Despite the mild evening air, Elsa sported an overcoat and a shawl covering her face. The doorbell tinkled as she stepped into the store, and she's immediately beset by the fragrance of chocolate. Piled high on the shelves, dripping off a fountain, with trays of different varieties for sampling.

"Yoohoo!" A voice called out, before Oaken emerged from the back, "Sorry ma'am, we're closed for tonight-"

Elsa unwrapped the shawl from her neck, and tried peeking over his hulking frame.

"Oh!" Oaken exclaimed, "Ms Elsa Sheridan! It's an honour seeing you here, some chocolate for the crew, perhaps?"

"Um, yes, just a few bars, thank you," Elsa answered, "do you happen to know if the chocolatier is in?"

"You mean Anna? She's just closing up, and she'll be out soon-"

Elsa paid for her chocolate, and covered her face as she waited outside the shop. In the terse five minutes before the store's lights went dark, she rehearsed her lines over and over again. Elsa had done this a million times, but this time was…different. Before long, Anna emerged from the store, smelling like chocolate, with cocoa dust on her bunned red hair. She recoiled upon seeing Elsa on the sidewalk.

"V-veronica," Anna gasped, tucking a fringe behind her ear, "I-I mean, Ms Sheridan. W-what're you doing here?"

A knot unravelled in Elsa's chest at being addressed by her real name. Beneath the dim pendant streetlights, Anna's eyes had taken on a different shade of green. Devoid of make-up, the freckles on her face appeared more pronounced. She felt real. There weren't any more scripts, or characters. Just a red-headed part-time actress finishing a shift at the chocolate store. The thought spilled all the rehearsed lines from Elsa's mind.

"You stopped attending the shoots," Elsa said, trying to keep herself from stammering, "A-and why're you working here?"

Anna looked down at the pavement, "I'm all done with my scenes, ma'am. And I'd probably best find some work since I don't know when's the next gig Kristoff's got lined up for me."

Anna's natural midwestern accent surprised Elsa, causing her to pause.

"Please don't stand on ceremony," Elsa answered, "after everything we've been through together."

"I do hope I wasn't that much of a pain to work with-"

In the brief exchange, Elsa hadn't realised she'd come within an arm's length of the girl, having backed her up against the store's brick facade. The dark heels made her tower over Anna, and she tried to decipher the swirling whirlpool of emotion now rife within her eyes. Anna bit down on her lip with anticipation at her reply, and the sight sent a shudder through Elsa's being.

"On the contrary, Ms Anna," Elsa replied, "I've enjoyed working with you, through the bad scenes and the good. I've found our interactions, particularly….pleasurable."

Their toes touched.

Anna fiddled with her folded apron, helpless beneath the intense proximity Elsa held over her. She pondered slipping an arm around the woman's lithe waist, or kissing her again. The prospect of tasting the luscious smoothness of Elsa's lips yet again made her heart pound.

"So, um, is there something you wanted to see me for?" Anna asked, looking up into Elsa's eyes, "Not that your presence is uninvited, don't get me wrong, it just seems pretty random fo-"

"The film is premiering next weekend," Elsa said, pressing an envelope into Anna's hand, "I'm sure all of Hollywood would like to see the actress who kissed me-"

"Twice."

Elsa's lips curled into a smile, "How about we make it thrice?"

Under the hazy glow of the street lights, Anna's cheeks burned scarlet red as she leaned into the softness of Elsa's lips. Warmth flooded through Elsa's face; the taste of wine and chocolate and cigarettes collided with such intensity she found herself clutching onto Anna like she was the last thing on earth for her. Anna savoured the kiss for a moment. It took every ounce of strength to pull herself away, leaving Elsa gasping with pleasure.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Anna whimpered, hands clasped around Elsa's hips, "you're famous and everything and I'm nothing-"

"You give yourself far too little credit, Ms Anna. You mean something, to me at least-"

A rumble down the street drove them apart, and they shielded their eyes from a Chrysler's glaring headlights.

"Driver's here," Elsa grumbled, stepping away from Anna, "I hope to see you at the opening-"

Elsa staggered backwards at the sight of Hans emerging from the car. Her feet froze into the ground. The man walked right up to Anna and snatched the envelope from her, muttering, "I knew there was something going on-"

"No, no, you can't!" Elsa shrieked, shrill voice echoing across the empty street.

"Shut up!" Hans yelled, grabbing her by the shoulder and shoving her in the backseat, "Before someone recognises you!"

The door slammed in her face, and Elsa could only watch Anna's stunned face drift away as the car took off, crunching through snow and ice.

"Why are you doing this?" Elsa's voice came in sputtered gasps, as she tried desperately to fight off that violent heaving in her chest.

"Why are you always trying to destroy everything I've built for you?" Hans snarled back, holding the envelope up, "It's like you don't give a fuck-"

"I was just giving her the invitation to the premiere!" Elsa argued.

"That girl is not invited!"

"Kristoff said she was!"

Elsa lunged for the envelope, only for Hans to shove her back by the throat. Eyes widened with horror, she gasped, "No!" as he ripped the invitation into tiny shreds.

"That's not your choice to make, or his!" Hans shot back, unwinding the window and chucking the frozen pieces out.

Beneath the yellow streetlights, the hundreds of stiff paper confetti drifting in the breeze felt like her heart freezing over and shattering into a million shards at once.