Barrier


Elsa was afraid.

She is, and she knows the reason for it. She could eternally deny it, yet her heart says otherwise, so instead she doesn't want to speak about it, not to anyone, not to Anna and not to him... No, no, no.

God, no.

Especially not him.

Calculus was supposed to be the sole reason for her to think about, but a certain silvery-blue eyes are now a constant visitor in her thoughts.

He smiled, and only by that action, he'd created a massive explosion. All those barricade of pretenses, donning her mask of solidarity, walls that she'd built —gone.

She was truly afraid, not of him, but for her sake, when she found herself smiling in her room, only his memory of him flashing his dazzling smile.

And she was terribly afraid when she smiles back.