Anna rounded the gorgeous wedding dress sitting on the mannequin. This particle dress belonged to someone who managed to steal her heart piece by piece like the way she sewn the fabric. A custom fit made for only for one person to own. She felt especially connected to the dress for unlike any other person she worked with Elsa made her feel right home, and for once after so many years Anna enjoyed her job.
Most of the time she spent with clients they made it all about them which Anna had grown accustom to. Complaining how the dress is too short, or tight, or made them too fat, and some days Anna wanted to vent about her problems also. That's what she like about Elsa, she made her feel special. It was never about her in the least. She would ask Anna about her day, their conversations were deep making the time fly by, she would giggle at Anna's puns, or jokes, and make her nerves fade away about needing to make the dress perfect.
Running her fingers' along the soft light weight fabric she could only imagine how it would feel upon Elsa. She moved her hands down roaming over every curve. The seamstress had memorized every last detail of both the way the wedding dress fitted and the woman who would dawn it upon her special day. Just like the intricate stitching, she knew every secret spilled forth from her client in confidence.
Since finishing the dress Anna couldn't help, but imagine Elsa wearing it only for her. In fact, she felt a twinge of jealousy whenever her fiance was mentioned. She hardly knew the man her opinions on him came from all the worries and fears Elsa expressed. Her hand dropped from the dress knowing after her wedding tomorrow Anna would probably never see the wonderful blonde again. She never saw any of the clients again. Stiffing the emotions scratching at her throat Anna fought off the urge to cry.
The ringing of the bell above her door caught her off guard. Pulling away she turned spotting Elsa under the arch. She noticed red rings under frosty blue orbs from possible hours of weeping. The way Elsa wrung her hands informed Anna she was nervous. Though upon spotting the young seamstress all that seem to fade away and a little smile graced her lips. "Oh, Anna I'm sorry to intrude, but I have no where to go."
"No, it's fine," she waved off. "I was just finishing a few details." Striding over Anna asked, "Is everything okay?"
"Yes," she lied, but it crumbled under her. Shaking her she cried, "No. Everything is not okay. I don't think I can do this. Marrying Hans feels like a mistake."
Anna tried to hold back her own emotions since she had fallen in love with the woman over these past weeks they had spent together. She wanted nothing more than admitting those hidden feelings the job came first. "No, reason to get hysterical. Hans still loves you, you're just nervous, and probably stressed."
Elsa glanced up meeting a reassuring gaze. She wanted to believe Anna, but she couldn't. Over course of their engagement she never found a decent quality about Hans. Every emotion he displayed for her seemed forced, and it always seemed like everything he did had some soft of ulterior motive. "I guess you're right."
Grasping those cold hands Anna offered a smile, "Hey, I know what might cheer you up! How would you like to try your dress on now that it's officially finished?"
Nibbling on her bottom lips Elsa was unsure, "I don't want to rip it or get it dirty."
"Elsa Arendelle," the redhead scolded. "You have been trying this on for a couple weeks now, and being the epitome of graceful this entire time. I doubt trying it out one more time before tomorrow will do any harm."
Surrendering Elsa nodded, "Alright, fine, since tomorrow will be our last day together." Hearing herself say that made Elsa's heart ache. She loved being around Anna, and found her chaotic thoughts eased. Her heart would skip a beat whenever Anna held her hand, gave her a compliment, or gently ran her fingers through her blonde hair. Anna made her feel loved unlike anyone she ever met, and if she wasn't forced into her marriage with Hans she would much walk down the aisle with the seamstress. "Can you help me?" she requested, toying the ends of her braid.
"Yeah," Anna replied, grabbing the dress Elsa went in the dressing room. Stripping down to her undergarments Elsa felt uneasy for a moment. She's done this several time before, but this time seemed different. More intimate, she trusted Anna, but lately her thoughts towards the seamstress have turned from playfully and platonic to dark, and sensual. Anna came in cradling the dress in her arms. She paused feeling her face heat up. This no different from before. She's just another client. One you've spent more time with than any other. Unconvinced Anna still stepped forward helping Elsa slip the dress over her head. Reaching to zip it up her fingers grazed Elsa's bare skin. Both woman blushed brightly from the contact. "You can turn around now."
Elsa turned facing the seamstress and Anna's breath caught in her throat. Anna had seen the moment plenty of time, but for some reason this felt different. In the tiny space their unresolved and withheld sexual tension weighed heavy in the area. Staring at those lush perfect lips Anna took the chance pressing There lips touch it felt as it electricity sparked between them. The moment was all too breve for them. Anna dropped her gaze to the floor figuring Elsa would be angry at her.
Reaching out a hesitant hand Elsa placed it under the woman's chin titling her head gaining a view of vibrant teal orbs that remind her of a calm ocean. Leaning in she pressed her lips to Anna returning her feeling letting her know they're accepted. Resting their forehead against one another they knew there was no turning back. Everything was now out in the open the feelings the pair had been harboring for a few weeks now taunted them begging for further exploration. Anna knew Elsa could choose to leave at the moment ashamed she broke Hans trust committing an act of infidelity pretty much cheating on him. Yet, never having done the deed with him and they weren't married Elsa wasn't betraying him in reality. Throwing caution to the wind in a hushed whisper Elsa asked, "I can stay the night?"
"Y-yeah, I live upstairs. The apartment is a snug."
After closing up the shop for the night, and making sure Elsa's dress sat pristine on the mannequin. She grabbed Elsa's hand leading her upstairs to her sharing kisses in-between floors.
The next day the pair were alone once more the events that transpired last night sat on the tip of their tongues, but neither spoke of it. Finishing her job Anna rose to her feet taking in the sight Elsa in the dress for the last time. Her throat clenched with a mixture of joy, and sadness. Taking the veil Elsa put it on flipping it over her face to hide sorrow. The supposed happiest day of life and all she wanted to do was run and hide. A voice called from the door, "Ten more minuets Ms. Arendelle."
Ten more minuets, she gulped. This would be her only chance to tell Anna the truth, or live in world full of regret. Lifting the veil she took a deep breath, but a searing kiss stopped her. "Elsa, I can't hide it any longer. I love you. I know I'm a lowly seamstress who can't promise you much, but I can give you all I am and the love you deserve."
"Anna," Elsa choked on her words. They were similar to what she desire to say, but the spunky redhead beat her to the punch. "I love you too, but what am I suppose to do. Everyone out there is expecting me to marry Hans."
Grabbing her hands Anna smiled suggesting, "Then runaway with me."
"Runaway," Elsa repeated enjoying how the word sounded to her.
"Of course the choice is yours. I'll give you some time to think." Anna headed for the door leaning against the frame she turned back, "I'll be in the car if you need me, but whatever you decide make sure it's for yourself. For your happiness means nothing if your heart isn't in it."
Once the door clicked shut Elsa could hear the wedding march begin to play. Biting her lower lip she had a choice to make. Runaway with Anna someone who loves her, or marry Hans and be miserable. Catching her refection in the mirror Elsa made her choice.
The Wedding March stopped, and new tune took its place all the guest stood glancing towards the door for the bride to make her grand entrance. The doors opened and a collective gasp echoed through the church. A few people who stood by the doors looked into the hall unable to see the bride. Someone came from around the corner out of breath he said, "She's gone."
A/N: Not exactly them getting married, but I thought the idea of them running away together would be cute. I'm a bit late, might seem rushed, and I'm not really good with endings. Just use your imaginations.