Elsa woke up to a warmth pressed against her back. She inhaled the sweet scent of the girl behind her. Slowly peeling herself away from Anna, she propped herself up to properly admire the gorgeous sleeping figure. Elsa traced the curve of Anna's body with one hand, counting each freckle, and marveling at how lucky she was. Anna stirred under Elsa's scrutiny, and green eyes looked into her blue. "Good morning," she muttered sleepily, shutting her eyes again.

"Good morning," Elsa replied, taking one last long look at the younger girl. At her girlfriend. She giggled slightly, at the mass of messy red hair. Anna was not the daintiest sleeper. Elsa retreated to the kitchen to make them both breakfast.

Fifteen minutes later, Anna entered the room to the smell of coffee, bacon, and omelets. "Hey there, beautiful," Elsa grinned, "It'll just be a minute, have a seat." She loaded two plates with food and went over to see the groggy redhead.

"What time is it?" Anna yawned.

"It's eight o'clock," Elsa answered. "I have class in an hour."

"Why would you have class so early?" the younger girl asked around a mouthful of bacon. "I don't have class until noon."

"It's just yoga. It helps me start the day."

"It is too early to start the day," Anna grumbled.

"We went to sleep before midnight. You had plenty of sleep," Elsa chided her affectionately.

Anna took a sip of the coffee, stifling another yawn. "I need lots of sleep," she complained. "I don't get up before noon if I can help it."

"And what time do you normally go to sleep?"

"Three," Anna insisted, "Well four. Maybe five."

"I think you're fine, babe," she retorted. Then paused, it felt weird to already be using petnames. "Is babe okay? Baby? Honey? No that sounds way too old and southern."

"God you're adorable, snowflake."

"Snowflake?" Elsa asked, confused.

"Cause you're pale, and pretty, and cause your skin was really cold last night," Anna giggled, blushing slightly at the memory. "I think it suits you."

Elsa continued staring at her in confusion. "Okay then, sunshine? No that feels weird too."

"Don't worry about it, you'll figure something out. Come eat the food you made instead of just watching me or else I'll think you're just trying to fatten me up. You're not are you? That would just be mean. You make such good food, I could get really fat off of it."

"I'm not trying to fatten you up, I just love cooking and I love," she paused, worrying about what she may have been about to say if she hadn't caught herself in time, "cooking for you. You just light up when you eat my food. It makes me really happy."

"Well I love eating your food, so that's perfect," Anna grinned, shoving a chunk of omelet into her mouth.

Elsa finally started eating as well, helping herself to a few slices of bacon.

"Do you want to maybe meet for lunch after my class?" Anna asked hopefully. "I bet I could even cook for you! I remember how to make spaghetti like you taught me, and I remember how you made the chicken too. I bet I could at least make a pretty serviceable spaghetti."

"I'd love that. I have class at noon too, so 1:30 sound good?"

"That sounds perfect," Anna beamed, "My place. Well, better make it 2:00, I'm not gonna cheat and have you helping me cook. I want you there when it's all done. Be at my place at two and I'll treat you to, well, probably to a really mediocre meal, but it'll be full of love and affection and salt."

"I can't wait," Elsa agreed, checking her phone. "I have to get going, yoga isn't going to do itself. I'll see you then."

Elsa managed to have someone else let her into Anna's dorm building and made it to Anna's door. She was relieved to see that the room did not appear to be on fire. She knocked, hesitantly.

The door was promptly opened by an exuberant Anna. She was back to just shorts and a t-shirt. Today's shirt had a picture of Mega Man plastered across her chest with his name underneath it. Elsa was wearing jeans with an Army of Darkness t-shirt. Anna immediately kissed her,"I missed you! I just finished dinner. I think the noodles might be a little overdone, but the sauce tastes perfect. I didn't have any more stuff for meatballs."

"I'm sure it's fantastic," Elsa consoled her, entering the room and noticing a second redhead.

"Oh, I can't believe I forgot, Ariel, this is Elsa. My girlfriend!" she shouted, "Elsa, this is Ariel, my roommate."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," the blonde announced, awkwardly sitting herself on Anna's bed with a plate of spaghetti on her lap, looking about to panic at the likelihood of getting sauce on something.

"Anna hasn't been able to shut up about you," Ariel explained, "I can see why, her description was certainly dead on, you're a total knockout. I mean don't go getting any ideas, I don't swing that way, but I can certainly see what she means. Good job, Anna."

"Fortunately I'm taken, so I believe I can handle the disappointment," Elsa retorted, twirling a bite of spaghetti around the fork and putting it in her mouth. "Wow, Anna, you were right, this sauce turned out really well."

Anna blushed in a way that Elsa couldn't help but find adorable. "I'm glad you like it," she sat down next to the older girl, and helped herself to her creation. "There's more left if you want some, Ariel."

"I'm good, I was actually just heading over to Eric's. It was nice meeting you, Elsa" the new, not as adorable redhead replied, grabbing her purse and walking out.

After they finished, Anna gazed happily at Elsa. "What do you want to do now?"

"Want to know what I'd love to do?" Elsa asked.

"Me?" Anna giggled.

"Absolutely, but I was referring to learning to finally beat you in that game."

"Really?" Anna's eyes lit up. Elsa just loved how happy the younger girl looked when she was actually in her own area of expertise. Elsa could handle all the losses and confusion if it meant that she could make her girlfriend that happy.

They played until long after the sun went down. Elsa glanced at her phone to check the time and saw that she had three missed calls. Worried, she checked her messages, causing Anna to stare at her in confusion.

"Oh shit, I need to go see Kristoff. It sounds like something really major must have happened."

"Who's Kristoff?" Anna was trying to keep up.

"Oh, shit. Well, I suppose now that you're my girlfriend," she still loved saying that so ridiculously much, "this had to happen sooner or later. Might as well be sooner. Want to meet my best friend?"

Anna's face lit up anew, "Duh! Let's go!"

Elsa knocked at her friend's door, a box of fifty of his favorite hot wings under one arm, with Anna carrying two six packs. She had no idea what had happened, but it sounded serious, and this was the only way she knew to reliably cheer up her old friend.

Kristoff answered the door after a moment, he had unintentionally matched his friend, wearing jeans with an Evil Dead t-shirt, "Elsa!" He grinned, hugging her. "Thank you for coming. Had me worried, dodging my calls all day." He finally noticed the stranger behind his friend. "Who's this?"

Elsa grinned back, excited to tell her closest friend of the latest development in her life, but was cut off by Anna.

"Hi, I'm Anna" the younger girl chirped, "I'm Elsa's girlfriend! Can you believe it? It's a pleasure to meet you, she said you were her best friend. I never really had a best friend. I'm glad to meet you. My name's Anna, did I already say that?"

"Hi, Anna," Kristoff's grin had grown even larger, "Elsa told me about you. Her descriptions were a poor representation, you're actually really beautiful. Love the shirt, by the way."

"Oh, shut up!" Elsa slapped his arm, "you know I wouldn't shut up about how gorgeous she is."

Kristoff led them inside his house. It was a small, sparsely decorated place, but everything looked very comfy and lived in. There was a giant tv in the living room, with a heavily cushioned couch in front of it, and a coffee table covered in rings from uncountable numbers of coasterless drinks. Dirty dishes piled high in the kitchen and clothes were everywhere. "Wow, you're Elsa's best friend?" Anna asked, shocked.

"Oh, you like the place?" Kristoff joked. Rapunzel had reacted the same way, he was used to this routine. "I did the decorating myself, I call it bachelor chic." Elsa giggled, plopping down onto the couch, and opening a beer, sure to use the one coaster that Kristoff always left there for her. "Good to see you back in pants, by the way, the dress thing was weirding me out," he added, prompting another slap to his shoulder as he sat on the couch and opened his own beer.

Anna looked between the two, trying to figure them out. "Elsa had said that something happened, what happened? Is everything okay?," she inquired. "We stopped in the middle of an awesome Twisted Metal session to come here. I mean, I'm happy to meet you, I don't mean to complain, I just expected something. Anything."

The two continued sitting and drinking. "Are these wings from Milo's?" Kristoff asked.

"Of course," Elsa replied, opening up the box and helping herself to one. She was apparently quite impressively capable of not letting a drop of sauce touch anywhere but the inside of her mouth, but the difference from the finicky girl fretting over spaghetti earlier was very jarring.

"Relax, Anna," Kristoff finally replied, "Beers first, then talking." He motioned for her to join them.

The redhead sat next to her girlfriend and helped herself to a beer, still watching the two intently. Kristoff finished the rest of his beer, ate a couple wings, and then finally looked over at Elsa. "So, when did this finally happen? Last I heard you were terrified she didn't like you and that you'd ruined things forever."

Elsa turned red, "Gee, thanks for making me sound crazy."

"If she didn't already know you were crazy, then I don't think she's smart enough for you." Anna was unsure whether or not to take offense to that so she kept her mouth shut.

"Last night. She came over, explained everything, and well, things went really well," Elsa explained, her cheeks flushing for a new reason. She stroked Anna's leg affectionately. "Dig in," she offered, indicating the wings. Anna did as she was suggested, and promptly chugged the rest of her beer, tears pouring from her eyes.

"What the fuck is wrong with these things?" Anna asked, opening another beer and pouring its contents down her throat to try to stop the burning.

"Girl can't handle her wings. I'm less impressed," Kristoff acknowledged. "Still, probably the best you'll ever do," he added, again mollifying Anna before she even had the chance to be upset. Elsa hit him again. "There's some dinosaur chicken nuggets in the freezer if you want those instead."

Yet again Anna was torn as to whether or not she should take offense, but dinosaur chicken nuggets actually sounded really good, so she put them in the microwave and hurried back to continue watching her partner in this strange new environment.

"All right, talk," Elsa finally said, "What happened? You were blowing up my phone all day."

"I don't know, you ignored me all day, clearly you didn't really want to know," Kristoff teased. A fourth slap loosened his lips. "All right, fine I'll talk, you don't have to beat it out of me." He paused, clearly for suspense, "I got that promotion!"

Elsa's face lit up and she threw an arm around her friend. "Holy fuck, really? Oh my god, man, I'm so happy for you. Maybe you can finally afford to fix your oven so you don't have to live out of a microwave."

"Hey now, let's not get carried away."

Anna fetched her chicken nuggets and returned to the couch, terrified to see just how many of those wings the two had already devoured without even flinching. "What do you do?" she asked, desperate to learn anything that would give her some basis to understand this strange dynamic.

"I work in construction, 'cause unlike someone else here, I have to work for a living. I don't just have the state paying for me to go to college cause I'm some genius who aced everything she ever touched."

"Maybe you wouldn't have to if you had actually paid any attention in school," Elsa quipped cooly, drinking her third beer along with her twelfth wing.

"Oh, did you two go to school together?" Anna asked, finally starting to understand.

"Yeah, sometimes," he answered. "We both went to a decent number of schools growing up. They couldn't always keep us in the same school system."

"And when you weren't suspended. Maybe if you'd spent a bit less time getting in fights, I would have actually seen you more."

Kristoff looked genuinely embarrassed. "All right, I'll admit I didn't always handle my home life all that well. I took things out on a lot of people that probably didn't deserve it."

Anna was still piecing together clues, "Did your parents beat you?" She realized what she had just said and put a hand over her mouth but couldn't stop herself from talking. "I mean not that it's any of my business. You don't have to say anything if you don't want."

"I never knew my parents," he explained, "they died when I was real young. Elsa and I grew up in the foster system and had a bunch of temporary parents between the two of us. Not sure if she told you any of that, if not, well she can suck it up, you deserve to know about your own girlfriend's past. A lot of foster parents weren't too great, they'd beat me or starve me or whatever. As I was not the well developed and mature man that I am today, I didn't always handle this too well. I was a bit of an ass."

"A bit?" Elsa asked incredulously, "I had to stop you from drowning that kid in the toilet."

"Okay, maybe more than a bit. I was a complete and total asshole. A monster, a douchebag, maybe even a dick."

"You forgot jerk-wad."

"How could I forget? Not that you were exactly a hero."

"But I thought she saved that kid," Anna interjected.

"Next to you, I was a damn saint, I spent all my time on my school work, I didn't have time to get into any trouble."

"Really, is that why you couldn't keep a foster family for more than a couple months?"

"They were just all assholes."

"You didn't listen to a thing anyone said, you had a pack a day habit from the time you were fourteen until your first year in college, when you decided you were gonna be all prim and proper from there on out, and you just didn't respect anyone that wasn't smarter than you, and that didn't really leave anyone. I mean don't get me wrong, I'm glad that you've calmed down in your old age, your whole yoga, control, self discipline thing works really well for you. It doesn't change that you were kinda a brat."

"Shut up and drink," Elsa grumbled, finishing a fourth beer.

Anna was starting to understand. That's why it seemed like there were almost two completely different Elsas. When she was with Kristoff she was her old self, the scared brilliant girl who was thrown into foster care from the time she was eight. But why? "Elsa, how did you end up in foster care? You never really told me."

Kristoff stared at the redhead with a look of sheer terror on his face. Elsa stared down into her beer. "Anna," she said, her voice quivering.

"Yes?" Anna asked.

"Not you, my sister. She was hurt, badly, and it was my fault. My parents didn't want anything more to do with me, so I was gone."

"You were eight!" Anna screamed, "I don't know what happened, but it couldn't have been your fault. Your parents were just heartless monsters." Elsa just stared at her, tears in her eyes.

"That's what I've been telling her for years," Kristoff informed the redhead, "she doesn't listen. She has to blame herself or else she has to hate her parents, and I don't think she can handle that."

"Shut up," Elsa growled.

"Sorry, man," Kristoff said, "How about we all shut up and put a movie on?"

As Anna had never seen any of the Evil Dead movies, the three agreed to marathon them. They all sorely regretted all of their decisions the next morning.