Hello my lovely readers! thank you for all your great reviews, i appreciate all of them! This is really just a filler and a way to see Elsa's insecurities, so sorry if you wanted the date but next chapter! i promise!

"ELSA!"

A strangled cry left said girl's lips as she curled up and rolled off the foot of the bed within a second, falling to the floor in a disheveled mess with a resounding thump.

Anna's cry of her name suddenly registered and Elsa got up, bolting out the door and down the stairs. She had to protect Anna. No matter the cost to herself.

She froze on the last step, looking at Anna, (who was perfectly fine, maybe even better) holding open the door and . . . oh God.

"Harry!' Anna squealed, jumping up and down excitedly. Elsa breathed a sigh of relief when she realized they hadn't seen her. Luckily, too. Elsa didn't want Harry to see her in her snowflake pajamas. She quickly padded back up the stairs, still listening to their one-sided conversation.

"ELSA! Oh, well she's probably still asleep. ELSA!"

"Anna, it's like 3 three in the afterno-"

"ELSA! You have a visitor!"

"Oh, don't wake her-"

"ELSA! Get your ass down here!"

Elsa bit her lip to stop from smiling. Poor Harry. She couldn't hear any more of the conversation (except Anna screaming her name every once in a while) as she went to get dressed. It would be a lie if she said she didn't try to look good, but still casual of course.

"Oh my god, ELSA! Hurry up!" Elsa could hear Anna climbing the stairs, and she met her half way. Anna quickly grabbed Elsa's arms, almost too tightly.

"ELSA!" she whisper-yelled, her blue eyes huge. "Harry's here already! Hurry up! Wait, what? Isn't he supposed to come at seven like you said? Why's he here?" Anna kept babbling on and on but Elsa glanced at the door.

Suddenly, she was shy. She could feel her face light up in flames and felt like crawling under the covers of her bed. She had never been on a date before. Well, not a real one. And Anna didn't have a very good history with boys, and she was actually fun. What kind of chance didn't Elsa have? She started breathing fast, taking quick gulps of air and looking desperately at Anna.

"Anna, Anna I don't think I can do this anymore what am I supposed to say what if I do something totally wrong and he hates me forever Anna please help me don't make me go!" Elsa talked quickly, as if the words couldn't get out of her mouth quick enough.

"Elsa, Elsa!" Anna put a comforting hand on her shoulder, bobbing her head to look at her in the eyes. "Hate you?"

Elsa glanced up to see Anna looking at her in disbelief. "Harry could never hate you. Not with how he looks at you."

"'Looks at me'?" Elsa's voice was so quiet and timid Anna had to strain to hear her.

"Yes!" She insisted. How could Elsa not see? "Now go down there and be the beautiful, strong, sassy woman you are!" she nudged Elsa towards the door, where Harry was still waiting.

"Sassy?" Elsa asked, raising an eyebrow. "I am not sassy." Elsa made her way to the door, trying to look confident. (Which she definitely was not.)

As she got closer to the door, her heartbeat sped up dramatically. It was partially open, the afternoon sun flowing in through the crack, as well as his shadow. She took a deep breath, then grabbed the door knob and swung it open before she lost her nerve.

Harry stood there, his back towards her. He had his hands in his pockets and the soft glow of the sun made his auburn hair a sight for sore eyes. When she opened the door, he swung around to look at her, his green eyes widening when he glimpsed what she was wearing.

Okay, maybe not completely casual.

"You uhh. . . I um. . . hello." Harry looked as embarrassed as she felt.

"Hello, Harry." It was as if her voice woke him up from some kind of stupor.

"Good afternoon Elsa, you look stunning as always. I am sorry to come so early, but I have something extravagant planned and we must leave with haste." He was nodding all the way through, but didn't meet her eyes.

Elsa raised an eyebrow. "Weren't you supposed to be here at seven?"

Finally he looked at her in the eyes. He paused a moment, staring and then raised his head. "Too bad if you wanted that. You can come now, or never." He held his hand out towards her, waiting.

Elsa was slightly surprised. She had never heard him talk like that, and it kind of turned her on. He also seemed rather . . . military. He was sexy too, now that she looked. He wore a white singlet, not one of those ugly baggy ones, that showed off his nicely toned arms and green cargo pants. Elsa glanced around him and saw a big black bike. Her breathe caught. Her parents had never let her go on a bike, no matter how much Anna had insisted upon it.

Located on the bike were two leather jackets, one small, one big, and two helmets, forest green and baby blue.

"Well?" Elsa glanced back at him when Harry spoke, his hand still held out for her and green eyes glinting with mischief.

Elsa grabbed it.

So, there you have it. Short, i know. Any guesses on what they are going to do? HINT: I got the inspiration from Pearl Harbor, the Michael Bay film