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(A/N: Okay, my family got our priorities together and we're going to be busy with the funeral on Saturday so I can't give you guys two chapters a week this time, but on the plus side I am so stoked for this chapter! :D I had a blast writing this one! Writing is like my medicine because I'm really happy right now! I've waited longer than you guys had just to write this chapter so you better enjoy it! *wags tail* X3 I was waiting for ages when I came up with the chapter layout. Besides the Moulin Rouge chapter, this is one of the longest chapters in this story. I'd advise you guys get YouTube warmed up because we've got songs in this one! The one Elsa plays on the piano that we'll see in just a bit is what inspired what kind of emotional love I had FAL!Elsa have towards FAL!Anna. I've also got another treat in store, because I get to throw a bit of Hotel Transylvania into the mix! XP It's one of my favorite non-Disney movies, because I'm a sucker for the Chuck Jones and Tex Avery animation styles in the film. As far as chapter titles goes, I think this chapter — and another one later on — are the only ones that have a song in the chapter that shares the chapter title.
I had a few curious questions on what I had planned for my upcoming g!p fanfics, but I don't want to make this A/N too long and I'll save them for next time since I did say I'd share a few details about only one of them to you guys. Better PM me between now and next week, because I'm not answering anymore questions regarding them after that. Thanks for reading Frostbitten and Lovestruck. Enjoy the chapter. )
The day was surprisingly warm for the late autumn season — more surprising for the state of Minnesota. There wasn't need for any of the warmer garbs made for the chilly seasons, but that didn't deter a certain head cheerleader. The comfort of soft furs lined the inside of her boots. A light scarf draped over her shoulder.
It was remarkably early in the day for her. She wasn't much of an early bird. If it weren't for her spritely mother, she would be late for school on a daily basis. There was plenty of time before the school bell rang, which suited her morning arrangement. Her boot-clad feet led her to the doors of the school's massive auditorium.
Attentive ears picked up on the melodious Viennese piano that reverberated from one wall to the other, as the pianist entered a world of her own. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: Piano Concerto No. 21 in C major. It was her parents' favorite musical piece for her to play. In her revelry it didn't occur to her that there was company in her midst. She didn't hear anyone come in.
Elsa jumped once she felt a set of slender arms enveloped around her neckline. A soft chin nestled in her hair. The strawberry-blonde greeted the winter-blonde pianist. "You play beautifully," Anna complimented. Based on her tone, she had a grin on her face.
"Thank you," the heiress murmured; her focus never waned because of the Princess's embrace.
Elsa shifted and made room for her audience to join her on the bench. She prepped her fingers for another song. Anna thought the song would be El Tango de Roxanne since Elsa said that she wanted to play it when she had free time, and now was as good a time as ever, but she would soon find out how wrong she was.
The winter-blonde tapped precise keys — their pitches and tones balanced out the silence that filled the room. Her cerulean eyes rested upon her crush with deep sincerity. "You know, it's kind of funny. This weird theory humanity came up with. How they say that people only use ten percent of their brains. I don't believe that's so. If humans really lacked the ability to use one of their organs, it would be their heart. I believe we only use ten percent of our heart when it comes to people we care about. Love is something that we take for granted until you lose it," she stated as her fingers glided across the keys with a purpose.
Confusion riddled the Princess. It was a sweet and meaningful declaration, but she had no earthly idea where the statement came from, or why Elsa decided to share it with her. Euphonious humming wandered from beside her and brought her attention to the soft piano.
Elsa's eyes were on the pristine ivories below. "You are the song playing so softly in my heart. I reach for you, you seem so near yet so far. I hope and I pray you'll be with me someday. I know down inside you are mine, and I'm your true love; or am I dreaming?"
As soon as the lyrics resonated from the Elsa's throat, Anna knew which song it was: You Are My Song by David Archuleta.
"How can I, each time I try you say goodbye. You were there. You look my way; I touch the sky. We can share tomorrow and forevermore. I'll be there to love you so: you are my song," the notes fell into Elsa's lower range, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. She gave the song her all. Every opportunity that she could profess how she felt, she took it. She had to. The song was about to come to a close. "We can share tomorrow and forevermore. I'll be there to love you so: you are my song; you are my song; you are my song." The final note rang with such bold richness that it overshadowed the school bell.
Elsa rose from the musical instrument and stretched her arms above her head. She glanced down at her mesmerized crush. She sat in awe at her friend's acquired musical talent. "I think we should get going to class or they'll give us a tardy — or worse: detention," she shuddered at the latter. She had plans Halloween night and none involved detention.
Anna got to her feet and retrieved her backpack. The pair left the auditorium and walked to their designated classes. Their separation wouldn't be for long. They had gym in sixth period.
Outside of the Laneway gymnasium a red-haired boy leaned against the lockers. A fiery brow twitched in thought. The teen had a few select words for the strawberry-blonde.
His emerald eyes beamed once said girl exited the gym. The cheery demeanor quickly dissipated once he spotted who was next to her; Elsa! It was her fault that he got stood up on Sunday. Anna called him back late Saturday night. At first he thought she would accept his offer for another date, but she gave him one hell of a reality check. She lectured him about her clear displeasure about his misbehavior towards the hermaphrodite. Towards the freak! He didn't know what she had to do with any of it but the Princess chewed his ear off about his attitude.
Hans walked up to the pair, and as usual ignored Elsa's presence. Anna looked at him with irritation. He huffed and greeted the winter-blonde, which surprised her to say the least. His gaze was once again set on the cheerleader. "We need to talk," he said.
"We have nothing to talk about Hans. I will not go on another date with you until you change your bad attitude towards Elsa." Her stance on the matter was final.
The love rivals glared at one another. Neither had an issue with one another until it was clear that they both had eyes for the same person. It was rather comical. Their rivalry was so competitive that it deterred others from any attempt to pursue their hearts' captor. Between Hans and Elsa, the student body feared what the two would do if another competitor got in their way.
Elsa knew that Hans hated her and she was fine with it. She had very little patience for him or his attitude, and his words were wearing thin. Hans was no better than her. As far as his logic went: Elsa clouded Anna's judgment on his character because she had a weak-spot for the freak. "You better stay away from my girl Rimes," he growled at her.
"One date doesn't make me your girl Hans. You can't lay claims on me like I'm your property," Anna retorted. She admired him dedication to pursuing her, but his jealousy was one of his major flaws. His possessive nature was a major turn-off. Not like she could talk. She wasn't particularly fond of Esmeralda's relationship with Elsa. It's funny how the pot called the kettle black.
Verdant pyres smoldered his eyes. Her words struck a raw nerve and burrowed into his heart. His gaze cut over to his rival. Rage was evident in his eyes. In a blinded fury he pushed her against the lockers. "This is all your fault," he snarled.
Any reserve that Elsa had in regards to peace no longer dwelled within her. Fuck this! She gave the boy a shove with just as much force as he dished out. "What the fuck is your problem?!" To hell with the rules her parents laid down. She was about to kick his ass!
"You!" Hans declared as he aimed a punch for her head. Fortunately for Elsa she dodged the blow, and ducked around his arm. She looked back and saw the noticeable dent in the metal.
"I'm a lover not a fighter; but I will fight for what I love," she egged him on. That was all the fuel this fire needed. The heat was on, and the fire set ablaze.
Elsa used her well-honed flexibility to bend backwards and avoid another punch that was aimed towards her throat. She went on the offensive and extended her leg out towards his stomach, but he undulated out of the way. He was an experienced fighter. She could tell by the way his feet shuffled across the tiled floor.
Realty warped around her as adrenaline and testosterone coursed her system. It wasn't a new feeling. She had experienced it several times before. It happened whenever her hormones were irregular either from sexual tension or physical activity. On the plus side: the massive quantity of hormones evened the battlefield now that she fought with the masculine part of her brain; but it had bizarre and undesirable side effects. The most prominent of those side effects revolved around her mood swings.
She was in the throes of her mood swing at that moment.
Elsa glared at her opponent with a taunt that incited him to bring it on. And there went another of those side effects: clouded judgment. Logic and reason were dead to her.
She landed a punch to his jaw and barked out a haughty laugh. It was uncharacteristic of her to act so arrogant, but she wasn't herself.
Hans stared at her. How dare she mock him?! No one dared to mock him. Everyone either respected or feared him because of the position his parents held on the business ladder. His wrath knew no bounds for her. Her condescension would be her downfall.
While she mocked him, Hans managed to get the upper hand and tripped her with a leg sweep. Victory was upon him; however, he was foolishly unaware of the depth of Elsa's hormonal haze. Her inhibitions were scantly existent. She had other plans for her romantic rival.
Just as he pounced on her, she rolled with the blow, and kicked him off of her. Hans landed roughly on his back while Elsa fell from the brunt of his pounce. They glared at each other from their felled positions on the floor. The two growled at one another before they readied themselves to continue their brawl.
On the opposite end of the hall Gaston walked outside of the boys' locker with a refreshed expression. A nice, hot shower after gym did wonders when he worked up a sweat. As he towel dried the remaining dampness out of his hair, he saw the crowd gathered just down the way. "The hell is going on?" he pondered, as he got closer. He skimmed the crowd in search of his friend. The last thing he wanted was for her to be near a fight.
Relief washed over him. She wasn't amid the rowdy bunch. His eyes cut towards a familiar strawberry-blonde up front. Anna? "Why was she-" his thoughts paused. He looked at the two who were in the scuffle. Shit!
Gaston pushed through the masses, into the midst of the fight. With his impressive physique it was a simple task to keep the love-rivals apart. He carelessly slung Elsa over his shoulder, even though it was clear that she wasn't done fighting yet. Her eyes vowed that she would finish this, but her friend had other plans.
Hans couldn't get near her either. "Really Rimes? You need your friends to jump me? Coward!" he laughed.
Her bodyguard had enough of Hans's mouth. "Like I need help to kick your sorry ass. Jumping is for bitches! I'm stopping the fight numb-nuts!" he sneered.
Jack was at his cousin's side with a bottle of water. The aftereffects of her hormonal spells weren't the easiest things to watch. He looked up at her from his position behind Gaston and saw her pupils were still a little dilated. She was coming down from her hormonal high, but he remained vigilant.
Gaston placed Elsa on the ground once Jack was certain that she could think rationally for herself again.
The fog that ensnared her brain lifted once she felt the soles of her shoes hit the ground. Nausea hit the pit of her stomach. For a minute she thought she would throw up, but the contents of her stomach remained where they were. She pinched the bridge of her nose as her body temperature started to cool down. She noticed the water bottled offered by her little cousin and took the bottle. "Thank you," she muttered.
Hans stalked up to her to finish what he had started, but was blocked off by the girl's bodyguard. He scoffed at the boy, even though he was much larger than himself. "I'm not afraid of you."
Was that a challenge he heard? Gaston's ebony brow rose at what he heard. Instead of using his words, he resorted to his body as a means to back up his masculinity. He flexed his muscles with such sheer power that they tore his shirt asunder. Some of the female onlookers squealed at his muscles and excessive body hair. Damn he was hairy.
Now that the fight had simmered down, Anna stepped in with disappointment on her face. "This is getting out of control. Whatever it is that you two are fighting over shouldn't be, you know, worth fighting over! You two would probably make great friends if you could get over whatever issue you have with each other."
The combatants looked at the other with dejection.
Realization dawned upon Hans. What had he been fighting for? A girl who took years just to figure out that he liked her, and still rejected him after all of his exploits. One of his biggest faults was his competitive drive. When he wanted something he would do anything to get it; even through deceitful means.
Hans's eyes snapped to his rival. Anna was right. Nothing was wrong with her. Elsa — although different — held so much promise. The only reason he jabbed at her for being a freak was because had nothing else to tarnish her name. She gave him nothing else to work with. She was school treasurer, top five percentile of the class — most likely school valedictorian — and she had several extracurricular activities under her belt. To be honest, he thought she was beautiful. And much like himself, she took several business related class. They had a lot in common now that he thought about it. Clearly the girl was going places when she left Laneway, so why did he hate someone who he could have befriended all those years ago?
His eyes cut over to the girl he thought he cared for. Oh right: Anna.
Elsa snapped to attention when she saw him move. He backed away? "She's absolutely right," she heard from the boy. Huh? "What we're fighting for isn't worth it. I'm done with this. Good luck Rimes, you're going to need it," Hans declared and walked away. His exit confused her. Did he just… quit? She didn't know what to think about that. Her brain was still slightly fuzzy.
"I'm not buying. He wouldn't just bow out with grace like that. Something's up and I'm telling Kristoff," Jack muttered to her.
Anna walked up to the trio as Hans made his exit. Elsa flinched and diverted her eyes to her feet. "She knows…" Disheartenment throbbed in an unforgivable pang. She knew that once she looked up, Anna would view her differently. "Why can't you be normal for once?! You're already different and now you just lost your shit in front on Anna! Damn you hormones," she chastised herself mentally.
In her peripheral she saw a hand raised. Was she about to get slapped? The hand went under her chin and brought her eyes to the teal ones that belonged to her crush. She wanted to look away — to divert her eyes — but she couldn't. Anna wouldn't allow it. "Here it comes. She's going to call you a freak!"
"I'm sorry," Anna apologized. Wait, what?! She continued. "Hans was really being a jerk to you and you didn't deserve that."
Anna was visibly upset about the fight, but she knew that Elsa wasn't the one who initiated the fight to begin with. At least something good came out of it. Hans said he would stop tormenting Elsa.
Elsa tapped her chin and analyzed the situation. This was good — very good. Anna wasn't angry with her and apologized to her. That took her by surprise, but she rolled with the dice life gave her.
An idea popped into her head. "I'll forgive you on one condition: you join us and Jonathan's Halloween party tomorrow night."
The Princess of Laneway raised a fiery brow at the bold invitation. She knew was already forgiven, but she humored her friend. "All right. I'll go with you guys."
The winter-blonde perked up immediately. She pulled out her phone and texted Anna the information about their theme.
Anna's face dropped as she read all of the information. She knew which character she would pick but she wasn't fond of the theme. Those characters were the reason she refused to read certain stories at night.
Elsa looked over to her still shirtless bodyguard. "You might want to put on a shirt before you get in trouble. God knows I'm going to get chewed out if my parents catch wind of what happened today." And when she said, "if" it was only a matter of time when they would find out.
Anna observed the muscular boy in all his half-naked glory. He was so hairy. The girls at school may love him, but the body hair just wasn't attractive as far as her taste went. She bet he had body hair there too. Yeck! Her eyes roved over to her lightly freckled comrade. Her mind wandered to places it shouldn't have. "I wonder if Elsa has body hair there," she thought. As soon as she pondered the notion, a mental picture of a confident, proud Elsa came to the forefront of her ruminating. The winter-blonde was stark naked and extremely flirty. The mental picture Elsa winked at her and blew kisses at the cheerleader. Anna swatted away the naughty thought when the mental picture advanced upon her in a tantalizing fashion.
A florid tinge rushed to Anna's cheeks, and caught the trio's attention. "Are you okay?" Jack asked with his head cocked to the side.
"Yup! See you guys tomorrow," she replied in a pitch that sounded a tad too high. Anna bolted down the hall to her next class.
"Girls are so weird cuz," the freshman stated.
"Just stay single Jackie. It's a lot easier that way," Elsa advised.
The comfort of sunlight faded hours ago. Shadows consumed everything within its greedy grasp. The night lapped at the youthful feet of the teenagers that dared to parade about on All Hallows' Even. Contrast to the darkness around, vibrant eyes splayed the husks of the rotted tree hollows. Yesterday's warmth was long forgotten as the chilled autumn gales violated their skin. Dampened moss cushioned the sound of their footsteps upon their arrival to the eerie manor.
A pale white face lifted up to observe its surroundings. Darkness obscured half of the face's features. Frosty eyes roamed the lawn. It was identical to a cemetery; the mausoleum was on the outskirts of the yard.
Elsa brushed back her short black tresses and leaned against the fence. She did a final head count. Kristoff: check; Peter: check; Mulan: check; Gaston: check; Belle: check; Ariel: check; Esmeralda: check; and lastly Anna: double check! Their theme was flawless.
Ariel snickered at Peter. His costume suited him perfectly. They recycled an old elven costume from one of the theater club's older production for him.
Peter folded his arms. "You shouldn't have done that," he quoted. His make-up only added to the creepy illusion.
Ariel cringed at the statement. "Ha-ha! Jokes on you, I didn't need to go to sleep tonight anyways," she muttered.
Anna looked around at all the others in their costumes. Kristoff was Eyeless Jack; Peter was BEN Drowned; Mulan was Lost Silver; Gaston was Zalgo; Belle was Masky; Ariel was Jane the Killer; Esmeralda was SmileDog, and Elsa was Laughing Jack. She looked down at her costume: Sally. "The things you do for friends."
While the group mingled outside their host opened the door to the haunted mansion. The clique walked into dank, musky manor. Kristoff took a deep breathe at the unclean air. "You really went all out Johnny," he complimented from behind his mask.
The blue-skinned boy shrugged off the compliment. "It's Johnnystein for tonight guys, okay? And I can't take credit for this. My foreign girlfriend's dad hooked me up with some uber creepy stuff from Transylvania. Oh look, there they are. Hey Drac!" Jonathan called as the pale man in vampire's wardrobe came closer.
Dracula, as he was dubbed, perked his ears up to the howls that went on deeper within the mansion. "Listen to them — children of the night. What music they make," he spoke in elation with a wide, fanged smile.
Anna was impressed with his dedication to the role. She didn't like many monsters — because they terrified her — but old school vampires were her favorite. They didn't fricking sparkle either! "That's an excellent costume Dracula," she complimented.
The vampire looked at Jonathan with an exquisite, arched eyebrow. "What does she mean by costume?" he asked.
She chuckled at his sense of humor. "That's a good one. You almost got me."
The party host shook his head towards the man as if he suggested leaving the matter alone.
Peter held up an invisible cape. "I'm going to suck your blood. Bleh, bleh, bleh!" he said in a horrid Transylvanian accent.
"I do not say bleh, bleh, bleh!" Dracula growled.
Everyone stared at the furious man with inquiry until Jonathan dragged him away. He said a rushed, "enjoy the party," before he left. "Well that was weird," Belle commented. Her friends nodded in agreement.
Music bumped from wall to wall as the party commenced. Characters of all kinds mingled with one another. The little circle disbanded long ago to enjoy the festivities. There was a small section away from the dance floor where they would meet up ever so often. Elsa hovered the boarders of the area and the dance floor with an odd tasting punch in hand. It was non-alcoholic, so that wasn't the taste, but it was differently off.
Her eyes flickered across the room from a group dressed as animatronics from Five Nights at Freddy's to this pale vampire girl. The black-haired girl seemed so excited to be in the crowd. By her deduction, Elsa assumed that the girl never got out much.
As her gaze wandered further in the masses, she spotted the familiar form of her former-fiancé adorned in a fay costume. Aurora walked her way and curtsied upon arrival. Elsa waved off the gesture and gave the blonde teen a hug with her unoccupied arm. "I got enough formalities at the Labor Day gala. No need to curtsy," she replied and took another sip of the drink. After that sip, she pulled out a miniature water bottle stored in one of her patchy pants pockets and took a swig to wash down the bizarre aftertaste.
There was an awkward silence between the two girls. Elsa never had an issue with being around Aurora — but the girl made her uncomfortable at times due to their nullified arranged marriage.
Rosenwyn had an obvious overprotective streak in her when it came to her daughter. Even though her life at the office kept her busy, she always found a way to keep a firm hand in Elsa's life, which included Elsa's love life. She had the brilliant notion to convince her husband into an arranged marriage with Maleficent's goddaughter, Aurora.
At the time it seemed ideal. Maleficent was Elsa's business tutor since middle school, and she knew Aurora for just as long. However what seemed good on paper didn't transcend very well into reality. Eventually the idea was dropped — even though it was still declared on paper that Aurora was her fiancé if neither of them married. Although it was never brought up again, the damage was done, and things got awkward after that. She really had to get that document modified once she was a little older. If things worked out with Anna — that was one thing she never wanted to be brought up.
"Would you like to dance Elsa?" Aurora asked as polite as ever.
No matter how uncomfortable their situation was. Aurora was always kind to her. Besides, last time Elsa recalled, Aurora had eyes for a boy named Phillip on the fencing team. How could she say no?
"I guess."
In their reserved spot the remainder of the gang chatted about random things and made god-awful, Halloween puns. Ariel scanned the dance floor and noticed her monochrome friend dancing Aurora. The girls were in a world of their own and enjoyed catching up with the other's social life. "Didn't know Elsa had a thing for blondes," she commented with a chuckle.
Kristoff's face dropped at the cruel irony of what Ariel said. The underclassman didn't know about the arrangement, but that didn't make him feel any better. His eyes flickered to Anna. She seemed perfectly calm. Maybe because the girl wasn't Esmeralda, and that Elsa held Aurora at a respectable distance.
Once the dance number came to a close the lights went out abruptly. Spotlight after spotlight beamed down on the Halloween party host. "Hey guys and ghouls, we're totally moving the party outside! If you guys remember, you all have these glowing wrist doohickeys. In order for you to get to the party you have to take the lit path of that color through the haunted house. Don't get lost or the ghosts will getcha!" he chuckled before the room went completely dark.
Elsa looked down at her glowing wristband: it was purple. Purple light emitted from the archway of the farthest door on the left. "Guess that's my door," she concluded and walked into the dank hall.
The game had started a while ago, and it had been just as long since she had last seen any of her peers. She wasn't lost, that was for certain, but the mansion was bigger than she expected. The building was far bigger on the inside than it appeared on the outside.
Another purple arrow directed her to turn down a hallway. As she turned down said hall, she collided with a smaller body. She stumbled back. Damn darkness. She pulled out her cellphone and used its flashlight app. "Anna?"
Anna rubbed her shoulder and stumbled around a bit to get to her feet. She staggered back haphazardly, and would have fell had Elsa not a chivalrous person. However her good intentions fell short and the girls tripped backwards into a bookcase. An orange bound tome fell from the shelf.
Stone gritted against stone in the most gruesome way possible. The shriek caused an agonizing noise, and prompted the girls to shelter their ears from the onslaught. It distracted them long enough for the bookcase to revolve. By the time either knew heads or tails of the situation, the bookcase closed with an echo of finality.
Elsa was the first to bang against the wall, and tried to pull books from the shelf. After several failed attempts on both of their ends, they gave up. Shit! They were off the path and now they were lost. The pair pulled out their cellphones, but the outcome yielded futile. Dead signal.
"What do we do now?" Anna asked as she tried to pull at one of the candlestick. In most horror genres the antic rewarded an escape, but in this case the result it bore was candlewax coasting the once clean floor. Drat!
"The only thing we can do is walk around until we bump into someone or find another arrow to guide us outside."
Hours seemed to have passed as they ventured onward into the allegedly haunted mansion. The subtlest of sounds echoed the halls. The creepy knight's armor wasn't doing any favors either. Elsa swore that one set of armor starred at her until she blinked. Afterwards, it returned to its frontward gaze. Creepy shit was creepy.
"Hey Els," Anna called from beside her. Her fingers interlaced into ones that belonged to the monochrome girl beside her. "This place is really creepy. I swear Johnnystein got a real haunted house."
Elsa chuckled at the observation. "Well if it really is haunted, I promise I'll protect you," she vowed with a fanged grin.
A white wisp materialized from the nearby hallway. The pale tendril contorted until it formed into a human-like being. "Oh wow. Johnny did go all out. We get ghosts," she said with finger quotes. Her finger went in to poke the entity and her hand went right through. "Figures. Projection." The ghost let out a tormented moan before it grabbed her wrist to remove her hand.
Elsa turned pale as a sheet. Projections weren't supposed to be able to touch. Her head turned behind her. "Anna… it's real…"
That was all that needed to be said for Anna to grab Elsa and run like hell. All aboard the nope train; next stop Fuck-that-shit-ville!
The ghost watched as the two bolted down the hall and out of his grasp. It let out another moan before it smacked its head. It was just trying to direct them on the right path to the party. "Dracula isn't going to like this. Better tell Johnny…"
Up the stairwell, down the hall, two left turns, and a quick right. They ran. It was until they came across a particular door before Anna pulled Elsa into the hovel. The pair was in close proximity.
Anna clung to Elsa by her black suspenders and striped shirt. "What the hell kind of party is this? Revolving bookcases, moving armor; and now ghost? You know what? I think that Dracula guy was a legit vampire," she muttered in a panic.
Elsa worked up a sweat in her costume. It didn't matter that it was autumn. All that black she wore was hot as hell! She took a calm breath and analyzed their situation. "We'll be all right. We just need to remain calm and find a way out. After that, we will never speak of this night again," she gulped.
Elsa was scared too. Creepypasta monsters didn't scare her, but old school monsters had a notorious history of terror. She wound one of her arms around the girl she loved and pulled her close.
Anna stared up to Elsa. The demented clown ensemble may have been from a tale of a twisted entity that enjoyed the torment of others, but she knew that the girl behind the make-up — that those crystalline azure eyes —wouldn't let harm befall her. That she was safe in this embrace. She leaned into the monochrome girl: their faces just centimeters apart.
Elsa leaned down also. She felt Anna's breath tickle her lips.
A bright light blinded the two as a red-haired, blue skinned boy came into view. Jonathan. "About time I found- Whoa, whoa, whoa! You guys cannot make out in here. Usually I wouldn't mind, but this place isn't mine. You'll have to take it outside. Come on," he said as he left the closet to lead the way to the party outdoors.
Between Elsa's white make-up and all the splattered blood on Anna, no one would be able to recognize that there was a deep red flush on their faces. Were they really about to make out in a closet? So close!
Loud voices and cheers came from the opposite side of the heavy, wooden door. Anna pushed the door open to see all of the spotlights on a large stage. Jonathan jumped onto the stage to join a werewolf, a floating pair of sunglasses, a mummy, and a reanimated corpse. He started to rap lyrics to a song that only the people on stage knew.
"Zinging in the air and I don't have a care. I'm winging from the zing that we share," the gauzed monster sung in auto-tuner. A bat flew onto the stage and… turned into a girl… vampire… whatever. This night was very confusing. "Zinging in the rain, now I'm feeling no pain," she sung. "It's a real time for celebrating, cause you're my zing," they chorused.
Elsa took Anna by the hand and they joined their peers to watch the performance. The vampire, known as Dracula, came on stage to join in as they settled into the masses. One problem persisted: Anna was shorter than the person in front of her. Why did tall people always have to block the little guy? She huffed at one of her stray strands of hair until a pair of feminine — yet strong — hands lifted her into the air. The cheerleader yipped as she was set upon Elsa's shoulder.
The girl underneath her flashed her a fanged smile.
"Elsa put me down. I'm heavy," Anna stammered. Her previous blush returned with vengeance.
Elsa rolled her eyes at the request. "Don't worry Anna, I don't bite… unless the situation calls for it," she teased as she licked over her row of false fangs. The girl on her shoulders gulped at the comment. "Besides, you forget that I'm stronger than most girls. You're light as a feather and I have no problem with you on my shoulders," she said in honesty.
The hype of the crowd brought them back to the fact that it was more than them in the area. Dracula and Jonathan continued the rap with all they had. "You better grab a box of strings and get ready to cling. Cause if love was money, you'd better be yelling cha-ching; next to a zing, Cupid's arrow's a little bee sting. It was a zing and a zang and a zingididy, and there was one only one lady in the zing for me. Cause when you zing (when you zing)! You better know one little thing: the only thing you're gonna sling is a wedding ring!" A purple haze went over the stage as the crowd went wild. The pair had to admit it: the performers were impressive and they joined their peers in cheering them on. The vampire released his captives from his mist and they continued their performance well into the night.
(A/N: This chapter was one hell of a chapter to write, but I had fun doing it and it cheered me up to be able to write something for Hotel Transylvania. Hope you guys enjoyed some of the fluff in the chapter. This chapter's songs did consist You Are My Song by David Archuleta and You're My Zing from Hotel Transylvania. Don't own either of those songs or the lyrics so don't sue me. If anything I've encouraged someone out there to listen to David Archuleta or watch Hotel Transylvania. The power of ElsAnna compels you! Just stick around guys, I've got more in store for you guys. See you guys next time.)
