Elsa and Anna walked down the tree-lined street arm in arm, scuffing through the fallen leaves and snuggling against the autumn chill. "Mmm, you are so warm," said Elsa.

"You don't like the cold? I didn't know that. I guess I'd better hold you a little closer." Anna unlinked her arm and wrapped it around Elsa. "It, um, wasn't a bad idea walking here, was it?"

"Oh, I like the cold. But I love the warmth. And the softness." She leaned in close. "And the kissies."

She was about to kiss Anna's cheek, but one of the three guys on the opposite sidewalk spotted her. "Hey! Vagina girl!" he shouted. Startled, and a little scared, she looked over at them, but they were all waving and smiling. "Way to go!" said one, and "Say 'vagina'!" said another.

Elsa sighed, and shouted "Vagina!" back to them. They whooped, waved again, and went on their way.

Once they were well past, arm in arm again, Anna asked, "Has that been happening a lot?"

"Off and on."

"You okay? You looked a little scared."

"Yeah." Elsa sighed again. "I shouldn't complain. I've been pretty lucky. Everyone's been supportive, so far. Still waiting for the other shoe to drop."

Anna scuff-kicked the leaves as they walked. "Your dad seems to be doing okay."

After Elsa had outed herself at his press conference, he found the courage to stand up for her right to live and love as herself. He was dropped by his party, but between an angry Republican candidate and a lackluster Democrat, his well-intentioned if mildly baffled demeanour (and the viral videos from the press event) had made him a viable independent candidate.

"Yeah, he is." Elsa blinked; it wasn't just the autumn breeze making her eyes tear up. "He said he was proud of me, and he loved me just the way I am."

"And how does he feel about me?"

"Well, he was hoping for someone in pre-law or business, but if he can accept a gay daughter he can accept an arts-major daughter in law."

Anna froze on the spot, yanking Elsa around by their linked arms. "Elsa? Are you…?"

"No, no! God, this is our second outside date! And that's if you count that first time at The Beanstalk. I just meant, you know, we could — might — be theoretically. Potentially. Possibly." The panic in her face turned to hopefulness. "Maybe? At some point?"

Anna pulled some windblown strands of hair out of her mouth and smiled at her. "Maybe. At some point."

She was about to lean in for a kiss when two girls who had been walking the other way burst in on them. "Ohmigod! You're Vagina Girl! See, 'Rory? I said it looked like her."

"It is her! And her girlfriend!"

Elsa's face was professionally blank. "We do have names, you know."

"Oh, of course! I'm Ariel, and this is Aurora, we call her Rory. And you're Elsa and…"

"…Anna," whispered Aurora.

"…you're Anna! Can we take a photo?" Before Elsa could answer, Ariel had put herself between Anna and Elsa, holding out her phone, and Aurora ducked in behind. "Selfie! Say 'vagina'!"

flash

"Ohmigod, guys, you two are just the best! And we're so proud of you! I mean, not that we're, you know, but yay you! Bye!" And the two girls blew away like a pair of autumn leaves, if leaves had a high-pitched giggle.

After a long pause, Anna said, "Wow."

Elsa responded, deadpan. "Yeah. Wow."

"And that's been happening…"

"Pretty much every minute since the news came out."

"Oh shit. If I'd known, I'd've driven us here. Or we could've stayed in."

Elsa started walking — marching, really — towards the restaurant. "The whole point was that I was sick of hiding. I'm not going to start hiding now. I'm not letting them take this pleasure away from me."

"Myeah, 'cause you're having so much fun now."

Elsa glared at her.

"Oh. I'm sorry, Elsa." Anna stood in her path, stopping her, and put her hands gently on Elsa's arms. "I didn't mean to make fun. Okay, strictly speaking I did mean to make fun, but not in a mean way." She stroked Elsa's cheek. "I'm sorry this is turning out to be such a big pain for you. You didn't ask for this, and you don't deserve it."

They resumed walking, or in Anna's case kick-scuffing, without talking. Simply being there for each other.

"Anna?"

"Yeah?"

"I think it's adorable the way you're enjoying the season, but I swear if you wind up kicking the back of my ankle…"

"You'll do what?" said Anna, smirking.

"I'll…I don't know." Elsa looked at her sideways. "I'll make you carry me."

"Hey, just because I like the weight of you on top of me doesn't mean I can actually lift you."

"Anna!" Elsa tried to look shocked, but she couldn't stop the grin bursting through her façade. "You stinker!"

"And here I thought you liked the smell."

Elsa gasped, and started pelting Anna with leaves.

After a brief leaf fight, Anna said, "C'mon, we're nearly there. Let's make you look respectable. The Heliotrope is a classy joint, after all." They brushed leaf-flakes off each other. "A classy joint for a classy lady."

"Vagina!" shouted a man who had just come out of the entrance of the restaurant.

"I got this," whispered Anna, and put herself between Elsa and the single guy.

"Hey, I know, right?" she said to him. "She looks just like her. We're cosplaying as Elsa and Anna." He looked over Anna's shoulder at a glum Elsa. "She's not really so much into it. But the resemblance is uncanny, isn't it?" He looked at the two of them, uncertain. "Look, just like real lesbians!" and she kissed Elsa passionately. "See? Anyway, gotta go. Vagina!" She waved, and led Elsa briskly to the restaurant entrance.

"That was…" said Elsa. "What the hell was that?"

"I thought I'd give it a shot. I figured I'd run interference, give you a break."

"I don't know if it was better. It was different." Elsa picked a last fragment of leaf from Anna's hair. "I could get used to the kissing."

The Heliotrope was a quiet restaurant in a Victorian house, and was indeed "classy," without being annoyingly pretentious. Elsa and Anna sat at a small round table, too interested in each other to focus on their menus. "I mean, that cosplay thing was fun, but what I really want is for people to not make a fuss."

"Yeah, I know." Anna nodded vigorously. "The whole point is that you and I being in love — " Anna stopped as Elsa choked on the water she was drinking. "Wait, are you okay?" Elsa nodded, coughed, and swallowed some water to soothe her throat. "Was I out of line? Is that too soon?"

"No," said Elsa. "At least I don't think so. I mean, you have mentioned that you love me, in passing, like when you were talking to my dad. Lecturing him, actually, so maybe you were…amplifying…for rhetorical effect. But we really have — I feel like we have — this connection. And I think I feel that way about you, I'm pretty sure, and it's something I've wanted to say, but we've never, formally…that is — "

"Excuse me," said a middle-aged woman in a white fur coat speckled with black spots, leaning on their table. "Aren't you the girl who said — " She lowered her voice. " — 'vagina' — on television?"

Anna bit down hard on a breadstick to keep from saying anything. Elsa rubbed her hands over her face, sighed from the depths of her soul, and said, "Yes. That was me. I am the notorious Vagina Girl."

Somehow immune to the Snape-level condescension and contempt Elsa was radiating at her, the woman took out her phone and went on. "Would you mind terribly? If I could just get a video of you saying 'vagina', that would be absolutely wonderful. I would be so grateful."

I would be so grateful if you'd mind your own damn business and leave my girlfriend alone, thought Anna.

Elsa muttered "Vagina, vagina, vagina," under her breath. Then suddenly she sat up straight, and smiled broadly at the woman. "A video, you say?" The woman nodded. "May I?" Elsa held out her hand for the phone, and the woman handed it to her. Elsa tapped the screen intently. "You have data, right?" The woman nodded, puzzled. "Ah." Elsa gave the screen a final tap and handed the phone back to the woman.

At maximum volume, the phone broadcast:

Male voice: "Siri, what's my name?"

Siri: "You're Tom, but you asked me to call you vagina vagina vagina vagina vagina…"

while displaying an image of a man dancing maniacally to Siri's voice. The video looped, and continued looping as the panicking woman tried to remember how to turn it off.

"I think we may have something here," said Elsa, as Anna grinned, and bookmarked the vine on her own phone.

[Hat tip to Tom Vrab and his vine for the inspiration.]