Her face still felt hot, and truth be told, she wasn't sure what was most the cause. Perhaps it was a remnant of the dancing she had been doing earlier or a side effect of her most recent decision. She hadn't wanted to give Anna away like that, to let Kristoff take her away, but she did what she felt was right.

She isn't mine to hold onto…

It was a desperate desire of her's to maintain the status quo.

And what if she doesn't like you? No need to rock the boat with your… jealousy…

It wasn't like she had given her off to a stranger; it was Kristoff. He was both of their friends, just like she was a friend to them as well.

A friend…

The blonde rubbed her forehead, as her brain worked rapidly to rationalize the choice she had made. It felt so stupid to be fighting off such covetous thoughts; thoughts that she had no reason to feel.

The pair had only known each other for almost a month! And, as good of friends as the girls had become, it was still just a month. Kristoff had know her just as long, and outside of living together they all hung out pretty much as a group.

It makes sense. Just keep concealing, it's better than losing your only friends down here.

The tone she heard in her mind was absolute. Yes, it was tough, pulling herself back into the closet that she was long used to being out of. Sure not to many people had known back home, but the people she really cared about did, and it was part of what made going being home so comforting. But here, always keeping careful track of where her eyes may fall to, making sure she seemed like everyone else, it was all surprisingly taxing.

It might not have felt like a fair choice, but remaining Anna's friend was better than nothing. If only…

"Did you already get your lessons out of my sister?" It was Hans; he must have finally escaped the group that he had lead in. Elsa remembered hearing that the cheer team was going to be showing up tonight, so that most likely explained where he had been.

Elsa stopped massaging her temple and glanced over, not saying anything as her eyes met Hans'.

"No? I just assumed since I saw her out there with Kristoff…"

Her mouth opened, as she forced a less-caring look onto her face, "Yeah, I told them to go ahead. I needed a break after the show."

"Ah, well I should have assumed so. Y'all managed to get much closer than we did." He made a motion as if the group was right behind him.

"Anna knew how to get up there, I just followed," she laughed weakly.

"I don't know how she does it," His eyes rolled over the blonde. She seemed bored or sad, or something he couldn't quite make out. But he did one thing: she still looked beautiful. Her hair gleamed even in the steep darkness of the dance hall, as if it was absorbing all of the lighting into its radiance.

"You know, I may not be as good a teacher as Anna, but if you'd like to, I would quite enjoy showing you some steps." He was looking straight into her eyes as his words trailed off; it was very different than how his sister would have asked.

She thought for a moment, head still spinning a little. She did still want to learn, and just because she had let Anna go and forget about her, it didn't mean she had to give up on a good time.

"Sure. But your going to have to go slow. I'm barely even used to wearing these boots."

As she stood up, a smirk showed on his face. He walked forward of her until they were on the edge of the dance floor, which was now filled with pairs dancing together in a larger circular pattern.

He put his right hand on her should and used the left to point down to his feet. "Watch how my feet move."

She made careful note of the pattern and way his boots slid across the floor.

"This is just the Texas two-step. I think it's the easiest dance we've got, and it doesn't have to be very fast paced. Unless you want it to be."

"Okay… I, I think I've got it," Elsa said. In her head she was counting out, trying to keep rhythm as she practiced to herself.

"You know it'll be easier if you listen to the music," His smirk had still not disappeared. "Let's try it out."

She took one of his hands and felt the other find its way onto the left midsection of her waist. He moved first stepping backwards, hoping to make it easier for the blonde if she only had to worry about moving forward.

Slowly but surely, they sync'd up. Finally they were moving in harmony around the floor. Elsa was actually surprised at how quickly she had gotten the hang of if it. At the end of the first song, Hans even showed her how to spin properly; a move she easily performed, despite her inexperience.

After another two songs, the pair had gotten much bolder in their moves. Not quite the to the level of some of the slightly older pairings Elsa had spotted flipping and dipping across the floor, but more to the point of alternating who was forward or backward and doing some light spinning whenever the mood hit.

The music, though still foreign to her, was still soothing. She felt better having gotten off of her rump, and Hans was still her friend to. Anna and Kristoff were the only ones she could hang out with.

Although she was curious when she hadn't spotted them on the floor dancing.

After another few songs of gliding and spinning, the lights in the establishment began to turn up. "Oh, it looks like it's closing time already," Hans said in a slightly downcast tone. "The rest of 'em should be headed out to the truck, so we can just head straight there."

Once outside, Hans pulled out his cell phone and scanned over the screen. They had managed to beat the rest of the crew outside, and now waited impatiently by the Jolly Roger. Elsa could see her former dance partner's eyes reading some sort of text before darting upwards.

"So, there's gonna be an after show party out at Keller's Ranch. You wanna go?"