"10!"

Anna stared into her eyes. Small galaxies, scattered with stars, filled the void between them. Millennia passed as they gazed at each other. So filled with love and adoration that neither strayed, even with the commotion around them.

"9!"

Summer, dancing with butterflies and pollen grains. It spiraled in her eyes, captivating, enrapturing. Elsa was helpless. If those eyes asked her to freeze the whole world, she would do it without remorse. Without question.

"8!"

They'd been through so much. This was the ending of their year. The year they truly met. Their parents died. The world froze over in fear. The year it melted by the power of True Love. So much, such a year, and it was all stuck in their eyes.

"7!"

Elsa still wondered, a small but significant part of her, if Anna really had forgiven her. For all the hate, the slammed doors, the literal and metaphorical freezing of her heart. The thirteen years of isolation.

"6!"

Somewhere deep, deep down, Anna hated the woman she was staring at. The paintings on the wall had heard her. Her parents had known, they took that secret to their grave, as they took many others. Anna never told another soul, not even herself.

"5!"

Elsa felt the warmth rolling off of her. The warmth she'd chased for years. She'd frozen the world, she'd frozen the heat itself, but she'd never stopped searching for it. She just didn't realize it was this heat she'd wanted, needed.

"4!"

Anna felt the cold rolling off of her. The cold she'd ran after for years. She'd followed it in confusion, she didn't know what it was, but she melted it anyway. She never knew it was the coolness on a summer's day, the fresh sheets warming under her. She just knew she needed it.

"3!"

But all of that was leaking out. The repressed emotions. The overwhelming weight of unspoken words. An avalanche of need, desire, but also comfort. Veterans of a war for two, fought for and against each other.

"2!"

It was over. The deaths, hate, tears. They were done. The butterflies and stars make promises on sticky summer nights. They promise winds and light. They promise gentle caresses and falling wishes.

"1!"

They leaned in. The void closed. The space between them, the thirteen years and months of mislead thoughts, vanishing into the new day. They smiled into the kiss, this year would be a good one.

"Happy New Year!"

Welp. There's all my tears.

On a side note, I am officially opening prompts and requests.

Goodnight all,

-PoppyPounder