Revised on 7/14/15

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Elsa's POV

The walk from my father's apartment was a blur, and soon enough, we were soon back at Anna's house. Hazy recollections of Anna's gentle smile, accompanied by her soft palm against mine, and the burning vision of the snow stained sidewalk behind my eyes were the only indication that the walk had occurred.

My eyes drifted to Anna's back as she approached the front door. Said red-head entered through the opening of the wide door and held it open as I came in behind her.

I hesitantly wrapped my hand around Anna's arm as she made to travel further into the house, speaking unsurely, "Hey, Anna? Could you, um…Could you not tell your parents why my dad kicked me out? And, uh… Can you not tell them how my eye got bruised?" I asked in a murmur, pointing to the large black and blue area around my eye.

Anna smiled gently, "Of course Elsa. I won't tell them anything you don't want me too. I promise.," She said with a small smile. She turned and addressed her mother in the next room, "Mom, I'm home," She yelled before turning to face me. I was staring at my shoes, my entire being flooded with the guilt of forcing myself upon her family because I had nowhere else to stay. "Hey, don't worry. They'll let you stay with us for sure. And if they don't, I'll hide you in my closet." Her joke elicited a small chuckle from me as we proceeded through the house.

We entered the kitchen to find Anna's father at the dining table reading a newspaper while her mother was busying herself at the stove. Anna's mother turned and smiled at us.

"It's nice to see you again, Elsa. I wasn't expecting to see you again this evening though…" Mrs. Andersen turned to face her daughter, an expectant gleam in her eye.

"Uh…yeah." I replied quietly, looking at my feet.

"What did you do to your face? You have a big shiner by your eye."

As if I hadn't noticed.

"I uh…Uh, I um… I ran into a pole." I replied quickly, saying the first thing that came to mind before internally face palming. Really, Elsa? You ran into a pole? Is that really the best you can think of?

A loud smack came from beside me; where my face palm had been more metal, Anna's had been physical. Half of her hand cupped her forehead, and the other half covered her eyes. It was quite obvious that she was having the same thoughts I was having as she pursed her lips, trying not to smile.

"Is something wrong, Anna?" Her father asked, glancing up finally, shifting his focus from the paper in his hands to his daughter.

"Hm? Oh, I'm fine, small headache is all. Um, Elsa, that's my dad. Dad, this is my girlfriend Elsa."

I gave the man a small smile as he looked past both the paper and Anna, meeting my eyes. He gave me a wide smile as he stood up, crossed the room, and shook my hand. The man had dirty blonde hair, a goatee, and rosy cheeks that highlighted a long nose and welcoming smile.

"It's nice to meet you, Elsa," He beamed.

"Nice to meet you too, sir," I responded. I dropped my gaze back to my ratty sneakers as I picked at my fingernails nervously, eyes occasionally darting up to view the room's occupants.

Anna turned her head to look at me, twisting her hands as she spoke, "So mom, dad… Elsa kind of needs a place to stay for a little while and I was wondering if… you know… if it would be okay for her to stay with us?" Anna asked, a hopeful smile tracing the features of her face as she dropped her hands back to her sides.

"Of course, we would be glad to have Elsa stay." Anna's mother responded almost immediately.

My head shot up and I stared at her with my mouth hanging slightly open. Wait, what?

"No need to look so shocked." Her father chimed in with a laugh.

I switched my gaze over to him and then to Anna's mother and then back again. I spent another moment gaping at them, brain blazing with thoughts.

Oh my god, what do I say? I honestly was expecting a, "No, sorry, dear", before leaving to wander the streets, looking for a place to crash overnight.

My ears burned a brilliant shade of red as I realized I had been silent for too long, blankly staring at Anna's parents without saying anything.

I rushed to accommodate the realization, "I…I don't…a-are you sure? T-thank you." I finally sputtered out.

Anna's mother smiled, "Yes, we're sure. You're quite welcome. You can stay in the guest room for as long as you need to. Anna, be a dear and show her where it is. When you're done, I'm making meatloaf for dinner so you can come down and join us." Her mother said, waving an arm carelessly to the side, grin increasing in size.

"Sure thing, mom. This way, Elsa," Anna replied before leading me by the hand up the stairs.

My legs worked mechanically, mind still buzzing with unspoken gratitude. Wow, could you have seemed any less ungrateful? My mind snapped at me. Honestly, you should have just insulted them both and then walked out the door; it would've been no more rude than what you were.

When we reached the landing, Anna led me down the hall to a room a little further down from hers. The door was closed, light blue paint gleaming in the setting sun, abstract lines tracing the borders in a darker shade. She flung the door open and stepped inside, pulling me in after her. I looked around the room to see that everything was blue… literally everything. The window frame was blue, the fuzzy carpet beneath our feet was blue, the bed frame under the mattress was blue, and all of the sheets, pillows, and blankets were blue. Blue picture frames bordered blue pictures that hung on blue walls. Blue, blue, blue, blue. Different shades of course, but you get the picture.

I turned after briefly inspecting the room, only to see Anna looking at me, chewing on her lip somewhat expectantly. "Is it okay? Do you like it?"

I crackled a smile at her, responding, "It's wonderful, I love it. I'm going to hazard a guess that someone here likes the color blue. Am I right?" I asked playfully, cocking an eyebrow at her as she grinned.

"Oh, yeah. That would be me. This used to be my room when I was a little girl. I used to love blue, but when I got a little older I started liking green more. It went better with my hair too, so that was like an added bonus for me. I started pestering my parents to make everything green instead of blue. Of course, they didn't want to spend time and money redecorating a completely blue room so they moved me across the hall into the room I have now. They didn't let me go as overboard with the decorating as they did in here though. This became the guest room and now I guess it's your room."

My smile dropped ever so slightly and I raised my hands, the gesture somewhat defensive as a light panic barreled through me. "You don't have to call it my room; it's still the guest room. I don't know how long I'll need to be here, but I don't want to overstay my welcome."

Anna furrowed her eyebrows slightly, but the smile didn't recede her face. "Elsa, did you even hear what my parents and I have said? You are welcome here for as long as you need a place to stay. You're not intruding and you're not a liability." She said softly.

Then why do I still feel like I am? "Thanks, Anna." I replied instead, with a smile not quite reaching my eyes.

Anna's eyes brightened considerably, "Well, I showed you where you'll be staying. Do you want to go back down and have some of mom's meatloaf? It's ah-maaaazing." Anna's face lit up when speaking of her mother's cooking in the most adorable way, I couldn't help but giggle.

I raised a hand to my mouth to muffle the sound but she heard was now staring at me, hands on hips, with a look of mock annoyance. "You won't love it until you try it." She scolded with a smile. "Now come on, I'm starving."

Anna led the way out of the guest room and I grinned at her back with a mumbled, "Surprise, surprise."

"I heard that," She grumbled, falling back to flick my arm.

Her response served only to increase my smile and she pouted, wrapping an arm around the back of my waist. I flung an arm over her shoulders, letting her steer us toward the stairs.

We returned to the kitchen a minute later to see Anna's mother setting the table with plates, napkins, and silverware.

I eyed her somewhat anxiously, as if for whatever reason expecting her to turn and ask me to leave.

"Can I help you with anything, Mrs. Andersen?"

"No thank you, dear. I can manage. You are our guest anyways and it would be rude of me to ask you to help."

I stepped forward, determined to assist, "No, I wouldn't mind. Really, helping you is the least I can do to repay you for letting me stay in your house with you."

"Nonsense, you don't need to repay us for anything. Please come sit and enjoy dinner."

After a twenty minute dinner full of delicious meat loaf and plenty of awkward silences between the conversation (on my part at least), I was back in the guest room preparing for bed. Anna had given me a small gift basket of sorts, consisting of things like brand new toothbrush, tube of toothpaste, and even a new pair of pajamas.

A smile wound across my lips, as it seemed to do often when I was around Anna. It meant a lot that she had thought to provide me with these things.

The pajamas were stripped horizontally in a bright green and black and puffed out around the waistband. The vibrant green clashed with my platinum blonde hair, I noticed with a small grimace, regarding myself almost critically in the bathroom mirror.

I finally tore my eyes away from their duty of examining my entirety, not willing to welcome a bout of what could be considered shame at my child-like appearance, trying to convince myself (not so successfully) that I looked fine.

Moments later, I was swiping the toothbrush back and forth across my teeth, and there was a knock on the door. I spit out the foamy toothpaste and wiped the excess from the corners of my mouth before calling out, "Come in!"

I walked out of the bathroom to see Anna standing in front of the door, twiddling a hairbrush in her fingers. She had yet to change into her pajamas I noticed.

"Hey," She smiled, "I thought you might need a brush." She extended it out to me.

"Thank you. You know, you don't have to give me any of this; I can always go to the store and buy it for myself. I don't want you spending money on me." I tugged lightly on the waistband of the pajama top.

Anna rolled her eyes, "I didn't buy them specifically for you. I bought extras of all this stuff in case we ever had a guest that forgot something." She responded. "Not everything's about you Elsa."

"Th-that's not at all what I was saying." I missed the quip in her voice that told me she was teasing. Great. Now she thinks I'm conceited. Just what I need. I wasn't trying to sound full of myself, I just wanted her to know she didn't need to spend her money on me; it would make me feel even worse about staying at her house.

"I know Elsa, I was kidding."

Oh…kidding. I totally knew that.

Anna lifted both eyebrows as moved her eyes up and down my figure, taking in the sight of me in the slightly too big, outrageously colored sleepwear. She let out a low whistle, "Nice outfit," Sarcasm dripped off of the two words.

"Shut up." I said with a laugh. "I look like bumblebee with serious salt problems," I looked down at myself, subconsciously frowning. "Seriously, this bumblebee is bloated to the extremes."

Anna paused for a moment, looking me over again, "No you don't…" I raised my eyebrows at her, silently communicating a short, "You hesitated".

"Okay, yes you do." Anna giggled as she wrapped her arms around me. She pulled away after a moment and leaned in so our noses were touching. "But you're my bloated bumblebee."

It was my turn to let out a whistle, "And I'm the cliché in this relationship."

"Shut it."

Again, a single eyebrow lifted to meet my hairline. "Make me." I breathed out, impassive features masking my face.

Anna's eyes narrowed at the challenge and she leaned forward with a toothy grin.

I inhaled sharply against her lips as she tilted her head so we didn't bump noses, pressing against me in a soft, yet firm kiss. My eyes fluttered shut and one of her arms snaked its way around my neck, resting between my shoulder blades. I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer, shuddering as her tongue swept across my bottom lip before pushing slowly into my mouth.

Together our tongues danced before the backs of my knees collided against the bed frame. I flopped back onto the bed, Anna landing on top of me, giggling as the movement broke us apart. I barely had time to let out a laugh of my own before her lips were upon mine once more.

Anna trailed a hand under the back of my stripped shirt as I shifted my weight, seamlessly flipping us over without breaking the contact between our lips and tongues. I moved a hand to brush her bangs out of her eyes as my leg dipped between hers.

A small squeak filtered through Anna's lips and my eyes popped open. They fluttered shut again and I experimentally raised my leg a bit higher, pressing my knee lightly into the apex of her legs.

The noise Anna made this time was less of a squeal, and more of a moan.

My brain had narrowed itself down, shunning the world around us; everything was about Anna right now. Anna. Anna. Anna... And more Anna. I grazed my fingertips over her hip and received a shiver in response. Small goose bumps erupted across her smooth skin as I ghosted my fingers over her ribcage. She squirmed a bit and pushed my hands back. I halted and pulled away for a second time, worrying that I did something wrong.

"Ticklish." Anna breathed through a sheepish smile before pulling me down again.

I let out a small giggle as our lips met again. Can she get anymore adorable? I let my hands wander up once more, careful not to accidently tickle Anna again. I'll keep that in mind though, and use it to my advantage another time. I moved my mouth downwards to press a kiss to her neck before sucking lightly on her pulse point. My fingers found the underside of her bra and traveled up just a little more to brush across the underside of her breasts.

I leaned back and looked Anna in the eye as she grasped one of my hands and pushed it downward. Lower and lower, brushing past her navel and lower still. I swooped in and connected our lips again, gently biting down on her lower lip before soothing it with a swipe of my tongue. With Anna's guidance, my hand had reached the waistline of her jeans and was dancing along the coarse fabric before the red head, chest heaving, slipped in underneath.

Anna broke the kiss and tipped her head back as my fingers grazed teasingly along the waistband of her underwear, swearing under her breath as I purposely avoided the one area she wanted my hand the most. After a few moments, I obliged her, poking my fingers under her underwear, snaking downwards and-BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ.

I froze as we were interrupted by Anna's phone, which was vibrating through the pocket in her jeans. I pushed myself off of her and rolled a bit further across the bed as she withdrew the buzzing device while giving a huff of annoyance.

'Hey honey, I need you to come down to the kitchen so we can talk. Your father and I have a few questions we'd like to ask you. x'

Anna half sighed, half whined, "It's my mom, she wants me to go downstairs and meet her in the kitchen." She said as she turned and looked over at me, still breathing heavily.

"Don't keep her waiting then." I responded with a small smile. "I'll see you tomorrow."

She pulled the door open and walked out, exiting with a, "Goodnight." She looked back at me once more. "If you need anything tonight, don't hesitate to come get me." She pushed the door closed once more.

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Anna's POV

I trudged down the stairs grouchily and stomped lightly into the kitchen to see my parents waiting for me at the dining table.

"Let's actually go and talk in the living room, it'll be more comfortable in there." My mother said, extending an arm towards the doorway as if I hadn't lived in this house for eighteen years and didn't know where the hell I was going.

I followed my parents into the living room, concealing a small scowl that was threatening to take residence upon my lips. T

hey sat themselves on the larger of the two couches and my mother motioned for me to sit on the smaller couch across next to them. I lowered myself into the seat and leaned back, smacking the back of my head against the cabinet behind me.

"Ow!"

The couch was in the very corner of the room which left a fair amount of space behind it that my parents had filled with the cabinet. I would hit my head on it every time I sat down on that damn couch because the corner of it jutted out. I rubbed the back of my head and turned toward the pair, staring expectantly, and waiting for them to initiate the conversation.

"You're not in your pajamas yet." My mother noted. "It's ten fifty three, why are you not in your pajamas yet?"

I stared at her blankly, completely unamused.

"Maybe it's because I'm eighteen and I can put my pajamas on whenever the hell I want, mom."I swear if you interrupted Elsa and I just so you could pester me about pajamas…

"Watch your language." My father said sternly. "Don't speak to your mother that way."

"I can speak however I want." I said before I could stop myself, hiding a grimace as my father's expression turned sour.

As he opened his mouth to retort, my mother put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a look that clearly said, 'Don't argue with her right now.'

I looked back at her, completely aware of their nonverbal communication. Really? I'm right here. What the hell is this, 'good cop, bad cop'?

My mother cleared her throat, "We didn't ask any questions earlier Anna, but you knew they would be coming at some point. The time has come, and if Elsa is going to continue staying with us then we need to know why she suddenly can't stay in her own home. We didn't want to pester her about it and we figured," She glanced over at my father before looking back to me, "That she would tell you because you're her girlfriend." My mother stated.

"You're right," I started slowly, thinking through my response carefully. "She did tell me. In fact, I was there minutes before she left." I remembered the promise I made her earlier in the evening. I need to say this carefully and not give too much away."Her father kicked her out and she needed a place to stay and now she's here," I accentuated the last sentence.

"Why did her father kick her out?" My father asked, leaning forward and placing his forearms on his knees.

Because he's an abusing asshole that doesn't understand what a wonderful daughter he has.

"Because he's a prick," Is what I settled on saying instead.

"Anna!" My mother scolded. "Don't talk about other people like that and watch your mouth."

"But he is!" I insisted, "If you met him, you would call him a prick too. He kicked her out because he's a stuck up asshole that doesn't understand what an amazing daughter he has."

"Language!"

"What are you going to do dad? Make me wash my mouth out with a bar soap? Been there done that, thank you very much." I snapped.

My mother cut in curtly, placing a hand on my father's arm, "Look, Anna. You need to tell us why she was kicked out or I'm afraid we may not be able to let her stay with us anymore."

"What, you think she's some kind of drug lord or something? She didn't get kicked out because she did something illegal or anything like that; her father is just the kind of person that would do that to his daughter," I glared at my parents and continued, "If you make her leave then I'm going too because he disowned her and now I'm the only person left that gives two shits about her and I'm not going to leave her."

"Anna Grace Andersen you watch your language or so help me I'll-"

"You'll what dad?!" I sneered. "You going to ground me? I'm eighteen years old and I can use the language that I want! Puedo usar el lenguaje que quiero! Je peux utiliser la langue que je veux! Ich kann die Sprache, die ich will, verwenden!"

"Stop it, both of you," My mother snapped. "English will do just fine, Anna." She glared at me, and I couldn't tell if she was trying not to laugh or yell. "You said that you're the only person she has left because her father disowned her, but what about her mother?"

"Her mother died when she was eight." I replied.

My mother cooed quietly, "Poor girl," She exchanged a glance with my father and sighed, "You still have only been very vague talking about why she was kicked out of her home."

I pinched the bridge of my nose, "Look, mom. I told Elsa that I wouldn't say anything she didn't want me to say. I'm sure she'll tell you when she's ready."

"Anna," My father spoke up again, "We appreciate the loyalty you're showing to your girlfriend, but can't you just tell-"

"No dad."

My mother sighed heavily, through the nose this time, before looking over at my father yet again. They exchanged a few unspoken words before she turned to me once more. "Alright, Anna. If and when Elsa's ready to tell, then she can. We won't pry or bother either one of you about it. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Good." She smiled as she and my father stood up and walked to the room's exit. "Now I think it's time your father and I went to bed. You best get up there yourself." My father left the room and made to go upstairs while my mother lingered in the room for a moment longer. She gave me a playful smile. "Oh, and Anna?"

"Yeah?"

"Put your pajamas on."

I gave her a smile of my own as I crossed the room and gave her a hug. "I will."

"And between you and me, I thought it was very amusing when you started speaking in different languages to your father. Especially because he can't speak anything but English." She said laughing.

I joined in. "Honestly, I don't know where it came from."

"Goodnight, Anna."

"Goodnight, mom."

I walked up the stairs and into my room, put my pajamas on, and slid under the sheets on my bed. Little did I know that as I slowly drifted off, Elsa sat in a dark corner of the living room wedged between the cabinet and the couch, not rising until she was certain we had all gone to bed.

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A/N

Sorry about the ridiculously long time it took for me to update. I tried to make up for it by making this a longer chapter. Also, this is the first time I've attempted to write anything sort of smutty so I apologize if it was bad or weird or anything. The languages used in Anna's multi language rant were English, Spanish, French, and German if you guys didn't know.