A little under two weeks passed with nothing particularly interesting happening. The premiere of the play went almost perfectly with only a few minor mistakes that very few people would have noticed. It got some good reviews in the local papers and on the web a lot of people were writing positive reviews, except for a few people who were stating that Anna was exaggerating the insanity of her character. Anna hadn't taken that too well, but the other actors had comforted her, telling her that getting one or two bad reviews is commonplace, and that she should focus on the larger amount of great reviews. Her dad was going to take Elsa and Olaf for dinner on Saturday as a sort of 'farewell and good luck' gesture before she left on Sunday, and he knew she'd want Olaf to be there, too. He'd also told her that she could invite one more person if she wanted, but Elsa was pretty sure it was just gonna be the three of them, though, and she quite liked it that way.

Elsa had been wrestling with the sea of emotions for the first couple of days, but as time went on, some of them died down, and left had only been the fear and the butterflies. Those hadn't gone away at any time, however, and now she was getting tired of them. They were dormant most of the time by now, but they resurfaced every time she thought of or saw Anna, or even a picture of her. And it didn't help that Anna smiled the same way she had that day every time she saw the hell was going on? Didn't Anna have something going with Hans?

Since it was summer vacation, Elsa had not much else to do than go to work in the evenings, where her feelings were tearing her apart, or sit around at home or at Olaf's place, and since the tour was leaving soon, she had decided she'd take a couple of days to herself. Her father's holiday unfortunately wouldn't start until the day after she was gone, so she had the four-room flat all to herself. The blinds in her room were closed, leaving it bathed in the light of her laptop's screen. She knew that one of the residents in the building across the street had a telescope, and she feared that they might be using it to spy on the building she lived in, so her blinds were always closed. It kinda suited her to be in the darkness, though. There was a strange sort of comfort about it. She had spent the last couple of hours playing Bejeweled on Facebook. She'd had the highest score among her 30 friends for quite some time, but that wasn't really the reason she played it. To her, it was a no-stress, no-brainer game that she could relax completely with.

Between levels, she noticed that the sidebar displaying her friends and their Facebook related activities had updated to show that Anna was online. She hesitated for some seconds, but curiosity and the need to talk with her crush overwhelmed her, so she opened up a conversation with the girl. 'Hey Anna!' she wrote. When no reply came in the first few seconds, Elsa added 'Excited about leaving the day after tomorrow?'

She's probably busy, commenting on something one of her many friends posted, or she's laughing at a funny picture. Oh dear God, that laugh. She could probably cure cancer with it if modern medical science found a way of putting it in pill form.

- 'hey Elsa! yeah going on tour is gonna be great :) this is my first tour though so im pretty nervous' the reply came. Elsa's heart skipped a few beats and the butterflies won out over fear and lack of self confidence as she read the lines. A happy feeling started spreading in her, too, and a smile crept its way onto her face as she bit her lower lip, starting to formulate a reply.

- 'Hehe, don't worry. It's my first tour, too, so we can be newbies together :P' for some reason a smiley seemed appropriate here. Elsa rarely used any form of emoticon or smiley, she didn't really see the point in using them if they got in the way of proper grammar. Yeah, they displayed emotions in a way most people had trouble doing through regular text. Oh, and they were a lot quicker, which Olaf had told her was the reason most people used them, as well as the reason most people didn't bother using proper grammar on the Internet.

- 'yay! now i dont feel so alone anymore. its gonna be good having you along Elsa. youre a good friend!'

A good friend? Is that all? I mean, yeah, I'd be fine with just being your friend if it means I can be close to you more often, but I kinda want a bit more.

- 'Aw, thanks Anna! You're a really good friend, too. You have a beautiful smile, by the way!' Elsa replied back, biting at the nail on her right thumb as she waited for an answer. A lot more time passed before Anna sent something back this time. Facebook even updated the messenger to show Elsa that Anna had seen the message.

Shit. Fuck. Was that inappropriate? Have I made a stupid move? Fuck. I've just fucked everything up completely, haven't I?

Elsa got up from her chair, walking a bit away from the desk and towards the large, pink stuffed rabbit that she'd had since she was a little child. She had very creatively called it 'Rabbit', after the rabbit character of Winnie the Pooh. The last couple of years, it hadn't spent much time as her comfort when she was sad or sick, though, but had turned into something she kicked around whenever she got frustrated with everything that was going on around her. It had been kicked a lot during the last two weeks, and she figured that even if toys had feelings, it was probably getting used to the rough treatment now, so she kicked Rabbit once more, watching it thud harmlessly against the door. Feeling a bit of her frustrations leave her, she walked toward the stuffed toy again and was just about to kick it when her computer made a noise. She turned around and walked back to the computer, standing behind the chair as she read the new message.

- 'aaaawww, thats so sweet of you to say. you have a really pretty smile, too. and i like your braid, even when it's put up during plays.' All of the frustration that had filled her being less than a minute ago was replaced with butterflies and joy just as quickly as it had snuck its way into her soul. Smiling and giggling like a madman, Elsa could do little more than smile and giggle as she stood behind her chair. She sprinted back to Rabbit, picked it up and hugged it tight before releasing a high-pitched squeal into it. She looked, gazing towards her laptop with the toy still in her grasp. She walked over to sit, unable to restrain herself from writing a reply to her crush.

- 'oh my god, thank you so much! it's so rare i get compliments like this,' Elsa wrote back, hitting the return button on her keyboard harder than she'd ever done before. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest, making her feel like it was going to explode, and she barely cared about grammar at this point. 'oh, by the way, my dad is taking a friend and i out for dinner tomorrow as a farewell gift, and he told me I could bring one more person. do you wanna come along?' she asked quickly before Anna could respond to the previous message. She pulled her legs up under her and hugged Rabbit tighter than she'd done in years. It felt good to have something pressed against her chest right now. The weirdest emotions were battling for dominance inside her right now. The by-now-familiar butterflies were fluttering around like never before, her heart was pounding, her mouth was dry, and that heating sensation between her legs was back. And yet, there was the fear again, rearing its ugly head like a viper, ready to strike her down. The next minute felt like an eternity as she waited for Anna to reply. Again, she had already seen the message.

Stupid fucking me. Why would she ever go with me and my family to dinner? First of all, I'm just some backstage crew member at her job, and second, her schedule is probably already full anyway.

- 'i just checked my schedule, and it's kinda full until 4 pm. is it after that time?'

- 'Yeah, it's 6 PM at the Mexican place in the middle of town. You know the place?'

- 'you kidding me? i fucking love the place! its almost as good as chocolate! ill see you there at 6 tomorrow then :)' Anna wrote, the excitement in her voice easy to imagine Elsa was happy now. Really happy. Anna hadn't said no without explanation or said that it would be weird or anything, just a yes, and an excited one at that. 'Yeah, I'll see you then :D' Here's my number if you need it: she wrote back, adding her number at the end and quickly closed the lid on her laptop before running to her bed, squealing into Rabbit's stomach as she tried to contain her happiness.

At dinner that night, her father smiled at her and said "You seem more happy today than I've seen you in a couple of days. Did anything special happen today?"

Yeah, my fucking crush agreed to go to dinner with me! Never mind that you and Olaf are going too, she fucking agreed to meet with me in public off-set!

- "No, not really. Guess it's just been a really good day," Elsa lied and grinned at her dad, rice and meat in her mouth. "Oh, by the way, I'm bringing one of the girls from the theatre along tomorrow. When she heard that we were going to that Mexican place, she practically begged to come along, so I couldn't refuse," she continued lying.

- "Oh good! The more the merrier! Which one of the girls is it? I'm assuming one of the backstage crew?"

- "No, it's actually the female lead, Anna," Elsa said and beamed at her dad. He smiled back and said that he couldn't wait to actually meet the talented young lady. Her dad continued talking for a while about some stuff with his job, but Elsa wasn't really listening. She was too busy thinking about Anna and the dinner tomorrow.