I believe we have a choice in this world, about how to tell sad stories. On the one hand, you can sugarcoat it. Nothing is too messed up that can't be fixed with a Demi Lovato or Idina Menzel song. I like that version as much as the next girl does. It's just not the truth. This is the truth.
-Anna. Hey, make some friends!
-Me: Whoa! Sorry.
-Him: My bad. I'm Hiccup Haddock the 3, I've been in college about a year and a half. What's your name?
-Me: Elsa.
-Hiccup: What's your full name?
-Me: Elsa Ice Winters. Why are you staring at me?
-Hiccup: Because you're beautiful.
-Hiccup: So, what's your story?
-Me: I was scanned when I was thirteen-
-Hiccup: No no no, your real story.
-Me: I am, quite unextraordinary.
-Hiccup: I reject that on the hand.
-Anna: You know Hiccup talks about you all the time.
Me: We're just friends.
Hiccup: I hope you realize you trying to keep your distance from me in no way lessens my affection for you.
Me: Hiccup I'm a grenade. And, one day, I'm going to blow up, and I'm going to obliterate everything in my wake, and I don't, want to hurt you.
Hiccup: You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world, but you do have a say in who hurts you.
Hiccup: I am in love with you, Elsa Winters. And I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, but I am in love with you.
Hiccup: All your efforts to keep me from you are gonna fail.
Both laughing.
Me: We are hotness!
Anna: Are you angry?
Me: So angry.
Hiccup: You need a break sometime.
Me: You gave me a forever within any number of days, but I can't tell you how they fly by for a little infinity.
Hiccup: It's a good life, Elsa Winters. Okay?
Me: Okay.
~Elsa Ice Winters,
The Fault in Our Hearts.
