Whoo! The awkward fun chapter is here! XD This is purely to make you laugh and/or giggle stupidly. The 75% chapter is just sister bonding, and Anna learning how big of a Kristanna shipper Elsa is. Also that she's a little scandalous in her reading. Let's just say that it's educational for both of them.
This is also a character development chapter for Elsa, since my idea of who she would be in this type of nurture environment has come to full fruition in the past few days. XD All will be explained in due time, my pretties. You already know I see her as an asexual, and that she's curiously gutterminded, but I also think 16-year-old, partially-anti-social Elsa would be a bit of a sexologist (it's a real thing, I looked it up . _ .) and kind of cheeky. XD She wouldn't care to do any of that herself, but she finds learning about it interesting.
P.S. I like the idea of Elsa wearing glasses, okay? And there's lots of dialogue in this chapter.
Since the introduction of Kristoff, Elsa was becoming more and more comfortable around people. She even seemed to enjoy exchanging in small talk with the castle guards or servants, and though she still spent copious amounts of time in her room, it was common to see her wandering the halls with a book in her hand either just after breakfast or right before dinner. Anna often wondered what kind of books would be so intriguing that her sister barely put them down. She once caught a faint, pink tinge on her cheeks and for a moment thought of what she'd read in the ice harvesters' journal the day she met Kristoff. No, Elsa wouldn't read that stuff.. Right?
The more time they spent together, the more Anna realized she knew next to nothing about the kind of person Elsa really was. She'd learned subtle things, like that she loves chocolate, and that her power made her very happy, and that her favourite colour was blue, but she knew almost nothing else. Admittedly, she was more than a little curious, and she would poke her older sister with nonchalant questions about things she liked or didn't like. But Elsa always gave the vaguest answers so they never got anywhere. One day, Anna decided she was going to conduct a little experiment to get under Elsa's skin.
She found her in the library curled up in her favourite, checkered armchair with the book she'd been reading for the past week or so. "Hey, Elsa?" Anna slunk through the cracked door, smiling at her sister's raised eyebrows when she looked over the brim of her blue reading glasses, "I have a kind of strange question for you. I didn't know who else to go to, I'm sure it would be inappropriate to ask the maids something like this.." Elsa didn't say anything. She carefully tagged the corner of her page and set the book down on the side table, her glasses coming to rest on top of it. Then she wiggled around in her seat and folded her hands in her lap, smiling at Anna expectantly.
The younger redhead practically floated to the couch across from her, resting her feet up on the table in a non-princessy way, but Elsa didn't give any sign that she cared besides a small, patient huff. After a moment of suspenseful silence, Elsa sighed in amusement, "You can talk to me, Anna, I won't judge you." Anna suddenly exploded, not expecting even pretending to want to know this stuff to be so embarrassing, "Well, see, I've been feeling guilty lately because Kristoff always puts me before himself and I'm always too caught up in my emotions to think about what he might be going through, like that ball I made him go to? Yeah. Yeah, and I want to do something for him in turn, but not just anything, because just anything wouldn't be enough of a something so I thought, why not try something different, you know? Like, maybe, something a little more intimate than a kiss?"
"What do you want to know?"
Anna was solely and utterly shocked. What do I want to know? Did she really just ask me that? What's more, Elsa had a very sneaky, enraptured simper on her face and had leaned forward as if she were about to divulge a great secret. They sat once more with nothing but the sound of the crackling fireplace as Anna digested her sister's inquiry. Only now did she realize she hadn't really thought this plan through. What do I want to know? "Um.. I don't know where to begin. I don't know anything about this type of thing," Anna muttered, grinning in embarrassment. She again thought back to the ice harvesters' journal and piped up again before Elsa could say anything, "Actually, there is this one thing."
Elsa got comfortable in her chair, propping her feet up next to Anna's in a knowledgeably supercilious manner, "Go on."
"See, it's.. It's kind of.. What you do is.. Um.. I-I don't know how to describe it."
"Try your best."
"Um.. You know that thing guys' have? Yeah.. You kind of rub it, I guess.. Only I don't know how you would do that, and are you laughing at me?"
Elsa had her face rested in her hand, fingers partially covering her mouth. She was biting her lip, a smiling pulling at the corners of her mouth and pink born from witheld giggles tinting her cheeks. "No, no, I'm not," she shook her head wildly, hoping to clear her expression, "I'm not. I know what you're talking about. So, you want to know how you would-" she lapsed into giggling again, fighting it back even as her voice cracked, "-go about rubbing it?"
Anna nodded with a pout, folding her arms and lightly kicking her sister in the shin. Elsa stood up, handing her one of the candlesticks from the side table, "Here. This is probably not as thick, but it's the same shape, right?"
"Um.. Sure?"
"You don't know?"
"No.."
"Kristoff's conservative, huh?"
"Elsa!" Anna blushed furiously, gripping the candlestick in both hands and glaring at her sister, who was laughing again. "What?" she scratched her chin, "His is what you're asking about, isn't it? Unless there's someone else." Anna couldn't tell which she was more irritated at, the fact that Elsa was acting so nonchalant about something so uncomfortable or that she would even propose that there was someone besides Kristoff. "Of course there's no one else," she scoffed, "I love him."
"What?"
Suddenly both of them stared at the other in intense surprise. Anna couldn't believe she'd just said that, and Elsa couldn't believe she'd just heard that. "Ha!" Elsa's voice rang about the library like a foghorn, her laughter multiplying off the walls. Anna's eyes widened in bewilderment as her sister fisted the air, "And he said you weren't in love! I knew it!" She grabbed Anna's hands and pulled her into a spin, knocking into a large globe but acting like nothing happened. "Elsa, what are you talking about?" Anna stumbled over her feet but miraculously kept her balance, "Who said we weren't in love?"
"Kristoff! I was talking to him the other day and I said my sister and my best friend were in love, then he said, 'nobody said we're in love,'" Elsa did her best imitation of Kristoff's deep voice, "But you just did, so ha!"
"Wait, what? Kristoff.. Doesn't love me?"
Everything went still, the globe still spinning and the fire still popping, but neither princess moved. Finally, Elsa cleared her throat, "I don't think that's what he meant, Anna. He grinned like a fool when I told him you were saying you were spoken for. He's just scared, he's been alone almost his whole life. Give him time. Have you told him how you feel?" Anna's lip quivered and she nodded slowly, Elsa's arms coming around her shoulders. "I don't see why he wouldn't love you," she spoke softly, comfortingly, rubbing Anna's arm, "I've never seen anyone smile as much as he does around you."
"But he never says it back," Anna's voice wavered, dangerously saturated, "Everytime I say it, he never says it back." She shivered when Elsa moved away, glancing up curiously as she retrieved the discarded candlestick. "Maybe instead of telling him," she quirked an eyebrow, smiling coyly and stroking her hand up and down the silver shaft, "You should show him? Hm?" Anna couldn't help but giggle, covering her mouth with both hands and blushing horribly, "How would that help?"
"Well, it might help him relax a little bit. Maybe enough to get over his fear, and.. say it back?"
"Elsa.. Are you encouraging this?"
Instead of an answer, Elsa handed her sister the candlestick. Anna's cheeks turned pink as she took it, mimicking the gesture Elsa made earlier. She giggled excitedly, like she was doing something she wasn't suppose to, "It's kind of fun." Elsa smiled and nodded her head, then had to do a double take over Anna's shoulder as her eyes widened, "Kristoff!"
Anna immediately dropped the stick, hopping away as if it burnt her and whirling on the balls of her feet. She was already preparing an explanation as to what she was just doing, but Kristoff wasn't there. Her face contorted in confusion until Elsa burst out laughing, "You should have seen your face! Oh god, imagine if he really caught you doing that!" She had to pinwheel her arms to keep from falling over when Anna shoved her, not too hard but hard enough. "You're mean!" she fumed, plopping back onto the couch with her arms folded over her little chest. She wasn't really mad, though. After all, it was the first time Elsa had played a trick on her, which meant she was opening up, right?
Anna glanced up at her sister's silence, blinking as she saw her tap her chin. "What are you thinking?" she mumbled skeptically, leaning back when Elsa looked at her and grinned. "I'm thinking," she started, whirling away to a cabinet embedded in the wall, "That we need to get you some new pajamas."
"Pajamas, Elsa?"
"Well, something new for you to wear at night," Elsa shrugged, turning around with a brand new pair of undergarments in her hand. They were as strange a set as Anna had ever seen, the sleeves loose and flowy, as if they were meant to hang off of the shoulders, the bottoms short and tight in the butt. "What am I suppose to do with a fancy pair of undergarments? No one's going to see-" The reason became clear mid sentence and Anna bit her lip nervously, flushing red from her ears all the way to her freckled clavicle, "Oh."
Elsa chuckled, draping the garments over the arm of the couch, "It's just a little encouragement for him, you know. If it's too much for the first time fooling around, that's alright, but keep it in mind." She winked. They talked about several more interesting things, like what would happen if he "finished," in Elsa's words. Eventually, Anna sighed, but smiled, "How am I suppose to approach this? I can't just ask him, he'd run for sure. He's so skittish about this stuff."
"Just be sexy."
"Please," Anna scoffed, "I couldn't be sexy if I tried. I tripped on your fancy dress the other night."
"I saw the shoe print."
"I'm sorry.."
Elsa rolled her eyes, flapping her wrist dismissively, "Don't worry about that, worry about how you're going to get Kristoff weak in the knees. If you can't be sexy, try sneaky."
"Sneaky?"
"Yeah, mischievous."
"Mischievous," Anna watched in disbelief as Elsa threw her shoulder against a bookshelf, looking up at it slyly, "You know, Kristoff.. You're always so good to me." Her little sister giggled madly as she swooped from the shelf to throw her arms around the globe, one leg raised and hooked around the stem of it. "And you're always working so hard. Isn't there any way I could possibly repay you?" The ice princess's hand began to drift lower on the sphere as if to caress an imaginary 'thing that boys have.' Anna's face burned so bright that she thought she might melt the hands that hid her eyes. She risked a peek through her fingers to see Elsa bent over the small side table, one arm around the picture of Arendelle's countryside, "Let me help you relax. I know it'll leave you breathless."
Anna squealed and giggled madly.
Kristoff trudged heavily down the hall, rubbing his eye and yawning widely. Not only had he run ice today, he'd cut up the creek Elsa had frozen and delivered that, as well. His biceps ached and his back was sore, and he very much looked forward to prattling with Elsa while cuddling Anna. Kai said that Elsa was last seen in the library, and Anna had gone to find her, so it was likely they were both there. He was about to nudge the door open when he heard his name and paused, blinking in confusion to Anna's delighted squeals of laughter.
His eyes widened at Elsa's expression as he opened the door. She obviously hadn't seen him yet, lip curled in a saucy smirk and her hand trailing slowly up her thigh. He cleared his throat, snorting in amusement when both girls jumped and Anna whipped around to stare at him. "What are you doing?" he kinked an eyebrow. Anna chucked a candlestick he hadn't noticed she was holding across the room without breaking eye contact. She and Elsa both gave him very cheesy grins and answered in unison: "Nothing."
"Uh-huh," he glanced briefly around at the room, catching sight of some outfit laid out on the couch before Elsa scooped it up and stuffed it in a wardrobe in the corner. "I'm glad you're here, actually!" she was saying, dusting her hands off and crossing towards him. He took a skeptic step back only to have her roll her eyes and tug him around the couch to Anna. Even she looked confused as Elsa situated her sister's hands on Kristoff's chest. Elsa cleared her throat, "Does this make you nervous?" Kristoff blinked, "Um.. No." He didn't see Elsa stub her toe to Anna's heel. He didn't notice the look of realization sprint across Anna's face. He didn't yet understand that he was at their mercy.
The movement was very slow, but he distinctly felt Anna's nails curl against his shirt. He looked down at her, assuming she was trying to get his attention, and almost choked at the expression on her face. She was bright red, freckles beaming obviously, lips curved in her version of a provocative grin. Kristoff didn't know what to do. The longer he stared at her, the brighter his cheeks grew and the more out of place he felt. "Anna-" he squeaked, but she cut him off by nuzzling her face to his neck.
"Does this make you nervous?" he heard her whisper, but he was so lost in the odd patterns her fingers traced on his shoulder that he couldn't answer. His eyelids drooped and his chest heaved shallowly, his head tilting back slightly as Anna nibbled at his throat. When he felt his knees start to shake, he remembered Elsa and his eyes snapped wide open. He pounced back and stumbled into the armchair, knocking the side table over and falling on his butt with a loud thump.
Both princesses giggled deliriously, which only served to make Kristoff even more upset and uncomfortable. Pushing himself to his feet, he set the table back up right and shot them both a glare before turning to storm out.
"I'm so sorry, Kristoff.. I didn't mean to embarrass you, or laugh.." Anna sat hugging her knees on the floor outside of Kristoff's locked room. Elsa had given it to him for when he wanted a nice, warm place to stay that wasn't a barn, and he frequented it more than he expected he would. "Please come out.." Anna's soft voice cracked as she dropped her head into her arms. Elsa was down in the kitchen preparing a special meal and dessert to make up for her laughter, but Anna refused to leave until he understood just how sorry she really was.
As soon as he left, they both had gone after him. Elsa understood more that he needed space, having done the exact same thing he was doing right now for years. Anna, on the other hand, just wanted him to hold her and nuzzle her and reassure her that he wasn't angry. She felt bad, and she knew she probably shouldn't have engendered him like because he was so timid, but it didn't feel wrong. At least, not to her.
The door creaked open and Anna jerked her arm out to catch herself before she fell. Her eyes travelled up the crack in the threshold to meet a single, chocolate eye. "Why did you do that?" came a gruff mumble. Anna whimpered, "I was testing the advice I got from Elsa.. I wanted to know how to show you how I feel because-" her voice caught and Kristoff opened the door a fraction wider in encouragement, "I just want to hear you say it."
"Say what, Anna?"
She didn't have to answer. As soon as he saw her eyes shimmer and her lip tremble threateningly he knew. No, she didn't have to answer, but she did, "That you love me." Guilt jabbed him and he let the door swing the rest of the way open to kneel next to her. "Anna," he whispered, gathering her up in his arms and pressing his forehead to hers. He squeezed his eyes shut, big nose crinkling, and she giggled softly, halfheartedly, "Your nose is cute."
"I do lo- uh.. I do.. That.. But I can't say it yet. I'm so sorry, I'm just scared, okay? But I do. I promise I do."
"You love me?" Anna's heart made a strange thump-thump at the nod of his head and she nuzzled his face, leaving kisses wherever her lips brushed. It was a fairly simple gesture, but it meant the world to Kristoff and his whole face tingled by the end of it. "I think I'm still going to use that advice from Elsa," Anna mumbled shyly, her cheeks flushing with colour.
"And what advice is that?"
"Oh, you'll see."
She sat across from him at dinner, giving him that same, saucy look from before through the whole meal.
