioning. At least that's how I remember it, it's been a long time," tears were starting to form in her eyes and she blinked them away, "I don't know if I'm smart enough, if I'm capable enough, but I don't want to see another family lose their child like that. I just want to make sure -" she wiped at her eyes "Sorry, I'm such a mood killer."

Anna pulled the older girl to her, stroking her hair. "I just wanted to study history cause I think Joan of Arc is cool. Your back story is way better," she tried a smile on Elsa. The older girl managed to respond with a half smile and was rewarded with a quick kiss. "Who's your favorite super hero?"

"My favorite super hero?" Elsa asked, perplexed. "I don't know. I liked that orange girl, Starfire, in the Teen Titans show when I was younger."

"That's a good choice," Anna grinned. "Mine's Batwoman," she considered this for a moment. "I guess I just have a thing for pale lesbians."

Elsa fully grinned, blushing a little. "Then I guess I just have a thing for redheads."

"Oh, you totally do," Anna kissed the blonde's cheek. "It's so hard being objectified so."

"Let's put a movie on before I end up ruining the mood again."

"Awesome!" Anna jumped back to Elsa's DVD shelf, rummaging through it and asking for a synopsis of every single movie, before settling on The Babadook. "I've never seen it," she said, snuggling close to the older girl.

"You're in for a treat," Elsa beamed.

Within half an hour Anna was quivering in Elsa's arms.

After the movie, Anna's stomach rumbled, it was nearing eight. "I'm gonna go make dinner, I mean, if you wanted to stay longer," Elsa offered, nervously.

"I do. And I'm hungry. But don't go," the younger girl stammered, still terrified.

Elsa held her tight. "Would you like to come to the kitchen and join me?" Anna nodded in response. "I promise everything will be okay, I mean just feed it some worms if it comes for you."

This was apparently not the right thing to say, as Anna squeaked and squeezed Elsa hard enough that she could have sworn she felt her ribs crack.

"Really, you'll be fine, I promise. I'm here, I'll protect you." This seemed to placate the girl enough that Elsa only had to hold her hand as she walked to the kitchen. "I was thinking roasted chicken breast and green beans. That okay with you?"

"You can really cook?" Anna seemed shocked.

"Yeah, a girl's gotta be able to take care of herself, right?" Elsa retorted.

"I suppose," Anna seemed embarrassed, "my parents never wanted me in the kitchen. They were really over protective."

"Would you like me to teach you?"

Anna's eyes lit up. "YES! I would love it! Would you? I mean, if it's not too much trouble?"

"Of course," Elsa kissed the younger girl lightly, "I would love to."