"GET OUT!" Elsa shouts, throwing a bar of soap at me, which bonks me right in the forehead.
"I'M SORRY!" I shout, escaping the washroom and bolting out into the hallway, firmly closing the door behind me, my face still red. Anna and Kristoff walk arm in arm down the hallway, Anna leans over and whispers something to Kristoff which I can CLEARLY hear.
"This is the face of someone who just saw a female naked for the first time, don't you think?"
"Anna..." Kristoff groans.
"What? You made that same exact face when you first saw me-"
"IT WAS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I'VE EVER SEEN," I loudly blurt out. What? She was.
-Elsa-
He...he saw me. And I was NAKED! THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING! I quickly cover myself up with my towel and shuffle out of the washroom. I hear my sister's voice and Hans', and of course, they're talking about how beautiful my body is. My legs are one thing, those are gorgeous. But the rest of me...well, I don't seem to think so. Sadly, my self-esteem is pretty darn low. I hide behind the door and gulp. Right now, I really don't want to make any kind of contact, be it eye or physical contact with Hans. The horse poo was one thing but this... ARG. I CAN'T.
"I love my sister, but she's just..well, got this super low self-image of herself. From what I remember she's always been thin. If you ask me, she's got a gorgeous body. I suppose you seeing her as bare as a newborn babe spooked her,"
Oh Anna, I even hate seeing myself without clothing on...
"I don't see why she thinks so lowly of herself," Hans says. "She's gorgeous, and she needs to know that. I don't care if she's thin, hell even if she rounder, she would still be beautiful,"
Rounder?
"Truth is, I've never seen a woman...you know,"
"Nekkid?"
"You see Hans," Anna clears her throat. "I've been taught that there are two terms you ALWAYS need to know. Naked and Nekkid,"
"Nekkid, what the hell does that mean?"
"Naked means you don't have clothes on. Nekkid means you don't have clothes on are you're up to something,"
I smack my forehead. You doof, you've spent too much time around trolls.
"Sorry, one of the little guys told her that," Kristoff sighs. "My family doesn't have a language or phrase-filter,"
"I know Elsa, and I'm pretty sure she's not up to anything," Hans defends me. Damn right I'm not up to anything. "As far as I'm aware,"
"Oh Ginger Prince, You DON'T know my sister," Anna says. "She's ALWAYS up to something. I'll bet you she's probably up to something and doesn't even know it. Yet,"
Oh dear sister of mine. If I weren't wrapped in just towel, I'd send a snowball your way. A soft one, though. You've got precious cargo and I'd never forgive myself if either of you were hurt. Not saying I'd do that, but...nope. Stop it Elsa. You know what I'd love right now? I'd love to get to my own room and change into some clean clothes, but the hallway has a blockage. A three-person blockage to be exact. I should probably change, but... Sigh, I guess I'll need to return a few things to Hans before he leaves. I don't want him to leave yet. There's so much I still want to show him!
-Hans-
"You know she can probably hear everything you say, right?" I ask, cocking my brow.
-Anna-
"She usually does hear everything I say, even if we aren't in the same room. Or heck, even down the hall or up the stairs. She's got some great hearing, I'll give her that," I proudly state.
You know, ever since Kris and I found out we were expecting, a lot of my senses have been heightened. Especially my sense of smell and snark. Okay, maybe snark isn't sense per-say, but I have noticed it's become more prominent. Maybe because my hormones are really wonky. And speaking of hormones... Nope. Anna stop. I place my hand on my belly, and gently rub it. I know there's not much there NOW, but in a few weeks there will be.
I'm just super worried about Elsa though. I feel that this is going to drive her over the edge, even before baby gets here. I can tell she's slightly jealous. I don't blame her at all. She's the queen and eventually will need to produce an heir within a certain time. I'm not sure about when exactly because I didn't really pay attention. Oops. But in the back of my mind, I think she'll eventually come to terms that she's going to become an aunt and that jealous streak will be mostly gone. Heck, if it were Elsa having a baby I'd be jealous. But I'd love my niece or nephew to bits, and spoil them to the point where Elsa has to literally stop my from doing it. But I'm sure she won't, because she'll most likely spoil our kid.
"Anna, you okay?" Kristoff asks, his hand on my shoulder.
"Yeah, just spaced out for bit. We're a bit hungry, so I think I'll see if Chef will help me make a fancy sandwich," I say.
"Fancy, huh?"
"Bread, roast beef, cheese, lettuce, tomato, pickles. Have to have pickles. Salt, pepper, olives and those pickled peppers-"
"Banana peppers," Kristoff corrects me.
"Yeah! Those! And a light spreading of peanut butter at one end of the sandwich. Yum," I smile, almost drooling because that sandwich sounds so freaking delicious right now.
"Some palate you've got there," Hans says.
"When you're pregnant, your imagination is free to run wild when it comes to food," I wink.
-Hans-
Anna has kind of grown on me these past few days. I can actually tolerate her snark, which is surprising. It's sort of hard to believe that Anna and Elsa are related, and sometimes on two completely different sides of the spectrum. It's like my relationship with Lars, except there are some days where I hate the man more often than I like him. Especially after he's been around Gus and Benjamin. Pricks... I hear the door behind me open, Elsa's head slowly emerging, the collar of one of my jackets around her neck.
"Elsa, is that-" I begin.
She blushes, stepping out in my jacket and a shirt hanging over a pair of black pants. She holds the jacket close and whispers, "I'm sorry," she says in a muffled tone. "I'll return these later,"
"It's fine," I reassure her, gently reching for her arm. She quickly darts down the hall and slips into her room, closing the door behind her. "Boy, what a pickle we're both in,"
"And you still have to see each other a dinner tonight too," Anna says, wrapping her arm in Kristoff's. "Which is in a couple of hours. So I'll see you in the dining hall at five, got it?"
"Yeah, yeah," I say, shaking my head. If I have to name one thing I'm good at, it's being promptly on time to important things. Especially if they have to do with Elsa. I'll do anything for her. She makes my brain stupid every time I see her. I love that queen. So much.
-Elsa-
Later on, in Emily (Chef's room)
"So, I hear Ginger Snap saw you in the nude," Emily says, snuggling with her year old daughter Renee. She's such a cutie. "Isn't that right, bug?" Renee nods, yawning.
"You have no idea how embarrassing that was!" I exclaim. "Sure we've gotten to know each other over the past three days, but being seen undressed was NOT how I wanted to spend my afternoon,"
"Why were you even n there in the first place?" Emily asked, rocking her little one back and forth, Renee starting to fall asleep. "Bathtub broken?"
"Currently being cleaned," I begin to explain.
"AND she leaned into Karamell's horse poo," Anna leaned in closer to Emily, loudly whispering. "And poor Hans wasn't expecting a Norwegian Goddess to bless his bathtub with her grace and beauty. His face was as red as a tomato!"
"Well, it must have been the first time he's seen a woman naked," Emily says. "I mean, the fella grew up around thirteen brothers. He's probably never grown up around girls, well, except for his mother,"
"I just wasn't prepared...or really ready to move that far yet," I blush.
"Well, I guess this could be a good thing, in a way," Emily softly says.
"Enlighten me, teacher," I cock my brow.
"Well, let's suppose, hypothetically, you two happen to...develop your relationship further than what it is. Say, in a more intimate and private setting. You'd most likely get past the awkward part being seen without clothing on," she begins. "And you'll eventually get accustomed to it. Of course, you'll probably be super shy and timid, but you learn to just go with it, and connect with a deeper level with Hans. I'm not saying you will anytime soon, but you never know,"
Intimate. Private. I've never seen a naked man, let alone a shirtless one. Can this day get any more awkward?
