Chapter 9. All I want for Christmas is you.

"... but Anna, true love doesn't exist, stop saying nonsense."

"Fine if you want to believe that I don't care, but I'm telling you that I don't want to be your friend with benefits anymore, I want love." I say exasperatedly. I've been arguing with Hans over phone for more than two hours now, and he still doesn't accept my decision of being just friends. I knew it wouldn't be easy, even less if I don't tell him my true reasons, but I don't want him to know the truth; it would only be bad for Elsa.

"You wouldn't be able to endure even two weeks without being my friend with benefits. You'll come to me begging to suck my cock before the first day ends." He says confidently. I know he's smirking. I wanna puck… however, I can take advantage from this.

"Fine, if you're so confident, let's make a bet." I say. "We'll take a one-month break from being friends with benefits. If by end I haven't come to you begging for anything normal friends shouldn't do, like kissing or other… things, then we'll cancel the benefits forever." There's a tense silence at the other end of the line, but Hans quickly clears his throat and speaks again covering his insecurities. I smile.

"Forever, huh? That sounds drastic. But you're losing your time, you couldn't live without me and you know it."

"What? Are you afraid that I could actually resist your charm?" I mock.

"Alright, I'll take the bet." He quickly says. "But if we even kiss during that month, then you'd have to let me fuck you."

I shiver in disgust. Did he really have to say that? Anyways, there's no way on earth I'm letting that happen.

"Deal." I say with more confidence than I'm feeling.

"Well then, the month will start after winter break. See you."

He hangs up and I sigh in relief. I think it all went well after all… well, more or less, I wasn't expecting to make a bet, but I'm pretty sure I can win. Whatever, enough of this. Today is a really special day, the day I've been waiting since last time I saw Elsa, and I'm proud to say that this time I actually have an elaborated plan to win her heart, and I'm positive that it'll work… If she's lesbian, that is.

The first part of that plan is to braid my hair, since she said she likes it that way, and wear provocative clothes. But that's only about appearance. About personality I guess I'll just have to act like the last time, since she seemed to enjoy being with the real me… only more seducing. If I actually manage to figure out how to be seducing. The second part is a series of surprises, including mistletoe. Never forget mistletoe.

Just as I'm finishing the last touches of my appearance, like making sure for the hundredth time that my skirt doesn't have even a single wrinkle, the doorbell rings and I run downstairs to meet my beautiful blonde, almost crashing with the butler in the rush to open the door myself. As I reach it, I try to calm myself, take a couple of deep breaths and place a hand on the doorknob.

Okay Anna, you can do it. You were born ready.

With that thought in mind, I open the door in one swift motion to be faced with the shy expression of a gorgeous girl. The sight makes me blush madly and my mind stops functioning altogether. It seems that now that I'm fully aware of my true feelings and preferences, the effect Elsa has on me has been doubled. I know that right now I'm openly ogling her, but I can't do anything about it, I mean, she's so beautiful it should be a crime! Seriously, and even more today that she has a wonderfully happy expression and hopeful eyes, and don't even make me start talking about the blush adorning her cheeks… gosh, she's cute! I just wanna jump over her.

Easy Anna, you don't want to scare her away. One step at time.

I clear my throat hoping to find my voice before this turns awkward.

"H-hi." I stutter with a little smile while raising my hand as greeting.

"Hi." She almost whispers as her shoulders come slightly up in an overly cute and shy movement that makes me stare at her almost drooling for a few moments before I realize my mistake and try to cover it up with rambling. Lots of rambling.

"W-wanna come in? Well, of course you wanna come in, why else would you be here? I mean, if you wanted to stay out on the snow, you could've done it anywhere, not in front of my house… unless you wanted to stalk me. N-not that I think you're a stalker, on the contrary, I am more the stalker type, like I could easily get obsessed with you… o-or someone else really, n-not precisely you, just… Ugghh!" I scream in frustration at my incompetence on keeping my mouth shut as I cover my overly flushed face with my hands, and I feel even more embarrassed as I hear a soft laughter that, in other circumstances would've been the most beautiful sound on the world.

Suddenly I fell soft hands taking mine off my face and a gentle voice saying:

"Hey, it's okay. I know what you meant to say." There's still a hint of amusement on her voice, but at least she's not laughing anymore. "And yes, I wanna come in."

I nod, still incapable of looking at her eyes, and afraid of opening my mouth and embarrass myself again, so I just lead her inside and upstairs to my room. It isn't until we're both inside that I remember the reason I wanted to open the door in the first place; there was mistletoe at the doorframe. I want to face palm myself. If I mention it now it'd be awkward because my true intentions would be obvious. I suppose I'll have to wait until it's time for her to leave.

For now I'm putting on action the rest of my plan.

"You have a nice room. It's very… large." She says while admiring everything.

"Uh… thanks." I say. "It's like every room, really." Seriously, I don't see anything special about my room, at least nothing worth taking about.

In that moment, she approaches to my nightstand, apparently because something caught her attention, but there's nothing there except my cellphone, a book, a stuffed snowman and… crap!

"Is this my headband?" She asks while picking said object. I instantly feel goosebumps appearing on my skin and a not very pleasurable sensation on my stomach. Why didn't I hide that stupid object?

"Uh… eh… he he." I stammer and laugh nervously not knowing what to say. Lying would be useless, but I don't want to say the truth; I don't want her to remember that day. "Y-y-yes." I finally say. "I-I wanted to give it to you, really, but…" I sigh remembering what happened. "Hans… he b-broke it a-and I tried to repair it but it didn't end up well, so… yeah." I sigh again and lower my head. I just hope she forgives me.

"You kept it this whole time?" She asks, but I can't distinguish the emotion expressing trough her voice.

"Yes. It-it reminds me of you." I want to take back my words because I'm aware that it sounded way too cheesy, but I know the only thing I can do is to blush even more and apologize. "S-sorry… I told you I was the stalker type."

"I-its okay." She says. "I think it's… cute." I dare to look at her, only to find her eying intently at the headband, while her hands clutch it tightly and very close to her chest, as if it was very special for her.

"You can have it, if you want." I force myself to say. I don't want to give up on the only thing I have of her, but it's hers after all; I only stole it. "It seems to be very important for you."

"Yeah…" She seems to be deep in thought. "Someone gave it to me, someone I l-loved… a lot." I feel a pang of pain on my heart. Which kind of love she's talking about? Romantic love? Was it a boyfriend? Girlfriend? She seems to still love them, if the tears appearing on her eyes are some indication.

"Who was this person?" I ask, despite the voice in my head telling me not to.

"I… It doesn't matter. It was a long time ago." She says placing the headband back on my nightstand so quickly that you'd think it was burning her hands. "A-and no, I don't want it back. You can do whatever you want with it."

Burn it!... No, it's Elsa's now. It doesn't matter who gave it to her, that headband is an important part of the girl and that's enough reason to keep it.

"Okay, uh…" What was the next part of my plan again? Oh, right! The gift. "I have a present for you, a birthday present." I walk to my closet and produce a small box wrapped in blue paper from it. Then I return with Elsa and hand it to her. "Here."

"T-thanks." She answers taking it. "You really didn't have to."

"Nonsense, we're friends now. Friends usually give each other presents." She keeps staring at it as if she couldn't believe it is real. I giggle. "You can open it, y'know? I promise it won't explode or something." I joke.

She carefully opens the box and extracts the pair of blue earrings from it, looking at them in amazement.

"Oh Anna, they are so beautiful." She says sincerely, joy clearly on her voice and her eyes brightening as I've never seen before.

Yes, it worked! One point for Anna!

"I'm glad you like them." I say smiling.

"I do, I do like them very much, but…" Her smile suddenly disappears and her look becomes sad and tormented. "I-I… I don't deserve them."

What?!

"What?! Why'd you say that? Of course you deserve them."

"No, I don't." She sighs casting down her eyes.

"I dare you to tell me one single reason for not deserving a simple pair of earrings."

"I-I…" She stops what she was going to say, clearly thinking intently with a frown on her face.

"See? Not even a reason. They are yours and you deserve them so don't protest." I say firmly, but she still seems unsure. "Unless you don't really liked them?" I half-ask, worried that she doesn't quite like her present and is only too polite to tell me.

"No, I do." She exclaims so eagerly I have no doubts that she's telling the truth.

"Then you'll take them and don't protest anymore, am I clear?"

"F-fine. Thank you." She says smiling, but it's a sad smile, and it hurts me to see her like this. It was supposed to be a happy day after all.

"Put them on so I can see how they look, will you?" I request in an attempt to bring back that happy side of her. She does as I told and I lead her gently to where my mirror is. "See how beautiful you are?" I say sincerely as we both admire her reflection (my head placed comfortably on her shoulder).

"Do you mean it?" She asks while turning to look at me.

"Yes, I do." I say smiling and turning to gaze at her. "And those earrings complement your eyes very nicely."

"T-thanks." She says softly while her cheeks turn a nice shade of red and a smile appears on her lips, a real one.

I was able to make her smile! Yes, another point!

"Come on, I want to show you my house and then maybe we could build a snowman?" I ask hopefully, my head still laying on her shoulder.

"I'd love it." She answers truthfully.

"Good, what are we waiting for?" I exclaim excitedly getting off her shoulder but taking hold of her hand and dragging her out of my room.

I showed her all my house and my favorite places in it, like the couch in front of Joan D'arc, my best friend as I grew. I even introduced them to each other, though Elsa looked at me as if I were crazy for telling her that my best friend is a painting, but whatever. After that we ate something and then we went outside to build a snowman very similar to the first one and have a snowball fight. It was fun, but unfortunately it was so cold that I had to put on a sweater (I should've wear a jacket but it doesn't show my body) which hided my cleavage and, on top of that, was so thin that had me shivering the entire time. Elsa was smiling all the time, though, so it was worth it.

Right now we're going inside the house again, trying to get rid of the snow at the entrance. We're both wet and cold though, so Elsa takes off her sweater and I change into warmer (though less sexy) clothes that consist on a pair of blue jeans and a light-magenta and purple striped sweater. Once I'm done, I get out of my room and tell Elsa to follow me downstairs where the next surprise is prepared… well, kind of. We'll have to prepare it.

"Anna, why are we on the kitchen?" She asks as we arrive to said room.

"Because you're going to help me bake some cookies." I answer grinning.

"Am I now?" She asks raising an eyebrow.

God, I love when she does that, she looks so sexy!

"Yes, you are." I say crossing my arms over my chest.

"Alright." She says chuckling. "Care to show me how?"

"Uhm… I kinda don't know how to make cookies." I state. She looks at me with disbelief. "B-but I have a recipe." I extract it from my pocket and show it to her.

"Ginger cookies?" She says as she takes the recipe and examines it. "Very Christmassy of you."

"Well, Christmas Eve is tomorrow, so…"

"Do you have all the ingredients?"

"Of course, I thought of everything." I say proudly.

"Fine, let's do it." She smiles at me. "Though I have to warn you; this is the first time I'm going to bake something."

"Don't worry, this is my first time too. We can learn together. "Suddenly I blush at my own words."

Wait what? That sounded too suggestive, like I was talking about another type of first time… No, I'm probably just overthinking it.

"A-alright." She stutters blushing. "Let's do it."

"Fine." I lean on her shoulder to look at the recipe she's holding and read the first instructions. "What about I sift the flour and the other powdery ingredients while you beat the butter?"

"Sounds good."

I smile at her and quickly go retrieving a bowl and big spoon for Elsa and another bowl and a sieve for me. Soon we start working side by side, and I may say that I'd never imagined sifting flour could be so entertaining; I'm making it "snow" in the bowl, forming mountains and volcanoes and watching how my creations crumble when they are too tall. I'm constantly giggling, but I don't know if it's because of the flour or because I'm too joyful for having Elsa with me… probably the last.

I turn to see my precious blonde… ehm I mean Elsa, who is struggling with the butter which apparently is too cold and, therefore, too hard, but she isn't complaining in the least, even if it's obvious that she's too weak for the task. I roll my eyes, she's too proud to ask for help.

"Hey, need some help?" I ask.

"I-I'm fine." She really doesn't know how to lie. "Just do what you were doing, I can handle this."

"Come on, let me help you." I say gently while I practically hug her from behind to grab the spoon with which she was trying to beat the butter and start moving it to see if I can be more successful than Elsa in the task. The sensation of her back pressed to my front is… overwhelming, and the scent I can smell from my position at her shoulder (my new favorite spot to lean my head) is intoxicating, but I force myself to concentrate on what I'm supposedly doing.

As I thought, the butter is too hard, even for me (and I consider myself a strong person), so I think it would be better to do it with a beater… actually, why didn't I think of that in the first place?

"Hold on." I say and (reluctantly) let go of her to collect said device. Once I return, I place it on the table, connect it and give it to Elsa. "There you are." I smile and watch as she carefully turns it on and starts moving it around the bowl to make the butter softer.

I keep staring, she's sooooo beautiful, seriously how is that I never before realized I had a crush on her? I mean, I even thought I liked Hans! Hans for God's sake! His beauty doesn't even come close to Elsa's and let's not talk about his personality or intentions. Elsa is just so pure and gentle, and I know she'd never take advantage of me or demand me to be something I'm not.

"Anna? Weren't you sifting the flour?" She asks and starts giggling when I blink confused and blush because I know she caught me staring. "I think you drifted off for a while."

"I-I already finished." I say quickly and think on an excuse. "I-I was waiting for the butter to be completely beaten to pour the sugar."

"Oh." She says. She sounds disappointed? Why? "Right… uh, I think it's ready, if you want, you can pour the sugar now."

"Right. Sugar. I'll do it." I say as I rush to get the sugar and slowly pour it into the bowl while Elsa mixes them with the beater. Once it's done, I also pour the vanilla and ask Elsa to turn off the beater. She does so and I introduce my finger to the mixture just to take it into my mouth and lick it. I can't help a moan escaping from my mouth at the amazing taste. "Oh my God! Elsa, this is delicious." I say then taking another bit of the substance with my finger and experiencing the amazing taste again, this time closing my eyes and moaning even louder. "You should seriously try it."

"Oh… Okay." She answers taking a portion of the mixture also with her finger and placing it carefully, almost elegantly (if that was even possible) into her mouth, closing her eyes. Suddenly she moaned almost… sexily? As she took out her finger and opened her eyes. "You're right." She smiles. "This is wonderful."

"And it's not even finished." I say as I smile back still blushing because of the sound she made just moments before. "C-come on, let's continue."

She turns on the beater as pour the flour inside the bowl slowly, the powdery substance promptly mixing with the other ingredients. Once it's done, I add the ginger, nutmeg and cinnamon… more than necessary. I actually pour more than five spoonfuls of cinnamon there.

"Anna! What are you doing? The recipe says only two and a half spoons!" Elsa exclaims cutely worried and turning off the beater in an attempt of preventing the cinnamon to mix with the rest of the ingredients. "You almost poured the whole tin!"

"But I didn't!" I say smiling playfully, but she just pouts and glares at me.

"We have to follow the recipe if we want…"

"Oh, come on! Don't be such a killjoy." I cut her off rolling my eyes. "The recipes are just to guide us, we don't have to follow them word by word."

"But…"

"Relax. The world is not going to end just because I didn't follow a simple instruction." I chuckle, but she just frowns.

"Instructions are important." She says more seriously. "Mostly when they come from someone who knows better than you."

"No one knows better than the great Anna Summers… not about cookies anyway." I smirk, hoping to make her giggle with my joke, but she keeps frowning. "Oh, c'mon!" I exclaim. "Drop that worried face, it's just a little bit of cinnamon!"

"Why?" I tilt my head questioningly. "Why did you do it if the recipe said otherwise? Just to prove you could?"

"Of course not." I roll my eyes. "I did it because I like cinnamon."

"B-but they are supposed to be ginger cookies, not cinnamon cookies!

"So? Cinnamon tastes better." I answer matter-of-factly.

"I actually prefer gingers…" I blush at her words and her eyes widen as she realizes what she said. "I mean ginger!" She quickly corrects herself, blushing badly and making me somewhat disappointed. I can't say I didn't know what she really meant, considering the context, but a part of me hoped she wasn't really talking about spices.

"Fine." I sigh. "I'll pour a little more of ginger if you want."

"N-no, they will be too spicy." She says taking the spices away from me. "They'll just have to be cinnamon-ginger cookies." The smile I love so much returns to her face and I happily mirror it.

"Fine, let's get this over with then."

Making the cookies' figures wasn't easy, but it was funny, since we made them with a mold (well, two; one female and the other male) but the dough was too sticky and the cookies sometimes broke when we lifted them to put them on the baking sheet. There was a lot of giggling and smiling, and at the end the cookies were safely placed inside the heated oven (I asked a servant to turn it on, since with my clumsiness I'm sure I would've exploded the house or something) and now we just have to sit and wait for them to be ready… at least that was what Elsa thinks; I have another plan.

"Sooo…" I say just as we sit at the living room. "What should we do while the cookies are in the oven?"

"I-I don't know." She answers looking away shyly. "What do you want to do?" I smirk. That's just what I wanted to hear.

"Well, I was thinking… maybe we could listen some music?"

"Sounds good." She gives me a tiny smile and I get up to turn on the stereo while turning off the lights at the same time so it's completely dark except for the fake fireplace and the Christmas-tree lights. Very romantic.

The song currently playing is the last I heard: 'Let it go' from Idina Menzel, and though it's one of my favorite songs, it's not quite fit for my plan. I need something I can dance. Let's see… 'I see the light', 'Once upon a dream', 'A whole new world' geez! Do I really only hear cheesy stuff? Where are the songs with faster rhythm? Oh! Taylor Swift! Sure, her songs are really cheesy too, and a lot of them are just too slow to dance, but there are some faster, like… '22'? It's good but… Oh! 'Shake it off'! Perfect.

I leave it paused, but ready to play, and turn to Elsa, walking sexily (or at least what I hope seems like a sexy walk) and smiling seductively, eyes half-lidded. When I'm in front of her I bite my lip and, flushing badly, ask what I've been dying to ask for quite some time now:

"Doyouwannadance?"

"Uh… What?" She asks, clearly not understanding a single word because of the speed on which the question came out of my mouth. I mentally face-palm myself

"I said…" I take a deep breath. "Do you want to dance? With me?" I remark my words, this time pronouncing carefully.

"I-I… I don't dance." She says smiling politely and blushing adorably.

"But…" I try to protest.

"Please, don't insist." I pout, hoping to make her change her mind. "Maybe next time?" She says smiling in a way I can't bring myself to contradict her. She's just too… sweet and… cute.

"Fine." I sigh, disappointed that my plan didn't work… wait, I could still seduce her dancing for her! A mischievous smile appears on my face. "Then you can just sit and enjoy the show." I wink at her, turn around to start the song and, even if I've never really danced for someone, I start to move as I've seen people do it on TV and movies… and some videos of 'how to dance' I watched on youtube.

So, I dance at the rhythm of the music, even if it somehow feels odd and I'm getting a little nervous because of Elsa's presence, wondering if I'm doing it right. However, as seconds pass I concentrate more on the beat, eventually making the movements more fluid, less thought, making sure my hips shake at the right speed and the parts of my body that stand up are the ones I want Elsa to notice. It also helps that the lyrics somewhat erase my fears, since they say "Just shake it off", which means you should just dance and be yourself, without worrying what the others think. Without noticing, I even start singing, first softly and then louder and louder until my voice is the same volume as Taylor's, and I grow so much more confidente that I start searching Elsa's stunned eyes to communicate her what I can't with words.

"Shake it off, shake it off." I sing. The music suddenly changes and I stop dancing since I know what's next. I then approach Elsa with a sexy walk and one hand on my hips. "Hey, hey, hey! just think while you've been getting down and out about the liars and dirty, dirty cheats in the world you could have been getting down to this sick beat." As I sing the last part, I lean in to be in eye level with Elsa and put emphasis on my words. Then, as I see her blushed face and open-mouthed expression, I gain even more confidence and decide to do something I never thought I was capable of: sit on her lap with my right arm around her shoulders as I continue singing. "My ex-man brought his new girlfriend, she's like "oh my God", but I'm just gonna shake it." I wave my hand to make the impression of shaking something off, but then I lean towards the bewildered blonde as I caress her incredibly soft face with my left hand in a seductive way. "And to the fella over there with the hella good hair, won't you come on over, baby? We can shake, shake, shake." I half lid my eyes and bite my lip looking at her appealing mouth, but suddenly the fastened rhythm prevents me from getting even closer and kiss her. Instead, I get up and, taking her hand, pull her up easily (Since she didn't resist at all) to start dancing. Surprisingly, even if at first she's confused, she quickly catches the beat and, taking my waist with her left hand (which makes me blush badly) and my hand with the other, she starts dancing as if she had been doing it her entire life… I actually suspect that she lied to me when she said she doesn't know how to dance.

Curiously, even if I've never before danced with someone, as she takes the lead I automatically know what to do; how to move my feet, when to spin, when to let go of her shoulder to take her hand… it's like it's on my DNA or something, but believe me when I say it never before happened to me, not even when I occasionally danced with my father.

I look into her eyes as we dance and see the most wonderful thing ever; they are shining, so amazingly that it literally takes my breath away. And her smile… it's the most genuine and happy smile I've ever seen on her; she's not trying to fake it, she's not holding back or concealing her happiness. She's truly enjoying it. It's difficult to think I am the cause of this feelings on her, but it's true and it makes me feel proud and accomplished.

The song soon comes to an end, but it doesn't matter. I want to keep dancing with Elsa and I see in her eyes she wants too, and that's what we do, not caring if the songs aren't quite appropriate to dance or if we're too close to move "comfortably". We just enjoy the music as it plays and the warm touch of one another.

After approximately fifteen minutes of dancing, Elsa hits the couch with back of her knees and we collapse (me on top of her) laughing. The sensation of our bodies pressing so closely is pure bliss, and I could've stay like this, hearing her beautiful laughter in my ears while smelling her wonderful scent if not for one thing; as I laugh, I don't notice how close my mouth has gotten to her neck until my tongue touches her soft skin. We both freeze, our laughter dying instantly. I can feel my face literally burning, but I don't pull back... until I register the salty taste.

"Ewwww!" I exclaim as I pull away trying to wipe the sweat out of my mouth. "Ugh, you are salty!"

"S-sorry." Comes her vulnerable voice. "I'm sweating." I look down at her and see her saddened expression, so different to the one she had mere moments ago. Just then I realize how much power my opinion has on her and how desperate she really is to be accepted. I feel guilty for making her feel bad and quickly try to bring back her good mood.

"Look, I-I didn't… I mean… It's not like I didn't like to lick you… wait, let me rephrase that." God, I'm so nervous I can't even find the words! I sounded like a creep! "What I mean is that I don't blame you for being sweaty, after all we both are!" I giggle and give her a reassuring smile, which at least puts her more on ease. "If it was someone's fault it was mine for licking you… but it was an accident, really!" I rush to explain holding up my hands before she thinks I'm a creep. "A-and I over reacted, I mean, the taste was unexpected and it caught me out of ward, but it was not that bad, I mean, all sweat tastes the same… n-not that I've been tasting people's sweat because that would be weird and disgusting; I just assume they taste the same and… I'm rambling again." I realize and sigh. "Sorry."

"It's alright." She says with a tiny smile, not as wide as the one she had before, but equally radiant. "I like it when you ramble. I think it's adorable." Suddenly her eyes widen and her face becomes deep red, a nice change from her usual paleness.

I can't help it when I lean in and softly kiss her cheek, remaining there for a little longer than necessary.

"Thank you." I say softly when I finally pull back.

She opens her mouth to say something, but in that moment the alarm sounds and I notice the smell of baked cookies filling the atmosphere.

"They're ready!" I exclaim as I get off of her and go grab the gloves to take out the hot tray safely, then running to turn off the oven and extract the cookies.

Miraculously I don't burn myself and manage to place the tray on the table, but they are still too hot to be eaten or even decorated… which reminds me we haven't done the glace. I turn to tell Elsa we should put hands into work when I see her utterly flushed and pulling the neck of her shirt clearly because she's hot.

"Shouldn't you take off your tie?" I say.

"What? Why do you say that?" She asks quickly taking her hands to her back, pretending she wasn't feeling hot at all. I roll my eyes.

"Fine, I'll do it if you don't want to." I say pretending it's not a big deal, but actually wanting to do it at all costs. I walk towards her as she lifts her hands to stop me. Too late, I'm already loosening the knot and taking the tie away from her neck. As I do, I notice she has her shirt buttoned all the way up to her neck, but I figure out it probably isn't comfortable, even less in a heated room and after several minutes dancing, so I unbutton her shirt, until the point of almost showing her bra… which I'm not opposed to uncover, but I bet Elsa wouldn't take it so lightly. "There you are." I say stepping back and handing her the tie.

"Thanks." She squeaks looking to the ground and blushing even more.

And she says I'm adorable? I mean, just look at her! She is the definition of cuteness!

"Come on, leave your tie somewhere and follow me." I say. "It's time to make the glace."

She does as I say and I go get the beater, the recipe and the ingredients. When I finally have it all, I return to the table where Elsa is expectantly waiting for me.

"The glace is very easy so I think only one of us would be enough to make it. The problem will be choosing the colors." I say.

"If you want, I can make it." She answers with a tiny smile. "I'll let you choose the colors."

"Yes!" I say jumping enthusiastically, which makes her giggle behind her hand, and I go see the dyes, trying to think on which ones I should pick.

On one hand, I'd like to make a cookie of myself, but I'd like to make a cookie of Elsa even more, because it'd be soooo cute! However, Elsa and I normally wear different colors and our hair isn't even similar either, so… And there's also the fact that there are at least eighty cookies, and we'd need different colors for each of them. Maybe we should just make a little bit of each one? After all, we have more than enough sugar for such an amount of glace. Yes, that's the best option.

I nod to myself and go tell Elsa my plan, just to find that she's already finished doing the glace. Guess I took a little too much on deciding.

"Did you choose the colors?" She asks once she sees me.

"Yes. We'll do all of them."

"All of them?!" She exclaims surprised.

"We have more than enough glace." I shrug.

"Uhm… b-but that would be a little too messy." She objects shyly.

"The servants can clean it latter." I say rolling my eyes. "Believe me, they've cleaned worse things." I remember the time I let in a bunch of cats on a rainy day and shiver because of the scolding I got on that occasion… I deserved it though; the house was unrecognizable.

"Well… I-If you say it's fine, then let's do it."

"Good." I say running to get the mugs where we'd mix the glace with the dyes. I place two in front of Elsa and keep two for myself, then I give her the blue and green and I take the red and yellow. "Just a few drops; we don't want to paint our brains, do we?"

"Paint our brains?" She asks rising her brow in amusement.

"Yeah, you know; some artificial colors paint the grey matter, or at least that's what they say. I don't know you, but I don't want to have a rainbow brain." I say giggling, but she just turns around with an expressionless face, probably trying to conceal her feelings.

What did I say now? God, she's so fragile.

I know she probably will be fine, so I decide not to ask questions and pretend I didn't notice her sudden change of attitude. I start dyeing the glace, but I can't help taking a little peek at Elsa. She seems troubled… again, and I know that whatever it is that's making her feel bad is probably worse than I thought. And it's hurting her. I can't allow it. I have to make her smile again.

Just as I finish mixing the yellow color I glance briefly at it, take a little bit with my finger and… smear Elsa's cheek with it. She quickly turns around surprised and I giggle uncontrollably at her stunned face. However, soon that face turns into a devilish grin and I run knowing she's up to no good. However, just as I arrive to the door, I lose precious seconds trying to open it in my madly-laughing state and she catches me, smearing blue glace on the tip of my nose. I blink and she laughs out loud, almost bending over. I bet she doesn't know I'm quite revengeful and competitive. I wipe the glace from my nose with my fingers and quickly touch Elsa's face with them, covering a good part of her cheeks and nose with glace. I try to escape again, this time running towards the table, but she's faster than I thought and has no problem catching me by the waist with one hand (Which makes me blush even more than it should, since I can feel her breasts firmly pressed on my back), taking a good quantity of green glace between her fingers and daubing my face with it. I frown and close my eyes trying to get Elsa off of me before I end up with more glace on my face than a glazed cookie, but it isn't working, and I don't want to use my full strength because I know I could end up hurting her, so I take blue glace with my hand and reach back to Elsa's face. As my fingers make contact with her skin, she lets me go and I'm able to run around the table laughing and wipe my face, licking my fingers clean afterwards. She doesn't make a movement to go after me though, she's too busy laughing with her hand covering her mouth in that cute way that's characteristic of her.

"Do you surrender?" I ask smirking and crossing my arms over my chest.

"Y-y… ye…hahahah." She now can't stop laughing enough to say a simple word and is gasping for air. I smile, glad that I was able to appease whatever worries she had, making her smile again. I think I'm perfect for her… even if it's bad that I say so myself.

Soon I notice that, just when her laughter is dying, she looks at my face again and it returns full force. I'm starting to suspect I look funny somehow… probably I still have glace on my face. Not as much as her, though.

I walk towards the blonde until I can touch her flushed face with my hands and start wiping the glace off it. Her laughter finally stops gradually and she takes her hand off her mouth revealing a cute grin that makes her look even more gorgeous than always. She returns the favor and wipes some glace I apparently still had on my forehead making me blush, but as she does so, I notice a small portion of the sugary substance staining the corner of her lips. I feel the strong impulse to wipe it with my tongue but I try to fight it.

I've never been good at fighting my impulses.

Just as she takes her hands off my face and before she can react, I lean in and give her a kiss in the corner of her lips, taking away the glace with my tongue. I step back and look at her surprised and flushed face. I stare at her for a few seconds waiting for some kind of reaction to my daring action, but she just keeps looking at me completely shocked.

Why isn't she doing anything? Was it too forward? Is she disgusted? Doesn't she want to stay here anymore? Or did she actually liked it? What is she thinking?!

I become desperate for an answer, and I'm about to slap her out of her trance when I hear a familiar voice behind me.

"Anna dear, who is she?" The soft and happy voice of my mother breaks the silence. I turn around and face her, surprised that she's here already.

"Mom! What are you doing here?" I exclaim, torn between being mad because I wanted more alone time with Elsa, and being glad because she saved me from the tense silence.

"Well, I live here." She says amused.

"I mean, what are you doing here so early?" I correct my question.

"What are you talking about? It's already eight." She giggles. I turn to see the clock and blush realizing that I lost track of time. I'm about to ask her if father is here too when he comes through the door.

"Do I smell cookies?" He asks with a smile as he enters, however he then sees Elsa and frowns. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house?"

"This is Elsa, a friend of mine." I say as turn to see her. She's practically trembling and looking to the ground seeming unbelievably uncomfortable. I take her hand and give her a reassuring squeeze, to which she answers looking up just enough to meet my eyes for a second. "It's alright, Elsa. My father may seem a bit rude, but it's not personal; he's a little overprotective."

"No, I'm not." Dad says frowning.

"Yes, honey, you are." Mother says touching his shoulder and we both laugh.

"Well, Elsa, I think I haven't introduced my parents to you." I say. "This is Miriam, my mother." I say pointing to her. Elsa takes a step forward and grabs her hand politely but briefly, practically making a curtsey in the process, which makes me giggle.

"I-It's nice to meet you Mrs. Summers." She says looking everywhere but my mother's eyes, clearly very nervous.

"Nice to meet you too, but please just call me Miriam." My mother answers smiling. "It was about time we get to meet one of Anna's friends." Elsa nods and I continue the introductions.

"Elsa, this is my father, Karl."

"But you shall call me Dr. Summers." He says with his authoritative voice taking her hand hastily and not letting it go. "And just so you know, I work with dangerous viruses that I could use to kill you if you harm my baby in any way. Understood?" Elsa nods vehemently, face paler than usual and swallowing hard.

"Come on, don't be rude with her." I defend her. "She's completely harmless."

"She seems so." My mom agrees inspecting Elsa's fearful expression. "Actually she looks so sweet that I'd be more concerned about Anna hurting her." She starts giggling and suddenly my father's frown turns into a smile and, releasing Elsa's hand, starts laughing too. I, however, pale and look down in remorse.

If only they knew how true that is.

Elsa suddenly touches my shoulder and I turn to see her face, which has a tiny smile that clearly says "Don't worry, it's fine". I smile back thankful and we keep staring into each other eyes for a while, however, the silence between us isn't tense this time, but comfortable, full of love and understanding.

The sound of my mother clearing her throat makes us both come back to reality.

"Well, we have some things to do." She says. "See you later girls."

She and my father start walking away, but when he passes by Elsa he touches her shoulder, to which she responds flinching a little.

"It was nice to meet you Elsa. Sorry if I scared you, but it was necessary; I just don't want anything happening to Anna."

"I-I understand sir. Don't worry." She barely whispers looking to the ground.

"Aright. We'll come back for dinner." He lets go of her shoulder and takes one step before turning to see me. "Oh, and Anna? Please don't make a mess."

"Dad!" I exclaim blushing and pouting. He just giggles and walks away with my mom. Elsa and I watch them until they disappear upstairs. "Well, now that the glace is ready and you know my parents, let's decorate the cookies!" I exclaim excitedly.

We spent the next hour or so putting glace on the cookies. We made ourselves (so at the end there are two Elsas and two Annas), characters from books and movies, standard ginger cookies, people we know, like Olaf, a guy from our school, with his large front tooth (though Elsa said he doesn't really has it that large), Hans with his ugly sideburns… and bloody broken limbs (that I gladly ate), Snow and the rest of the girls except Meg to which I painted mustaches… with a little bit of help from Elsa of course. I also made a cookie of Meg, which, I promised myself, would give to her soon, and we made some snowmen. It was all very delicious and funny, and at the end we almost didn't want to eat any of those cookies, but here we are, sitting on the couch with a mug of hot chocolate and a dish of half-eaten ginger cookies. My parents are also here eating with us, but at least my father isn't being rude with Elsa anymore and we're all quite relaxed. Elsa even started some polite conversation with them! Which is a good sign; they'd get along if we get married…

Whoa, hold on! We're not even girlfriends and I'm already thinking on marriage? *sigh* I'm a hopeless romantic.

"… what do you think Anna?"

"Uhm… what?" I ask since I didn't hear the whole question my mother just voiced.

"I said, don't you think Elsa is too beautiful for not having a boyfriend?" She repeats.

"Are you kidding me? She's gorgeous!" I exclaim making my mother giggle.

"Thanks, but you're more beautiful." Elsa mutters shyly and blushes.

"Nonsense!" I answer honestly. "However, I don't think she needs a boyfriend when she already has me, right Elsa?" I place a kiss on her cheek and she blushes even more. Have I already said she's adorable?

"O-of course." She stutters and we both smile, but my parents throw odd looks in our direction.

"Darling, didn't you have to do something in your studio?" My mother asks suddenly. He frowns thinking.

"No. Not that I remember."

"Yes you have, and I was going to help you. Come on." She stands up, pulling him with her and starts walking away, suddenly turning her head and winking at me.

What was that for?

"M-Mrs. Summ... I-I mean Miriam." Elsa suddenly calls my mother just before she reaches the stairs making her stop and turn. "D-do you mind if I use you phone? I promised Kai I'd call him when I was ready to go, and it's pretty late now. I'm sure he and Gerda are quite worried about me."

Kai? Gerda? I thought Elsa wasn't the type to call her parents by their names. Even I don't do it. Not that there's something wrong with that. I just think it's… weird.

"Well of course, sweetheart." My mother answers. "Feel free to use it anytime in your future visits." My mother starts walking away and soon we're alone once again.

"So it's time for you to go?" I ask sadly.

"Yes. Sorry, I don't want to, but it's late." She answers with an apologetic smile. "Don't worry though; it'll still take another half an hour before Kai arrives."

"Okay." I sigh. "Go ahead."

She stands up and walks to the phone. I use this time alone to think. What was the next (and last) part of my plan? Oh! The present!

I get up and go retrieve the blue gift from under the three, then sitting on the couch and waiting for the blonde girl to come back. When she does, she sits at my side and stares at me questioningly.

"I have a present for you." I say while handing her the box wrapped in blue paper.

"But you already gave me one." She protests not taking it.

"Yes, but that was a birthday present, this is a Christmas present." I see she's about to complain again and I cut her off. "Besides, it's part of the plan I made to allow us to be friends even during school time."

"Anna." She sighs. "We've already talked about this. It's impossible."

"It's not." I answer upset. "And I didn't break my scull trying to think on a solution just for you to toss it aside as garbage when you haven't even heard it." I pout and cross my arms over my chest.

"Fine." She sighs finally taking the present. "What's your plan?"

"I can't tell you, silly." I answer with a teasing smile. "You're supposed to open you gift at Christmas, and telling you now would ruin the surprise."

"Then how am I supposed to know?"

"I wrote a letter explaining it all. It's inside the box."

"Alright." She answers with a tiny smile that soon disappears giving way to a saddened expression.

"What is it?" I ask concerned.

"I-It's just..." She sighs. "I didn't bring you a present." She looks ashamed. I can't let her feel bad for something like this.

"Don't worry." I answer. "As you can see, you couldn't have given me something I didn't have already, after all my parents buy me anything I ask." I tried to reassure her with mu words, but it seems I accomplished the exact opposite because now her head hangs low. "Hey." I say softly while touching her shoulder. "It doesn't matter because you've already given me the best present of all." She gives me a confused glance and I quickly explain myself. "Your company." Her eyes widen and she looks quite shaken by my words, but soon her gaze turns into a loving one.

"Thanks Anna. I enjoyed this day spent with you as well."

I smile and, wrapping my arms around her waist, place my head on her chest leaning into her completely. I smile even more when she puts her arm around my shoulders.

Mmmmh she's very comfy. I could fall asleep like this.

"Do you mind if we stay like this until you go?" I ask.

"No. Go ahead." She answers, a smile expressing trough her voice.

"Thanks." I answer and close my eyes enjoying the amazing feeling of her body pressed on mine.

It's not long before I fall asleep at the soft but rapid rhythm of her heart.