Elsa and I had never been on an official date before - there were times when we hung out at her house, and all that, but never a date.
So the first day it hit sixty degrees, we decided to go out and celebrate.
There was this restaurant in the middle of town. It was the place where everyone went to for every occasion. You know, one of those places that wasn't too fancy but was just fancy enough for everything.
We didn't dress up too much, or anything - in fact we dressed down quite a bit. After the freezing temperatures of the winter, sixty degrees felt like the middle of summer.
So I wore a t shirt and capris, and Elsa wore...well, her lighter leathers. In spite of all the changes she'd gone through, she refused to change her clothing choices. But I was happy that she didn't change that; she was beautiful the way she was. I loved her the way she was.
We ate a nice meal of finger sandwiches, fries, and chocolate mousse for dessert. It was nice, to sit and talk with her about light things.
Afterwards, we left, going to her house. I vaguely noticed her aunt's car was gone.
When we got inside, she started kissing my neck, her fingers dancing over the buttons on my pants. I hesitated briefly, before pushing her hands away. She didn't move them back. Instead we continued kissing. The passion between us grew, and my legs grew weak. We tumbled into her living room, the small slits of light through the blinds were the only source of light provided to us.
Her hands drifted down once again. I separated my mouth from hers. "Elsa...stop..."
To my relief she did. She pulled back, brushing a few pale strands of hair from her flushed face, giving me an annoyed look. "Why?"
"I just..." My throat seemed to tense up, and I couldn't force any more words out. I coughed a couple times, rubbing my face, trying to calm down. Eventually I was able to choke out, "Let's just...not ruin this evening..."
"Ruin?" she asked incredulously. "Is that what you think of sex? A ruining factor."
"No!" I exclaimed. "No, it's...I just...can't we just be? Like why don't we just cuddle, or-"
Elsa's glare cut me off. "I've been so patient, Anna. We hardly do anything."
"No," I corrected. "We talk, we hang out, we hug and kiss...what's wrong with just doing that stuff-"
"Why are you acting so...ridiculous about this?!" she yelped.
"I'm not acting ridiculous," I said quietly, feeling a bit offended. "You're the one acting ridiculous!"
I knew I said the wrong thing, but I didn't care. I was completely and utterly frustrated. I hated how she took something so serious as having sex so casually. "Doing that stuff may not be that big of deal to you, but it is to me." I said quietly.
She made a low growling sound. "I can't believe you think that little of me."
"That's not what I'm say-"
"Leave."
I stared at her in shock. Everything had been going so well. I was happy. Elsa was happy.
If I left, then that would be that. I was so sure of that fact. I didn't want to go.
"Elsa," I whispered.
The anger was pouring off her. She angrily pushed me away from her, the cool orbs of her face cutting through my soul like the shards of ice they were.
"Leave," she hissed lowly.
I left, but not without a fight. Not against Elsa, but against myself.
The walk home was incredibly cold.