A/N: sorry for the long wait, here's an update! thank you for mpsantiago and OnlyForgottenSoul for betaing :)

Don't want to fall in love… don't want to fall in love…

The night was still cold, and Anna let the frigid air crawl on her skin… biting at where it hurt to numb her. The silence was comforting as the clock ticked with each passing second.

She gazed out the window, finding thick flakes of snow drifting down the empty streets. But in here, it was warm.

Anna was in her bed, letting cold fingers caress her bare body like feathers. She felt drunk but never had she felt so alive right now. Been… so aware of her surroundings.

She stared into space, looking at nothing but the white wall in front of her. In here, it was dark, and only the dim light of the sky illuminated the room. Still, Anna could see the lust that surrounded them, the lust that satisfied them and made them whole.

Anna laid against the woman's chest, an arm wrapped around her waist, and Elsa's around her shoulder. Fingers drew slow circles on her skin to bring her to relaxation. She drowned herself into her comfort. Drowned herself into this night.

Right now, she didn't care what the world thought about her… because it was only them. Only us.

Why am I still here?

The only thing she could hear was the woman's heartbeats, her breathing slowing with each passing moment. Anna could get used to this… but no. They were nothing special. Nothing that Anna thought they'd be.

She could feel Elsa's blue eyes gazing down at her, her fingers running through her auburn hair. "What did I tell you?" she whispered. What did she tell her? That she… "wanted" her? Anna couldn't look at her, her expression blank from any emotions.

"This isn't any different than before," Anna began. The woman's chest heaved as she took in a deep breath.

"I'd hope it wouldn't."

Silence. This wasn't rejection… but Anna never felt so insecure in her life. She didn't want to hear Elsa's answer, and neither did the woman give her one. Rather, the answer was a bit too… broad.

Anna shut her eyes. Her heart was still pounding from earlier activity. She should really get out of here. A reluctant decision, but it was a decision that seemed right.

Sighing, she slowly sat up and held the blanket up to her naked chest. Her red hair flowed down her back and her shoulder. Her freckles were in plain sight for Elsa, and she could feel those cold blue eyes stripping her from her purity. The ones that remained, at least.

Right now, she didn't know what to do. Anna didn't want to go home… but neither did she want to face Elsa. Her words didn't hurt her at all. What did she say again?

"Don't love me just yet." Yet. Keyword. Anna took a deep breath, acknowledging every word Elsa had told her. But Anna didn't want to love her at all. Not like this, at least.

Not when she was still confused about her feelings for Meg. Or the lack thereof.

She felt the woman's fingers gliding down her back, sending shivers and sighs of pleasure from her lips. She relished this feeling… loving her touch. She hated this feeling. Anna turned, teal eyes meeting hers finally.

"Come here."

Anna winced. "I…" Her hand was on her wrist. She clenched her fingers into a fist. "I-I… We shouldn't do this."

The blonde tilted her head. "Is this not what you want?"

"This isn't what you want…" she whispered.

Elsa gazed away into the night. "Perhaps not…" Anna felt her chest restricting from her will to breathe. "We haven't given this a chance."

"You don't love me."

"Not yet. We can do this-even without loving. Why not?"

Anna was tempted to roll her eyes. "Because we won't let it. I won't let it." She turned away. "For the time being anyway." She'd had enough of her words. Anna didn't want to be here anymore-wanting to get away from her touch… the way that woman gazed at her. Their eyes lingered onto each other for a moment, and Anna hoped she would see some light from Elsa. Hoped… that the woman would take her in her arms.

"What do you wish?" Elsa asked.

"What?"

The woman laced their fingers together, eyes looking away into a distance. And there was something about it that made her look so depressing. Anna didn't get it-how someone so dominant and controlling would look so vulnerable and submissive at this time. Almost loving. She could almost feel the pain that Elsa was feeling.

Maybe I can stay a little longer…

"What are you thinking?"Anna tightened their fingers together to prompt an answer.

"You."

Anna almost laughed. "Don't joke around like that."

The woman gazed at her in silence. There wasn't a hint on her expression that told her anything about what she was thinking. How Anna let her guard down… to open herself up and be bare for her pleasure… was beyond her. Disappointingly enough.

Elsa ran her fingers through her messy fringes, eyes falling to her lap. "I didn't think you'd want to hear."

"I do now." I've always.

Oh, she wished Elsa could smile like this more. Though it was small… it was enough.

"Tell me," she urged. She stayed silent as Elsa contemplated on what she wanted to say. Perhaps, choosing careful words.

"At a young age… I've wondered what my parents would argue about. I didn't quite understand." She paused. "My family... was anything but loving. I'd almost think he didn't love her like he was supposed to."

What the hell is she talking about? Anna was patient.

Her blue eyes grew cold, and Anna thought her touch on her body was colder than usual. She shivered.

"For most of my life, I thought their marriage was just a show for me. For fifteen years, I didn't realize it until..." Pause. "My father cheated. They weren't married when I was born . And for two years… behind our backs, he'd been with that woman in secret. Probably longer than he knew my mother. Four years. Maybe more. Perhaps… he just grew tired of the other woman and left for my mother."

Anna didn't know what to say. For someone so proper and cold… now she understood why Elsa was the kind of person she was. She pitied her - how her life had been just as hard as hers.

"Elsa…" She reached for her hand.

"A sister… I would think to myself… By the age of fifteen, he told me about my sister. I was so excited, but I couldn't even find her. He wouldn't let me. What seemed so easy to do… took me eight years." Elsa laid her head back against the bedrest. "I've wanted my sister-someone I could talk to… someone who would understand me. To get away from this… coward of a father. And you… for two months, you were someone who I've relied on. What do you want?"

What did she want? Anna clenched their fingers tightly together. Whatever she wanted… it always had to do with Elsa. Wanting to be with her, talk to her… making her feel good…

Wanting to pull away from this sick love. But it didn't have to be that way, Anna knew. She just didn't want to rush this. Anna wanted her.

"I don't want to get hurt."

Elsa tilted her head. "Do you think I'd hurt you?" Anna didn't know enough about her yet to know if she'd be good to her. Having to learn from her mistake… she didn't want what she had for Elsa-for Meg to be ruined by a single rejection.

"Yes."

She reached for her neck, fingers caressing the dark, bruised spots that Elsa had left her that night when she looked at the mirror. There was a part of her that wanted to keep that bruise… as a reminder of her, at least.

She slid her hand down. Never would she have thought how fucked up Elsa's parents were… how her father would play with someone's feelings like this. She'd never think Elsa would have this kind of life. Perhaps… she really didn't know much about Elsa as much as she did.

She sighed to herself. It's not my problem.

It was another night of provocative dancing, and although it wasn't her turn yet, she was still quite nervous. I need to cover that up…

Knock, knock.

"Come in!"

The door clicked shut. "Kristoff, shouldn't you be going home by now-"

"Did you know Meg's been calling you?"

Anna stopped whatever she was doing to see her tall asshole of a manager leaning against the wall, with that God-awful smirk crossing his cheeks. She wanted to roll her eyes, but she knew she couldn't avoid that question.

She turned back to the mirror and finished putting on her makeup. "Yes."

He tilted his head. "Yes?" He folded his arms against his chest. "And you ignored her?"

The escort sighed, eyes closed in exasperation. As much as she hated Hans, there were a bit of truth in his words. "I didn't, Hans. I gave her the money, and she accepted it-"

"Well, she was here. A few nights ago just to look

for you."

Anna couldn't care less. "She never told me. Whatever, I gave her the money-and I'll continue to do so."

"You don't have to anymore. In fact, you can stop anytime you want. Working here, I mean."

She blinked. "What?"

Hans laughed, coming close to her. His hand gripped her shoulder, and she grimaced at the feeling of his hands on her. Whatever the fuck he was scheming, it was never good. She stared into his eyes from the reflection in the mirror.

"You didn't know? Elsa gave her the money."

What? She immediately got up from her seat, her eyes widened in horror. "What… When did Elsa-"

"Oh, I introduced her to Meg. Hm… though, I'm not sure when she did gave her the money." He shrugged. "Oh well." A hysterical laughter. "And I'm pretty sure they have some kind of grudge against each other."

"When?"

"Just last week. You weren't here, I think."

Why didn't she tell me? That sneaky little- She gazed down to her feet. Elsa acted so normally-so herself that night as they made love. Lust. Whatever. But it was anything but love.

For someone that was so open to her… how could she be this secretive? She grimaced at the thought, silenced by those God-awful words coming from his mouth.

She felt his breath close to her ear, his fingers running through her hair, but she didn't care. Anna leaned against the table, hands gripping to the side. "Don't be discouraged. Did you not want to work here anymore?"

Anna didn't respond. That wasn't the problem here. Anna had opened to her-to each other, and here… Elsa just…

What Elsa did… was unreasonable. But she'd always been this way. There was a part of her that was happy Elsa would help, but nobody knew about her other than Anna. Not even her parents. She looked into his eyes. "Who is she to you?" They were so close to each other.

"An acquaintance of mine. For a while now, at least."

"Not even friends?"

"She preferred us not to be. Are you not going to answer me?"

She looked away. "You're right, I don't." But she did. She most definitely wanted this… when Elsa came along. Every Thursday, she wanted to feel this rush from her-and every time, that feeling was different. It was a high that she desired so much.

At least, during those nights, she could pretend Elsa loved her… pretend that it was just them in the world. Because during those nights, Anna's body was hers.

She closed her eyes. Everything from her touch to her whispering soft sweet nothings came rushing to her. Her heart was pounding. "I'll think about it."

Hans pulled away, quirkiness an eyebrow in question. "Think about it?"

"I'll stay for a bit. Until Elsa leaves."

Hans chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. "Well, then. Suit yourself. I won't be that guy to force you out of a job. Wait." He licked his lips, arching his eyebrows as he turned back to her. "Job or a relationship?"

Funny. Anna wanted to laugh. Relationship? She didn't have time for this. Especially when Elsa couldn't return the love that her heart wanted. There was always this pushing and pulling game with herself. "No relationship, I promise you."

He stared at the girl in silence, his hand coming to tighten up his tie. "Hm. Well, you're almost up, hurry." He opened the door. "Oh, it's you."

Anna didn't believe it-seeing those blue eyes gazing at Hans in silence. Why was she here? She didn't want her here-didn't even want to talk to her. Anna went back working on her makeup.

She could already feel her gaze burning her back.

"Well, you two have a nice talk. I'll be in my office."

The door clicked shut as Hans walked out.

Anna wasn't sure if she hated the woman. Despised her for doing what she asked her not to. She resorted to giving her the silent treatment for a bit.

"Did he tell you?"

Silence. Anna just finished applying her eyeliner. She let her hair fall freely down her back.

Elsa sighed. "I didn't want to make this harder for you."

"Why?" She placed her hands on the table. Anna didn't want to look into her eyes, but there those blue eyes were… luring her in. "Is it because I told you that I fell in love with you? My feelings don't change a thing between us, Elsa."

The woman tilted her head. This is happening again. Just like before.

"I don't want that woman to bother you."

She shut her eyes. "She's… she's my professor. That's it. We see each other every week, I can't avoid it."

"Well, then I don't want what happened before to happen again. You crying like that."

"When?"

"Excuse me?"

"When were you ever going to tell me, if Hans didn't?"

As expected Elsa didn't answer her. How could she do this? The honesty they had for each other was completely broken. For God's sake, Anna trusted her so much that she'd let her cuff her in bed, treat her with her animalistic nature. Her heart hurt.

And what did she care anyway? This was her own problem to deal with, and here she was doing things that any girlfriend would!

Between them, Anna was having difficulty differentiating between lovers and friends. Work and outside of work. Why did this have to happen now?

It wasn't like this with Meg. After what happened to Meg and herself, she took a break for a year… and only to come back to this mess. She knew how she felt about her. With Elsa? No.

Or perhaps, she'd already forgotten how messy things would get.

Anna chewed on her lip, in complete unawareness of Elsa behind her. Her hand running down her back. Her sweet, soft voice whispering to her.

Anna was in her own dark world.

"Eighty thousand dollars isn't much to me. It included your scholarship and financial aid. Don't feel guilty."

"I haven't graduated yet."

"That's okay."

"I won't be able to pay you for a long time."

"Don't worry about it."

Anna clenched her fists together. "You don't get it. You… you met her without telling me. You choose to give her whatever big money you have because… what? I'm your friend? You're wealthy? That I said I love you?" She was mad. Well, more disappointed than mad, actually. She got up from her seat and stared right into her eyes. "I told you that I love you… and I…" Tears covered her sight. "I thought I could trust you-the only person that I could open up to, and you just break it like that… I didn't want you to meet her, and that's why I kept avoiding these questions you have about her! I didn't want you to pay her all that you have because I know you want to give me an easy way out! I DON'T!" she yelled, her voice cracking as she tried her best to hold herself down from insanity. "She'll… bother me even more… and I… you're making it so hard for me to get away from her."

There was a point where she knew Elsa didn't know what to say. Those eyes gleamed so darkly… but she knew how Elsa would be feeling right now. The way the blonde held her wrist, tightening and loosening over and over again… she didn't want to let go.

She gazed at the silent woman. "Tell me… what the hell are you thinking?"

The blue eyes avoided hers. It hurts so fucking much. "I love you." Anna's voice croaked, her hands coming to take her waist in desperation… to have Elsa say whatever that came to her mind.

But the woman was silent, and her eyes said a million things. But none were ever anything equivalent of those three words.

For a moment they were quiet, staring into each other's eyes in hopes to get any words out of each other. Anna couldn't handle it. When she was about to pull away, Elsa took her hand in hers.

"Don't do this now."

Anna twitched, in desperate need go pull away from Elsa's touch. It's happening again.

"What are you doing…?" she whispered. "Why are we doing this? I can't-"

"Stop." Anna immediately did. She hadn't realized she was ranting this angrily. Elsa meant well, she knew.

Maybe a bit too well.

Her teal eyes met with hers. She waited for the woman to say something, but nothing seemed to cross her mind. Just like Anna's love for her. It was nothing… and nothing really mattered now.

The blonde ran her fingers through Anna's auburn fringes. "I just… don't want to make this difficult for you."

That wasn't the answer Anna wanted. She shook her head. "Why?"

"I'm not as cold-hearted as you'd like to think, Anna."

She didn't think she was. After all, who would treat her so tenderly like Elsa did? Who… would care about her wellbeing as well as Elsa? God, I really am in love with her…

Anna was quiet. She just didn't want to argue any further, and destroy whatever that was left between them. She couldn't look into Elsa's eyes.

As beautiful as they were, it hurt to just glance briefly at her. It'd only remind her of this… fake love.

She felt the woman tilt her chin up. "Look at me, Anna."

The escort shook her head.

"I don't want you to be bothered by her."

"W-Why do you even care about Meg?"

Silence. And this time, Elsa was avoiding eye contact. "I don't… I'm just not too fond of her. Especially if you two are still… seeing each other.."

Oh.

Silence, and Anna couldn't figure out what to make out of her words. This… heavy air between them. She heard clapping outside of her dressing room. It was about time.

Anna took a deep breath. "I… I have to go."

"Of course."

"We can talk about this later." Before Anna could even walk past her, she felt the woman grab her wrist.

"We have to take this slowly."

"I know." Of course, she did. Elsa let go of her wrist.

"Good luck." Yeah, I'd need that.

One last heartbreaking glance of her, and Anna finally got out the door.

Staff members were leisurely walking around the hall, and Anna didn't feel rushed at all. Neither could she feel the hurried beating of her heart. She sighed to herself once she neared the stage. It's going to be a long night…

She looked into the light as she stood in the middle, and the darkness surrounding her. Plenty of eyes were on her, and many of them put their attention on something else.

Anna shut her eyes. By now… she was used to seeing people looking at her like an object. And that wasn't a good thing.

The air was hot and even hotter with the light beaming down on her barely naked body. On the stage, a metal pole stood tall in the middle. She took a deep breath.

Breathe… don't let this get to you.

It was quiet, and the only thing she could hear was her beating heart… the only thing that was visible were the candles and the taunting pole in front of her. She closed her eyes. And Elsa. She saw Elsa.

The woman gazing at her as if to study her. It was exhilarating…

Anna was in her own world.

And it was all that could make her feel better about herself… to feel ever so loved if those eyes were staring at her so lovingly and intently. But she could only dream.

She held the metal pole in her hand, her body dancing ever so tentatively… so sensually.

… Imma care for you, you, you, you…

Cuz, girl, you're perfect (girl, you're perfect)

Her hips swayed so hypnotizingly, and her body was beginning to feel hot. She gazed down, finding her hands swimming down her bare middle, arched from the pole. She sighed with ecstasy at the thought of Elsa being here… her head tilted back as the fevered rush of desire came crashing into her.

You're always worth it… (always worth it)

And you deserve it (you deserve it)

Whistles sounded through the club, but Anna could not hear them. She gazed out into the dark, eyes wide when she found Elsa sitting in front. She was actually watching her like how she would imagine.

Legs and arms crossed, eyes following every movement ever so carefully… stripping her from her innocence without a hint of stopping.

How long has she been watching? No matter, the show must go on.

She wrapped her body around the pole, swirling in circles and her body arched back as her fingers released from its grasp. Her world was spinning. Her fingers ran up her middle towards her breasts… and she sighed with wonder.

And finally, she caught Elsa's eyes with her own. The blonde was smiling - and it was a rare sight to see such a tender smile. Yet, it was still full of… full of something dark.

And the lust that they had for each other still lingered through the air.

Anna felt her heart soar into the night. She mirrored back the smile as if nothing else from before ever bothered her. Nothing else could bother her because she could only see her…

It was so motivating and she began to dance without a care in the world… began touching her body like it was a delicate flower. Her face was flushed, and she could feel a rush of arousal pouring into her. But she didn't let that bother her.

Leaning her back against the pole, she faced Elsa, and slowly swayed her body left to right, her hips catching the woman's eyes. Slowly, she fell to her knees, her ass raised up the air. What a show.

She began crawling ever so slowly, and with Elsa still so close… and didn't dare to touch her.

The music continued to blare into her ears, but all she could hear was…

Seduce her… do everything you can do to get her… make her yours…

But she had self-control. She stopped just on the edge of the stage, running her fingers through her hair falling down her shoulder. She tilted her head and winked at the blonde.

You know our love would be tragic (oh yeah)

So you don't pay it, don't pay it no mind

She didn't falter, and the only thing Elsa did was raise her eyebrows in amusement. Perhaps, that was a bit too weak.

Anna motioned her finger to make her come. Surprisingly, Elsa did… and Anna immediately grabbed a hold her tie before the woman could even react.

They looked into each other's eyes with their face just so close to each other. Anna's heart was beating too fast for this.

"Are you enjoying the show, Miss Arendelle?" She noticed Elsa's hand raising to reach for her. "Ah, ah, no touching," she whispered.

Elsa smirked. "Yes, I am. When will it be over?"

"Soon," she breathed, lips brushing over hers. Oh, she missed this feeling.

"Hm… I think you deserve a tip."

"No need for that. You've already given me quite a huge tip back there."

"Do I still have your trust?"

She shrugged. "I'll need something in return to earn that trust."

"Well then, what would you like? I won't leave until you tell me, baby."

Oh yes…

"A drink, later on, maybe. And…"

"And?" she questioned.

"This." She immediately leaned in, her lips pressed with all the desire left in her, against her beautiful blonde. Oh, it felt so good… so right. So much love…

And she let that feeling linger for a while as their kiss deepened. She was moaning, but not so much like she'd go crazy if there were more. Ah, yes, and it was a guarantee there'd be more. She felt the woman's hand holding her cheek, and never had their kiss been so sweet.

Unbeknownst to her, Elsa had finally pulled away, but not before another quick peck on Anna's lips. The girl was so dazed… too in love to even notice.

"Perhaps, we should go get a drink now," Elsa hushed.

Really… she really did need one.

Cause, girl, you earned it...

Girl, you earned it…

It wasn't ideal for Anna to have already forgiven the blonde for what she did. Obviously, she didn't forgive her. Very obviously, Anna… was a bit too quick to forget about it in some shape or form anyway.

But it was so like her - to forgive anyone she was attracted to. Meg, however, was a different story.

The night was still young, and the moon shined brightly in the sky. The snow that had been falling quickly cleared out.

Anna was going to grab a drink with her client. Whether she wanted it because of Elsa, or something else, it didn't matter. She just needed a bit of numbing in her head.

Never had she drank so much this whole month. She was almost surprised she wasn't getting an addiction for it. Perhaps, the problems she'd been going through were keeping her in place.

They decided to go to a bar outside the strip club. Anna could get a bit overwhelmed there - especially with Hans watching the two so closely.

The place was nice and small. Crowded, but not so much that all the seats were taken. They sat right in front of the bartender, Elsa having a glass of whiskey and a simple beer for the escort. Two now.

Anna watched the woman gaze at her, a smile crossing her pale cheek as she played with the glass of hard liquor. They'd been doing this for a while, but Anna didn't seem to mind.

Her eyes looking only at her was… quite sweet and soft. A blush filled her cheeks.

"W-What?" She gulped down the first half of her beer. Elsa stayed silent for a second, before turning away. Anna's heart grew heavy with disappointment.

The blonde took a sip from her glass before placing it down. That smile of hers was so soft - almost loving - but Anna knew she had some intentions behind it. She always does. Always will be that mysterious person.

"Have you… been enjoying what you do with me?" She chuckled. "Well, I should say… do you enjoy working with me?" Anna was confused. She cocked an eyebrow up.

Elsa would ask some strange questions sometimes, but nothing like this. This didn't fit the mood, and Anna lacked the courage to answer. Anna gazed at her cold glass of beer, watching little trickles of water slide down the surface.

"I do." A short, clear answer. Perhaps, that wasn't enough for Elsa.

Blue eyes gazed back at her again. "Even with these feelings you have?"

"I told you my feelings don't matter."

She shrugged. "I still want an answer."

"It's enough if I can be next to you. Even better if..." Anna wished she didn't say anything. She knew it… she knew the desperation in her voice, and this was it. She looked down to her lap. "... even better when I can find myself pleasuring you."

Elsa crossed her legs together and faced the girl. Silence. She brought her fingers up to her chin. "Look at me."

Anna did. Always have been.

"Don't make things so complicated." That smile was gone, and all that was left was the cold, stern Elsa Arendelle that Anna knew. The woman Anna loved.

"I'm not. Aren't you?"

The blonde tilted her head. "I just want to take things slow. I'm not ignoring how you feel about me."

Anna grabbed her fingers and laced them together. "Then why?"

The woman took a deep breath. "You're naive, Anna."

"I know." And she couldn't change that.

"I don't want you to make the same mistake as… you did with Meg."

Oh.

"You knew…"

Elsa continued."Neither do I want to hurt you, in the process… while we are still doing this."

"... You think I'd regret it?"

Elsa tilted her head. "Are you not, already?" Anna couldn't deny she wasn't wrong. Speechless, she took another chug of her beer. She wished she was drunk. She let go of her hand like she would if that was her feeling.

Oh, if letting go of her feeling could be as simple as letting her hand go.

Elsa took a deep breath, propping her head against her palm, elbow on the table. She stared at Anna silently. Anna gazed back, her memories falling back to a few weeks ago.

"Didn't you want to pursue me in the first place?"

She hummed. "It wouldn't be fair if I said no, would it?"

Anna didn't quite understand. She raised an eyebrow in question but kept herself silent. She felt a finger running through her hair. Something about Elsa just… seemed strange. But in general, Anna knew, she was strange. Not that it was bad.

"What are you saying?" she whispered.

Her blue eyes gazed into hers intensely. "I don't need to say it. You are thinking it." Gods, how badly did she want to hear her say those three fucking words. How hard could it be?! "However, I won't pursue you any further than I have to."

Anna couldn't believe what she was hearing - what she thought Elsa meant. Her body was shaking in fumes of anger, but she wouldn't let her emotion get to her. Yes, Elsa could get a bit irritating sometimes, but by this time, Anna was used to this. Well, just not in a situation like this.

"What are you talking about?"

"With Hans around… and you seemingly getting confused about how you feel for others… it's best if I don't return your feelings just yet."

She can't be serious. She never really is. But the way the woman looked at her, the smile that seemed so distant, her eyes still ever so coldly looking into hers… no, this was real. Reality. Not the fantasy world she much desired with just the two of them.

But Elsa was not wrong. No matter how ridiculous anything she said sounded, Anna would end up contemplating to it.

God, I feel sorry for whoever works for her.

"And…"

"And?"

Elsa ran her hair back between her fingers. "I… have a sister to find, I'd like to get that out of the way."

"And if you don't?"

"Excuse me?"

Anna took a deep breath. Perhaps, at the moment, she could be touching the very surface of the thin ice. "What if she can't be found? Doesn't even want to be found?"

Elsa chuckled a not-so-happy laughter. "We'll see about that." She looked at her watch. "Shall we head home? It's late. You can stay in my apartment tonight."

Anna frowned. This whole month, she seemed to be staying up late… even going to wherever Elsa wanted to go. Is this love? Wanting to spend time so badly with the other person? And Anna… was quite liking it. Besides, it was late. She didn't want to hear her mother nagging at her for coming home late.

"Alright."

Song title from Anna's dance: "Earned It" by the weeknd