Title: Devotion
Chapter Title: Dinner with Grandma- Part 1
Pairing: Elsanna
Rated: T
Notes: I am not in the slightest impressed with the ending (Or most of the chapter to be honest) but I had no idea how else to end it and I wanted the actual dinner to be a separate chapter. I tried a crack at a little humour though I'm not sure I actually did very well xDD.
A little look into Elsa's past struggles which will be further explored next chapter. Also, no Olaf. Sorry about that but he'll be in lots of focus next chapter as well to make up for it. Anyway, I'm open to constructive criticism and I hope you all enjoyed part one of chapter three.
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Elsa awoke a few mornings later to the sound of her cellphone buzzing loudly on her night stand.
She yawned loudly as she pushed herself up into a sitting position. Rubbing at her eyes with a grumpy huff of breath, she glared at the contraption like it had personally insulted her. It buzzed away completely undisturbed by the evil look. Just as Elsa reached over to grab it, the phone stopped ringing and the tiny screen flashed mockingly. She rolled her eyes at the spiteful machine and turned it on, noting with annoyance that it was only seven.
One missed call.
She turned to look at the empty side of the bed, the sheets long since cooled with the departure of her red-headed companion. Anna's schedule as a baker meant that Anna was at the bakery by six in the morning getting everything prepared for the day and was done and home by two in the afternoon. During those eight hours away she would sometimes send Elsa random text messages if the bakery was dead however it was incredibly rare for the younger woman to call unless it was an emergency.
'It's probably work.' Elsa thought, though that made Elsa frown deeply. She had the next two days off and she had planned to relax for once and enjoy the time with her son. She was going to be bullied into being called in at all, let alone so early in the day.
Expecting to have a firm talking to with her boss about at least respecting their employee's sleeping habits, especially with how merciful Olaf was being this particular morning, Elsa found herself tensing as she looked as she got a look at the number. It was like someone had dumped an entire bucket of ice water down her back. Her entire body tingled unpleasantly.
The phone buzzed in her palm. A quick glance confirmed that it was the same number. She didn't even register that she had answered the phone until her shaking hand pressed it to her ear. "Grandma, hello. I wasn't expecting a call from you." Thank goodness her voice was steady at least.
"Hello Elsa." A high, curt voice sounded from the other end of the line. Elsa inwardly shivered. Her grandmother, Vivianne, wasn't a particularly religious woman but she had the incredibly narrow mindset of life as it was in the fifties and was well known for her fierce temper and overall harsh attitude towards pretty much anything that went outside of it. So when Elsa, her perfect grandchild, had fallen pregnant out of wedlock and failed to take a husband before Olaf was born; she had made it quite clear that Elsa had thus fallen out of her favour and contact was pretty much cut. The fact that her grandmother was calling her now made Elsa nervous.
"How are you Grandma? Is everything alright?"
"I'm fine thank you." Vivianne responded roughly. "I'm just calling to tell you that I am in the area and that I was going to stop by for supper. I have something I'd like to discuss with you."
Elsa's face went pale and she looked around the rather untidy bedroom; her mind going into overdrive as she tried to imagine the state of the rest of the house. Another thing her grandmother loathed was a dirty house. "I-Is that so?" Elsa asked softly. "And what time were you thinking of stopping by?" She knew she should be angry that her grandmother had basically invited herself over after ignoring her for over ten months. She knew that she should have told her no. However, if there was one thing Elsa couldn't do it was shut out a family member like that.
"Seven o'clock sharp. That should give your husband, which I do hope you have one by now, plenty of time to get home from work and give you a chance to whip up something." The disdain in the old woman's voice was obvious and it made Elsa frown deeply. "I have to go now. I will see you at seven." Without waiting for her granddaughter to answer, she hung up. Leaving Elsa to listen dully to the dial tone for a moment before hanging up herself and gently placing the phone back on the night stand.
A shrill cry broke out from the baby monitor, Olaf was up and from the sounds of it he was in a crabby mood. Elsa moaned and buried her face into her hands.
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By the time Anna got home at two thirty, Elsa had already went into a cleaning frenzy and scrubbed the house from top to bottom.
The redhead stepped into the living room and found her crush collapsed boneless onto the couch, wearing a pair of shorts that had certainly seen better days and one of Anna's old tank tops with her beautiful white gold hair tied up into a messy bun. All traces of exposed skin was drenched with sweat and flushed pink from exertion. It made Anna's cheeks burn.
"Where's Olaf?" she questioned curiously, looking around the pretty much sparkling living room with confusion. "And what's with the blitz clean? Catch a case of spring cleaning fever in the middle of June or what?" She grinned cheekily at the blonde who didn't even bother lifting an arm in greeting.
"Olaf is with Rapunzel and her husband next door." Elsa answered. Her response muffled by the arm draped over her face. "I asked them to watch him for me. I've been cleaning non stop since eight in the morning." Elsa winced as she dragged her arm away from her face to gaze pitifully up at Anna's amused look. "My arms feel like lead."
"They would if you've been cleaning that long." Anna giggled. She walked over to the couch and kneeled down by Elsa's head to toy gently with the hair that had come loose. Elsa's tilted her head and hummed pleasantly. "So, before I go fetch our favourite bundle of joy, mind telling me what this is all about?"
Elsa went serious. "Grandma Vivianne is coming for supper." She explained. Anna's hand stilled.
"And you're allowing this?" Anna asked slowly. Though the look in her eyes said she was irritated, her voice remained patient. Elsa was well aware that she had no love for the old lady and that she was more willing to go against a bear then welcome her into the apartment if she could help it. Elsa was just glad Anna wasn't voicing the obvious protest. "After what she said to you?"
Elsa flinched at the mention of her last face to face meeting with her grandmother. It had certainly hurt to hear the old woman who used to be so proud of her turn around and call her a harlot and a disgrace.
"She said she wanted to talk to me about something." Elsa sighed. "We'll see what it is and if we don't like it, we'll ask her to leave."
Anna's eyes bore into her's for several more minutes before she nodded. She still didn't look particularly impressed but at least she was accepting of the proposal. "Alright. If that's what you think is best. Do you need me to cook up something special?"
"If you could make that turkey spread you usually make for Thanksgiving, that would be wonderful." Elsa smiled tenderly up at her, trying to show just how thankful she was to the redhead for allowing this with such little fuss despite her reservations.
Anna seemed to catch the message because she looked thoughtful for a moment before grinning. "I can do that. We have most of the ingredients anyway." Then that smile turned mischievous. "And you, my Dear, can be my lovely assistant to make it up to me ."
"I've been cleaning all day." Elsa protested with a playful swat at Anna's arm. Her eyes twinkled merrily as she beamed. "You go cook by yourself." She ignored the adorable, puppy pout Anna's aimed at her and tossed the couch pillow; which smacked her in the face and prompted a delighted laugh from both of them. "Go on you Goof! She'll be here at seven."
"Plenty of time to cook then." Anna commented dryly. Still, she got up to make her way to the kitchen with an exaggerated swagger. "Especially for that witch."
"Anna!" Elsa gasped at her. "That wasn't very nice!"
"Nice?" Anna said slowly. She looked over her shoulder with a sly smirk. "Why should I be nice to the real life equivalent of Cruella de Vil?" Her smirk widened and Elsa knew exactly what was going to happen.
"Don't you dare Anna." She threatened half heartedly.
Anna was already slinking back towards her, ignoring the threat as she began to sing,
"Cruella de Vil
Cruella de Vil
If she doesn't scare you
No evil thing will!
To see her is to take a sudden...chill!
Cruella...Cruella...
She's like a spider that's waiting for a...kill!
Look out for
Cruella de Vil!"
"Anna! That is my grandmother you are singing about, stop it!" Elsa tried so hard to sound mad but it was hard when Anna looked so silly creeping towards her like a beast on the prowl speaking in an over the top impression of Rodger. "She doesn't even like fur, your comparison is invalid." Anna's smirk morphed into another grin as she attacked, gripping Elsa's waist and positioning her fingers against all of her ticklish spots. Elsa squealed and tried to escape but it just made Anna tease her further, rubbing the skin under her fingers lightly in preparation. Elsa tried desperately to stifle giggles. "Anna! Let me go!"
Elsa let out a shriek of laughter as the redhead pinned her to the couch, assaulting her mercilessly as Elsa writhed and struggled desperately to escape. Anna laughed an obnoxious evil laugh. "Admit it Elsa!" She cackled. "Admit it! Your grandmother is Cruella is disguise!"
"G-Get off!" Elsa whimpered, tears streaming down her face as she slowly ran out of breath. "Y-You win! I admit it! Just get off!"
Anna snickered as she got up and strode towards the kitchen again, proud as a peacock. Elsa glared after her for a moment before grinning herself and shaking her head in amusement. 'What a loon she is...but she's my loon and I wouldn't change her for the world.'
Well, it was about time she went and got Olaf. It was time to get ready.
