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It’s funny how some distance makes everything seem small And the fears that once controlled me can’t get to me at all
ZEPH I HATE YOU I’M GONNA FIND YOU AND KICK YOUR FRENCH ASS
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No sisters just casually link arms like that, shit is canon man.
And we deserve to experience love fully, equally, without shame and without compromise. (x)
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Somehow it is rather depressing that while in fiction I spout out pick-up lines smooth as cream, the instant I attempt to woo the object of my affection in reality I am reduced to a bumbling mess of nerves, sarcasm and barbed insults. Such is the life of a emotionally-stunted hermit. Thanks for the support mates. Cheers.
"You’re staring again."
Anna started, shifting her gaze quickly as Elsa laughed. It was getting harder and harder with each passing day to control her desire. Luckily, the feeling had yet to manifest into anything suspicious. So far, the most suspicious thing Anna had done was to sit by an open window for the entirety of Elsa’a archery lessons and sigh dreamily over her sister’s form. She couldn’t imagine anything more perfect than the sight of the elder girl dressed in loose breeches and shirt, the folds of the cloth flowing over her taut muscles as she pulled upon the bowstring. Ever the perfectionist, Elsa would practice every chance she got, even in the dead of night when she couldn’t sleep. Anna knew only because she’d painstakingly painted from memory a portrait of the queen in the practice courts, dressed in breeches and cotton shirt with one eye squinted shut as she aimed her arrow at the target. The princess had never seen an elf, but she could have sworn in that instant Elsa was one, the full moon bathing her in a shower of silver light.
"I love you…"
Caught in her fantasies, the words slipped from Anna’s lips before her brain could register what she had said. Cold fear gripped her shoulders as Elsa looked up from her meal to fix her sister in a blue-eyed gaze. Luckily, as Anna’s eyes had still been fixed upon her dessert as she spoke, Elsa just chuckled.
"I’ll be sure to try some of that cake later then if it’s good enough to warrant such a public declaration of love."
"Oh, yeah. I-It’s good."
Ducking her head, Anna busied herself with her meal, cursing the rising heat on her face. Blushing did not suit her; she came out in patches of red and freckled white, looking like some odd diseased tomato. It was simply unfair. The one time she’d seen Elsa blush, it had been rosy dawn rising upon a field of snow. Not that she minded the sight, but her sister’s ability to be so enviously perfect all the time did manage to get on one’s nerves at times. A sigh escaped her lips at the thought.
The concern in her sister’s voice drew her attention upwards to Elsa’s face. Elsa brushed back the one strand of hair that just never seemed to obey her orders, a habit that Anna recognized as Elsa’s nervous fidget. Oh gods, you’re such a creepy stalker…
"Are you alright Anna?" Elsa hesitated, unsure of how to word the sentence in a diplomatic fashion so as not to offend. "You seem…out of sorts lately. Is there something wrong?"
Oh yes Elsa, there is something wrong. See, I’m madly in love with you but you’re a dense little chunk of beautiful icy stupidity and probably wouldn’t get that I’m in love with you even if I made out with you and sang love ballads day and night at your window.
Anna smiled, albeit rather forcefully.
"No, no," she said, keeping her tone light and cheerful. "Nothing’s wrong at all."
Elsa’s shoulders drooped ever so slightly. “Oh,” she muttered. Silence fell.
You are an idiot Anna. Say something. Anything. Just break this stupid awkward silence.
"I like pie," Anna blurted out. "Do you like pie?"
Yes Anna, very good very good. You don’t sound crazy and stupid at all.
Elsa stared at her, utterly nonplussed by the random outburst.
"I like pie too?" she replied cautiously. Tossing manners to the wind, Elsa peered closely at Anna. "Anna, are you sure you’re alright?"
Frantic to divert Elsa’s attention from her, Anna laughed, a high-pitched nervous cackle that made Elsa shrink ever so slightly away from her sister.
"…I’m going to take that as a no…"
Sweet gods above please just make me shut up before she thinks I’m completely crazy.
"So, Elsa, got any problems lately?"
Elsa blinked. Anna grinned back, smile too wide, eyes too frantic.
"You know," she said. "You don’t have to keep taking meals with me if it makes you uncomfortable."
"What? No. It’s not that, just…" The younger girl twiddled with her braid, wondering if what she was about to say was the smart thing to do. Well, in for copper, in for gold I guess…
"I..um..I’m having love troubles."
Her sister’s eyebrows lifted dangerously high.
"Love troubles," repeated Elsa slowly. "Alright. Do you want to talk about it?"
"Well..um…there’s this person. And I like them. And I’m really close with them. Like, really really really close."
Elsa nodded slowly, doing her best not to look too confused. It felt like Anna was trying to tell her something but the elder girl was just not understanding. Anna continued, staring at Elsa even harder, emphasizing each word with exaggerated clarity.
"And I really like them. I love this person."
Elsa was completely lost by this point. What was Anna trying to tell her? Did her sister want her blessing for this relationship?
"And the person is really really really thick. I don’t think they’d realize my feelings even if I made out with them."
Elsa nodded sympathetically. “Really Anna,” she said. “I don’t think anyone’s that dense. Just sit them down and try talking to them. I’m sure that they’ll understand just fine.” She gave her sister and encouraging smile. Anna stared back, looking even more frustrated.
"Yes," she said through gritted teeth. "They are that dense. I really love them but they just aren’t getting it. And I’m too scared to tell them because I don’t want things to get awkward if they end up not feeling the same way about me. Because things just started to get better between me and that person. If they suddenly pulled away again, I don’t know what I’d do."
Her voice had risen unconsciously, fueled by frustration and panic. Anna quickly dropped her gaze, unable to meet Elsa’s eyes for any longer.
"I just…I just want to be able to tell them that I love them. Romantically. And I don’t want things to get awkward between the two of us if she doesn’t return my feelings."
Caught up in her feelings and world, Anna didn’t realize the sudden slip she had made in her narration.
"Well," said Elsa softly. "Just based on my own knowledge, there’s someone who loves you very very much in a romantic way and if I weren’t so shy, I’d tell you who it was."
She stood and placing her cutlery neatly down upon her finished plates. Looking towards Anna who was still staring at her plate, Elsa smiled.
"Good luck with your unrequited love Anna."
Sitting in her chair moping, Anna waved a hand listlessly before the insinuation behind her sister’s words struck her.
"Wait, Elsa, what-"
The closing of a door was her only reply.
Anna mentally traces the new constellations of freckles on Elsa’s face. To her, they’re like stars. She has a favorite constellation. One evening, Elsa dozes off while reading, and after working up the nerve, Anna reaches out and traces that constellation with her fingertips.
oH FUCKING WOW MY HEART
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