Elsa barged into the ladies' room with her eyes narrowed on Anna. She slammed her leather purse on the marble sink and shot a finger at the girl.

"You got a real nerve going to the lawyers' behind my back!" Elsa yelled, voice booming through the set.

Hands on her hips, Anna hollered back, "Hey, hey, I'm not the only one who's American. Isn't this America? Am I not entitled to legal represen-"

"For the last time," Elsa seethed, towering over the girl in high heels, "the money isn't yours. Stop trying to make a deal out of it-"

Anna shoved the lady in the chest. The suddenness of the unscripted motion sent a ripple of adrenaline through Elsa's veins, but the girl continued without a hitch.

"I don't give a rat's ass what you think!"

"It's not right-"

Almost on cue, a tear slid down Anna's cheek as she screeched back, "Not right? Who took care of mom when dad died in Europe? I did! Who stayed behind in Shitsylvania while you got to pursue your dreams? I did!"

For a moment, Elsa stared back at this younger girl, with reddened eyes and clenched fists. A part of her longs for the uncomfortable scene to be over, but the sheer force of her professionalism wins out.

"Do you not think, for one moment-"

"No, no, no," Anna interrupted, wagging a finger at Elsa, "you don't get to be all high and mighty while all I get in return are - fucked. up. dreams."

Taken aback by the audacity of someone interrupting her lines, Elsa held her gaze at the girl with her mouth ajar.

"So say goodnight, Miss Veronica-Pompous-Porter, I'm taking you to court," Anna sneered, stepping forward so Elsa could see the fury in her eyes, "And I'm going to win."

Without warning, Anna stood on tiptoes and crushed her lips into Elsa's. The boldness of the unscripted move drew a series of gasps around the set, but it did nothing to stop Anna from scoffing at the way Elsa tasted, right before she turned and strode out of the bathroom.

"Uh, c-cut!" Kristoff stammered, barely loud enough for the crew to hear.

In the stunned silence that followed, Elsa could only muster the strength to wipe her lipstick, stupefied at the cherry sweet taste of Anna's lips still on her own. In the corner of her eye, Elsa could make out the younger girl already running from the set, wiping her tears.

It took another few moments for Kristoff to come to his senses.

"W-what the hell was that?" he yelled.


A/N: Based off that kiss between Rosalyn and Sydney, American Hustle