So during one of my drabble hours, an anon sent me the prompt "hey we hooked up last night and it turns out you're my kid's teacher" and it was a prompt I personally fell in love with. I toyed with the idea, wrote out the entire plot base, and I decided that since this is something I know I'm going to enjoy writing, I'm gonna do so.

And darling nonnie, if you wish to come forward and reveal who you are, do so, so that I may give you the proper credit you deserve.

Disclaimer: I don't own Frozen, all rights go to Disney. No copyright intended.

Rated M for suggestive themes. Don't say I didn't warn you :)

"So, here you just list your skills and likes slash dislikes, and what you're looking for in a partner," Kristoff explains, a thick finger pointing to each listed location that is displayed on the laptop screen as the pair sits in Elsa's study.

Elsa examines her glass of wine, her expression bored and unimpressed with what her friend is trying to accomplish. He gives her a hopeful smile, waiting for her to fill out the information on her own. She meets his gaze, and his big brown orbs bore into her icy ones. They have a silent battle of will before Elsa caves with a roll of her eyes. She sets down her drink and lurches forward from the back of her seat, nimble fingers tacking away on her keypad.

"Alright!" he cheers. "Now we're getting somewhere."

"I still don't see how this will make a difference in my love life," she drones, typing out what movies she likes and what her favorite genres of music are—the generic stuff one puts on a dating website in hopes of finding a connection with a stranger who likes basically the same stuff.

"This is just you putting yourself out there."

"No, this is you making me put myself out there."

He ignores her bitter tone. "You haven't been on a single date since you were twenty-seven."

"That's because I got pregnant, had a kid, and willingly put my life on hold in order to make sure he grew up well." She pauses and takes a sip of her drink. "I'm sorry that I wasn't as available to the ladies like you were after you had Sven."

"Ma insisted she'd watch Sven so I could date; you know how she is about romance and such. My family is one big ball of love." He examines Elsa's uninterested face, her fingers numbly typing in what she's looking for in a partner. "Here, hold on!" He butts in, almost knocking over her wine—which she manages to save in the nick of time, sending him a glare—and starts to type up lies. "This is more interesting."

"H-hey! I hate that band! Don't you think I—whoa! I'm turning thirty-four, not thirty!" Elsa tries to shove him away, but his giant shoulder is too heavy for her to push on her own. "Stop being an asshole and lying to whoever happens to stumble upon my profile!"

"Oh, c'mon. Everyone lies on these websites!"

"Yeah, but when they're found out, they look like terrible liars because they are terrible liars. Plus, I've seen some people on here who claim they're forty, but they look at least sixty. Like, who are you trying to fool?"

"Give it a chance. And fine, I'll change your age to the right one… aaand done!" Kristoff clicks the create profile button, and it's done. Elsa Fönn is now online. "All we have to do now is wait for the ladies to come knockin' down your door."

"Mm…" Elsa takes another drink of her wine and leans back in her seat, a small scowl on her face. "Thanks a lot for invading my love life."

"Anytime, Els," he grins, sitting back in his seat.

She reviews the interview that one of the writers had handed over to her a few minutes ago. She rereads the last line, humming to herself and then makes a small mark on the page. Elsa sets it down on her desk, looking up at Cinderella, who is anticipating Elsa's approval. The platinum blonde editor holds her gaze, tension starting to grow. Cinderella bites her lip and fidgets on the spot.

Finally, Elsa gives her a smile and nods. "Exactly what I was looking for," she says.

A sigh of relief, "Thank goodness."

"I'll be sure to put it before the new diet method article that I just got in like I promised you," Elsa assures. "You're excused."

"Thank you, Elsa," Cinderella says, leaving Elsa's office with a skip in her step.

Elsa lets out a long breath and presses the call button to her receptionist, letting her know that she's going to take her lunch break early and to hold any and all calls until she finishes. With her office secure, she swerves the chair around and opens the mini fridge behind her desk to get the lunch she stashed that morning.

When she settles her chair back around and pops open the little lunch box, she's greeted with a note her son slipped into it before his mommy left for the day.

Have a good day Mama! Love -Olaf-

Elsa feels herself smile, and she stands up the index card against the photo of her and Olaf at a park. Halfway through her break, she decides to see if that stupid dating profile got any attention since she made it that weekend.

She really didn't see the point, but Kristoff wouldn't leave her alone about it. She understands that he has good intentions behind his persistent nagging but there's a line, right? And she still has a seven-year-old son to care for, his first day of second grade coming up next Monday.

Clicking through the site, she finds that someone had indeed messaged her last night. Elsa stares, unsure if she should see what the person wrote or bail and continue eating her store-bought sushi.

Icy eyes go from her meal to the indication of a message before slowly moving her curser over the inbox and clicking.

She receives a lengthy greeting from a rather attractive girl, and Elsa becomes intrigued. After reading the polite and enthusiastic letter—unable to stop herself from correcting the grammar mistakes, her editor mode still turned on—Elsa checks out Kida's profile and reads that they have a lot in common.

Kristoff would want me to at least go on one date, she thinks. Maybe if I do and it's a bust, he'll get off my back. And if I do and it's great, then it's a win for me, too… Oh, so she's bi? Alright, I'm cool with that. Elsa continues to pick through Kida's page and looks at the photos posted for others to see.

So she writes back to Kida, and not a minute after Elsa sends it, she receives another message from her. She freezes over the sushi she's about to eat and gives the response a once over, popping the roll into her mouth, and as she chews, types out a reply.

She and Kida talk over the rest of Elsa's lunch hour and continue to send each other messages when Elsa gets home that evening.

A date is made for that Sunday, and Elsa finds herself strangely excited.

But that excitement is replaced by embarrassment when Kristoff starts laughing up a storm the day before her date, Sven over for a playdate with Olaf.

"See, I told you it'd be a good idea," Kristoff says smugly.

Elsa rolls her eyes. "You know, I never said—"

"Don't you dare try to convince me that you were somewhat for it," he cuts her off with a knowing grin. "But it'll be nice. You're gonna go on a date with a girl and then see how things go. Who knows? Maybe you'll find true love that night."

"Would you stop with your true love BS?" Elsa sighs. "I'm not a Bjorgman; I don't know the code of conduct about true love, yadda, yadda, yadda." She waves a hand in the air in exasperation. "Can you just be satisfied that I'm going on one date?"

"I suppose that's all I can do now, isn't it?" he says, taking a swig of his beer, leaning his back on the black counter top.

"Daddy, Daddy!" Sven cries as he runs into the kitchen, Olaf hot on his heels. "Look at what I made!" He holds up a Lego rocket complete with all of the available blue pieces and pieces with flames painted on them.

"And, Mama, check out mine!" Olaf presents a misshapen house with some of his mini figures inside.

"Those are great, you guys," Elsa smiles. "What are you gonna do with them?"

"Well, mine is gonna go to the Death Star Olaf has and is gonna blow it up!" Sven announces, making several exploding noises afterwards.

Olaf looks horrified. "But not really, right?"

"No, that thing is too awesome to actually blow up," Sven assures.

"You would have been the worst Luke Skywalker," Kristoff deadpans, making Elsa snort into her fist.

The joke goes right over the boys' heads, and Olaf dives into what he intends on doing with his house.

"I'm gonna set it up in my Lego city, and the mom works at the police station. She's gonna catch all the bad guys," Olaf says proudly.

Elsa reaches over and tosses her son's blonde hair, giving him an affectionate smile.

"I think that's a wonderful idea. Now don't let us keep you from fighting the bad guys. Go and have fun—and did you pack for grandma and grandpa's house tomorrow night?"

"Yeah, Mama!" Olaf says as he and Sven leave the kitchen, the dark haired boy making rocket ship noises as he follows his best friend into the living room.

"His grandparents' house?" Kristoff wonders, furrowing his brows at Elsa.

"Oh, yes, I figure it might be a late night, and I don't want to pay a sitter. Wendy is great, but she also has school in the morning," Elsa explains. "I don't want to keep her up late. I'm just gonna pick him up before school on Monday."

"Ah, that makes sense… who do you think they'll get this year?"

"I don't know but I hope it's better than that," she lowers her voice so the boys wouldn't hear her, "fucker Mr. Frollo. He hated the fact that I was a single mother yet he had no qualms about you being a single father."

"He's a misogynistic prick," Kristoff says firmly. "I honestly hope Principal Merlin realizes that soon. Rapunzel doesn't like him around, and she says that the rest of the staff doesn't think very highly of him either."

Elsa turns to the sink and starts to fill it up with sudsy water. "Returning to the previous subject, are you at least happy that I'm going on a date because of that website?"

Kristoff lays a gentle hand on his best friend's shoulder with a kind sparkle in his eyes.

"Yes, I am," he says, nodding. "Proud of you for putting yourself out there."

And hearing that makes Elsa feel better and more enthusiastic about this date than she was before. She meets his hand with her own and he knows she's thanking him for being a friend.

That evening, as Elsa is putting Olaf to bed, he's wiggling around in his pajamas, watching his Mama turn off the main light and turn on his nightlight before settling herself down on the stool by his bed. The little reading lamp is still on for Elsa to pick through the small pile of books they have to choose from for bedtime.

"Which book did you want me to read to you tonight?" she asks. "We didn't finish the third chapter of—"

"Mama?" he interrupts.

"Yes, sweetie?"

Olaf looks down at his fingers and then up into his mother's equally icy eyes. Elsa tries to see what her son is going to say by searching his features and expressions. It's a miracle, she thinks, that he managed to get more of her physical traits than whoever his donor was.

His light blonde hair and blue eyes, his light skin with his freckles dusted across his face, his high cheekbones, and his curved face are just like his mother's. The one thing she thinks he got from his "father" was the nose. It isn't upturned and button-like, like Elsa's is; it's long and slightly pointed. Yet that's the only thing she can physically see. Otherwise, he's almost a carbon copy of Elsa.

"Olaf, what is it?" she asks.

"I'm happy for you," he finally says, giving her a timid smile.

"Oh?"

"Sorry, but I heard that you're gonna go on a date," he admits.

She blinks. "Why are you sorry?"

"'Cause it's nonna my business."

"I see; you feel guilty for eavesdropping." She runs a hand through his hair as he nods. "It's alright. I know you probably didn't mean to."

"No, I just heard you talkin' to Uncle Kristoff today, that's all." Olaf picks up the book Big Bear, Little Bear. "And I'm happy you're gonna go on a date with a lady you like."

Elsa giggles. "Thank you, sweetie."

"Does this mean I'll getta meet her?"

"Not necessarily." She takes the book from him as he presents it to her. "I don't know if the date will go well."

Elsa knows she really shouldn't be discussing her love life with her seven-year-old son, but she also knows that he's a curious being and won't stop asking questions until he gets an answer that satisfies him. Most of the time, he can be easily pleased with whatever Elsa tells him, but sometimes he'll go on a "yeah, why?" streak, and Elsa will get fed up and tell him "because I said so."

That's his cue to keep his mouth shut, and he knows it.

Number one kid rule is to never argue with the "because I said so" logic, after all. They don't argue with it until they get into their teen years, Bulda had told Elsa when she confided in her about her son's questions-all attitude. Elsa had groaned, making Bulda laugh, but she currently hopes that Olaf will skip any and all rebellious phases in the future.

"Why won't it go well?" he wonders.

"It's… complicated," Elsa sighs.

He nods. "Okay."

"And, Olaf, next time you hear something you know you shouldn't, make sure you just turn around and walk back to your room or go to wherever you're gonna go quickly, alright?" She opens the book. "I'm not mad at you, but just be a bit more careful."

He nods again and snuggles his head into his pillow, his eyes glancing up at his mother expectantly. She knows he understands so she starts to read until Olaf can hardly keep his eyes open. Elsa marks the page, kisses him on the forehead, and turns off the reading light.

Elsa pauses at his door and peeks at him from over her shoulder. She hums softly to herself for a second before closing his door almost all the way, making her way to her bedroom for the night.

After dropping Olaf off at his grandparents' house, Elsa drives out to the restaurant where she and Kida had agreed to meet. She's actually more excited about this than she was earlier in the week now that she's actually going to do it. She had made sure to dress herself in her favorite blue blouse and white skirt spritzing some of her favorite perfume on before leaving the house. Olaf had commented on how pretty she looked when they were driving to her parents' house, and she gave him a thankful smile. The little boy was happy to see his mother so smiley, and he had watched her put on her make up, asking her all sorts of questions about this mysterious woman his Mama was going to meet.

She gets a table for two and sits by herself, glancing over the menu and gathering an idea of what she wants to eat. The place itself is rather nice and Elsa knows it's in her price range. If she's going to meet someone, she's not afraid to hide her success and treat her date well.

Her waitress brings around a glass of water and asks if she wants anything else but Elsa says she'll order her drink when her date finally shows up. It's polite, after all, to wait for someone on the first date since first impressions can be tough.

So she waits… and waits…

And waits.

Growing impatient, she checks her watch, and it's almost an hour after the time they planned on. Elsa scowls and leans back in her chair, folding her arms over her chest. This is getting ridiculous, she realizes. Her date completely stood her up. Not so much as a text or phone call is thrown her way to explain Kida's absence.

Maybe she forgot, is Elsa's first thought.

Impossible, she reminds herself. Kida was the one who suggested this restaurant in the first place at the time agreed upon.

Talk about first impressions. Kida is unknowingly leaving a rather poor one.

And when the time passes an hour, Elsa soon comes to the obvious conclusion that Kida is not going to show her face and chat Elsa up so easily like she did online.

Fucking brilliant, she seethes, eye twitching.

The waitress serving her gives her a pitying smile as she passes to fill her water glass, and Elsa hates this even more. She rises to her feet and throws down her napkin, shoving a crinkled five in the woman's hand and storms out of the restaurant. With plans of taking her dating profile down as soon as she gets home, she digs through her purse and unlocks her car.

She got all dolled up for nothing. She got excited for her first date after seven years for nothing. All Kida did was lead her on, and Elsa was left hanging like an idiot.

With nothing else to do for the evening, Elsa lets her car take her wherever it feels like, mindlessly driving through the streets of the city of Arendelle. Her radio tauntingly plays All By Myself, and she's too lazy to change channels, glaring at it every chance she gets. At a stoplight, her eyes wander over to the lowbrow, relaxing lesbian bar she used to frequent back in her college years, The Queen of Hearts, and decides to treat herself to a drink. Wasted gas is not on her list for tonight, and she's already out and about, further from home than she originally anticipated.

One can't hurt, she argues, pulling her car into a free parking place in front of the pub.

Once inside, she is immediately reminded of her early twenties. The times she was flirted with by girls both femme and butch and she would happily flirt right back. The lighting is low, yet still somehow soothing. There are a few couples kissing in the back of the bar or near the arcade games glowing in the darkness of the area. It's certainly been a while since she's been here, but not much has changed.

The bartender, and owner, is still the same stout, grumpy-looking woman, and she recognizes Elsa. She gives her a short nod as she cleans a couple of glasses.

She sits at the bar and orders herself a scotch, wanting something hard to cure her annoyance, for she's more bothered than embarrassed. Staring into the tumbler, she thinks about how Kristoff was wrong. The dating life isn't for her, not now. She's still too busy with her job and her kid and has an already-decent social life. Perhaps when Olaf gets into high school, she can go out and date without worrying about him.

Elsa knows she's happy and doesn't need a girl to make her feel anymore happiness than she is already experiencing. What role is love going to play in her busy life anyway?

She knocks back her drink and orders another one.

Time falls away, and Elsa doesn't even care about how long she's been sitting at the bar by herself. She wasted her phone's battery a while ago with checking her Facebook and email. It gave her a 20% alert, and she turned it off and put it away instead. Only three girls approach her in the time she sits there, but she waves them off, telling them she is only there for a drink.

So she continues to sit, sulking and snarling down at the ice melting in her glass. She feels a presence sit by her but doesn't pay it any attention, assuming it's probably some other girl attempting to talk to her. Perhaps, if she ignores her, she would leave with the understanding that Elsa is in no mood. All she wants to do is wallow in her disgruntlement before returning home to an empty house, left over pizza from Friday night, and her vibrator—something she knows would never let her down…

Unless the battery died.

That's right, she thinks, her mother mind switching on at the drop of a hat, I have to go to Target this week. We're almost out of batteries, and Olaf needs a new bin to put his Legos in since the one he has now has a giant crack in it. I need to make a list and throw sheets on there since there's a growing hole in the bottom of mine. Pack Olaf's lunch in the morning… maybe PB&J with a candy bar to wish him well.

Elsa heaves a sigh. There's so much to do.

"Bad night?" says a kind voice to her right.

Elsa looks out of the corner of her eye to find that the presence she felt earlier is a cute redhead with braided pigtails sitting beside her. She's giving Elsa a lovely smile, teal eyes twinkling in the dim light of the pub. She's wearing an olive green top and a black pencil skirt, a pair of black flats dangling off her feet as they swing just above the floor, the girl obviously too short to reach the ground completely.

"I guess," Elsa mumbles in response, not really in the mood to engage in conversation.

"Yeah, I can tell," nods the girl wisely. "You know, the perfect cure for that is the best drink they have in here."

Elsa blinks and tries to recall the drinks she used to order. But it's been such a long time since her last visit that they might have changed the menu. And this girl looks rather younger than Elsa, three years at least, so she might have a large expanse of knowledge on the Queen of Hearts' drinks.

"Yeah?" Elsa says, memory failing her. "What's that?"

"Coppertone," grins the girl.

Elsa stares at her for a beat. "Like… the sunscreen?"

"No, silly!" She lets loose a giggle that makes Elsa's heart flutter against her will. "It's Stoli Razberi, Splash Amaretto, orange juice, and cranberry juice. Shots!" She pounds her fists on the bar top enthusiastically, and Elsa finds it all absolutely adorable for some reason.

She suddenly starts smiling back at the girl, and her original annoyance is forgotten. The girl is so sociable and friendly that Elsa can't help but to be drawn to her.

"Shots, huh?" she says.

"Shots indeed!" the girl says with a firm nod. "Do you wanna join me? It's my last day of summer before I go back to work tomorrow."

"D'you think that's a good idea?" Elsa says, now slightly wary.

"Oh, what's my boss gonna do?" She takes a quick look around the bar and gasps dramatically. "Oops! He's not here!" She laughs so hard that she snorts, and Elsa starts to giggle herself. "C'mon, don't worry about it. First round is on me. Time to turn that frown upside down."

"Alright, you've talked me into it," Elsa surrenders. "What is my evening's savior's name?"

"Anna," she introduces, sticking out a freckled hand.

The blonde grips it and gives it a firm shake. "I'm Elsa."

"It's nice to meet you, Elsa." Anna signals the bartender over. "A round of Coppertones for me and my new friend."

Three rounds later and Elsa is feeling light-headed but joyful. She and Anna can't stop talking about everything they can think of, from their favorite drinks to their dream vacations. Anna is lovely and charming and intelligent, and Elsa likes holding a conversation with her. They get another round and clink their shot glasses together before knocking them back like old pros and old friends.

"You're an interesting gal, Elsa," Anna says, her speech slightly slurred. "You know, I think that Kida girl had a stick too far up her ass for her to realize she was gonna miss out on quite the catch."

"Thanks," Elsa sighs. "I just wish I didn't have to resort to online dating."

"Awh, it's nothing to be ashamed about," Anna assures her. "It's not for everyone. I've frequented the dating sites and turned up empty handed almost every time. Last year I managed met a very lovely girl online who I dated for quite some time. But we ended up breaking it off, and I decided to just let fate carry my love life while I focus on what was important to me. I'm sure you'll find someone when the time is right."

"I'm just not entirely confident that I need someone."

Anna frowns. "There's someone out there for everyone."

"Now you sound like my best friend because he seems to make that claim like he's paid to say it. Honestly, what if there isn't? What if I'm gonna be one of those people who never finds anybody?" Elsa leans her head on her hand. "I'm not that big on romance, but I have to admit that the dating in college and the time afterwards was nice for as long as it lasted."

"You have something bigger to take care of," Anna reminds her. "A child becomes your number one priority, and all things are on lock down until the kid can somewhat take care of themselves."

It's then that Elsa realizes she has dumped her life's story onto this stranger for the past two hours, talking about her son—but never giving out his name just in case Anna wasn't on the up and up—and her love life and feelings and whatever nonsense she decided to divulge this evening. Yet it feels good to tell someone other than Kristoff or her mother or father. Even Rapunzel knows everything she already needs to know about Elsa.

Talking to someone different has set Elsa free to some degree. Getting an opinion, an honest opinion, from someone she hardly knows.

"Yeah," Elsa finally responds. "You're right."

"I don't understand how anyone could turn down a looker like you," Anna says, her voice slipping into a satin-like tone. Elsa gets goosebumps, staring into the depths of teal that shine before her. She's lost in them but doesn't care—they're pulling her in, and she's willingly falling further in.

"I don't know either," she says, unsure of how she can reply to such a lovely compliment from this girl.

Anna smirks and picks up another shot glass. Elsa watches as she drinks, eyes wandering over Anna's chest and down her stomach to her legs. She gulps and knows in the back of her usually rational mind that it's the liquor taking effect and seeking to flirt with this girl. Perhaps getting something more out of tonight than just a casual conversation over a few drinks.

She's lonely, after all. It's been a rough night on her, and meeting Anna is a blessing, lifting Elsa's spirits and batting her lashes at Elsa over the rims of her drinks. Elsa feels as though there is something more behind the kind smiles and girly giggles. That, or Elsa is slowly going crazy with the rejection from Kida and is trying to latch onto any understated hints being thrown her way.

However, in Elsa's semi-rational mind, she's genuinely interested in Anna and her as a person and her personality. Anna has proved to be the type of girl that can and will always put a smile on anyone's face. Elsa is lucky that it just so happens to be her this evening.

"You know," Anna says suddenly, startling Elsa's eyes back up to her acquaintance's face, "if you wanted to check me out, you should do it more subtly."

Elsa flushes and bows her head in shame. "I'm sorry. I really didn't… uh, well, I can't really help myself." Her hand gestures weakly at the empty shot glasses. "I'm a bit tipsy…"

There's a small laugh that sounds from the redhead. "Oh, relax. I find it rather flattering coming from someone as gorgeous as you," Anna says, a finger lifting the blonde's head up by her chin, her eyes fixing on Elsa's lips. "And anyway, what's the harm in a little fun tonight?"

"I don't know?" Elsa says dumbly.

"You don't?" Anna says, grinning as Elsa shakes her head. "Oh, it's always a rush to hook up with a stranger… But don't be hitting on me just 'cause you got stood up."

"I'm not!" Elsa says quickly. "I find you incredibly attractive, I promise!"

Anna snorts into her drink and hunches over, laughing hard. "Oh my god, Elsa, I'm teasing you! God, you're so easy to fluster."

"It's the fucking liquor."

Anna gasps, though Elsa can tell it's somewhat sarcastic and over-the-top. "You swear? Wow, I never imagined a curse word would fly out of your full, dainty lips."

Elsa can tell the mood has turned flirty. Anna's eyes are hooded, and her smile is soft yet seductive. Elsa knows she's leaning forward with each word they exchange, but either Anna hasn't noticed or she doesn't care.

Their shots are long since forgotten and their fingers are intertwined beneath the bar. And just like other pairs of girls around them, they are incredibly close to one another, noses just barely touching. Elsa wants Anna for the night. She wants to kiss her and go home with her. She's attracted to her so heavily, and the warm temperature of the pub isn't helping her flushed face.

"You're really pretty," Elsa whispers.

"Thank you," Anna replies quietly, her cheeks turning pink. "And I still stand by my statement that you're gorgeous."

"Thanks," Elsa says cheekily, her grin a bit drunken and her eyes searching Anna's.

"And I seriously mean that. Gorgeous isn't a word I just throw around all willy nilly," the redhead continues.

"Is that so?"

"Mhm…"

There's a pause, and Anna bites her lip shyly, glancing down at the counter top. She's smiling, and Elsa loves that she's the reason behind the smile.

She takes a dive on an impulse and kisses Anna right then and there. Anna's free hand snakes around Elsa's, neck and she pulls her closer, kissing her right back. There's a thrill in Elsa's stomach at once, clenching and swirling pleasantly. Her first kiss in so long feels so good.

Her head is swimming, and she thinks that Anna maybe moaned at some point? She's trying to get closer, noses bumping against each other, pressing their foreheads together. The kiss is a little awkward, but neither of them cares.

Elsa has to have her. Just for one night. And her prayer is answered when Anna mumbles against Elsa's lips, "Do you wanna come back to my place?"

"Yes," Elsa breathes.

Elsa isn't one for one night stands.

Usually.

She had a few random flings in college, but they weren't as exciting as hooking up with a stranger in a bar. And they weren't after a date had gone wrong, going in a direction she never expected her night to take.

Elsa has to follow Anna home after they pay for their drinks, but she doesn't care. She's idling behind the tiny Toyota Prius and is trembling with anticipation in her seat. She's going to do it. Elsa is actually going to get a good time from this girl and give her one right back. So what they'll never see each other again? Anna proved herself to be a good listener and helpful to Elsa's sullen attitude, and Elsa really is attracted to this amazing person anyway.

They pull in front of a large apartment complex, and they meet up in front of the outdoor elevators where Elsa grabs Anna around the waist and starts kissing her as they wait for one to arrive. Anna leaves Elsa's lips to press long, wet kisses along her collarbone and Elsa moans, eyes fluttering shut.

They kiss in the elevator, Anna huddled in the corner as the taller girl leaves open-mouthed kisses on the shell of her ear. The redhead can feel her legs shaking, thanking heaven she's against a wall otherwise she's likely to collapse. Her ears are sensitive, and she can tell that Elsa is figuring that out quite quickly.

Anna hasn't done this before—hook up with someone she hardly knows. But it feels good and feels electrifying, and she's turned on so she can't help but to go on with this. She didn't expect that chatting up the lonely-looking blonde would lead to having her over at her apartment.

She fumbles with her key, sensing Elsa's lips trailing over the back of her neck, a hand lazily brushing her braid that had fallen behind her shoulder back over to the front. She's shaking with arousal, and she wants to push this beautiful girl onto her bed and give her the time of her life.

So what she has work early in the morning?

When she finally pushes open the door, she pulls Elsa inside by her hands, the blonde kicking the door shut with her foot. Shoes are the first thing to come off, Anna feeling her way through the dark studio apartment as she and Elsa keep kissing, hands wandering over curves and trying to find when to break so they can pull their shirts over their heads, but they struggle to part a single kiss.

Somehow Anna finds herself shirtless, and Elsa's hands are cold as thumbs brush over her navel. They stumble around Anna's couch and completely by-pass the bed, Elsa's back hitting the wall next to a bedside table. She finally gets Elsa's blouse off and somehow manages to undo her braid, but Elsa is quick and starts lowering black bra straps from freckled shoulders. Skirts are easily removed, and Anna is panting, feeling her own braids unraveling at the hand of the blonde.

"Anna," Elsa moans out.

Hearing her name in such a breathy voice has Anna reeling. Desperate to hear it again, she unhooks Elsa's bra and tosses it away so she can tease her breasts. Elsa keeps sighing out Anna's name, instinct taking over and making the connection that the more she says it, the more pleasure she'll receive, hands roaming her chest.

Anna removes her bra on her own, and Elsa feels her breath catch in her throat. Lit by the half moon pouring through the blinds, Anna's full, beautiful breasts are there for Elsa to gaze upon.

Elsa knows she's out of practice. Very out of practice. It's been seven years since she's had any sort of intimate connection, and she's slightly wincing with surprise every time Anna's hands caress her skin. Elsa wants to show she's present in this moment so she tries to copy what the redhead is doing.

Her own hands start to crawl up Anna's stomach to her supple mounds, and Anna pauses a kiss on Elsa's shoulder, waiting to see what her one-night-lover is going to do. Elsa merely brushes her thumbs over her nipples gently and Anna mewls, her eyes closing.

"Elsa," she breathes, "I want you."

"I want you, too," Elsa responds.

Underwear is removed immediately after the mutual desire is established, and Elsa is curious to see what they'll do next. She can't quite see beyond the mess of copper hair, but she knows they've completely overshot the bed.

Anna starts kissing her heatedly, and Elsa's eyes flutter shut, her hands going up to cup the back of Anna's head. Anna can tell Elsa is a bit clumsy since they got into her apartment, the girl flinching but gracefully recovering with each tiny bit of contact Anna makes. But she can understand why.

So, since she is a courteous hostess, she'll allow her guest to be pleased first. She rests her hands on Elsa's hips, and the blonde swallows nervously.

"Just relax," Anna whispers in her ear. "Let me take care of you."

Elsa nods, and Anna lays burning hot kisses down milky skin, all the way to her growing arousal. Anna gets on her knees and slowly combs her fingers through the light blonde curls. She feels wetness touch her fingers as she combs through again and smiles to herself. She glances up at Elsa, whose chest is heaving with ragged breathing and whose eyes are shut with anticipation.

Anna leans forward and presses her tongue on the sensitive bud. Elsa lets out a groan, sinking into the pleasure as Anna gently starts to tease her. The blonde's head is spinning; it's been a long time since she's had this sort of sexual contact from another person.

Her hips are bucking, she's panting, her hands are trying to grasp at something to keep her grounded to the earth but there's nothing on the wall to grab.

And when Anna begins to slowly slide her two fingers inside, it doesn't take Elsa very long to climax. Especially when Anna finds her most sensitive area and strokes it with her digits. Elsa loses her breath and train of thought as she comes, much earlier than she had anticipated.

"Fuck," Elsa whines. "I'm sorry. . ."

"For what?" Anna says, pulling away and slowly removing her fingers, earning a soft moan from Elsa.

"I'm out of practice. . . That was. . . I didn't last very long," Elsa mumbles, opening her eyes to find that Anna has gotten to her feet.

"It was a good three minutes, I think," Anna purrs, kissing Elsa's neck. "I can warm you up again if you need me to."

"Hold on. . ." Elsa's hand trails down to Anna's auburn curls, and the other grabs hold of her waist. "I need to do you first."

Anna gasps as Elsa's fingers confidently slide into her, a thumb circling her bundle of nerves. She hums and drags her nose across the silky skin she's leaning on. Elsa's free hand hugs her closer, her other gliding in and out of Anna.

"Ooh, Elsa," Anna sighs against Elsa's shoulder, grinding against her hand. "I like that."

Elsa nudges Anna's forehead so that they can be face-to-face. She kisses Anna deeply, messily, but the redhead doesn't mind in the slightest. She accepts the lip locks graciously, moaning into them with each swirl of Elsa's thumb.

She wants Elsa to get more than she did before because it wasn't fair for Elsa to have gone through such a short session. While Elsa is distracted with pleasing Anna, the ginger sneaks her fingers between Elsa's legs and is relieved to find that she's still ready to go.

"Anna?" Elsa whispers hoarsely, breaking off one of their kisses.

"Hush," Anna breathes. "Just let me. . ."

Elsa shudders and thanks Anna for her generosity, bringing Elsa's arousal back up to speed, and Elsa starts to grind on Anna's hand in time with her. Their heads lean against one another, and Anna is flush up against her.

"Ah… Anna…!" Elsa whines, her brow furrowing as she gets closer.

The redhead slows her pace. "Not yet, not yet." She kisses Elsa's neck, hiding her own groan as Elsa strokes her most sensitive spot. "I'm gonna make you finish after me."

"But—"

Anna shuts Elsa up with a kiss.

Not a minute later, Anna starts moaning louder, her voice growing in pitch as Elsa brings her closer and closer to orgasm.

Fuck, Anna thinks, curling her fingers inside the blonde. Out of practice or not. . . holy shit. . .

"Elsa! Oh god, Elsa!" Anna cries, seizing up and coming hard onto Elsa's digits, her inner walls collapsing around the pale fingers. "God. . ." Anna groans as Elsa removes her fingers from within her, Anna's sweaty forehead lolling on her lover's shoulder.

Elsa beams with pride, remembering what it's like to make someone feel good. She marvels in the sounds of satisfaction resonating from the girl leaning against her.

Then she loses all thought as Anna curls her fingers again. Her hips buck and she moans, titling her head back. Obviously Anna is still determined to give Elsa another run, and Elsa is even more thankful for meeting this gracious girl.

Anna starts whispering words of encouragement in Elsa's ear, her hot breath fanning across the back of her neck. Elsa pants and bucks again, swallowing large gulps of air, trying to keep herself steady.

She comes undone with another well-placed pump of Anna's fingers, and stars explode across her eyelids. Her breathing starts to slow, and Anna pulls back and away, examining Elsa's flushed face. Teal eyes widen as Elsa starts to sway on the spot, and she reaches out to catch her with ease, laughing.

"Elsa?" she chuckles. "Are you okay?"

"I'm. . . fucking fantastic," Elsa grins. "But I'm also exhausted."

"Me too," Anna says, helping Elsa lean up on the wall again. "Why don't you sleep over? I don't know if you can drive in the condition you're in."

"I'd pass out at the wheel… the alcohol and sex combination is wiping me out now."

Anna guides her to the bed that's just on her right. She climbs over to one side and pulls back the blankets for the both of them. Elsa sinks into the left side of the bed and rests her head on the pillows, Anna snuggling on the right side.

Elsa can already feel herself fading away, eyes drifting shut. She's radiating with gratification and doesn't mind when Anna drapes an arm across her waist, her one-night-lover sighing sleepily and smiling. Elsa lets drowsiness wash over her and is so glad she came home with Anna.

Big thanks to my beta, Jane, for looking this over and helping me out.

I hope you all enjoyed this first chapter. Chapter 2 might come out tomorrow or next week. Haven't decided.

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