opened up drabbles on tumblr. this one was from olofahere: Modern AU, related. Anna is going through Elsa's search/browser history, for reasons. It slowly dawns on her, based on what she sees, that Elsa is in love with her. (*Slowly.* NO "how 2 sex w/ sister" Google searches.)

Anna swears she's not actually snooping. It's just that she's really desperate to find this awesome website for an assignment, only last time she'd found it she'd used Elsa's laptop because Elsa's uni credentials are actually like, useful, and Anna's just a poor high school senior (so really she doesn't get any help at all). For once, too, her sister is out of the house (a therapist appointment; though Anna's supportive, she's not quite sure why Elsa needs to keep going. She's not on antidepressants or anything. She's just a little shy. Does all her uni work from home and watches the classes online. She's still a well-adjusted individual).

Except Elsa's search history is kind of. Troubling. And Anna most certainly does not want to snoop, and she definitely isn't. It's just. She's gotta read the link to make sure it's not (or it is) the one she wants. A lot of them a google searches, which isn't too bad. Or, they shouldn't be too bad except they kinda are.

dealing with unrequited feelings

Aww, poor Elsa. Anna ends up spending most of her time frowning and thinking about her sister. Once upon a time, they would share everything – well, almost everything. Elsa's never been particularly open with her feelings, even if Anna's not really known for holding her tongue. But as they got older, Elsa withdrew. Not a lot, but enough.

But this explains it! Elsa's been in love this whole time and she did what she always did – withdraw. Now that Anna knows the truth, she can help!

Maybe.

She clicks on one of the links – a reddit thread – and starts reading. At this point, she probably is snooping, but it's in the name of helping her sister.

And wow, Elsa has it bad.

How do I get over a girl? (details inside)

… She has it really bad.

Hello, everyone. I've lurked here for a while, but no one else seems to have the same issue as I have. In essence, I'm in love with a girl. I've known her for a very long time, and avoidance is impossible. I love her, but I care about her so much more than that. She's worth more than that. Any advice would be appreciated. Thank you.

Anna finds herself frowning again. It's really more of a pout, because wow Elsa's been suffering with this for weeks, if not months.

She backs out of that because she doesn't really need to see more, except it goes straight back into the history tab, and now that Anna knows more, she starts to (consciously) try and figure out who Elsa likes.

As terrible it is for her to admit, her sister…doesn't exactly have a lot of friends. Maybe Belle? The bookish Frenchwoman has come over a few times, and she certainly seems like the sort of person Elsa would be into (not that Anna really knows, though…). She's also got a boyfriend, as far as Anna's aware, so a thread detailing a "crush on a girl who absolutely would never like me like that" is accurate.

But then Anna stumbles on another one which goes into greater detail the 'known a long time' issue.

…part of my life for years. Almost as long as I've been alive, to be quite honest…

So, not Belle. She'd only moved countries in the last year-or-so. Family friend?

That would pass, perhaps, except for the fact that they don't see them all that often – so, avoidance is definitely a possibility in that case. Wracking her brain, Anna truly can't think of any girl Elsa spent enough time with. The only one Elsa would see regularly is…

Her. Anna.

Hah, but that's preposterous. And a little. Euch. For one thing, Elsa would have better taste than her dorky sister, and for another, it's her dorky sister, and Elsa certainly has more sense than that.

Except… the longer that thought's inside Anna's head, the less she's able to ignore it. It makes sense. The pulling away, for one. The comments she'd made online. There was definitely no way Elsa could avoid her, they lived in the same house. "Almost as long as I've been alive."

Holy shit. Holy- holy shit.

Anna forces herself to take a breath. Some obscure google searches don't mean anything, and Anna knows she's got a habit of jumping the gun. Her chest feels heavy and her stomach does a funny flip, but just because she thinks she's right doesn't mean she actually is.

Exiting out of Elsa's computer, assignment completely gone from her mind, she ends up just sitting numbly on the couch until Elsa gets home. It's snowing, and her sister's face is flushed. And Anna can appreciate how much of a looker her sister is. Baby-round cheeks and soft, blonde hair. She's got the wide blue eyes and perfect smile, and just enough flaws by way of a crooked eye-tooth and chickenpox scar to be human.

Anna stands up and hugs her as soon as she walks through the door, red-face from the chill, and with the way her sister responds – holding tight and tense until Anna squeezes, and then loosening up and enveloping her completely.

…. Anna's got some idea what those therapist appointments are for now.