A/N: Um...hi..? I'm new to the Frozen fandom, and I totally wanted to write an Elsanna fic ever since I watched Frozen. It's just amazing, you know? It's like, the whole wide world is Frozen! Get it? Ok, that's a terrible pun. Sorry... because I just cannot get how they speak and do stuff right. I wish I'd owned Frozen...but sadly, no... This may or may not be incest...so..don't read this...I mean, to those that don't like that... Er- I'll just continue. Modern A/U, and it may be out of character... I dunno if this plot has been taken...so..sorry..? Tell me if I should continue...?
Horror marred Elsa's features, and she tried desperately to maintain an impassive face as she stared at the picture in her hands. The temperature in the room seemed to drop, and she, with much difficulty, casted her eyes to the redheaded man with sideburns in front of her.
He was asking a question. "...So...can you do it?"
"Sure." A storm was swirling inside of her, and she wondered why the man would want her to do this to such an innocent girl...
"Oh- Um...I'm so sorry!" Elsa said, cheeks glowing red as she brought herself to look at the person she had bumped into.
"No, no- It's all my fault, I'm really clumsy, and I like to bang into people- I mean, I don't like to bang into people, but it's just... I'm really clumsy." The stranger couldn't help but admire how beautiful the pale blonde was. The loose braid slung onto her shoulder and those glossy pink lips- Okay, so that wasn't normal.
The embarrassed look on Elsa's face slightly changed into amusement at the redhead's rambling. She helped the redhead up and as the stranger smoothened out the creases in her dress, Elsa rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. "Well.. It can't be your fault... I wasn't looking where I was going..." Elsa trailed off, feeling the blood rush to her ears and face.
The redhead gave a nervous laugh and said,"It's alright! Well, I have to go meet my friend at the cinemas- Okay...I'm telling a stranger about what I'm about to do... Bye?"
"Bye..." It had come out as a squeak. Elsa wanted to just sink into the ground right there and then.
Hans left the alley they had decided to meet at and left Elsa there, her heart sinking. Waiting a few moments for Hans to leave, she stuffed the picture into the pocket of her jeans. What had she gotten herself into? Sighing, she decided to go back to her apartment.
The day went on, and Elsa flickered through the channels of her television. Once sticking to some reality tv show, she gently put the remote onto the blue table in front of her couch. She couldn't help but let her mind drift off somewhere else...
"And we meet again," the stranger said, grinning, as they both held onto a blue dress.
"Hi," Elsa breathed, her grip on the end of the dress loosening slightly.
"So how've you been?"
To say Elsa was surprised was an understatement. THis redheaded stranger was asking her how she'd been? "M-me?" Elsa stuttered out.
The redhead giggled at the pale blonde's stuttering. "Of course, silly." And that made Elsa's face flush red.
"Oh. No-nothing much..." Elsa tried to calm her racing heart. What's wrong with you, Elsa? Act normal!
The grin was wiped off the redhead's face. "Did that make you uncomfortable? Of course it did- I mean- People don't ask strangers how they've been... I'm so, so, soooo sorry, I should've-"
A small, amused smirk marred Elsa's features and she interrupted the redhead's rambling. "No, it's alright.."
The redhead gave a tiny smile, feeling slightly idiotic. "So... Do you want this dress?"
"You can have it..." A slight frown tugged at Elsa's lips as she let go of the dress.
Seeing the blonde's frown, the redhead quickly said,"You can have it if you want, though!" The grin came back as she shoved the dress into Elsa's hands.
"No, you can have it..." Elsa shoved it back into the redhead's hands. THe redhead shoved it back to the blonde. They continued doing that until Elsa gave up, puffing out a breath of air that sent a stray strand of hair flying in front of her face. "Okay, you win..."
The redhead gave a triumphant smirk. Just when Elsa was going to go off with the dress, the stranger grabbed it and sent a wink towards Elsa, making her heart flutter. "Mine now," the redhead whispered into Elsa's ear as she walked past.
Elsa could not fathom why anyone would want that to happen to that redheaded girl... She was so sweet, and beautiful...and adorable. Elsa put her head into her hands, groaning. That girl really does not deserve this..., she thought.
Later that night on the same day, Anna was waving goodbye to her best friend, Kristoff. He had dropped her off at her parent's house, and she had a contented smile on her face as she watched the white car speeding off into the night. She was heading towards the door when she heard a whooshing sound past her ear. An arrow stuck into the wooden door, just a few centimetres away from her head.
Anna widened her eyes, and spun around to look for the person that had shot the arrow. She squinted into the darkness, the street lamps the only sources of light. A shadow appeared here and there, but maybe she was seeing things. But the arrow was certainly not a figment of her imagination. "Wh-who's out there?" she cried out, feeling as if her heart was in her throat.
Another arrow came spiralling through the darkness and missed her by two centimetres. Feeling terrified, Anna grasped at the doorknob and yanked the door open. She ran in as quickly as she could and slammed the door close, leaning against the wooden piece of wood. Her breathing had quickened, and almost crazily, she looked out the window.
Nothing. Maybe she was getting paranoid. Calming down, she trudged up the stairs, turning around at every slight creak and shadow, only to find out that it was just her shadow and the creak of the stairs. In her bedroom, she plopped down on her bed and lay down, too terrified to even change into her night clothing.
The next day, Elsa was in her kitchen, rummaging through her fridge for something she could eat. After a hasty breakfast, she tidied up her hair by patting it here and there so as to make her look less frenzied. She walked towards the door. In her hasty pace, she accidentally banged into a dresser, causing the drawers to open slightly. Catching sight of the bow and arrow, guilt enveloped her. Shaking her head, she closed the drawer with a slam and walked out the door, trying to forget what she had done yesterday night.
A/N: Is this a stupid plot...? Ridiculous...? Should I continue? It's really short, and I don't know if this plot makes sense to you...anyway, all mistakes are mine, and constructive criticism is welcome. This is my first Frozen fic...so I won't get their characters right...