A/N: First off, thank you to all who gave a review. It means a lot to me :) Reviews and constructive criticism will always be appreciated (*w*) Honestly not sure what else I should say lol. I'll try to update as often as I can, but keep in mind that I don't have a regular schedule. Anyways, sit back and enjoy, because you Elsanna fans will LOVE this one. Happy reading~
Anna has never had a week as stressful as this one. She hadn't heard from the mystery writer since that second letter. Hans visited often but her mind was never on him, regardless of his attempts to grab her attention. Her imagination ran wild with the thought of this mystery man, El. She had decided to call him El because all she got from him were the letters. El, as in L for letters. Time and time again, she'd wake herself up early in the morning and spend the entire day waiting for another letter or at least for the messenger to show up. At the very least she was going to hunt that messenger down and demand answers. However, there was nothing. No messenger, no letter, not even a clue as to what was going on. All she had were her letters.
At this point, even the queen herself became worried. Anna never woke up early, and yet for an entire week, she did, and always seemed to wake up in the morning, anxious about something and went to bed disappointed. Whatever it was, Anna never told her.
On the eighth day since that last letter, it began to rain. It started with a drizzle, but soon became a thunderstorm. Anna was okay with the storm, but the gloominess of the weather had left her more disappointed than ever. There was no way El was going to visit today. It's near impossible. No matter how much Anna wished, it wasn't going to...
Knock knock knock.
Anna jumped up from her seat on the stairs near the front doors. EL!
Anna rushed to open the doors, nearly tripping over herself as she did, despite a maid rushing over to open the doors for her.
On the other side, despite the darkness, Anna could see a woman standing outside, soaked from the rain but undisturbed by the cold the winds brought.
"Hello, Anna," the woman said, her voice so familiar and so sweet to Anna's ears she couldn't believe it to be true.
"ELSA!" she cried, arms reaching out to pull the older woman into a tight hug.
The maid nearby cleared her throat.
"Your Highness, I believe it would be ill advised to leave Princess Elsa in the rain," she said, snapping Anna back to reality.
"Oh! Sorry," she said, letting go of Elsa's body and taking her hand in her own. "Let's get you dried up."
Anna pulled Elsa inside as the maid shut the door. Another servant came by with towels in his arms, holding it out to Anna. The princess took the fluffy white towels and began to wrap it around Elsa's head, trying to dry those beautiful platinum blonde locks.
"Anna, I can do this myself," the older said as she placed her own hands on the towel, trying to pull away from Anna.
"No! I wanna do this!" she objected, cheeks puffed in a pout.
"...Anna, that's not fair," Elsa replied, obediently lowering her hands to her side.
Anna knew Elsa couldn't say no. Not to her pouting face. Despite the guilt that piled up in her chest, Anna continued to dry Elsa off, lowering the towel from her head and onto her back.
"Anna, I can do the rest myself."
"Maybe, but you need a bath."
Anna threw the towel towards the servant who brought it and pulled Elsa upstairs. A bath was already set up, meant for Anna but the princess could wait for now. Elsa needed the bath more than she did.
Waiting for Elsa to finish her bath was too time consuming for Anna's liking. With each minute that passed, she was growing more and more impatient. She wanted to spend time with her friend. Is that so wrong? Luckily, Elsa finished before Anna's patience wore off. Unfortunately, Anna had forgotten to get the blonde a change of clothes and she can't wear her wet dress anymore.
"Anna?"
"Yes?" Anna replied, practically jumping off her bed and almost running into the bathroom before she found the door still locked.
"Um...could you get me a change of clothes?"
Anna's face turned bright red. How could she have forgotten? Had the door not been locked, she'd have done the worst thing anyone could do to a woman of royalty - see her naked in the bath as someone who isn't married to her. The moment the thought crossed her mind, Anna couldn't stop thinking about it. They were both women, so it should be fine. However, Elsa was older and it was still improper. Anna shook her head furiously. She needed to calm down. It had taken her years to pacify her nerves and she wasn't going to let them set fire to the grace she's worked towards for her parents. Then again, this was Elsa she was thinking about. It shouldn't matter. They've bathed together as children, so why is it so improper to see her naked now?
Anna quickly ran to her wardrobe to grab something for Elsa. While their sizes were almost similar, the blonde was still taller. Anna dug through her clothes to find something that was too long for herself and quickly ran towards the bathroom again, knocking.
"Elsa? Open the door so I can give you the clothes."
"..."
"Elsa?"
Anna's face twitched with worry. Surely nothing had happened while she was lost in her own thoughts. She hadn't heard anything troubling.
"Um...it's fine if you just leave it by the door," Elsa replied, her voice soft and gentle but the nervousness in it was extremely obvious.
"Elsa, we're both girls. It's fine. Just open the-"
Before Anna could finish, a maid knocked on her door and called for lunch. Disappointed, Anna placed the dress by the door for Elsa.
"It's by the door now. Come down for lunch once you're dressed."
Anna practically ran out of her own room and towards the dining room, her face still flushed. What was she thinking? Why on earth did she think it was a good idea to go inside the bathroom to see Elsa naked? And more importantly, why did she want to see the blonde naked so badly?
Anna's thoughts were everywhere as she tried to settle down to eat. Her gluttonous appetite was only fueled by her thoughts as she drowned herself in them, not noticing Elsa walk in until her mother spoke.
"Elsa. I didn't realize you were here today. You look lovely."
"Thank you, Your Majesty," Elsa replied, her voice now much calmer than before but still as gentle.
Slowly, Anna turned around in her seat to look at the older princess. Her hair, usually in a delicate bun, was now in a simple braid hanging loose against one shoulder. Her bangs were slicked back over the top of her head, still slightly wet though Anna knew they'd stay that way even if they were dry. However, that wasn't what had Anna's attention. It was the fact that the dress Elsa wore was simply magnificent. The dress wasn't puffy, like most gowns people wore. The dress itself was blue, but had a silver hue to it that almost made it sparkle whenever Elsa moved. The sleeves were long but the color was pale, almost matching Elsa's own skin color had it not been for the blue. It wrapped nicely around Elsa's body, hugging it and showing off her curves, and Anna couldn't help but stare. It was stunning. The length of the dress was perfect as well, falling just a centimeter below Elsa's ankle. Every step Elsa took to get to the table, Anna couldn't help but think a goddess is walking through her home. The dress was actually given to Anna a while ago but she never thought it looked good on her. The dress was too long and the silvery blue color didn't match. However, on Elsa, it was perfect, magnificent, stunning, beautiful, and whatever other word that could describe something so amazing that words couldn't describe it.
"na...ANNA!"
"What?!"
Anna turned around to look at her mother, unaware of the blush that had dominated her cheeks.
"You're making Elsa uncomfortable. Stop staring so much and go back to eating," the queen said firmly, which made Anna's cheeks redder than it already was, if it was even possible. For some reason, seeing Elsa had made her forget the anxiety from the week, and disappointment from earlier that day. Heck, she even forgot about El while waiting for Elsa to finish bathing.
Head turned to her plate and eyes glued to the food, Anna began wolfing down the meal before her with a hunger she could only describe as disturbing.
