Description: A snippet of an Elsanna Christmas (no incest in my imagination, though their relation doesn't come up in the one shot that follows).
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She'll do it! She'll do it!
All I have to do is follow the plan and I know she'll do it.
Are you ready for this, Anna?
I was born ready!
I said, Are you ready, Anna?
MISTLETOTALLY!
Okay…breathe…breathe…shhhhh…don't want to freak her out.
Okay…okay.
I knock. Shave and a haircut, of course.
"Who is it?" I hear Elsa's terse response. It's no wonder. Poor thing has been working so many late nights and early mornings lately with it being the end of the year.
"It's me," I call. "Do you wanna—"
"I love you, Anna, but I don't have time to build a snowman right now," she calls back before I finish.
I huff, the air blowing my bangs up, and I cross my arms. "I wasn't going to ask that!" Not to mention, with your powers it would take you all of 1.24 seconds to build a snowman, ya greedy—
"Oh…" I hear her softly respond. "Well what is it, Anna?"
"Elsa," I begin, "this is silly. May I come in?"
"Very well," she concedes.
I hide my prize behind my back when I enter her office—well, more like her archive. Books surround us on the walls from floor to high ceiling, volumes and volumes of a wealth of knowledge that I have no doubt Elsa has consumed tirelessly. Where there aren't books, there are maps, charts, architectural designs, and Elsa's own writings. I should ask her if I can read some of those sometime.
"What is it, Anna?" Elsa asks once more when I'm standing next to her at her desk.
My eyes return to her and I smile warmly. I can't help it. She just makes me do that.
"I uhhhh…I…" I stammer, rubbing the back of my neck nervously. All that work to get into her office and now I'm just standing here while she furrows her brows and looks at me like I'm a loon.
Ugghhh, just do it, Anna! I psych myself up again.
I shut my eyes as tight as I can, hold my breath, and bring up the mistletoe in my hand to hover over our heads all in one instant.
The seconds tick by and I begin to inwardly panic. What does this mean? Is she offended? Annoyed? Did she pass out suddenly and need my help, but I don't have a clue because I'm a dork and a coward that can't face her right now?
All is answered when I feel a chill on my lips before hers are on mine. It's soft. I would say timid, but there's a confidence and surety to her movements.
I'm frozen until I realize what's happening.
Elsa is kissssssiiiinnnng meeee!
I've been waiting for what feels like forever for this to happen.
I can't help smile as I kiss her back, well, more like grin.
I feel her smile too as she delicately places two fingers on my jawline, urging me forward ever so gently, and I acquiesce to the silent request. Before I know it, I'm in her lap and my hands are reaching around her neck to caress her there. Gods, she tastes better than even the most delicious chocolate I've ever had. Nothing could compare.
Eventually she parts us and I find myself out of breath. We rest our foreheads together and both smirk when we hear the other panting.
"Chm," Elsa clears her throat softly. "That was…"
I wait.
"Unexpected."
Oh. "Oh," I say aloud.
She lets out a short breath of a chuckle as she lifts her head. "In a good way," she assures me.
"A good way?"
"Yes," Elsa begins, then touches her lips. They curl up at a corner, and I can't help grin in sympathy as she continues, "A very, very good way."
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A/N: Stupid Starbucks and their stupid advertising involving "mistletotally" that made me think of this XD
Let me know what you all think ^^