N/a: Requested by Guest/Anon, forget exactly which anon request this from what site... my notes are plain, hope you recognize it I am too lazy to go through comments and DMs. This is just becoming a Bellzel one-shot book XD but if you guys keep asking, I will keep writing it unless it gets too boring. Prompt from incorrectfrozencast on Instagram. I have no idea what I am doing I hope someone enjoys this? /: Also feel free to send writing prompts for this as well, I find them fun.

The room was hot and sticky. Her makeup was now a thing of the past, her brow beaded in sweat in the stuffy recording room. This was not how Idina Menzel wanted to spend her birthday. This was not how any sane adult would want to spend their birthday when they had a plan at home to please their girlfriend, the one and only Kristen Bell.

Kristen was at home, taking care of their three kids. Idina had, theoretically, planned for her and the blonde to have a night off. Send the kids to Nanna's for the night, get them hyped up on sugar from her cake them whisk them away. Then when her lover away.

She had been planning this for months, deliberately making her own "plans" so that Kristen could not produce anything to spoil the evening. What better treat than treating those you love? Idina could not think of a better gift than her girlfriend's smile.

She could, but it still involved the smile. And a ring. One Idina had in her back pocket. Technically in her bag, you know what she meant.

"Has that asshole figured out what the hell he wants!" she yelled from the box. They had forgotten about her. She would be stuck here for God knows how long and maybe die. Yes, she would die here a few days after her birthday from dehydration and never get to ask Kristen to marry her. Shit.

She needed to get her nails off before she went home, or she would scratch Kirsten with her talon-like acrylic nails. They looked amazing when they matched her dress and clutch, but they were not practical. She could not do a thing with them other than be the dumb pretty face in the room.

"One more time," the voice came through the headphones. "Let's try that high F again."

Idina rolled her eyes. The song was about wanting. Not the type of wanting she was currently experiencing but it was not hard to get in the right headspace. She knew she hit the last note perfectly and hoped the guy on the other side did as well. If he had not, she would wring his neck. A birthday in jail was better than a birthday here.

It was rap. She dashed out the room, not bothering to say goodbyes or accepting birthday wishes. No one should wish any woman in her forties "happy birthday" unless they were in a relationship with her, and even then, they had to be very, very sexy.

When she got home, it was already later than she had wanted. Idina sighed. She had wanted to celebrate with the children before they when to grandma's house. They had done something in the morning, but she still wanted to do a cake with the little ones. They got so excited about it. They could do it tomorrow. She hoped they were not too disappointed.

But Idina needed to focus right now on getting Kristin out of the house without her suspecting or trying to pull anything. So far, it was going well. Heels off, quiet house, store the ugly coat, get a shower. Blow-dry, sex black dress, makeup. Then: find her girlfriend.

She walked around the apartment. She knew the blonde had heard her come in: Idina was not a quiet person. Although she had no confirmation Kristen was there.

"Kris?" she called, walking around the house. If someone jumped out of their couch and yelled "surprise" Idina was going to have a fit.

"Krist--" she said as she rounded another corner and froze in her tracks.

Kristen was decked out in full Elsa wear, doing her lips. What the actual hell?

"Hey Kristen," she said. "What are you doing?"

Kristen looked guilty; her eyes wide, slightly panicked. She knew she was in trouble. "Who's Kristen?" she asked, the panic instantly coming back to her face. Kristen knew she messed. She had her surprise for Idina. She had expected her to be late today, even later than she had been and started panicking when she heard the brunette step into the shower.

She knew Idina wanted something small, but come one, it was her birthday! And she was Idina Menzel. Kristen was not letting her have something small.

"You're Kristen," Idina snapped. "Now drop the act, and the costume, we're going to be late!" her lover flinched.

"Shit, I'm sorry," she said, stepping forwards. "Kris, I just have a nice evening planned and I would appreciate it if you just rolled with me on this one?"

"I'm not Kirsten," she said again, sticking to her guns.,

"I'm not playing this with you," Idina said. "I don't know what's going on, but you know Elsa costumes trigger my body dysmorphia and I'm sure this is something sweet you've been planning for a while, but I've got something I'll enjoy more and it's my birthday and I do not want to fight with you today, okay?" she asked.

Kristen nodded with a bit of a pout. "okay, Dee."

"And you're going to call everyone, tell them whatever... this... is, it is over, got it?" she said in a strong, but unaggressive tone. She reached out and hugged Kristen. It felt so good to hold her again.

"Sorry," the blonde mumbled; her cheeks burning. She had an evening planned. She wanted to make Idina forget all her made-up shortcomings since the brunette had said nothing about her birthday other than she had made them dinner plans. She loved Idina, but dinner was underwhelming. Especially considering how Idina would do anything from Kirsten's birthday. Last year she had done the world's best surprise party and Kristen did not have a clue.

"I just wanted to make it special," she replied. "because you're one of my favourite people in the world."

"It will be," Idina promised. She kissed the shorter woman's temple. "I'm sorry I got mad, I'm stressed, I know it's not an excuse."

"You weren't expecting it," Kristen said. "And you are right, I know you don't really like Elsa costumes. I promise my intentions were sweet.'

"I wouldn't believe you have a bad bone in your body if you intentionally ran over our dogs."

"Idina!" Kristen exclaimed, not liking the visual image.

Idina chuckled, a genuine smile growing on her face. "Go get changed," she told the blonde, "then I'm going to treat you to the best night ever."

"I'm okay with that," Kristen said. "I love you, Dee," she replied. "I just wished you loved yourself the way I love you."

"I don't get what you see in me, but you love me enough for both of us," Idina replied.

"No, Dee, that's not enough," Kristen replied. "You are the most amazing I've ever met. You are so funny. --"

"I'm a mess."

"You're not afraid to admit it," she replied. "You could easily do the effortlessly flawless and people would eat it up, but instead you put your foot down and say 'no, I'm a person and I'm flawed but I'm still amazing' and people love you for it. I love you for it. Dee, you scare me sometimes because you are Idina Menzel and I am just me, but you make me instantly comfortable. You are gorgeous, especially without makeup. I love all the lines on your face and how expressive you are. I love how your eyes change colour in different lighting and I love the way look in clothes and without."

Idina squeaked. "I... uh... Kris," she said, tears forming in her eyes. She picked the blonde up in a large bear hug.

"And I love your hugs," Kristen continued. "You're so strong and I feel physically safe in your arms. It's the most calming thing in the world," she continued. She knew exactly what she wanted to say. She had rehearsed the words, in a different setting and mood, but they applied nonetheless because they were true. "I want to be with you forever," she continued.

"Stop," Idina said.

Kirsten froze. Did her girlfriend know where this was going?"

"I wrote notes," Idina said to her surprise. "Don't you dare say another forcing thing this is my birthday," she informed the blonde.

Kristen looked at her in confusion and Idina fumbled around, quite adorably, with her bad.

"Notes!" she declared triumphantly when she found them, making the other giggle.

Idina motioned for them to it down on the couch and took the flimsy wig off. Then she kissed Kirsten, pulling her hair out of the easy bun and hairnet. "I love you," she said as she pulled back. Kristen almost fell over as she kept leaning in, hoping for more.

"You're a good kisser," Kristen mumbled, knowing she was not supposed to say anything else.

Idina silences her with a finger to her lips. Kirsten got a whiff of her hand-cream and smiled at the familiar smell.

Idina pulled her hand away and looked down at her notes, then back up at Kristen with a meek face that could only mean she was blushing beneath all the foundation.

"Kristen," Idina said, clearing her throat and looking the lover in the eyes. "Since we've met you've been trying to convince me that I am some sexy goddess from another world," she said with a giggle. "And sometimes, I think it's maybe working. You are a light in my life because you always see the positives and are strong enough to help when I see nothing but the negatives. While I do not believe opposites attract, I do believe we complement each other. Our pieces are similar, but the differences let us fit together perfectly."

The hair on Kristen's neck began to rise. She knew what Idina was doing. Either that or they were breaking up. Where are your positives thoughts now, Bell? She scolded herself internally.

"This isn't what I had planned," she admitted. "But I do love you," she continued. "I know you want me to love myself as much as you love me, but I love myself by loving you. Because when you are happy, I am ecstatic, even if I do not show it. I cannot see myself through your eyes, but I know I'm doing right when I see you and our kids," she continued. "You make me want to be a better person, and I hate myself less when I am around you because I feel like I am a better person. I am not a fraud when you are beside me. I am not faking anything or trying to pretend like I have got it all together because everything is all together when we are together.... And I've just together enough times for Walk's English teacher to fail me, but... what I am trying to say, is..." she trailed off, suddenly losing her nerve. Kristen must have guessed it by now. What would she say?

She had wanted the neutrality of the restaurant. The privacy of the private booth where they were intimately close and away from prying eyes, not their open concept living room with large windows that peered out into the backyard. No one was there, of course, but this was not what she had wanted.

Not to mention Kristen was still in that Elsa dress.

But if this was not symbolic of their relationship Idina did not know what was. And if did not know their relationship that well she did not deserve it. And she deserved this.

She got down on one knee, holding Kristen's hand in hers.

"I have it, somewhere," she muttered, trying to find it.

Kristen giggled through her tears. "Yes," she said.

"Shut up, I haven't asked you yet," Idina replied. "Aha!" she exclaimed when her free hand found the ring. She had just slipped it into her pocket and not bothered with the case.

She held it up, eyes sparkling. "Kristen Bell, will you do the honours of signing being Kristen Bell-Menzel?"

"YES!" the blonde exclaimed, tackling Idina to the ground, laughing and kisser her girl-- fiancée. "oh wait, the ring," she remembers. Idina was laughing beneath her.

"I still have, your goofball," she said, holding up an engagement ring.

"I have one for you too," Kristen replied. She had put it on a necklace.

Kristen undid the tie and slipped the ring off.

"Idina Menzel, will you marry me and be my chaotic self-deprecating wife till death do us part?"

"No," Idina said.

Kristen blinked.

"We're already engaged, dummy, and I'm sure as hell not letting death separate us. What you should say is 'Idina, sweet, the dearest dear of my life, my one and only, my goddess, my Venus, will you wear this ring to symbolize the promises I am making to you in marriage until such a time as we have a wedding?'"

"Idina, sweet, the dearest--"

Idina cut her off. "Just give me the ring."

"No," Kristen said as she repeated word for word what Idina had told her, then took the brunet's hand. "With this ring, I dub you my fiancée," she replied.

Idina smiled as she admitted the engagement ring, then remembered "I haven't given you yours yet!" she exclaimed. She took Kirsten's hand and slid the ring onto it. "You're mine now," she said unceremoniously.

"I've been yours since the day we med weirdo," Kristen said.

"And now the world will know it. If you like it, put a ring on it," she teased. "Now, I still have a very expensive restaurant reservation, and a new motivation to get seen by paparazzi."

"Paparazzi? Where's Idina and what have you done with her?"

"You stuck a ring on her and now she wants to show it off," Idina replied, beaming. This was much better than the nervous Michelin Star place she had planned. It was them, purely.

"I'm not going to complain about that," Kirsten said. "Someone just stuck one on me too and I want everyone to see it."

"First, you have to get changed?"

"Aww," the blonde pouted, "even the ring can't make you ravish me in an Elsa dress?"

"Do you want to be ravished in an Elsa dress? That might make us late--"

Kirsten cut her off by kissing her, pressing her against the wall with surprising strength.

"I don't know why you care so much about this ridiculous restaurant when you have me," Kristen said as she slipped her tongue into Idina's mouth, coaxing out deep moans. "I'm a master chef. A connoisseur of Idina Menzel," she continued. "And if you're hungry you can lick whipped cream and chocolate off my bare skin."

Idina groaned at the mental image is created. She closed her eyes as Kirsten started kissing her neck.

"I don't want you starving, now," Kristen said with a chuckle. "We can be late to the reservation," she said as she maneuvered the taller woman to the couch. "Besides, I don't think you thought far enough ahead to book an engagement venue."