Everyone has some type of hobby, from collecting to drawing. Elsa's was writing.
She didn't think she was any good at it. After all it was only poems depicting pain and betrayal.
Not worth a second glance, right?
Belle had a much different view on it when Elsa shared. A more positive one.
Her normal smile grew somehow wider as her eyes scanned the lined paper.
"Elsa... This is amazing," she breathed, lowering the page to look at the fidgeting blonde beside her.
Said blonde scoffed. "Yeah, sure. What do you really think?"
She'd never cared for someone's opinion before then. It had never been needed.
But now she found herself silently hoping Belle wasn't just being nice.
Belle wasn't that type of person though. She said what she meant.
She laid the papers back in their file and nodded, picking at the corner of a lose page. The material was soft, worn. These must have been older.
"I'm serious, Elsa. These are amazing. Do you have any more?"
Of course she did. A lifetime of misery had led Elsa to fill binder after binder, then folder after folder.
No one knew though. Not even Anna. Not till now, at least.
Knowing someone now knew... It was strange, in a good way.
She shrugged and looked down into her lap.
"Well yeah, a few. B-but you don't have to read them of course. I mean they're kind of bad, and I kn-"
Belle leaned over swiftly and ended the awkward moment, lips pressing gingerly to the other woman's.
She knew, after a week, just how little Elsa enjoyed physical contact, but this was one exception.
The blonde certainly shut up when the brief encounter was over, unsure what response she should give.
In the end, she settled for simply smiling lightly.
"I guess I'll go get those poems, then."
Anna wasn't unaware of the change in her sibling. She didn't yet know the cause, but she was working on that.
For a little less than a week, Elsa had grown... Well Anna didn't really know.
The blonde was no more talkative or open than she had been, yet Anna could just feel something different.
Call it intuition.
Whatever had her sister in this state was welcome, of course. Anna was just dying to figure it out.
And Hans wasn't helping. He seemed to want little to do with Anna's elder sister, sidetracking the conversation whenever she was brought up.
So it was down to her to come up with a reasonable conclusion.
She considered multiple possibilities. Her favorite was the thought that maybe she'd finally made an impression.
Never in a million years did it cross her mind that Elsa had found someone special to her.
Because Anna was supposed to be the special one. She was just getting her sister back.
Now it seemed she was losing her all over again.