Taylor ran up the stairs, and after a close call with the floor, she slid into her room. Quickly throwing her wet clothes at the corner where her dirty laundry basket say, Taylor started changing into a clean hoodie and pants. She felt a bit dumb, forgetting that Elsa could magically create clothes made of ice, but at least she remembered now. Still, she was going to need an excuse for Dad whenever he decided to show up. She could say that Elsa was a friend from school, but she looked more like a freshman at a college than a high school student. A tutor from the library then? But where would Elsa stay the night? Taylor didn't want her sister to leave, not after all the time they had spent apart. She was sure that the two of them could come up with something.
Making sure that she was comfortable, yet presentable, Taylor quickly left her room. Hopefully Elsa knew how to make hot chocolate. Who knew when was the last time she made herself that delicious drink? Did Elsa even know how to use the kitchen? She did live in a castle most of her life before moving out to the wilderness. Practically sliding down the stairs, Taylor ran straight into the kitchen, earning a weird look from a confused Elsa leaning against the kitchen counter as she took a sip from one of Taylor's coffee mugs.
"If you think I'll set the house on fire, you don't have to worry." Elsa said dryly with one of her eyebrows raised, a half-smirk forming on her lips. She formed a snowflake in the hand that wasn't holding the hot chocolate, and dissolved it into nothing soon after.
"N-No no. I have complete faith that you could make yourself hot chocolate." And totally not burn down the house. Taylor felt her face start to heat up.
Elsa's smirk remained as she took another sip from Taylor's mug. She sighed softly, tapping her finger against the ceramic.
"It's been decades since I've drank something." Elsa's smirk turned into a smile. "Thank you."
Taylor's mouth dropped. "How long has it been since you've eaten something?" Decades without drinking anything? How was Elsa still alive? Well, aside from being immortal.
Elsa paused for a second, placing a finger on her perfect chin. "I haven't eaten a real meal in about a hundred years if I remember right. The last time I drank something was about the Second World War." She took another sip from the hot chocolate mug, avoiding Taylor's stare. Taylor licked her dry lips. Elsa looked like she was going to continue speaking, but she paused at the last second.
Elsa placed the mug on the counter and wrapped her arms around herself. Taylor was about to speak, when Elsa interrupted her.
"Do you have any marshmallows?" She was obviously trying to change the conversation.
Another pang of pain struck Taylor's forehead.
A large hand made of ice and snow wrapped itself around Taylor's waist, and suddenly she was sent flying through the air.
Internally shaking the memories out of her head, Taylor slowly walked up to Elsa, whose hands were now digging into her ice-fabric covered arms, the sleeves slowly covering themselves in a light frost. Elsa held herself tighter as Taylor lightly touched her sister's cheek.
"You don't have to be afraid, Elsa." Taylor whispered. "Please don't shut me out. I'm here for you, and I'll never let you go." She pulled Elsa into a tight hug which the older woman returned.
"Thank you, Anna." Elsa whispered into Taylor's ear. Pulling away slowly, Taylor gave her sister a smile.
"Let's get you something to eat."
Then they could have that talk, for the first time in forever.
"Elsa?"
"Yes Anna?"
"You know, I was thinking that maybe, well if it's ok with you. Maybe you could, uh…" Taylor paused as she filled her mouth with a bite of cheap, frozen pizza. Elsa sat across from her, politely cutting into her own slice with a fork and knife.
"Yes?"
"Could you call me Taylor? At least whenever others are around. Plus Dad would think it's a bit weird that you call me by my middle name." Taylor held her breath, anticipating Elsa's reaction.
Elsa's face stayed neutral, a look that Taylor knew she used whenever she didn't want others knowing what she really thought.
"Of course, Taylor." Elsa said after a few seconds of silence. Taylor nodded as she took another bite of the pizza. She really wanted to give Elsa a better meal, but the rain had started pouring even harder. That and she didn't want to pay extra for delivery. Plus that increased the risk of Dad asking more questions. "I-I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."
"No!" Taylor blurted out, a piece of chewed up pizza falling out of her mouth. Swallowing and wiping her mouth, Taylor reached out and touched Elsa's arm. "It doesn't make me uncomfortable. I just think that it would be better if we played it safe for now. I don't know how Dad would react to all of this." Taylor pointed at her head.
"I understand." Elsa said with an awkward nod. She went back to eating silently. Taylor grab the piece of pizza that fell and placed it back in her mouth.
Not even a second later she heard Elsa start giggling, a hand held over her mouth. Taylor simply shrugged in response.
"Food is food."
The fact that Elsa was here, made the cheap pizza taste so much better.
They never noticed the doorknob slowly started to turn.
A/N
Don't you guys love cliffhangers. I watched a few of the deleted scenes/songs from Frozen 2 and I was blown away. I seek the truth and Home should have been in the movie. It would have made Elsa abdicating as queen with Anna taking her place feel more natural.
I hope disney does a What if series with Frozen, like the Twisted Tales book Conceal don't feel.
Anyways, do you prefer Frozen 1 or Frozen 2?
Replies to comments
Osterreicher97: The books actually confirm that a Lord Peterssen served as regent for Elsa after her parents died. He also served as regent for King Agnarr after his own father died in the Enchanted Forest. He was the only one to know that Iduna was Northuldra.
Fangirl: I also like Elsa.
To the one guest that named themself Krieg Schnee for some reason: Your comments confuse me.
To the other guest that keeps complaining: Stop being a troll, and not the rock ones.