Day 30: In Which Anna's Assumptions Are Not That Off The Mark
"I'm just saying, you had a whole month of foreplay going on. I wouldn't blame you if you jumped his bones as soon as this stupid quarantine is over."
Elsa groaned. She was starting to regret ever telling Anna about her neighbor. Even if she had kept the details as innocuous as possible, her sister's hyperactive imagination was showing to be a force to be reckoned with...
"All those pregnancy hormones are starting to get to you, sister dearest," Elsa mumbled.
Anna let out a dramatic huff. "Tell me I'm wrong though."
Elsa glared at her computer screen as she stirred her tea, the rhythmic clanking against the mug helping to keep her grounded. "You certainly are, Anna. There was no foreplay."
"I can hear the lie in your voice, Elsa," Anna stated, smirking at her sister. "Is he the guy you're Netflix and Chilling with?"
She choked on her beverage, falling victim to a violent cough fit. She tapped around blindly for a napkin as she stuttered, "No—I'm not Netflix and Chilling with anyone!"
"When can I meet him?"
"If I have any saying in it, probably never," Elsa said with a glare.
"Rude! What do you mean, you don't want me to meet him—"
Elsa cleared her throat, sitting up and smoothing down the front of her shirt. "Anyway, how's Kristoff doing?"
"Don't even remind me of that goon!"
"Why? What happened?"
"He skydived off the roof—"
"No, I didn't! I tripped!" Kristoff shouted over Anna's voice.
Anna rolled her eyes. "Kristoff decided that the lockdown, the one moment when we're being warned to avoid hospitals, was the perfect time to fix a leak on the roof. Because, you know, he's a TOTAL DUMBASS!"
Elsa sucked in a breath. "Is he okay?"
"He snapped his arm in two."
"It's a hairline fracture!"
"It's still a broken bone!" Anna yelled, glaring at something over the screen.
Not a second of muffled sounds later, Kristoff appeared behind Anna, wrapping his good arm around her neck and covering her mouth. As he looked straight at the camera, he declared, "Just so you know, I'm fine, Elsa. There is no reason to worry, your sister is just being paranoid. As per usual."
"Get out of here! This is MY video call!" Anna roared, shoving him out of frame.
Elsa chuckled. "Glad to know that things are still as lively as ever in the Bjorgman residence."
"Hey, if you're gonna keep mocking me, we can always go back to discussing your sexy boy toy."
"HE IS NOT MY BOY TOY!"
