Notes:
A series of drabbles about the trials and tribulations of growing up.
There's no particular order or through narrative to these; I won't be updating on a regular basis, but just kind of as and when I'm inspired. Any suggestions or anything, let me know!
BFM x
Anna, 14
Elsa, 17
Anna hurried down the corridor, hands covered in blood.
The mortal dye stained her face, ran over her fingers in rivulets, spotted the front of her dress.
"Nonononono –"
It looked like some grizzly murder scene – but the Princess of Arendelle was just having another nosebleed.
She looked desperately around for something to stem the flow, but everything she could see was either an antique, an heirloom, or silk.
She'd just been sitting in the library, reading, when the first traitorous drop on her dress had alerted her to the situation. There had been nothing there except armrest covers, and the maid had shrieked as she'd gone for one of them – so here she was, head tipped back, trying desperately not to bleed everywhere in search of a handkerchief. Or two.
Rounding a corner, her head was tipped so far back that she didn't see her sister until they collided.
Elsa reeled backwards at the touch, as though afraid of catching something – then she saw the blood and her eyes widened and her voice shot up hysterically.
"Oh Christ, Anna! Anna!"
"Nononono, nosebleed, nosebleed!" Anna desperately waved the hand about that wasn't clamped over her nostrils. "Don't worry!"
Hearing this, Elsa visibly relaxed for a second. Then she tensed up again.
There was an awkward pause.
"Um. I'm looking for a handkerchief."
"Oh," Elsa's eyes widened, but her rigid stance did not slacken. "Of course. Sorry. Hang on."
The tall, pale sister who seemed almost like a ghost to Anna quickly turned and walked to the outside apex of the corridor's sharp corner. She seemed to be busying herself at the little table there – Anna couldn't help but glance about – it was bizarre – more than bizarre, amazing – to just bump into her sister like this, in the halls of the castle – she wanted to stand – talk – but there was the very pressing issue of the steady drip drip from her nose onto one of her favourite dresses that had to be dealt with.
"Here," Elsa had quickly turned around to face her again, and was holding out two handkerchiefs: one neatly folded and the other wrapped around some kind of cube.
Anna grabbed them and gratefully wadded up the first handkerchief under her nose. The other was cold to the touch, and as Anna saw water bleeding through the fabric, she realised it was wrapped around an ice cube. She gratefully applied it to the bridge of her nose.
Muffled through the fabric: "Where did you get – well, thank you, Elsa, God, I – "
But her sister had already started to walk away down the corridor.
"Hey! Elsa! Wait!"
This absent sister did not turn.
Anna was faintly annoyed, but with both hands clutching handkerchiefs to her face, she was in no position to show this.
"Well… thanks. I guess."
As Anna watched the retreating figure of her sister, ice already stemming the flow of blood, she was confused.