Recap : After working with guys all day girl's night out is essential. On one of her girl's night out she meets Elsa. After being friends for a while Anna starts having feelings towards Elsa. The feelings are new for her and she knows Elsa feels the same way about her. On the last chapter they went on their first date. We find out things about their past and saw them getting closer.

Chapter 4

Anna's POV

She called me at work the next morning. We had to postpone our second date; she ended up having a meeting that night. We compared schedules and found that the only time we could go out by ourselves was the next Friday. She was busy with meetings and dinners with clients; I was free most nights but we had also promised to go out with Rapunzel and Ariel some after work.

The four of us girls went out on Wednesday and Thursday. It was awkward. At least it was for me. I tried not to hover too much around Elsa and she avoided staring at me. It was like our date was something to hide.

Of course they knew we had gone out; Rapunzel told me as much later. They also knew we had gone out as more than "just friends", but neither of them said anything; I think they enjoyed watching Elsa and I sweat as if we had some deep, dark secret.

Each night I went to sleep wondering what I was getting myself in to. Was this infatuation or puppy love? Was I just experimenting? Was I really a lesbian? Or did I just find myself attracted to someone who was irresistible?

The memory of our kiss made me long for the next Friday night. That was the slowest week of my life, but it finally passed.

Elsa was coming over after work. I made reservations at Chez Pierre, a local French cuisine restaurant, and wanted things to be perfect for us. I was still nervous, but not as bad as the weekend before.

She showed up right on time.

"Hungry?" I asked as she stepped into my apartment.

"I'm starved, actually," she said.

After I went to retrieve my purse and keys, I turned to head for the door and found Elsa right behind me.

I jumped slightly. My body tensed as I felt her arms around me. She pulled me close and, before I could react, gave me a deep, passionate kiss.

Slowly, I relaxed as her tongue entered my mouth. Her hands framed my face.

My heart nearly leapt out of my chest. Her kiss was both hard and gentle at the same time. I could feel the desire radiating from her, yet her touch wasn't rough or overpowering like a man's.

Elsa was all woman. She was very feminine but at the same time not girly.

She pulled back enough to let me breathe, then nibbled softly on my lower lip.

Her hands brushed the hair out of my face.

"I've been waiting all week for that," she whispered.

"Me, too." My voice was barely audible.

No matter what I told my arms or feet or hands to do, I couldn't move. All I could do was stand there in her arms, trying to remember to breathe.

We gazed into each other's eyes for an eternity. Her big brown orbs were hypnotic and smoldered with lust and passion.

Finally, she let me go. I tried not to let out a disappointed sigh.

I took her hand and led her out to my car.

We made some small talk on the way to the restaurant. She had just landed a couple of new accounts at work and was very excited. I was just happy that my boss hadn't chewed on me the day before when a whole pallet of liquor had turned up missing no one at work had actually stolen anything—this time—the new inventory system screwed up all on its own.

We were seated at a private corner table. The lights were low and the food was excellent. Elsa ordered a braised chicken and I had the stuffed duck in a white wine sauce. We talked for a while about little things.

"Anna," she said right after we were done with our salads, her voice nervous. "Are you . . . I mean . . . do I . . . aw, shit, I'm going to fuck this up, too . . ."

"Fuck what up?" I asked after a moment.

She took a deep breath. "Do I have a shot at being more than just a friend?"

I looked into her eyes. "I've been wondering that myself. . . . Listen . . . This is all very new for me . . ."

Her hand reached across the table. I took it.

"I'm not good at relationships," Elsa said quietly. "All the ones I'm in usually end badly."

For a second, I was tempted to say something, but I could see that she was searching for just the right words.

After a false start or two, she began to speak, her voice hushed. "I don't like commitment. I don't like feeling like I'm tied down. Maybe it's because I spent so much time . . . wondering if I was normal . . . worrying about rejection or people not accepting me because of who I am . . . I wish I could explain it."

Very gently, I took her hand in both of mine and gave her a reassuring look. "I'm just the opposite. I fall in love quickly. I like being in relationships. They're safe and secure . . . or at least I like to think they are. Sometimes I put up with someone's shit for too long just because I don't want to be lonely. I've been trying out this single thing, but I'm not sure I really like it."

We were silent for a second. She looked away for a second and chuckled to herself. "We're quite a pair, aren't we?"

I smiled back. My mind flashed back to my last couple of boyfriends.

"Sometimes, I think I like the idea of being in love more than I like the person I'm with," I whispered.

"I like the idea of being in love, too . . . I think I'm too chickenshit to do it, though." Elsa gave me a rueful smile. "You know that girl we saw the other night? . . . Vicki . . . She's my usual pattern. We met at a club, hooked up and then went out a few times. Then I started making excuses not to see her."

As her voice trailed off, I felt that little twinge of jealousy in my stomach again. "Why?"

Elsa looked away. "I don't know . . . I think a part of me likes the one night stands . . . I can't get hurt that way."

"I'm not the one night stand type," I said, my voice hardening unconsciously.

"You've never had a one-night stand?"

I just shook my head.

She wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. "Look at me . . . I'm a mess."

"You're a beautiful mess," I said softly.

Elsa shot me an appreciative, yet mischievous, smile. "And you're full of shit."

We both took a quick drink, both to avoid having to say anything and to wet our dry mouths.

"Why did you ask me out?" she asked me for the second time.

"Because you're . . . I don't know," I stammered. "Because it seemed right."

"I don't want to break your heart," Elsa warned.

"You don't want to break my heart or you don't want your own broken?"

I could tell a flippant retort was on her lips, but she stopped. I think the words stung her because they hit a little too close to home.

"Elsa," I began. I waited until she had looked up into my eyes. "I don't know what came over me. A part of me thinks that I've gone off the deep end. I've never been attracted to another woman, but when I look at you . . . all I can think is that I've got to be with you."

"I can't do this I'm sorry Anna." She walked away from me not looking back.

"Are you kidding?" I questioned myself. "What is her problem?"

My jealousy became anger. How can she just leave? What the hell am I to her? I wiped the single tear on face and left the restaurant. She just wants one night stands then fine. Let her get her heart broken.

My favorite corner store was still open and I was just going to drink myself stupid. Just by myself that's how it's suppose to be.

"Anna?" A male voice calls for me. "Hey what's up?" He asked.

It was Kristoff. "Hi Kristoff, I was just getting something to drink."

He gave me a cute smile." I don't have to beat anyone up do I?" He asked eyeing the vodka on my hand.

"No I'm just...want to drink alone."

"You wanna drink alone? That's no fun I'll join you." He suggested

"Right now?" I asked reluctantly,

"Ya!" He shouted." I'll share my booze and I'll buy you that vodka." He offered

I smiled at him and shrugged my shoulders.

We were in his apartment. I was a little stun that his place was even worse than mine.

"So you kissed her." He grins.

"She kissed me and after tells me she doesn't won't a relationship."

"That's kinda messed up..." He awkwardly said.

"It's fucked up but it's my fault. I shouldn't have been so dumb, she's too afraid for a relationship." I told him.

"Well people are like that. Just know it has nothing to do with you." He told me. I think he was pretending to support her.

"Who knows maybe it was." I said as I drank a shot.

"No, you have bits and pieces." He smiled

"Bits and pieces." I giggled. "What's that mean?" I continued to laugh softly.

"There's something about you. Something that makes it easy to like you." The blonde hair man told me.

There was an awkward silence. "This is some place." I said sarcastically.

"I love the mess in my apartment. It keeps me warm. So I just let it pile up and let it grow." He jokingly said.

I covered my mouth with my hand hiding my laughter. "I should go." I said getting up from his couch.

"I'll give you a ride." He suggested.

Without hesitation I accepted. He took me home and I passed out as soon as I hit my bed.

A/N : Sorry for making Anna kinda hate Elsa for a moment. I want to build their relationship. I don't want to disappoint any one but this story is kinda short. I plan on writing 15 chapters. Review if you're awesome.