"Wait, wait, wait, Elsa. Let me just catch up a bit before we go storming off into the forest, okay?" Anna managed to stop Elsa mid-march, "Just tell me what is going on right now, 'cuz what happened back there, for me, was just a whole lot of crazy, and I love crazy!" Anna frowned, briefly remembering the last time someone had told her that. She shook her head free of the thought. "But even I have to admit that that was a bit *too* crazy."
Elsa did not look up. Her eyes remained glued to the forest floor as she stood there deep in thought.
Anna had to bow her head to see the look hidden behind her sister's bangs and what she saw worried her, "Elsa-"
"—I'm not the only one…" She whispered.
"What?"
Elsa lifted her head up, finally, and her eyes were both equal parts afraid… and hopeful. All this time she had thought that she was different; all this time she had thought that she never really belonged; all this time… all this time she'd been wrong, "There was a man."
"The guy with the white hair, right? You know, to make it easier on everyone, why don't we call him-"
"—Samantha! Let's call him Samantha," Olaf, in all exuberance, suggested.
"But that's a girl's-"
"Right!" Anna cut Kristoff off and winked at Olaf, "Samantha it is. Anywho, who *is* this Samantha? Describe!" She pointed a finger at Elsa as if to emphasize the command.
Elsa couldn't help but snicker at their antics. "Describe?" She asked hoping for clarification, but all she got was an encouraging nod, "well he-" a flash of memory showed her sharp features, tall, a chiselled jawline, strong nose, white hair of course, and finally, angry eyes so blue she'd thought she would drown in them.
"Elsa, your face is turning red."
"W-What?" Elsa was jerked back into reality and immediately covered her burning cheeks with her hands in hopes that her cold powers would subside the furious blush, "No, it's not." She was going for nonchalant, but ended up with awkward and obvious, "That's just my, uh, natural pigmentation."
"Your natural pigmentation is tomato?"
"It- a-anyway I don't remember. He was just there one moment and gone the next. So I-"
Olaf raised his hand, "Oo oo, I remember!"
"You do?" Anna asked while Elsa palmed her face and cursed her bad luck.
"Uhuh. Samantha had sharp features — rather dashing, to be honest — tall, a chiselled jawline, strong nose, white hair of course, and finally, angry eyes so blue I THOUGHT I WOULD JUST DROWN IN THEM!"
Elsa groaned in despair as she gaped aghast at Olaf, 'What?!… But-but how? How did he even- Ugh, nooo, here it comes.'
"Mm, sounds dreamy," remarked Kristoff with a nod at Sven which the reindeer returned in agreement.
"Oooh~,"
'There it is,' Elsa lamented.
That was sound she made whenever she caught Elsa in the act like trying to sneak a quick cookie before dinner or that time she caught her reading one of her more *ahem* 'romantic' romance novels. It did not happen often, so Anna made sure to make the 'Oooh~' sound extra incriminating whenever the opportunity presented itself. "He does. Samantha really doooes sound dreamy, doesn't he?"
"Anna."
"Yes, dear sister o'mine?" Anna played innocent in a way that made it obvious that she was anything but, and knew it.
"Please?"
"What?" She giggled, her comedic facade beginning to chip.
"Pleeeaheahease, Anna…" Elsa begged her sister.
"Whahahaaat, Elsa?" She was chortling now, not even trying to hide the amusement in her voice anymore, "The tall, chiselled grey-fox not your type?"
"Anna!"
"Okay, okay," Anna just barely got her giggling back under control to ask, "but seriously though, who is he? Do you think he's the one who's been calling you here?"
'Unless he sang soprano and went about the forest belting out aaaAah for no apparent reason then, no, highly unlikely.' Elsa wrung her wrists, "I don't think so, especially not with the way he so *warmly* received us." She said sarcastically as her hand gestured around them.
"He did this? Well, that was rude! Why?"
Elsa's brows furled themselves in disappointment, "He doesn't want us here. He told us to leave."
"Not that we could anyways because, well, look," Kristoff shucked his arms towards Olaf who was currently running repeatedly into the mist and being thrown back by an invisible force.
"You guys gotta try this!" His giggles did little to lift everybody's spirits.
"All this time I thought I was the only one, and then I find him… Everything I've ever known about myself was just… thrown out the window."
Anna placed a hand on Elsa's arm feeling the turmoil underneath her sister's skin.
"I have to find him, Anna. I *have* to," she looked desperately at the princess.
"Elsa," her voice was soft and discerning, "are you sure you don't just wanna find him 'cuz he's hot?" But her words were not.
"Anna!" Sounding affronted, Elsa exclaimed.
If she was too busy being embarrassed then she had no time to be sad. Anna patted herself on the back, job well done, "Sorry! I promise. I promise that's my last one."
Elsa frowned at her sister, telling her with her eyes that, 'It better be.'
"Okay, let's go find this guy. Who knows, he might even know how to fix all this," Anna shrugged and began to walk.
Finally, it looked like her sister was being serious, "Right," she breathed out, relief all too evident in her voice.
Anna raised a rallying fist, "All right, men! Let's go find Elsa's boyfriend! Who's with me?!"
"AYE!" Everyone chorused.
Well, that went away quick.
"ANNA!"
He never really left.
"How could she see me? No one's ever seen me except…" His eyes narrowed at the group bellow. He needed to keep a close watch on these guys. They were up to trouble; he could feel it, 'Especially the blonde one.' There was something about her that… unsettled him.
So in the trees, he remained. He observed. A familiar sense of "excitement(?)" he hadn't felt in years churning within his chest. Hmmm, he could have fun with this. His grin told of an ancient mischief.
It was time he woke the forest up again.
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