A/N:
Okay, I'm REALLY sorry that this is super late. I had been busy with school and I, quite frankly, wasn't very happy with this fic. Buuut I'd hate to leave you guys hanging, so enjoy this chapter (hopefully).
Today is the day.
Okay, I may have been saying that for the whole week now, but I was never able to actually confess to Elsa, because during the few times I tried, I was interrupted by an excited Rapunzel running towards us, a phone call from my mom (phone calls interrupt everything, don't they?), and well, I guess we've just been really busy with school work lately.
Or maybe I'm just telling myself that, because deep down, I actually want to delay it. But no. I can do this. I was born ready.
Except that Elsa was coming over. That could be my chance, but I just don't know if this is a good thing.
Because it could also be an incredibly stupid idea.
"You okay, feistypants?" A masculine voice reverberates in my ears as we walk through the school corridors.
"Yeah, are you all right, Anna? You seem to be thinking about something," Elsa voices concernedly.
I crack a smile. "Oh, I'm fine! Great, actually."
That is, until I see that stupid, sideburned douchebag casually leaning against one of the lockers with a smug look on his face. The auburn-haired boy spares us a glance.
"Losers," he mutters as he rolls his eyes.
I growl in response, as we continue walking past him. Kristoff merely glares at him, while Elsa gently holds onto my forearm.
"Has he bothered you since last time?" Kristoff asks.
"Nah, not really. Thank goodness."
"What? Anna, did Hans hurt you?" The platinum blonde's eyes widens, then she scrunches her eyebrows.
"N-No!"
She raises a slender eyebrow at me, unconvinced.
"I mean, kinda? But-"
"When? What did he do?"
"Elsa, it's not a big deal."
"I beg to differ," she deadpans.
"It was last week. All he did was call me the 'd-slur' and pushed me to the ground in front of some other students-"
The platinum blonde stops dead on her tracks, causing Kristoff and I to halt as well. "He what?"
Hoo boy.
"It really isn't that serious! It only happened once. And I can handle myself. Right, Kristoff?" I nudge the blond man to my left as a nervous chuckle left my lips. He merely rubs the back of his neck and darts his eyes between the both of us in response.
Elsa looks over her shoulder and glares at where Hans still stood, several meters away. "I swear, if he tries to pull another stunt on you like that again…" she seethes.
"Don't worry about it. He can't hurt me. I won't let him," I say determinedly.
She sighs. "You could have at least told me."
I would have. If I hadn't gotten distracted seeing you walking with Belle when you came from your French class several minutes after it happened. I'm so pathetic.
"I know, Els. Sorry I didn't tell you."
"I just don't want you to get hurt." Her face softened.
I grin in response, taking her hand in mine.
"Thanks, Elsa. But I'll be okay. I promise."
She smiles at me lopsidedly, and my face warms up. How is she so effortlessly cute?
A faint blush creeps up her cheeks.
But that may just have been my imagination.
Our burly blond friend coughs awkwardly to catch our attention. "Do you guys plan to go home or would you rather stand there and hold hands?"
I feel my cheeks redden even more.
Oh. Right.
Once we continued our traversal to the exit, Kristoff teasingly nudged me with a knowing smirk on his face.
I might have elbowed him on his side a little too hard.
Upon arrival at the main hallway of the school, we immediately spot Rapunzel, Cassandra and Eugene standing by the exit. Raps' face brightens up as her eyes lay on us, while Cass and Eugene were bickering...as usual.
"Hi, guys!" I greet them enthusiastically as we approach.
Raps looks over her shoulder at us and smiles. "Hey!"
"Why are those two going at it again?" Kristoff gestures with his head towards the two brunettes with a smirk.
"Your smoulder is absolutely ridiculous. Literally no one is attracted to it." I hear Cass retort.
"Excuse me? I'll have you know that the ladies swoon over my smoulder. Right, Blondie?"
"Eugene, you're charming and all, but-"
"Ha! She said I'm charming. I win," he expresses smugly, crossing his arms over his chest.
Cass merely facepalms.
"Anyway," Eugene says dismissively. "What goes on, fellas?"
"Elsa's going to my house later. You guys should totally join!" I squeal.
"Yeah, it could be fun," Elsa says with a soft smile.
"I'd love to! But Eugene and I are going on a date tonight."
"Cass?"
"Thanks, but I'm about to hit the gym."
"Again? Cassandra, you probably scare off all potential boyfriends with how tough you are," Eugene remarks, which earned him a slap on the arm from his girlfriend.
"Eugene," Raps warns him.
The short-haired brunette girl raises an eyebrow at him, unamused. "Good."
"What about you, Kristoff? Would you like to join Anna and I?" Elsa inquires.
"Nah, you girls have fun. I have to be home for a family dinner, anyway."
I give the blond boy a glare which only meant, 'I know what you're doing'.
The platinum blonde shrugs. "It's just you and I, I suppose."
"Ugh, we all need to get together and hang out sometime soon, though! It's been a while."
Cass raises an eyebrow. "But we see each other, like, almost every day in school."
"We meant actually hanging out outside of school and doing something fun!" The golden-blonde chirps as she grasps my hand and Elsa's in excitement. I give her hand a friendly squeeze in response.
"Well, with me, anything is bound to be fun," Eugene utters with a smirk.
"Ugh," Cass groans as she rolls her eyes.
Kristoff chuckles. "All right, guys. Let's all just get going."
After we had bade our goodbyes and gone our separate ways, Elsa and I began walking towards my house. Once we arrived, I noticed several dollar bills on the kitchen countertop. Mom left pizza money before she left for work. Thanks, mom!
"Hey, Elsa. Mom left some money. Wanna have pizza for dinner?"
"Sounds good."
You know what else sounds good right now? Chocolate ice cream.
After I've retrieved a large bowl of it, plus two teaspoons from the kitchen, I plop down next to Elsa on the couch.
"Seriously, Anna? You're going to eat that much ice cream?"
"Hey, I was planning to share! And don't say you don't want some. It's your favorite flavour."
"Fine. I guess I'll have just a bit. I wouldn't want to stuff myself with dessert before dinner."
I playfully roll my eyes as I set the glassware on the coffee table in front of us, and begin to dig in.
Now seems a good time as any. Come on, Anna. You can do this.
As I bring another scoop of ice cream into my mouth, I spare a glance at the platinum blonde to my right. She seems to be thinking hard about something. Her lips are pursed as she cradles her hand with the other, eyes focusing on nothing in particular.
My eyebrows scrunch up in concern. "Hey, you okay?"
"I'm fine, Anna."
"You know you can tell me anything, right?"
She was probably thinking about Belle or something. As if I'd enjoy hearing anything about that. But I decided not to ask Elsa about it, since she's always insisted that it is nothing more than a silly crush. Plus, I'd like to think that I'm a good best friend.
"I know." She grins. "But it's nothing serious," she says as she zips her bag open and retrieves her math notebook and a ballpen.
"Uh, what are you doing?"
"Homework." Elsa opens the notebook and starts solving equations. What a nerd. The weekend hasn't even started yet!
"Why?"
"Because...it's a requirement?" She says as if it were a question. "Maybe you should start on yours as well."
"Hell, no! I have the weekend to do that. I'm just gonna relax, enjoy my ice cream and scroll through social media, laughing at memes."
Elsa reaches out and takes a chocolate ice cream filled teaspoon into her mouth, looking at me questioningly. It was almost..seductive.
Almost.
"Well, I can be productive and indulge in my favorite flavor of ice cream," she utters before busying herself with dreadful math equations.
Time rolled around and it was close to dinnertime. Thus, we decided to order some long-awaited pizza. Elsa looked at me in bewilderment, confused as to how I could still be starving after devouring three fourths of the large bowl of ice cream.
We had started watching a movie side-by-side on the couch when the pizza arrived, and went about our meal in slightly comfortable silence. 'Slightly' because I felt uneasy about how I would confess and what could possibly happen after I did. About halfway through the film, the pizza was all but consumed. A pizza box, plates, half-full glasses filled with soda, and the ice cream bowl from earlier sat idly on the coffee table.
At some point, my eyes start to dart all across the room, and I'm not paying attention to the movie anymore.
You got this, Anna Coleman. She's your best friend and she loves you. It can't be that bad. Nope. No biggie at all.
I gulp and tuck a nonexistent strand of hair behind my hair, before gingerly turning to look at her.
"Elsa?"
"Hmm?" She hums in response, her eyes still on the television.
"I'm just curious, uhhh," I trail off for a while. "W-What would you do...if someone confessed to you that they liked you?"
"Well, uhm, I would be flattered, I suppose."
"What about if, you know, they were...I don't know, a close friend of yours?"
She pauses for a while in thought. "I'd be a little shocked to say the least. But if I didn't feel the same way about them, I wouldn't treat them any differently, because I'd value them and their friendship. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, no reason! I was just...just wondering, that's all." I clear my throat.
Then, silence.
"What about, hypothetically, uhm…" an awkward cough leaves my mouth. "If...it were your...uh," my voice slightly betrays me as I stuttered a little. "If it were someone extremely close to you? Like, say, uhm," I swallow. "A best friend…?"
Her eyes widen a fraction.
Dumbass. Abort mission, abort mi-
"I..." She trails off. "What?"
"I was hoping you would catch my drift." I cut her off chuckling nervously before heaving a sigh. "I've kept this for so long and, uhm, I finally decided to be honest with you, so w-what I mean is," I begin as I take a deep breath, then look her in the eyes. Here it goes. "Elsa, I like you, okay? Well, that would be understating it, actually. 'Cause I've been kinda, sorta, maybe hopelessly in love with you for like, uh, two years, a-and I kept it from you all this time, because I was scared. I was scared of how you and everyone would react, and I was especially scared of losing you, because…" A brief pause. I gulp as I stare down at the carpet. "You mean the world to me and... I love being your best friend. "
My eyes gaze up at her again, and her jaw is hanging loose as she continues to stare at me in surprise.
"We're best friends, and I shouldn't be in love with you...but that's how I feel." A weak smile forms on my lips. "And...I think you deserve to know that."
"Anna, I-"
"I hope this doesn't change anything between us. I'm...not expecting anything, really. You're my best friend, and that's all that matters. I just...needed to let this out, is all."
"Ann-"
"And please," I utter, cutting her off once more. "Don't let this affect how you feel for Belle. What I told you the other day is still true. You like her and if you're happy, then I'm happy."
"Anna."
I blink, realizing that I was probably talking a little too much. Again. "Yes?"
The platinum blonde takes a deep breath before exhaling, as if to calm herself.
"A-Actually," she says shakily. "I also need to...tell you something. I was about to tell you the other day." Right. I vaguely recall when she was about to tell me something until she abruptly needed to go home last Monday. Must have been something weighing heavily on her mind.
"I...never truly had a crush on Belle."
"Wait, what?" I sit up straight and stare at her, perplexed.
"Yes, uhm, I was...in denial." She wraps her arms around her middle. "About, uhm, s-something."
"In denial?" I question, quirking up an eyebrow. "About what?"
She takes another deep breath, not unlike the way I did so just a few minutes ago. "It's because I…" She says something I can't hear.
"I didn't quite catch that."
The platinum blonde nervously bites her lip. "I think I like you, too, Anna," Elsa whispers as she stares down guiltily at her pale hands on her lap. The color of her cheeks turning into a deep pink.
"Wait, what?"
I've got to stop saying that.
A warm feeling settles in my stomach.
The platinum blonde shifts her gaze back to me. "Yeah. Uhm, I suppose I merely projected that onto Belle? Because I didn't want to fully acknowledge that I...might have had feelings for you," my best explains as she smiles sheepishly at me. Her cheeks are flushed. "And you know very well that I was never the best with feelings," she added with a light chuckle.
She...likes me back? Woah, woah, hold on. This is way to be good to be true.
I can feel my own face warm up as I tuck a braid behind my ear. "O-Oh, wow." I chuckle awkwardly. My heart is racing. However, another thought interrupts my excitement. "Wait a sec, you didn't lead her on, did you?"
"Oh, no. Of course not. I never gave her even the slightest idea that I had feelings for her. We're only friends as far as she and I are concerned."
That isn't hard to believe. Elsa is pretty good at hiding what she actually feels and keeping her feelings to herself (which isn't necessarily good all the time, though). Besides, she isn't a jerk-face who would do something like that. Nope, she's too considerate.
And here we are. I have feelings for my freaking best friend, and it turns out she likes me back.
I begin chuckling to myself.
"What's so funny?"
"N-Nothing. It's just…this...you...me. I don't know. This is a little funny, don't ya think? We went through all this, and it turns out our feelings are mutual."
"That is quite funny, I suppose."
"I even cried like a baby to my mom about it a week ago-"
"Oh, Anna."
"Then kinda panicked to Kristoff about these feelings that same day."
"And it turned out you that you didn't have to be afraid after all."
A giggle escapes my lips. "I could tell you the same thing."
She beams at me.
"Since when did you like me, though?" My eyebrows scrunch up in curiosity.
"Towards the end of junior year, I think."
"Oh. Well, seems like I've been smitten with you for longer. Two years." I lean slightly forward, smirking. "And counting."
The platinum blonde giggles. "You're...cute."
Dammit, Elsa.
My lips form into a smile. "Not as cute as you."
Afterwards, we shift our attention back to the TV screen and sit in silence. Several minutes afterwards, I nibble my lip as I gingerly swivel my head to sneak a glance at Elsa.
Only to find her already gazing at me.
Her eyes widen, then she swiftly averts her gaze and looks away. A blush creeps up her countenance. I smile to myself.
Fucking adorable.
Still, I find myself staring at her. She's wearing her favorite blue sweater and black leggings, along with a pair of white footsocks. The platinum blonde's legs were elegantly crossed as she leaned against the armrest of the couch; her elbows propping her up as she rests her cheek on her knuckles.
Elsa tentatively turns to look at me again, catching my silent admiration. I smile fondly at her and she reciprocates. I scoot closer to her and gently took her hand in mine. Emboldened, I lean in and give her a tender, lingering kiss on the cheek. After I pull away, my eyes meet hers and I feel a pleasant, sinking sensation in my stomach. Her cheeks flush a deeper shade of red, and so does mine. I rest my head on her shoulder and heave a sigh. Elsa responds by intertwining our fingers together and leaning her cheek against the top of my head. She strokes the back of my thumb with her own, and right then and there, I just feel like this is probably the best day of my life.
Once the credits start rolling, I sit up straight and switch the TV off with the remote.
I gave her hand a squeeze. "That was a nice movie."
Elsa hummed in agreement.
Glancing at my watch, I notice that it was past 9 PM.
"Hey, shouldn't you be heading home yet?"
"Not really. My parents know I'm at your place and they trust you, you know." She pauses for a moment to think. "This has been...lovely. But maybe I should go home. This school week has drained the life out of me."
I purse my lips. "Hey, uh, do you wanna spend the night? You can borrow one of my jammies. Or well, I'm pretty sure you have some clothes here, too."
Then, the implication of what I just said causes my eyes to widen.
"N-Not like that, I mean! We literally just confessed our feelings and nothing's official yet. Hell, we haven't even kissed." But I would very much like to. "I don't even-oh my god-"
The sound of my best friend's giggles interrupts my babbling, her left hand coming up to cover her lips as her eyes crinkled.
"I know, Anna." She smiles affectionately as she places her hand on mine. "There's no pressure for either of us here. We're best friends, remember?"
I grasp her hand once more. "Yeah. We are."
"Good. And yes, I would love to stay over. I'll just let my parents know."
Elsa subsequently lets go of my hand and reaches for her phone in her pocket to send her parents a text. Meanwhile, I begin cleaning the coffee table, heading to the kitchen with the empty pizza box, as well as two used plates in my hands.
Shortly afterwards, the platinum blonde saunters towards the kitchen sink, holding an empty glass in each hand.
"Here, I'll help you wash these," Elsa offers.
I turn around to face her after disposing the pizza box in a garbage bag. She opens the faucet and starts washing a glass.
"Oh, Elsa. It's fine. I can handle it."
"No, I insist."
"Come on, get out of the way." I playfully splash her with the water running from the faucet.
"Oh, you did not," she says threateningly as she does the same, blobs of foam from the soap making contact with my face.
A chuckle escapes my lips as my hands reach up to wipe my face. "Stinker."
"You still have some soap on your face," she says amusedly, gesturing at the bottom left side of her own countenance.
"Oh." I try repeating my actions from earlier.
"Other side, Anna. Here." Elsa reaches her hand out to touch my face as she gently wipes the corner of my mouth, ridding it of the substance. "There you go." She smiles lopsidedly.
I grin back at her. My best friend is just...so pretty. No. Gorgeous.
I still can't believe it's mutual.
After a few moments, my eyes almost involuntarily avert to her lips. God, I really, really wanna kiss her right now. I unconsciously lick my lips.
It's probably too soon for that, though.
I focus my attention back to her eyes, which were slightly widened. But her intense gaze never left, her fingers still on my freckled face.
She must have noticed. Why can't keep I these hormones in control, dammit.
Before either of us could decide our next move, my mom abruptly bursts through the front door.
"Hi, girls!"
We swiftly pull away from each other, Elsa's delicate fingers swiftly departing from my face, much to my dismay.
"Good evening, Aunt Margaret."
"Hey, mom."
She walks up to us, her handbag hanging on the crook of her arm, and she kisses me on the forehead, then breams at Elsa.
"Are you staying the night, Elsa?"
"Yes, I am."
"I hope Anna has made you feel at home and comfortable here."
Heat creeps up my neck to my cheeks. Maybe a little too comfortable, heh.
"She always does." It's her turn to blush.
"Right." There's a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Well, I can handle this right here," she says, gesturing at the still unwashed glasses and plates. "You girls go get some rest or whatever it is you teenagers do."
Elsa was about to say something until I beat her to it.
"Okay, mom. Thanks!" I voice as I grasp Elsa's wrist and pull her towards the stairs, exiting the living room. But not without Elsa voicing a 'thank you' in my mom's direction.
Once we had entered my room, we decided to call it a day. School really has been a pain in the butt and sleep pretty much sounds like heaven right now. After we both had freshened up and changed into our pajamas, we laid on the bed side by side, staring at the ceiling.
"I can't believe you like me," my voice breaks the comfortable silence
Elsa turns her head in my direction. "What?"
"I can't believe you like me back. I mean...it's just me."
"Just you?"
"Yeah."
"You're the most beautiful girl I know."
I turn my head to look at her.
"You're the most beautiful girl I know."
She smiles and turns to lay on her side, so her entire body is facing me. A grin finds its way to my face.
Until I yawn.
I hear a giggle reach my ears. "Come on, let's just go to sleep."
"Mmkay."
She leans forward and kisses me on the cheek. Her palm rested briefly on my stomach as she did so.
"Good night, Anna."
"Mm, g'night."
The platinum blonde flashes me one last smile before she turns away, her back facing me.
My eyes feel so heavy and I'm barely awake, but after a few minutes, I decisively–and drowsily–scoot towards Elsa until my body is flush against hers, before draping an arm over her waist. Her hand wraps around mine and she brings it up to her chin. Suddenly, there's brief and gentle pressure on the back of my hand. A familiar warm and pleasant sensation settles in my stomach once more before sleep completely engulfs me.
A/N:
Just one chapter (and maybe a short epilogue) to go! This was just really meant to be a short and fluffy fic. The premise isn't exactly original, but I really just wanted to do this for fun! Hopefully I don't take five whole ass months to update this *facepalms*. But thanks for sticking around! Again, I'm sorry for the late update.
And yes, I watched Frozen 2 like three times at the cinemas. It was amazing.