I'm sorry for such short chapters.. This week I have midterms and it's been incredibly hectic. I was supposed to study for Religion today, but instead I just watched RENT and procrastinated a whole lot.. Sorry! I need better prompts so I can continue these weird ass drabbles to complete the story.
Roses:
They were Elsa's favorite flowers.. And I know what you're thinking; how corny is that? She couldn't help it though. Ever since she was little, she loved roses. Something about them just... She loved them.
Maybe it was because she was like a rose, in ways. Pretty to look at, but thought to be harmful if touched. Once the thorns were removed though, all that was left was a delicate little pretty thing that was incredibly fragile.
Hans had never known what her favorite flower was up until a few weeks ago. Actually, he didn't know a lot about her, to be honest. She wasn't the type of woman to lay her head in your lap and gush out all her inner most secrets in one breath. No, not at all..
The way he had found out was when he had found her sitting alone in the parlor in a chair, crafting a small little rose out of ice. It was clear she was bored and this was her entertainment. Actually, he never knew if it was truly her favorite or not. He just assumed and was now hoping he was right.
Currently, her back was turned as the Snow Queen busied herself with fixing her desk in her office. Hans had strode right into the room, the little bouquet of brilliant red roses held behind his back.
At the sound of the boots clicking against the hard wood, Elsa immediately knew who it was and turned, quirking a light brown brow. "Yes?"
He cleared his throat, thrusting the flowers towards her.
".. For... Me?" She looked rather confused as her blue eyes flicked back and forth between the flowers and his face. This was so unlike him.
"You better take them soon. I could destroy them as quickly as I acquired them." He threatened, a small orange-yellow flame appearing over his index finger.
Yeah.. That was the Hans she knew. With a sigh, she took the large bouquet into her arms, admiring the roses rather.. Lovingly. Weird.
"But... Why?"
"Why not?"