Anna Andersen was a goddamn great fucking driver. A pro behind the wheel. One of the best on the road.

"Don't crash," Kristoff teased, slapping the driver's side door of the truck as he leaned against it. The ringing clang! of flesh on metal made Anna flinch, and he laughed.

"Not funny," she ground out between clenched teeth, her grip on the wheel tight and stiff.

"Relax," he drawled, squeezing her shoulder through the open window. "You'll be fine." Anna let out a sigh and tried to lower her shoulders from around her ears. "And if you crash, just call, and I'll have Meg swing by and pick you kids up."

"Fuck off!" It was hard to punch someone through a car window, but Anna managed. She laughed, though, and Kristoff grinned through his fake groans of pain. "I'll see you at the school, loser."

"Oh yeah, here we go; now that you've got a popular girlfriend, you think your friends are losers." His tone was light enough, but Anna looked at him sharply, gnawing at her lip.

"Bro," she started, and Kristoff rolled his eyes, pushing off from the truck and taking a step back.

"I was kidding." Anna opened her mouth, and Kristoff interrupted her. "And I know, I know," he said flatly, "she's not your girlfriend." Lips clamping together audibly, Anna's cheeks flushed and she fidgeted in the driver's seat.

"Yeah, well, whatever," Anna muttered, a smile twitching on her lips. "I get what you mean." Sitting up straight and turning the key in the ignition, Anna listened to it sputter into a roar. It was time to go. She burst into a full blown grin and leaned forward against the wheel, throwing an excited look at Kristoff. "Tell Meg she looks beautiful," she advised, putting the truck into drive.

"I will."

"And shave your face before she shows up, you fucking animal," Anna teased, cackling as she pressed the gas pedal and drove off.

Kristoff decided not to tell her her tie was crooked.

It was a short enough drive to Elsa's house, maybe ten minutes tops. It would have been safer to wait a bit longer to go pick her up, seeing as the dance wouldn't start for a little over an hour. Anna wasn't sure if showing up this early was lame or courteous.

Which was why she spent a longer time sitting in front of Elsa's place than she did driving over.

Stupid. Definitely stupid. Elsa had been the one to ask her to the dance (which was kind of humiliating, kind of super flattering), there was no reason to fret so hard about picking her up. Sure, Granpap's truck was a little beat up - but it was a good, reliable set of wheels. It was just…

The two-sided garage door on the side of Elsa's house was closed, but Anna bet there was at least one luxury vehicle chilling inside. With how nice Elsa's house was, it was all but a guarantee. The sun hadn't set yet, but lights were on inside the house. And Anna was sitting in her truck. Had been for the past fifteen minutes.

"Okay, Andersen," Anna said sternly to the rearview mirror. "Get your act together. You've got this. You've done this a million times." Her brows furrowed at her reflection and she grimaced. "Uh, okay, not really. But how hard can it be? Just go inside, make nice with the 'rents, grab Elsa, say nothing about fucking her - cuz, duh, totally TMI. Wave buh-bye, get out, go have fun at the dance thing. Easy! Cut and dry. Not terrifying at all." She ignored the way her voice cracked over the word 'terrifying' and focused instead on what she need to do. Or rather, not do. As in, no goo goo eyes or innuendos while Elsa's parents were in the room. If she kept that in mind, things'd go smooth as silk. Anna gulped. "Yeah, right," she groaned. This is going to be a train wreck.

A buzz in her pocket made her jump in her seat, and subsequently get slammed back down in a seatbelt choke hold.

You still coming? ;)

Elsa. Anna took a calming breath and unclipped the belt, smiling down at her phone and shaking her head. Apparently nobody in the house had spotted her sitting outside like an idiot.

Actually I thought I'd drive to Norway instead.

Wow, your car has submarine capabilities? Fancy.

Glad Elsa knew she was joking, Anna opened the driver's side door and hopped out. I'm here.

Already? Give me a sec!

Snorting, Anna headed towards the house, shooting off another text (You were the one asking if I was still coming!). Her stride up the sidewalk was hardly confident, but she wasn't slinking along, either. When she stepped onto the porch, Anna paused, taking a slow and steady breath. There was no helping the wry smile that spread on her face when she remembered the last time she stood on this porch. Back when her mind had raced with excuses not to walk through the door in front of her. When she thought that it was a portal to disaster.

The only sentiment that lingered from that day was that she didn't want to drag things out any longer. She rapped her knuckles on the door, steeling herself for when Elsa answered and sent her thoughts scattering again. Anna had no idea what Elsa's dress looked like; only that it was blue and a bit shorter than ankle length. Considering the length of Elsa's cheer skirt, Anna wondered at the conservative choice, but hell, she wasn't exactly a paragon of fashion.

Before she had a chance to delve deeper into thoughts about hems and popular dress styles, the door opened.

There was a man behind it, not Elsa. His teeth were blindingly white when he smiled at Anna. He had to be Elsa's dad, although his blonde hair wasn't nearly as fair as his daughter's. His eyes, however, were just as startlingly blue as Elsa's, and his eyebrows had that same elegant arch. When a woman - probably his wife, definitely Elsa's mom - rounded the corner, Anna had to blink, and blink again, to keep from rubbing her eyes in surprise.

She was definitely where Elsa got most of her looks, because damn if she didn't look like an aged up Elsa clone, only with brown hair and crow's feet. "Hello dear," she greeted cheerfully, and Anna gave her an uneasy smile. "Come on in!"

Anna shuffled awkwardly into their foyer. She was painfully aware of the too-big suit jacket she'd borrowed from Kristoff, thrown over a plain, mint-colored blouse and a green-and-yellow plaid miniskirt. The couple's notice dropped to her chest nearly simultaneously, attention drawn to the awful job she'd done with her black tie. Another loan from her best friend, one she didn't quite know how to put on correctly. It was probably strikingly obvious that she'd thrown the outfit together last minute. Their poorly concealed smiles made her blush to the tips of her ears.

"My name is Agdar, and this is my wife Idunn," Elsa's dad informed her, gesturing between the two of them. "And you're Elsa's friend Anna, right?" Anna nodded stiffly, shoving her hands into the pockets of her jacket.

"Elsa should be down in a second," Idunn promised, and Anna sure fucking hoped so. She resisted picking at her black leggings, knowing the bad habit would wear a hole in them before she and Elsa even got to the dance. They all loitered in the foyer for a few uncomfortable moments before Idunn ushered them further into the house. Neither Idunn nor Agdar had stopped smiling since Anna had walked inside. It was a bit Stepford; creepy in that awkwardly picture perfect way.

They made it to the foot of the stairs before the small talk made its triumphant, uncomfortable return. "So, you're on the student council with Elsa, is that right?" Agdar asked, but before Anna could do anything but squirm where she stood, Idunn shook her head.

"No, dear, Elsa isn't on the student council this year. She did the dance committee, but said she was going to focus on… to focus on… Well, some scholarship competition I think." They looked at Anna, whose shoulders were up to her ears and whose uneasy smile trembled on her lips. "But, I'm sure I've heard Elsa talk about you before. She just has so many friends!"

"Yeah," Anna said.

"Our popular girl," Agdar bragged, and Idunn poked him in his paunch, shaking her head.

"She got that way on her own, dear," she teased, and Anna was suddenly acutely aware that Elsa's parents were in love. Like, actually enjoyed each other's company. Probably kissed and played grab ass in their chrome washed kitchen. They seemed a little clocked out, Anna thought, but still into each other. That was stranger than the non-stop smiling, the matching sweaters in the family portraits hanging up on the wall, the fact that they wore shoes inside the house.

A creak at the top of the stairs, followed by the firm clearing of a throat, drew Anna's attention. As she looked up, time really seemed to slow down as she was slapped in the face with the image of Elsa descending to meet them.

This is it. Anna was amazed that her thoughts rang so clearly in her head when her brain was buzzing and her jaw worked back and forth. This is a cliche romance movie. I'm the idiot schmuck who gapes at the beautiful woman coming down the stairs - and who sure as fuck doesn't deserve her. She swallowed hard, throat bobbing, because damn. Elsa was more than beautiful. She was… was something that even Anna's racing thoughts couldn't keep up with.

Elsa's hair was piled on the back of her head in a twisting but immaculate coil of thick platinum braids. Only her bangs escaped from the tight plaits to brush against her forehead. All that decorated her neck was a sheer, scarf-like tie that held up her bodice with a tight knot at the nape of Elsa's neck, the free ends falling over her shoulders and down her back like a gossamer cape. The bodice itself shimmered under the soft light with each of Elsa's steps, showcasing the different shades of blue stitched into the stiff fabric. Each movement stirred the bottom of the dress and revealed high cut slits in the sides of the skirt that dashed any impression that it was a conservative choice.

Elsa made it to the bottom of the stairs, shoes in hand. They were the same blue as the skirt of Elsa's dress, and, luckily, flats. Even standing barefoot in front of Anna, Elsa was still quite a bit taller. Anna had to look up to catch Elsa's eyes, which were soft and sapphire-bright, and framed nicely by a minimal amount of artfully applied makeup.

It was a bit too much for Anna to match Elsa's gaze, so she flickered her focus slightly over her shoulder instead. Two sparkling citrine drop earrings dangled from Elsa's earlobes. Those and the yellow flower on Elsa's wrist were the only splashes of color that didn't match the monochromatic wash of azure hues that characterized the rest of her outfit. Then Anna realized that they subtly resonated with the yellow on her own plaid skirt, the waistband and lines. Anna swallowed again, opening her mouth to say something, anything, but Elsa's father beat her to the punch.

"Well, aren't you girls just a pretty picture!" Warmth curled in Anna's stomach at the thought of the two of them looking good together, despite her haphazardly chosen outfit. "You'll have to beat the guys off with sticks!" The warmth sapped out of her and she had to fight not to scowl. An askance look at Elsa showed that her smile had gone stiff and polite. The thought of having to deal with one guy in particular soured Anna's mood - as much as it could with Elsa still standing by her side, reaching for Anna's hand and threading their fingers together.

"Father," Elsa began, but Agdar was frowning quizzically at Idunn, who tugged his arm and turned them away from the girls.

In a not-so-subtle whisper, Idunn chastised, "We've been over this." Elsa covered her face with a hand and Anna stared and fidgeted, unsure of what to do.

"What?" Agdar demanded, even less concerned with making their supposedly private conversation less audible to Elsa and Anna. "What did I say?"

"Agdar, they're lesbians," Idunn hissed, and Anna's face was enveloped in an instant burning blush.

"Anna, I got this for you," Elsa said loudly, her own cheeks tinged with pink. Anna turned to her, surprised, and froze when Elsa's hand brushed against her chest. Looking down, she saw a sky blue flower with bright green leaves blooming from the breast pocket of her jacket. Lifting up her hand, she tickled her fingers over the petals, and realized they were made of fabric. "It will last longer that way." Anna looked up at her with a grin, once again struck by the fondness in Elsa's expression and shimmering eyes. "Why don't we…"

"Oh no you don't," Agdar interrupted, seemingly recovered from his re-education, the toothy smile returned to his face. "We need pictures!" Idunn's enthusiasm matched his, and directly correlated to Elsa's exasperation.

"Pictures, sounds good," Anna said, ignoring Elsa's eyeroll. The quicker they gave into those sort of parental demands, the faster they could jet and start their evening, full speed ahead. Beaming at Anna and clapping her on the shoulder, Agdar scuttled away to grab his camera. Idunn stood there with the girls, smiling wide at them, and Anna squirmed under her stare.

"You two really do look wonderful together," Idunn assured them, wiping a bead of moisture from the corner of her eye.

"Mother…" Elsa murmured, hiding her face in Anna's hair. Anna gnawed on her lip, unsure whether to smile or grimace. It was a strange moment, tugging her in conflicting directions. This wasn't her home, and these weren't her parents, crying and chiding and teasing. But she was here anyway, with Elsa, and couldn't quite bring herself to say she was completely out of place.

The sound of a shutter and a quick burst of light made Anna jump, jostling Elsa from her hiding spot in Anna's bun. "The best ones are candid," Agdar informed them with a wink, and brought the camera up again. In the brief moment before Anna was blinded by the flash, she saw that it was a very nice, very expensive looking piece of hardware.

"Give them a second to compose themselves!" Idunn grabbed the camera and giggled, kissing Agdar on his cheek when he made to protest. "Alright, Elsa, Anna, ready?"

They contorted themselves into a few stiff, stereotypical pre-dance picture poses - side by side with an arm wrapped around each other's waists, facing each other with Elsa pretending to adjust Anna's boutonniere, Elsa hugging Anna from behind as they both shot plastic smiles at the camera. Anna couldn't help but blush the whole time, with Elsa brushing against her, constant physical contact being maintained while Elsa's parents oohed and ahhed over them.

"Alright, that has to be about a hundred pictures by now," Elsa complained, and Anna had to hide a smile. Elsa hadn't seemed the type to whine, but doting parents drew all kinds of strange reactions from their kids. Neither Agdar nor Idunn felt the need to hide their amusement, laughing at Elsa's huff.

"We'll let you go," Idunn relented, cupping Elsa's cheek and pinching it slightly when Elsa drew away. "Be free, sweet teenagers. Escape into the wild blue yonder."

"Have fun," Agdar added, interrupting Elsa's eyeroll. "But not too much fun." He cleared his throat and shoved his hands into the pockets of his beige chinos, hunching over slightly. "I guess we'll see you tomorrow morning?"

Elsa blushed brightly, and if Anna hadn't gone red herself, it would have been hilarious to see. "Um, yeah," she began cautiously, "If I come home tonight, it'll be after you guys are in bed." Agdar nodded, gave her a quick hug, clasped Anna's shoulder, and broke off to head deeper into the house. Elsa stared after him for a moment, her expression unreadable. When Anna's hand slipped into hers, Elsa jerked in surprise and turned towards her. A slow smile curled on her lips when she looked down and knitted their fingers together.

"He'll be alright," Idunn promised, and the two girls looked at her, having momentarily forgotten she was still there. "He's a dad, that's how they are."

Anna ducked her head, staring down at her shoes.

Idunn went on. "Do stay safe, and have lots of fun, okay?" She seemed to be tearing up again, and drew both Elsa and Anna into a tight hug. Anna wrapped an arm around Idunn's waist and squeezed once before letting go. Idunn held on a few moments longer, brushing her hands over their heads, before stepping back. Elsa sighed and pressed a kiss to her mother's forehead.

"I'll text you when the dance is over so you know we're okay," she promised, and Idunn waved her off.

"Don't worry about it. Your father and I will find a way to occupy ourselves while you're gone." Sticking out her tongue at Elsa, Idunn turned to follow Agdar. "Somehow we entertained ourselves before you came along, and we will after you move out, too." Her rumbling chuckle reminded Anna of Elsa's, when the cheerleader got it in her head to tease.

"Oh, ew!" Elsa grimaced, but she seemed more amused than disgusted.

"Now you know what it's like for us to know what you'll be doing tonight!" Idunn called over her shoulder, and cackled. Elsa wrinkled her nose and pursed her lips. Her face relaxed when Anna kissed her jaw. With Elsa's parents out of sight, Anna couldn't wait any longer to grasp Elsa's hips and tilt her head up to press kisses along the side Elsa's face. Elsa turned and leaned forward, her hands resting on Anna's shoulders, and their lips met. At first, a soft, hesitant brush- and then Anna pushed forward, gripping Elsa tightly and groaning quietly against Elsa's mouth. Hands sliding from Anna's shoulders to the small of her back, Elsa's smile opened up for Anna's tongue to flicker against her teeth before probing deeper.

The feeling of the wall against her back jolted Elsa out of her haze, and she broke the kiss, giggling when she felt Anna pout. "I knew it was a good idea to not wear lipstick tonight," Elsa murmured against Anna's cheek. Anna snorted and dragged her mouth back to Elsa's, nibbling on her lip. "But maybe we could go somewhere else?" Her breath hitched when Anna nudged a knee in between her thighs. "Somewhere my parents won't walk in and see us making out?"

Anna didn't really want to think at the moment, but she saw Elsa's point. Still, she stalled, slipping a hand from Elsa's hip around to cup her rear, the silken material of Elsa's dress rasping pleasantly against Anna's palm. "I'm not above a little risk," she purred, her eyes fluttering closed at Elsa's pleading mewl as Anna kneaded her flesh. "But yeah, let's beat feet. We'll have plenty of room to go horizontal in the back of my truck."

Elsa laughed and slipped from Anna's loosened grasp, stumbling towards the door. Anna smirked, enjoying the view as Elsa bent over to pick up her shoes - when had she dropped them? - watching as Elsa slipped them on. Her hips wiggled temptingly. Once Elsa had her flats securely on her feet and started to straighten up, Anna moved forward and docked against Elsa's behind, her hands returning to Elsa's hips and pulling them closer together with a rough grind. Elsa's gasp was shaky, but she pressed firmly back into Anna with no hesitation.

As Elsa stood up, she dragged her hands up Anna's legs, lifting the hem of Anna's skirt and scraping her nails over Anna's leggings, sparking warmth along Anna's nerves. Catching on the seam along Anna's inner thighs, Elsa's fingers tensed, caressing the sensitive skin through the thin material. Anna's knees locked, keeping her from collapsing, and she clutched Elsa's waist to stay upright. "W-weren't we gonna..?" Anna croaked, and her hips tried following Elsa's hands as she pulled them away and turned around. They were so close together, Anna could feel the stuttered movement of Elsa's chest as she breathed unevenly.

"Yeah…" Elsa whispered, dipping down to capture Anna's lips again. The kiss was slow and gentle, and drew a low whimper from Anna's throat when Elsa took a step back. "Let's go."

Had Elsa's parents not been in the house, Anna might have dragged her upstairs and had her way with her just then. Fortunately, the truck was only a few seconds away as they smiled at and stumbled over one another. Their hands clasped as they shuffled down the sidewalk. One would send a sidelong glance at the other and prompt another round of giddy laughter, and their cheeks remained flushed as Anna let go to open the passenger door for Elsa.

"Your Highness," she said with a bow, holding onto the door handle and grinning.

"Why thank you," Elsa demurred playfully, stroking Anna's cheek before climbing into the truck. The feeling of Elsa's touch lingered there as Anna closed the door and rounded to the driver's side. A glance at the dashboard clock told her that they were doing fine, if Elsa was the type to want to show up on time. The corner of Anna's mouth twitched when she thought of a few ways to pass the time if Elsa wanted to be 'fashionably late'.

Anna pulled away from the curb and tried to focus on driving. It was a little difficult when Elsa's hand landed on her arm and fiddled with the sleeve of her jacket, but she didn't make any untoward moves that would make it impossible to keep her eyes on the road. Anna's mouth felt dry. It was hard for her to swallow, and she forced herself not to flick her eyes to the side and rove her gaze over Elsa, who sat primly next to her. If things went right, she'd have all night to look at her, bask in the image of her clad in that dress- and maybe out of it.

Another dry swallow had Anna narrowing her eyes at the street as it stretched out in front of her. Other than the rumble of the engine, things were quiet, and she could only wrack her brains for what to say. Or if she should say anything at all. The drive to the school, or at least near the school where she planned to park, was short enough that if she started talking she'd just babble on about nothing. Elsa herself seemed content with the silence, but Anna couldn't be sure, and when Elsa's hand slid from where it had been playing with her sleeve, Anna reached out automatically to clasp it. Driving one handed wasn't the safest, but she needed the contact.

She saw out of the corner of her eye that Elsa was smiling bashfully at her. "I really want to kiss you."

Anna's hands tensed, on the wheel and against Elsa's fingers. "I really wanna kiss you, too," she replied with a grin, "but we'd probably crash." She sped up a bit, willing the distance to grow shorter so she could pull over and drag Elsa into her lap. A few minutes and some internal grumbling at the nature of space and time later, Anna momentarily retrieved her hand from Elsa's gentle, stroking grasp to slide into a space underneath a tree. They were a bit of a way down from the school, but there were a few other cars parked nearby, probably trying to avoid the crowded parking lot. It would be easier to slip away from here when the dance drew to a close, without trying to navigate a bunch of idiot drivers. It was also a plus that, this way, they spent far less time trying to find a spot to park.

And the distance gave them a bit of privacy as Anna turned off the truck and slipped her keys into her pocket. She turned towards the passenger seat just as Elsa crawled over to her and started doing some delightful things with her tongue against Anna's lips. The steering wheel kept Anna from yanking Elsa any closer. Anna gave an annoyed grunt when her arm got trapped in the seat belt as she reached for Elsa. "Sec," Anna said, unclicking the belt, but Elsa didn't break the kiss, merely tilted her head and sucked on Anna's lower lip. Groaning into Elsa's mouth, Anna brought her own tongue out to play, pushing it against Elsa's and opening her mouth wider to capture Elsa's tongue between her lips.

The sudden blaring honk made both of them jerk, their teeth clicking together and their noses mashing against one another. Anna had accidentally pressed the horn. She dipped her head with an embarrassed laugh. "It's a bit of a tight fit in the cab."

"You said something about going horizontal in the truck bed?" Elsa's response would have been pithy if it hadn't been so breathless. She looked impossibly put together despite her panting, and Anna couldn't help but lean forward and press a chaste kiss to Elsa's lips again.

"Sorry, yeah," Anna said, reaching backwards to open her door without looking away from Elsa. The small smile Elsa wore was pleased and playful, and before Anna could climb out, Elsa grabbed ahold of her tie. Pulling Anna forward, Elsa tilted her head and gave her a prolonged, quivering kiss, lips already plump and rosy from the friction. Anna felt when Elsa let go of her tie, knowing that it was probably even more of a mess now, but didn't care or pull away.

They ended up breathing heavily against each other's faces, pausing long enough for Anna to nuzzle Elsa's jaw. Under Anna's attention, Elsa's mouth fell open and let out a puff of breath. "We should… We should do that…"

"Do what?"

"Move."

Anna didn't quite see the benefits of that, especially since she was perfectly content in latching onto Elsa's neck with her teeth and running her tongue over her skin. The way Elsa was trembling and the helpless whimpers she was letting out were also arguments towards staying put.

"I want you to touch me."

That would do it. "Yeah, okay," Anna breathed against the moist patch of skin where she'd been working on giving Elsa a hickie. Untangling herself from Elsa, Anna unlatched the driver's side door and just about kicked it open. She wanted to press one last kiss against the juncture of Elsa's jaw and neck when she saw Elsa's throat bob in anticipation, but that would just trap them there again until Anna's want burned the fog from her brain.

Elsa didn't wait for Anna to open the door for her again, but instead hopped out and circled to the back of the truck bed. Letting down the tailgate and offering a hand to hoist Elsa up, Anna let her palm linger on the underside of Elsa arm for a moment. It was easy enough for Anna to hop up without assistance, having practiced plenty of times when she and the boys rode in the back with Granpap driving. Legs curled all proper like underneath her, Elsa sat and beckoned Anna closer with a single look. Casting a glance around them and seeing they were sufficiently alone, Anna yanked the tailgate back into place. She lowered herself onto her knees and shuffled over to Elsa, the cool metal chilling her legs.

The slit of Elsa's skirt seemed even higher when she was sitting, and Elsa flicked the front of it aside when she saw Anna's fixation on the pale stretch of thigh it revealed. The fabric pooled in front of the v of Elsa's thighs, her long leg on display. Anna didn't quite salivate over the sight, but her mouth was no longer dry. A strong hand clasped around the back of Anna's neck once she was close enough, and Elsa pulled her along to meet in an amorous kiss again.

Anna hooked her arms underneath Elsa's hips and lifted her briefly to bring Elsa onto her lap, sliding a trembling hand down Elsa's bare thigh and relishing in the heat of her skin compared to the cool air. The sun was in the midst of its descent for the evening, and it hadn't been a warm day. The thump of Anna's heart against her chest was almost painful as she shifted and lowered herself further into the truck bed, Elsa straddling her hips and burrowing her hands under Anna's jacket.

Elsa's eyes flitted from Anna's face down her body, lingering on her chest for a moment before straying distractedly to her arms as Anna shrugged out of her suit jacket. Anna's shiver was more from the sensation than the temperature, but Elsa bit her lip, her expression morphing from desire to concern. "Cold?"

"Hot," Anna rasped, her face flushed and her eyes glazed as she stared up at Elsa. She could feel Elsa's thighs squeeze around her waist and she shuddered again. Her skin was so smooth and soft underneath Anna's fingertips that her eyes closed from the sensation, almost overloading. She wondered what Elsa had on underneath the dress. Her hands traveled up to find out without thought.

"Ah," Elsa hummed, the sound cracking into a desperate whimper when Anna's fingers slipped under her dress and tickled the edge of her panties. Anna's eyes snapped back open and she rubbed circles into Elsa's skin, reluctantly drawing away from the juncture of Elsa's thighs with a shuddery breath. Hips bucking in disagreement with the retreat, Elsa doubled over, Anna's face full of her chest, and grabbed Anna's hands. She led them back to her inner thighs, and Anna groaned, low and wanting.

"Elsa…" The name was no more than a breath on Anna's lips.

"Anna…" Elsa answered, swaying back on Anna's lap and dipping her head even with Anna's so they could kiss again. When she pulled away, Elsa murmured, "Do you wanna get out of here?"

Anna's eyes closed briefly and she took a breath. She wasn't quite ready to head towards the school yet, her body hot, her heart drumming hard, her breath catching in her throat. Elsa's weight felt good pressed against her. "Gimme a minute, and then we can head in." A minute might not be enough, but Anna was pretty sure Elsa wouldn't be counting. She could feel Elsa trembling in her embrace.

"No, I mean…" Anna opened an eye to stare at Elsa, who was worrying at her lip and dragging her fingertips along Anna's neck. "Do you wanna just… skip the dance? Go somewhere else?"

The question jolted Anna out of her hazy stupor and she shifted, sitting up straighter and furrowing her brow. "Why?"

Elsa studied a spot just over Anna's shoulder closely, her fingers still tracing distracting patterns across Anna's throat. "I… We could just, y'know… Have fun… together… alone..." Heat flared between Anna's legs when Elsa ground her hips against Anna's lap, emphasizing just what kind of fun Elsa was talking about.

But Anna shook her head, and another sort of warmth settled in her chest as she tapped Elsa's chin and brought Elsa's eyes back to meet her gaze. "We could." She searched Elsa's face and kissed the tip of her nose, smiling when Elsa blinked rapidly, surprise and confusion evident in her expression. "But I dunno. I mean, if you really don't wanna go to the dance, we don't have to. Like, duh. But you asked me and I kinda feel like you do? Wanna go? And like, dance and junk?" She could feel herself blushing but didn't look away from Elsa, wanting to get her words from her brain to her mouth without fucking up, wanting to say what she actually meant and say it right. "I know this is kind of your thing, and I know you helped plan it and sell tickets and stuff. So I'm not gonna bail on something you like, just cuz I'm not super hype about it or whatever."

"I didn't think…" Elsa began, but Anna raised an eyebrow and Elsa fell silent, kissing her approval to go on onto the bridge of Anna's nose.

"I was gonna ask you, you know, to go with me." The surprise returned to Elsa's face, and quickly turned into an absolutely pleased smile, bright and snatching up Anna's heart in a warm, squeezing hug. It made her wish that she had asked Elsa first, to have been privy to that expression before, but this was okay too. Maybe more than okay. Maybe awesome. "But you asked me first. And I wanna dance with you, and show you off, cuz damn, I probably have said it a million times tonight, but you look amazing. Like, gorgeous beautiful."

The look on Elsa's face was worth feeling like she probably sounded like the dumbest person on earth.

"I do want to have fun with you, Elsa." Anna was surprised she could read the quirked eyebrow and smirk before Elsa could even say anything. "What we've done together has been fun, don't get me wrong, but like… There are lots of different kinds of fun and I'd like to…" This probably sounded like too much, too fast, but the filter was long gone from Anna's waggling tongue. "I'd like to experience all of them with you."

It was hard, maybe impossible, to read most of the emotions that Elsa cycled through in the moments of silence following Anna's speech. But most of them seemed positive, and if the tight hug and enthusiastic kiss Elsa gave her were any indication, Anna had said the right things. "I'd really like that." Elsa spoke quietly against Anna's lips, and then they were kissing again.

When they came up for air, Anna beamed at Elsa, and Elsa smiled back just as dazzlingly. "And hey, you probably wanna see your friends or something, right?"

"So generous of you to share me with them," Elsa murmured, soothing her fingers over the nape of Anna's neck and eliciting a shiver. Anna pouted and jerked Esla closer, enjoying the startled squeal that escaped Elsa's mouth.

"That depends on how exactly I'm sharing you," Anna corrected, squeezing Elsa's rear roughly to prompt another squeak from her.

"Ah-hah." Laughing breathlessly, Elsa rolled her hips and pressed closer, speaking directly into Anna's ear. "Not like that. You don't have to share any of this." Elsa's hand punctuated her promise by leading one of Anna's up her body to her ribs, just below her breast. Far from a saint, Anna couldn't help but slip her hand a little higher and cup it reverently. The bodice was a bit too stiff to feel much, but both of them let out a soft moan at the touch.

"In that case, I'd be more than happy to grant them access," Anna joked, pulling away from Elsa's chest. Elsa made to get up from Anna's lap, but when their bodies rubbed together firmly from the movement, her legs went weak and she sat back down again. "As long as we can find an unoccupied bathroom if things get too… passionate." That had meant to be another joke, but Anna's voice came out low and hoarse and tingled throughout Elsa's body.

They somehow managed to extract themselves from one another. After slipping her suit jacket back on, Anna let down the tailgate and hopped to the ground, turning to help Elsa. Not that she needed help, Anna remembered, given that she'd leapt from far taller heights with only other girls supporting her weight. She almost retracted her hand, but Elsa grabbed hold and slid gingerly from the truck, one hand keeping her skirt from flying up. Anna normally wouldn't have minded if it did, but she spotted some guys loitering around. They seemed to be leering at the girls, and weren't exactly dressed for the dance.

Her observations were interrupted by the feeling of Elsa's hands smoothing over her jacket and undoing her tie. Confused, Anna turned her gaze back towards her date and grinned when she realized Elsa was sorting out her ruffled appearance with a look of concentration on her face. "Thank you, dear," Anna teased, her accent that of a 50's husband praising his wife. Elsa stuck out her tongue and Anna, anticipating the move, captured it in her mouth and led Elsa far back enough to reach the tailgate and slam it shut.

"Punk," Elsa groaned, not letting up on Anna's tie.

"Yup," Anna agreed, popping the end of the words against Elsa's lips and laughing when Elsa nipped her.

"Let me fix this!" The low whine in Elsa's throat only made Anna smile.

"Who's stopping you?"

"You're being distracting."

"Purely by accident, I promise," Anna teased, and leaned closer, pressing Elsa against the back of the truck. "I'll hold still." Voice rumbling with promise, Anna tilted her head to bear her neck. Elsa's fingers shook as she re-looped the tie beneath Anna's collar and quickly knotted it. With a gentle pat followed by a chaste kiss on the lips, Elsa slipped away from the truck and brushed the lap of her dress. Her smile was private and bashful, and she bit her lip to keep it from growing.

"Escort me to the ballroom?" she asked, and Anna proffered an arm for her to latch onto.

"Of course madam."

Their walk was far more coordinated this time. Anna was thankful she hadn't had any heels to wear, and had to make do with the knock-off oxfords she usually wore when she got dressed up. She would have fallen over and taken Elsa down with her had she tried to make up for the disparity in height with deathtrap shoes. From the stragglers working their way across the parking lot and the long line at the side entrance to the gym, she and Elsa had waited long enough so that the party was in full swing by the time they made it to the door.

"Tickets?" The kid manning the table looked bored as hell, his voice flat, barely looking at either of them as he chewed on the end of his silk tie.

Anna panicked, patting her pockets.

"I've got it," Elsa reminded her, handing the sharp, black stationary over to McDrooly. "I hope they let you off soon, Hiccup." He tossed his hair out of his face and started, recognizing who was talking to him.

"Oh hey, Elsa." His gaze strayed over to Anna and then snapped back to Elsa when Anna scowled at him. "Uh, yeah. Once they get ready to close the doors my duties will be over. I don't mind, really. Volunteering gets me in free. Save me a dance, will ya?"

Anna's scowl deepened even as Elsa wrapped her arm around Anna's waist. "Between Astrid and Toothless, I think there won't be any room on your dance card for me," Elsa joked, and Hiccup grinned at her. At the sound of his name, Hiccup's black service dog poked his head up over the table that Hiccup sat at, looked around, and retreated back to the spot where he lay at Hiccup's feet.

There were a few students lined up behind them, so Elsa said her goodbyes to Hiccup and Anna tried not to look like she had something stuck up her ass when she gave him a stiff nod. Then they whisked along the short walk into the gym, sparkly white and blue fabric temporarily carpeting the floor with piles of fake snow along the walls.

"Who thought it was a good idea to bring winter inside two months early?" Anna griped, but Elsa only bumped her with a hip and didn't entertain the sudden bout of grouchiness that had overtaken Anna's countenance. They took one step inside the gym proper before a shrill shriek overtook the thumping music pouring out of the DJ setup in the corner.

"Ohmygod!" Anna's vision was interrupted by a flash of brown hair and a tug around her neck as she was smooshed into a group hug. "Elsa, look at you! You're so hot!"

Anna had to agree, but she bristled anyway, tugging out of what was basically a chokehold. Elsa was flustered, but that seemed to be more out of embarrassment than anything else. "Punzie," Elsa groaned, taking a step back, almost hiding behind Anna. Rapunzel grinned at the two of them, ignoring her date for the moment as he sidled behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Weren't we dancing, or something?" he muttered. She waved him off.

"It's true, cuz, and you know it. Anna, you look really cute, too," Rapunzel gushed, and it was Anna's turn to blush, especially as more girls noticed Elsa had arrived and came over, tugging their dates along. Belle, and another of Elsa's squadmates Aurora, grinned at Rapunzel's enthusiasm, while Adam and Mulan, their dates, looked about as confused and uncomfortable as Anna did. "I'm glad you guys made it, although I won't ask why you were late." The wink and kiss Rapunzel blew Elsa's way made Anna's face burn. Between the music, the low lighting, and the rather large crowd formed in the center of the gym, she was feeling a bit overwhelmed already.

It didn't help when Belle turned her piercing gaze to Anna. She'd been the one who nearly caught them in the bathroom the first time she and Elsa had sex, and the thought of that day made Anna squirm just as much as the searching look Belle gave her now.

"Ha, ha," Elsa said flatly, crossing her arms. Anna's eyes roved over to Aurora and Mulan, who were holding hands and seemed like they only came over because they saw Rapunzel and Belle move this way.

"Well, I won't ask you here and now. Maybe later, after the dance," Rapunzel teased, and before Anna could stop herself, she spoke up.

"Probably won't have time for all the details at that point; we have plans after." The quip popped out and she already wished she could swallow it back up. Elsa groaned and hid her face in her hands, blushing hard, and Anna was tempted to join her. She hadn't meant to say it, and it was hardly a good first impression.

"She's got jokes!" Rapunzel laughed and pushed Anna's shoulder. It was only a light shove but Anna stumbled, off balance from her own stupidity. "Well I'm sure you guys don't want to be bothered your whole night. I'll see you later. Come on Eugene, I guess I've let you stand there and pout long enough." Eugene protested that he was brooding, not pouting, but let her drag him off with a vigorous , the rest of Elsa's friends wandered off again with quick hi's and promises to meet on the dance floor, and Belle didn't fix Anna in place with her dark gaze again.

"Sorry," Elsa said, smiling sheepishly as they skirted the pulsing mass of dancers and loitered awkwardly at one of the round tables. Anna shrugged and shuffled from foot to foot, unsure. The way Elsa's dress glittered even in the dusky 'mood lighting' made Anna want to wrap her arms around Elsa's waist, but there were tons of people in here. The shitty music didn't help, thumping louder than her heartbeat in her ears while some guy crooned about how his girlfriend had left him for another guy.

Elsa took a step forward and Anna swallowed, but before either of them could say something, Anna stumbled forward from the force of a strong back slap.

"Hey sunshine!" Anna whirled around and threw a punch that was intercepted by a meaty hand and a boisterous laugh.

"Lookin' lame, Reindeer King," Anna sniped, feeling half angry, half relieved at the sight of Kristoff's stupid face. He'd taken her advice to heart and shaved his rugged jawline, whereas Sven was looking like a man straight out of the jungle with his shaggy hair and scruffy beard. They were both dressed similarly, black jacket and slacks with a white button up, the only thing differing between them being the color of their ties. The brief respite from the uncomfortable silence was overshadowed when the realization that Elsa was standing next to her, and that Kristoff and Sven were staring at Elsa, knotted in Anna's chest.

"Hey, Winters," Kristoff greeted. Sven waved. Anna turned to Elsa, who was smiling. Polite, but not in the cold or distant way she had when she was uncomfortable.

"Hello." She fiddled with the flower on her wrist and Anna reached for her hand without thinking.

"Els, this is Kristoff and Sven. They're my friends."

"Her big brothers," Kristoff corrected, and the feel of Elsa's fingers threading with Anna's made her feel dizzy and hot.

"Yeah, big headed," she retorted, and Elsa giggled. Anna couldn't help the triumphant half-smile that tucked into her cheek. "We're the same age."

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you." A sly smile worked its way onto Elsa's face, and Anna just knew she was about to be taunted. This was payback for what she'd said in front of Elsa's friends. "And I promise to take care of your little sister," Elsa teased, looking at Anna briefly, her eyes lingering on Anna's quirked lips.

"You better." This voice belonged to neither Kristoff nor Sven, but was a snide and semi-serious snark that snuck between them. Meg followed the path of her words and Anna swallowed hard. The cream colored shawl in her arms had probably gotten her through the door, because the cut of Meg's dress bared her shoulders and drew the eyes to the v of her bust and the creamy expanse of her thighs. It was a damn fine dress on a damn fine body and Meg knew it, preening at the attention.

Anna blushed and looked away, missing Meg's triumphant smile. "And are you Anna's big sister?" Elsa asked, her voice calm but cutting, and Anna nearly choked.

"Not quite," Meg shot back, tone as hot as Elsa's was cool, sizzling with sarcasm as per usual. "Me and short-stack go way back. We're… close."

The innuendo was lost on no one, and Anna got over her embarrassment quick. "Meg," she said, warning as her hands stuffed into the pockets of her jacket. Meg waved her off, and stuck out her hand to shake.

"Megara," was her pithy introduction. The "but my friends call me Meg" was notably absent, along with the flirty lilt in her voice. Anna might have attributed to her pissy mood having been passed over by her greasy dick of an ex-boyfriend, of all people. But something about the cant of her stance seemed almost territorial, which made Anna scowl. Elsa, not really knowing Meg other than knowing of her, took the offered hand.

"Elsa," was her bemused reply. When they let go of each other, Elsa brought her hand to the small of Anna's back. It would have been hilarious if Anna wasn't the one in the middle of the pissing match.

I thought girls didn't have to squat on fire hydrants, she thought wryly, but the feeling of Elsa's fingers drumming against her spine was too good to be too mad about. "Well, now that we all know each other, why don't we go do what people do at these things!" There was no use in trying to not be awkward, since it was so uncomfortable already.

Meg looped her arms into the crook of Kristoff and Sven's elbows and smirked. "Sure thing, sugar," she purred, "but I'm getting a dance from you before the end of the night." She stalked off before Anna could throttle her, so she turned to Elsa with an apology on her lips instead.

"I think she tried to crush my bones with that handshake," Elsa mused, and smiled lopsidedly at Anna. "The boys seemed nice."

"They're assholes," Anna said fondly, glad Elsa didn't seem mad about Meg. Or about Anna openly ogling Meg, now that Anna thought about it. She grimaced, but Elsa's hand smoothed up her back and to her shoulders.

"They all care about you." Anna couldn't argue. "Dance with me?" Anna couldn't argue with that, either, not with the exaggerated pout Elsa hit her with.

"I said I would, didn't I?"

At least the song playing as Elsa led her along wasn't one that she knew, so she couldn't say it was completely terrible. It sounded a little different from radio trash, but the raucous beat and staccato rhythm of the lyrics made it easy to dance to. For most, anyway. Anna saw several people clapping off beat and swaying dangerously around without a care. And several more people grinding on each other with no rhyme or reason, rubbing their bits and pieces like horny idiots with minds floating somewhere other than where they could actually hear the music.

Anna's head briefly joined them when Elsa spun and caught ahold of her hips. Any sound was drowned out by the spike of fire in Anna's veins that had very little to do with the packed bodies generating heat around them. Elsa tugged her closer and her lips moved. Anna couldn't catch what she said, but it didn't matter; there was no distance between their bodies. She could feel Elsa's breasts pressed against her chest, their thighs brushing against each other and her hands capturing Elsa's waist as they rocked.

"God," Anna breathed, and she could see Elsa laugh even if she couldn't hear it. The DJ was blasting the music so loud Anna could feel it in her chest, now that they were closer and the doors had shut. No more kiddos let in after seven-thirty, Anna thought dreamily, and she imagined she could feel Elsa's nipples stiffen when Anna dragged her hands down to just above the jut of Elsa's backside. Hands clasped around Anna's shoulders and Elsa leaned in. Her breath tickled Anna's ear and it threw Anna off to feel Elsa whisper into Anna's neck without being able to hear her.

She couldn't even wonder what Elsa was saying or understand the lyrics of the song or make out the cheers of the bodies around them. Stuck on the press of lips against her throat, the way that Elsa's hips gyrated into the curve of Anna's body, Anna could barely breathe, and why would she, except to inhale the spicy scent of Elsa's sweat?

Then the music cut off. Anna jerked her head towards the DJ, her ears clearing to hear the grumbled complaints of the students that had been lost in the song. Sure enough, Mr. Weselton was arguing with a grungy looking guy who had to be in his thirties, huge headphones and an ugly red beard decorating his neck.

"Just a sec, teenieboppers," and of course he sounded like a stereotypical stoner when he grunted into the microphone. "Techie difficulties."

Weselton snatched the mic from him. "We cannot have the volume of the music that loud!" he screeched, the feedback making most of the students wince and his voice making the rest of them scowl. "It is unsafe, and we have already received a noise complaint! Furthermore, lewd dancing and profanity will not be permitted-" Anna could tell he continued to rant from the way he kept jawing, but the microphone cut out. Once Weselton realized it, he turned on the DJ again, who shrugged and fiddled with a few dials on his control station.

Weselton, fed up, threw his hands into the air and stalked off to the punch bowl. Anna wondered if it was spiked yet, or if Mr. Oaken, who had been keeping a vigilant eye on it, had scared away anyone who might attempt such a thing.

The tunes came back on, although at a more subdued volume. It was likely that the cops would be patrolling the area anyway, waiting for fuckups to stumble around after nipping a bit too much cheap liquor or, god forbid, try and drive somewhere. Most of the students would rather not have uniforms show up and shut things down early, whether they planned on any illegal activities that evening or not.

Elsa's sheepish smile knocked the thoughts of anything but the curve of Elsa's lips out of Anna's head. "I guess we got a little carried away," she murmured, but Anna followed as she tried to put a little distance between them.

"Weasleton can fuck off," Anna said, tightened her hold on Elsa's waist, and kissed her. It was really no more than a peck, quick and dry. Elsa didn't try to prolong it this time, but the look of shock on her face might have had something to do with it. Grinning, Anna twirled Elsa out of time with the tempo (and genre) of the song, startling a laugh out of her.

"Didn't think you'd have the guts for that," Elsa teased, trapping more giggles behind pursed lips.

"What, kissing a pretty lady in front of a crowd?" Anna held onto Elsa's hand and shook her head, admiring the flush that suffused across Elsa's cheeks. "PDA ain't normally my thing," she confessed, "but not cuz I'm too scared." She stepped back to twirl Elsa again, an anticipatory grin on her face, and ended up bumping into someone. Turning around to apologize, she gritted her teeth and tried not to snarl when she saw who it was.

"Excuse me," Hans said, and the amused tone and the half-smile on his face made Anna's fingers itch. His hands fell from the waist of his dancing companion, who looked peeved at the interruption. The palpable presence of Elsa's body at Anna's back relaxed her a little, but she tensed again when Hans merely turned his head and walked away. The girl he had been dancing with stomped after him, throwing Anna a dirty look over her shoulder and bumping into a few people while she wasn't looking where she was going. Elsa's hands cupped Anna's stomach as she hugged her from behind and pressed into Anna's back. They fit together nicely and Anna could feel Elsa's heart beating against her shoulders.

"Let it go," she pleaded, and Anna's fists uncurled. She hadn't realized her hands had even clenched so tightly, enough to leave half moon marks in her palm. Elsa swayed their bodies in the momentary quiet as the song changed, and Anna slumped, the fight rushing out of her as Elsa's fingers tickled just above the waistband of her skirt.

The jaunty blare of a trumpet washed over the dancers, prompting more than a few excited turns of heads and hips for those who recognized the song already. Piano quickly joined the trumpet and the tempo picked up slightly when the vocals kicked in.

When I need motivation, my one solution is my queen 'cause she stays strong. Yeah, yeah.

The smoothness of the singer's voice was contrasted against the sudden stiffening of Elsa's hold around Anna's waist. Concerned, Anna turned around, but Elsa was smiling, if with a bit of an embarrassed cant of her lips.

"What's wrong?" Anna asked, but Elsa merely shook her head, her grin widening.

"Just listen."

The music was building up, starting to sound all the more familiar, pricking Anna's ears as she focused on the lyrics.

Do you think I'm pretty? Do I make you feel like cheating? I'm like no, not really 'cause-

Recognition clicked into place for Anna just as Elsa let out a laugh she couldn't hold back anymore, and the chorus slid home.

Oh, I think that I've found myself a cheerleader. She is always right there when I need her.

Anna groaned and glared in the direction of the DJ, only to spot Kristoff lingering nearby, giving her a cheeky smirk and two thumbs up when they matched gazes. So it wasn't just a case of irony, but a coup by her dumb friend. She flipped him off, but Elsa bopped her hips as the second verse came around.

"She walks like a model. She grants my wishes like a genie in a bottle," Elsa sang, lilting along to the tune and pulling Anna into a bouncy, prancing frolic past some grinders and a couple who was attempting to slow dance.

Her voice was light and smooth in Anna's ear and, god, Elsa was so cute in that moment, her smile bright under the dim lights. Cute and genuine and damn if Anna couldn't help but smile back and bounce along. This was fun, and when Elsa could carry a tune pretty well, her crooning voice sending thrills down Anna's spine. "Ever thought about being in choir instead of on the squad?" Her tone was only half teasing.

Elsa grinned in response. "I tried that in freshman year, but I'm better in the shower."

Anna made a show of looking her up and down and leering. "I know you are."

To Anna's surprise, Elsa went red and averted her gaze. Anna's slight sway to the music slowed as she watched, trying not to laugh at Elsa's expression. Struggling valiantly, Elsa attempted to respond, but all that came out of her mouth was a strangled grunt. Taking pity on her, Anna keyed into the chorus.

"Oh, I think that I've found myself a cheerleader," she sang, her voice nowhere near as smooth as the singers, or as Elsa's. It came out as a hesitant, raspy sound at first, but at least the pitch was right, and the sound got a smile out of Elsa. She went on, holding onto Elsa's arms and drawing her closer again, sliding from side to side on beat. "She is always right there when I need her."

"You need me, huh?" Elsa asked, taking hold of Anna's tie and tugging her closer, so their faces aligned inches apart.

"You really like my tie," Anna noted, feeling it tighten around her throat slightly as Elsa pulled on it.

"That's not all I like," Elsa purred. Anna found it hard to swallow, and not just because of the fabric closing in around her neck. Their second dance floor kiss was much slower, Elsa coaxing Anna's lips apart and dipping her tongue into Anna's mouth for a brief, abrasive swipe. Anna was painfully aware that people could see them them, that Kristoff had probably been keeping an eye on her to catch the tantrum she'd throw about the song selection.

That Hans might be watching. Elsa made a surprised noise against Anna's mouth when she pushed closer and deepened the kiss, but didn't protest. When they pulled away for air, a string of saliva stretched and snapped between their lips.

"Alright kiddos, time to slow it down a bit. Let's get those cute couples out on the dance floor for this next song." The DJ's interruption wasn't exactly welcome, but it was inevitable. Plenty of people left the floor, grumbling, but Anna didn't make a move to follow them, and to her delight, neither did Elsa. A few stragglers reluctantly made their way over, most of the enthusiastic dates already hugging close. She spotted Kristoff, Sven, and Meg contorting themselves into a surprisingly effective ready stance for dancing with three people.

"Ready for some awkward swaying back and forth while people without dates bitch on the sidelines?" Anna asked, grinning, and Elsa wrapped her arms around Anna's neck.

"Only if you can handle some uncomfortable amounts of prolonged gazing into each other's eyes and- oh!" With an embarrassingly high pitched squeak, Elsa reached down and grabbed Anna's hands, sliding them up to her waist. "Keeping your hands here," she scolded halfheartedly. Ignoring Anna's pout, Elsa returned her hands to Anna's shoulders and squeezed.

Yo Vanilla, kick it one time-

"Woopsie. My bad. Let's try that again." Scrambling to put on the right selection this time, The DJ brought Vanilla Ice to a screeching halt.

Anna couldn't help but laugh, resting her forehead against Elsa's shoulder. "Oh my god," she said, her body trembling with barely contained chuckles. Elsa gave a wry smile.

"Mood killer, anyone?" Elsa's voice shook when Anna pulled her closer, waggling her eyebrows.

"What, you don't find 'Ice Ice Baby' romantic? Certainly goes with the Winter Wonderland theme."

Elsa's retort went unspoken when what must have been the song the DJ had intended to pick started playing, smooth and soft, out of the speakers.

Guess it's true, I'm not good at a one night stand.

Anna grimaced. She might have preferred his first choice. But still, she leaned in close, and Elsa wrapped around her and swayed. As long as she didn't listen to the lyrics, maybe the soothing lull of the music would suffice to make things better. Elsa really did intend on locking gazes with her, it seemed, and as cliché as it was her eyes were bright and wide and… ugh, easy to get lost in. Despite the grossly cheesy thoughts racing through her head, the press of Elsa's warm body against her felt good.

I don't want you to leave, will you hold my hand?

Did Anna imagine it, or did Elsa pull her closer? She turned her head and closed her eyes, and Anna found herself missing them for a moment. When Elsa nuzzled up against her cheek and breathed slow and steady against her neck, Anna shivered and linked her fingers against the small of Elsa's back. Her ear looked very kissable at this angle. Anna's lips closed over the lobe in a quick brush, lightly suckling before letting go. She buried her nose in the crook of Elsa's neck and inhaled. Her skin was damp with light sweat and her faint perfume mingled with it pleasantly.

This ain't love, it's clear to see.

Anna sucked in a breath and Elsa's smell flooded her senses, enough to make her a little dizzy. Whatever. She felt Elsa's hips under her hands, their movements so slow she could discern each muscle and bone shifting under her skin, under the silky fabric of her dress. From the way Elsa pulled back and looked at her, cocking her head to the side and biting her lip, she probably felt Anna trembling.

Why am I so emotional? No, it's not a good look. Gain some self control.

Seriously, fuck this guy. This song is the worst. Anna gave a half smile and pushed forward to kiss Elsa's lips, which were thankfully receptive. Not even their wet sounds and little sighs could drown out the music, or Anna's thoughts. But… here she was. Dancing with Elsa. Kissing her.

At this point, did it really matter?

The kiss lingered for a while, and when they pulled away Anna was smiling and Elsa seemed a bit dazed.

This ain't love, it's clear to see. But darling, stay with me…

"Well, I'm glad that's over," Anna griped, before the song had even fully faded off. Elsa's amused eyeroll seemed a bit tinged with hurt, so Anna didn't let her step away. "I don't know why people think that song is cute. It's about a- well, not even a failed relationship. The relationship didn't even start. He just…" Whines about how it's not love, and isn't going to work, without even trying or enjoying what he has? Expects his partner to soothe his worries without being willing to put himself out there? "Well, whatever. It was nice to dance with you, even though I would have preferred a better song."

"I'm glad you had a somewhat good time," Elsa joked, and the flash sadness Anna had seen was already gone. "Hopefully he plays a slow song more to your tastes later."

"With his choices and the requests our fellow students have made so far, I doubt it." Hesitating for a beat, Anna added, "And if he doesn't, we can always dance to our own mix some time." The bright smile spread slowly across Elsa's face like a goddamn sunrise. Conversely, the blush on Anna's cheeks just appeared, like magic.

"I'd like that."

A sudden swarm of activity had them surrounded by a few more familiar faces. Apparently they'd been given enough more than enough time to dance on their own. Rapunzel grabbed Elsa and squealed impatiently. "Hey, cuteness! Wanna seduce our dates by grinding against each other suggestively?"

"Punzie, we're cousins!" Elsa protested, pink and dismayed.

"Jeez Els, it's not like I propositioned you for a foursome!" Anna nearly choked when Rapunzel pinned her with a beady, evaluating glance before returning her attention to Elsa. "Lighten up a little!"

"I wouldn't mind," Eugene piped up, throwing up his hands defensively when all three women pinned him with a glare. "What? I'm just saying."

"I don't think Elsa or Anna would appreciate you being there," Belle spoke up, her dance partner mysteriously absent after having been trailing after her all night. She didn't seem too beat up about it.

"I'm not sure Elsa would want Rapunzel there either," Tiana added, and Anna was suddenly aware of being circled by a group of rabid cheerleaders looking to dirty dance, group style. "Anna I'm not so sure about. Where's Adam?"

"Where is he indeed?" Belle replied airily, and then a new song came on, thick and pulsing, and the women and Eugene were arranging themselves and giggling. Elsa grabbed Anna before she could escape, holding on tight. She pulled Anna against her chest, and Anna could feel her shaking with laughter as Rapunzel docked herself behind Elsa, with Eugene behind her. Belle stood back to back with Anna, facing Tiana, and more people added to the train with other students on either side until it was basically a poorly formed mosh pit of writhing and shouting along to unintelligible lyrics.

The press of bodies on either side shoved them even closer together as they moved. Elsa's knee slipped between Anna's legs and the friction made her groan. Luckily no-one heard over the music, not even Elsa, who was grinning over her shoulder at Rapunzel and bobbing her hips to the beat. It felt hot and close and hard to breathe, and Anna knew her pupils were probably pinpricks at this point. She wondered if Elsa could feel the rhythm of her heart, since their chests were rubbing against each other deliciously. Under her blouse, Anna's nipples stiffened, and she gripped Elsa's waist and squeezed, the palms of her hands itching for more contact.

Elsa looked at her, and Anna could see a fire blazing in her eyes. Over her shoulder, Rapunzel seemed occupied with Eugene's tongue in her mouth, but the sight of that wasn't enough to douse Anna's arousal. She unbent her knees and pushed her face into Elsa's space, breathing heavy and shuddered. Elsa clasped her hands around Anna's back and tilted her head to bring their lips together, mapping out Anna's mouth with enthusiasm.

One song fed into another, the dancing swapping positions and gyrating with more and more enthusiasm. Anna felt the burn in her muscles from trying to keep up with the far more athletic group of dancers, but just as she was about to suggest they leave the dance floor, Meg spun her around and insinuated herself in front of Anna. She led Anna's hands to her hips and ground her rear back against Anna's front. Already inflamed by her dance with Elsa, Anna grasped onto Meg's hips and danced with abandon, catching Elsa's mischievous smile from the corner of her eye. Anna's jaw tightened almost painfully when she tried to keep it from dropping at the sight of Elsa and Belle doing a controlled, earthbound, but especially lewd rendition of the cheer they'd performed at the pep rally, making Anna's mouth dry out. Between Meg rubbing against her and Elsa and Bell coming close enough to kiss, Anna felt ready to pass out.

But maybe that was the heat of bodies so packed together. When the song ended she stumbled back, nearly falling but for Belle catching her and holding her up. "Thanks," Anna muttered, and Belle only smiled.

"You should probably go sit down," she advised, and Anna gave a curt nod.

"You okay, squirt?" Meg asked, trying not to look as concerned as she was. Anna nodded again, and Elsa came up to her and wrapped an arm around her waist to support her.

"I'm fine," Anna insisted, but leaned against Elsa anyway. Meg smirked and winked.

"I'm sure you are. I'm gonna go find the knuckleheads before they get into trouble. Let us know when you leave, okay? We can walk out together." With that she walked off, tossing a wave over her shoulder at the two of them. Elsa led Anna a bit off to the side, making sure her hold was sound.

"I can walk, you know." Sounding pathetically bashful and not exactly sure that was true, Anna locked her knees and breathed a sigh of relief when she didn't fall as Elsa let go.

"You walk yourself on over to the table and I'll get you a drink, okay?" The words were more of a command, despite the upward inflection of Elsa's voice.

"I don't really wanna chance drinking spiked punched, as vigilant as Oaken is."

"Belle always brings a few water bottles with her wherever she goes. I'll be right back, okay?" The reassuring smile that Elsa shot her tickled in Anna's lower belly. She grabbed Elsa's wrist before she could go find her friend and tugged her closer.

"Uh, how about one for the road? In case you get lost?"

A confused wrinkle of Elsa's nose preceded a merry twinkle in her eye when she realized what Anna was asking for. "Of course. Wouldn't wanna starve you of my kisses for longer than I need to." She leaned down and Anna's head swam pleasantly, feeling like her feet were floating off the floor.

Anna was smiling as she watched Elsa walk away. There was nothing else she could do, that last kiss still rebounding in her head as a culmination of sensations, lips brushing, tongue twisting and toes curling in her shoes, and Elsa's hands splaying across the small of her back. It was hard to think of everyone else in the had made a case for letting themselves be known in those small moments of coming together on the dance floor. Supposedly everyone else was too busy macking on each other to notice, or just didn't care, and that in and of itself was a wonder. In a different way than Elsa's hips were a wonder, the way they swayed and dipped as she walked. She probably knew Anna was watching her and that was a thrill that swooped down Anna's swallowing throat and into her churning stomach.

She made her way to one of the tables, one different from the spot they'd loitered at before. That seemed like a long time ago, too, that she'd been standing and waiting for a time to make a move or for Elsa to laugh and let her in on the joke, for someone to pull a chair out from underneath her and everyone and their mother to pop out and have a little fun at her expense. Now that she was alone again she realized that's what she'd been expecting. Elsa goddamn Winters had asked her to homecoming. Elsa goddamn Winters had invited her to watch a cheer practice. Elsa goddamn Winters had pulled her into a public bathroom for public fucking sex.

Anna had to sit down. She did so and pretended to retie the laces on her off-brand oxfords, and smooth out the hem of her skirt, and rebutton the second button of her borrowed suit jacket where Elsa goddamn Winters had played with it and popped it right out of its hole. Elsa had smiled at her, kissed her. Danced with her. Smiling, Anna looked up from her attempts at fixing up her appearance and gave a happy little sigh.

Hans smiled right back at her, from his seat across the table.