Papa, huh… doesn't seem like it. Maybe I'm just dreaming…
"So what do you do, Miss?"
Anna blinked, gazing away from her side window. Olaf watched her from the rear view mirror for a second. Did she even want to tell him? They barely knew each other, and only started really talking now. Anna knew Elsa wouldn't be the kind of person to talk about her life at night - what Anna would do with her. Of course… it wouldn't hurt to say anything, right?
She entwined her fingers, keeping her eyes low. "I… work at a strip club."
"Oh? I see - you're the one Elsa keeps talking about."
Anna raised her brows. "She… talks about me?" She didn't think Elsa would - what they were doing was exclusively kept between them. Or so she thought. Not that Anna had the right to tell Elsa not to talk about them. It wasn't part of the contract.
"All the time. She seems quite interested in you." Hazel eyes turned to her for a second. "You are gorgeous if I do say so myself." He chortled, and Anna did not doubt what he said was true.
She smiled meekly. Though, a part of her wished she wasn't so pretty. "I won't say it's a job I'm proud of." That… was more of a mumble to herself, rather than a response.
"I'm sure it's quite hard for you. I won't judge you for what you do." He wiggled his finger in the air. "And certainly, you shouldn't take anyone's opinion of you personally. There must be a reason why you are doing this, so I won't pry." Oh, she wasn't bothered about what other people had to say about her. She didn't have to be when she was more than disgusted with herself. Not many days would pass without her gagging in the bathroom after a night of… being a toy.
Ah, she remembered those days, but now, she was completely numb to the feeling. Or maybe, it was because of Elsa.
Her smile faded, eyes gazing in disgust. Anna vowed she wouldn't get so used to this, but here she was, doing the opposite.
The frigid evening seemed to have slowed down, and a heavy silence ensued between the two people in the car. And as Olaf waited for Anna's response, she looked out the side window. Street lights continued to pass them, gleaming brightly in the night. The sky was moonless and empty of any stars, a dark blanket covering the city. "It's disgusting, isn't it?"
"Ma'am?"
She wrung her fingers together. "To be an escort-to sell sex to others… don't you think that is disgusting? The horrible thing is," she mumbled softly. "I look forward to it. As much as I hate it…" Anna grimaced. "I love it."
He chuckled. Did she say something funny? She doubted anything she said was comical. "Are we… talking about Elsa now?"
She wanted to roll her eyes. Not everything is about that woman! "I'm-"
"Elsa does that quite a bit to other people. I'm guessing… you're one of her victims." That sounded bad. "Though, it's not a bad thing!" He laughed nervously. "She makes people feel good… and deserving." And in what way?
Anna scoffed. "I don't feel quite that good."
"Maybe. She is… intriguing. Mysterious. It's hard to open her up at first, but once you do…" Olaf snapped his fingers. "She will be as open as a flower to you. You mustn't take her wrongly."
"You seem to know a lot about her."
"Well, I have known her since we met in college. It wasn't easy for me at first, either." He sighed, as they came to a stop at a red light. "I know… sometimes, she can be quite hard to others-especially hard on herself, Miss. You must be patient with her."
"Just call me Anna, Olaf."
He smiled. "Though… you seem to have opened her up quite a bit in just a few weeks. How do you do it, Anna?"
Anna didn't know how she did it. Neither was she confident that what Olaf said was even true. She let everything that Elsa wanted to happen, happen… let the woman put her in situations that made Anna feeling quite uneasy. Was that how? To let the woman control her like a puppet?
Anna grimaced at the thought. What they had… shouldn't even exist in the first place. Yes, an escort and client relationship was enough for Anna, but…
To see her outside of work-to pleasure and be pleasured by her some nights other than Thursday… no, this wasn't what Anna had in mind about a "relationship". Either way, she couldn't deny how she felt around that woman.
She wrung her fingers, shrugging unsurely. Over the two months they'd known each other, Anna still didn't understand what made Elsa so… raw and open to her. Though, not so much, and not too quickly. "I-I don't know. I just… sometimes, I just let her talk. I don't think a lot of people have done that with her," she mumbled. "It's… my job, after all."
"I'm glad you have brought her some form of comfort. And I have realized… Elsa has always been cautious with others. She's happier now."
"I know she's been with several escorts before coming to me."
"Oh yes. Though they were less than fitting for her." Something about that made Anna felt a bit superior. "There was this one girl that intrigued her immensely..." he murmured.
Anna glared at him in disgust. She didn't need to know what she'd done to others… and vice versa. Right now, Anna… Anna only wanted her to herself. "I-I'd rather not know." Fuck.
He continued driving, laughing with amusement. "My apologies, I should say, the girl has no relationship with her anymore." I hope so. "Though, I must ask, are you… in love with her?" Okay, this wasn't something Anna was willing to answer, even if it was just pure curiosity.
But, Gods, Anna really was this transparent and obvious to everyone. She'd always been quite expressive, after all. There was no helping her personality. But Olaf seemed to be the type of guy to keep a secret - not that nobody knew about this love anyway. It was sickening to the stomach.
"Am I wrong to feel this way for her?" she breathed in question.
"No, no! Actually… recently, I've noticed a slight change in mood from Elsa. I can see she likes you just as much as you do her. I… I'm sorry if I'm being too nosy." Likes?
"She rejected my confession." Silence. Great, so Olaf couldn't help her situation as well. That was okay - as long as she knew Elsa would be with her every Thursday, there would be some kind of answer from her through her body, mind… Gods, and those eyes.
Thursday had always been the day she'd dread… and the night she would always look forward to. Especially now. But perhaps, she didn't dread the night as much as the emotions she would feel with Elsa.
"She… that night, she rejected me instantly after asking about my feelings. Why ask me if she already knew how I felt for her, right?" She didn't expect Olaf to answer her. Heavy silence enveloped them, and Anna cursed to herself for even telling Elsa how she felt. Then maybe… she wouldn't have to hear those words coming from Elsa's lips.
"She… always tends to make decisions like this."
The night seemed to have gotten darker and quieter. The lights that passed them from the outside looked like nothing but a bright blur as Anna's attention was on him. She could barely see his expression in the mirror with his eyes concentrating on the road. His voice was soft, but nothing about his words were. "I've realized… people would always look at her way of decision making as rash, careless, and… perhaps, too bold. All they really care about is how beautiful she is, what kind of boss she is to us. But I've realized that whatever she does… there's always a good reason for it. Elsa is incredibly smart-some people just refuse to believe it-and sometimes, it gets a bit overwhelming for others. Please, I hope you don't take what she said the wrong way - you must take it easy and slow until Elsa returns what you've given to her."
As much as she wanted to believe that what Olaf said was true… she didn't. Didn't believe that Elsa would reject her just so to keep Hans away from them, and so she could find her sister. Oh, was she wrong to disagree with Elsa? To put her feelings first? Anna chuckled to herself. She was the one making rash decisions now. I can't be impatient.
"She said she has to look for her sister. She supposed to be living in Vegas too "
"Oh, I've heard. I don't know much about her sister - her family has always been secretive about the topic. Elsa… doesn't have the best relationship with her father, after all." His expression darkened.
So even Olaf didn't know much about this. Anna felt a surge of disappointment, knowing that Olaf wasn't able to tell her much about… this past her family had. She didn't understand why she was asking about this sister anyway. Perhaps, intrigued? To get closer to Elsa? No, that would only hurt the woman, knowing that Anna had gone behind her back to look through a past that only Elsa was supposed to share.
She sighed, stretching her lips to a weak smile. "I'm sure she'll be able to open up to both of us one day." Gods, this is giving me a headache.
"I hope so. And I know, as much as she doesn't want to say it to you, I know you mean a lot to her to even mention her sister to you. She's always been in the deepest part of her heart, and rarely would Elsa say anything about her."
And Anna could only hope that what he said was true. Oh, she could only hope… the love she had for Elsa was as warming as she would be to her throughout the nights.
"Who is she?"
"Her? Her name's Anna. She just started three months ago. Interested?"
"I've seen her before."
"Well, she has… gotten quite popular. I'm surprised. Do you want her?"
Silence.
She gazed at the woman who stood before her, and Anna's body continued to dance like nobody was watching… and her teal eyes were searching Meg's blank expression with uncertainty. Though, no words could even escape from her lips. But that was okay. With the music blaring into her ears, Anna wondered… what the hell were they talking about. Meg and Hans, that is. No, she needed to concentrate.
The way they stood by the side, watching her every move… the way Meg watched her, and only her, was intimidating. Yet, she yearned for it. Yearned for more of the attention - and only from her.
She'd seen Meg many times in the strip club, but never once had they had a decent conversation. Mostly because she couldn't start it herself. She was scared of her own feelings.
Her eyes shut, her arms held her up against the pole, bare legs hugging it with great strength, her body arching back so beautifully.
Just tell me you love me
(I'll give you what I need, I'll give you all of me)
Even though you don't love me...
She sighed through the hot air, lights shining onto her like the blazing sun in the dark. Her hips swayed gracefully, leaning back against the pole, hands gripping it from above. Her body could feel the sweltering heat blazing down on her.
She wanted to know what they were saying… what made them so interested in her. She glared at them for a second before turning away. Anna wouldn't give them the pleasure of making it seem like she was even remotely interested. Her back slid against the pole, fingers running through her hair, a palm falling down between her breasts and her arched middle… and her eyes glowed darkly at those who were molesting her with hungry eyes.
The crowd cheered. Anna couldn't help but smirk on the inside. They'd always loved it when she did that. She glanced at Meg. That woman seemed quite intrigued as well, with an amusing raise of her eyebrows.
Let me see you dance
I love to watch you dance
Take you down another level
Get you dancing with the Devil
This was taking forever. And Anna would do this forever if she could to hold those eyes on her… if that woman could make her heart forever pound like this.
The night was warm-no, sweltering-and the club was filled with people finding ways to entertain themselves, illuminated by candlelight. She let her eyes fall onto Meg's, her cheeks flushed from all the attention - the people, who she tried to ignore, calling for her to do certain things.
Anna was not the type to listen.
Bring your love, baby, I could bring my shame
Bring the drugs, baby, I could bring my pain
I got my heart right here… I got my scars right here
Her skin was slick with sweat, and she finally bent her body towards the ground, back laid against the stage, and her crossed legs fell up against the pole. The song faded from her ears, replaced by clapping and cheering. Money was thrown on the stage, but she didn't care.
Her heart raced and she laid on the cold platform, eyes gazing up at the hot light, in silence.
She shut her eyes and basked in the warmth of the brightness shining down at her. This… isn't the life. But Anna was glad that was over.
"Anna, I'd like you to come to my office after this. I have special 'someone' I want you to meet," she heard. She couldn't give two shits, but if this was about another client… a client that she actually wanted, someone that wouldn't make her hurl, then...
"Anna? Anna… Anna, are you alright?"
She snapped out of her daze, finding Olaf outside with the door opened. "Oh, uh… sorry. I was spacing out."
He smiled. "That's alright, I'm guessing you're pretty hungry. Come, Elsa is waiting." Olaf extended his hand for Anna to take.
"We… We're here."
"Yes, we are."
Anna was hesitant to take his hand and let him take her to Elsa. She looked over his shoulder, where a brightly lit two story house-loft stood before them. The streets were empty too.
"Where are we?"
"Her place. Well, somewhere where she would come for peace and quiet." Oh. So she didn't just live in an apartment.
Anna let herself marvel at the building-the surface was white, with a hint of blue light glowing from the balcony floor. Something about it scared her.
No, it wasn't just the loft itself that seemed intimidating. It was what Elsa was going to say to her that she feared. Her mind swirled with all possibilities of what Elsa was going to talk about. Gods she couldn't even imagine going in there and letting herself drown into… whatever conversation they were going to have. Anna doubted Elsa would confess to her this quickly. Especially after her reason for not accepting her love. Gods, her head hurt just thinking about it.
She sighed to herself. he couldn't possibly deny that this was what she wanted. She reached for Olaf's hand and got out of the car.
"Would you like me to accompany you on the way to her?"
Anna grinned softly. "I'll be fine. Thanks, Olaf."
"No need." He let her go and let his hand fall to her waist. "Elsa is just that way. I'll be in the car if there's anything that you two need." He pointed at the front door, giving her a little squeeze on her waist. Oddly, she could feel her nerves calming down.
"Shouldn't you be heading home?"
Olaf laughed. "Oh, I wish I could. But I am willing to stay if anything happens. Now go."
She turned to see Olaf wave at her with a big smile as he got into his car.
Okay… Anna took a deep breath, a palm on her chest. Her nerves needed to calm down. This was going to be okay-it wasn't as if this was the first time they'd met like this. So why the nervousness? Anna walked up the wooden stairs and knocked on the door with a rounded fist. She hadn't realized her expression was all tensed up, her hands shaking, and her lips pursed tightly together.
Perhaps, that… vague call was what was causing the distress. But with Olaf by her side… everything would go fair and well. Maybe. And after all, Elsa wasn't a bad person. Anna had given all her trust to her.
She gazed down to the ground. I trust her but… why am I still feeling so… conflicted?
The door opened slowly, blue eyes emerging from the widening gap. Gods, it was Elsa. And Anna could never get used to seeing how… how beautiful she was every time they met.
And even more beautiful now…
They stared at each other in silence, observant… perhaps, even testing the water for each other right now. Her eyes slid to her body. Huh.
Collar shirt loosely buttoned around her body, sleeves rolled up to her to her elbows, and she was wearing skinny jeans with her blouse loosely tucked under. Anna frowned. What is she up to?
"You came." Anna perked her head up. Gods, the sound of her voice… it sounded way too joyful. It seemed as if Elsa was trying to conceal it. But Anna wasn't going to continue to be in such a shitty mood - she was here to eat dinner with someone she was in love with. She was supposed to enjoy the night. And she was going to. Nobody could bother them.
"Yeah… I…" She chuckled nervously. "Here I am."
Elsa widened the door. "Come in."
It wasn't quite as big as she'd imagine the interior to be like… but at least it had a second floor. The glass walls gave her a view of the streets and the starry sky. Music was playing in the background with the TV turned on in silence. There was a spiral staircase to the furthest left, where there were bookshelves and a white grand piano, that led up to the second floor. The lights from the chandelier hanging in the middle of the living room were brightly lit, covering the glossy white walls around them. Elsa didn't have much furniture here.
She gazed up at the upper floor in wonder, in silence.
The front door closed, but Anna was too mesmerized to even pay attention to what Elsa was doing.
"I made dinner, I hope you don't mind. Were you thinking about going out to eat?"
Anna blinked, turning her attention to Elsa. Her eyes fell to her swaying hips as she walked into the kitchen. Oh, she really was cooking. Anna sniffed the air. Gods, did it smell amazing too. "N-No, not really." She coughed. "You… cook?" She wrapped her arms around her middle.
The woman opened the top drawer and took out a bottle of wine and two glasses. She smirked. "I suppose… because I am a busy woman, you're assuming that I can't."
Anna flushed in shame. "N-No, no! I mean…" She groaned. "Yeah, I… kinda was assuming that… Sorry. But you cook." That's nice.
"I learned quite a bit when I was younger - including cooking." Elsa took out the utensils. "My mother would always teach me new things when I was a child. Though, I've always been one to do it all by myself."
"I didn't mean…"
"Relax." Elsa turned, smiling softly. Anna thought she was almost glowing. Wow… so she's really not as uptight as I thought she was… Well, of course, she knew Elsa would soften up when she wanted to, and when she didn't want to… Gods, it was something Anna loved seeing either way. "Now why don't you take your coat off, and make yourself at home."
How could she possibly-nevermind. She'd told herself she'd try to have a good time, and she would.
Sighing, she counted up to ten in her head in an attempt to relax.
Anna left the coat on the couch before walking up to her cautiously. She peered over her shoulder, hands folded behind her back. Ah, the food really did smell nice. She was curious, this wasn't anything she'd seen before. Not that Anna was an amazing cook anyway. "You know… your place is really beautiful. I didn't think you'd live here."
"I don't." A pause. "Well, this is just a place I like to be when I want time alone."
"But your apartment is…"
"Small. Though, I find this more… comforting and quiet. I wanted to bring you to a pleasant place where there is nobody around."
Anna bit her lip to hide her smile. "They're both really beautiful places." Gods, what the hell am I talking about? She observed nervously in silence at the way Elsa cooked.
"So… what is it that you're making?" A casual conversation to start until things were going to get serious. And Anna knew, after this… dinner, their talk would be much more… heavy. Her heart felt the same at the thought of it. Anna shook her head from the idea. She really shouldn't worry about the conversations.
For a short moment, her heart was lifted from its heaviness at the sight of the blonde looking so… warm and perfect, a finger coming up to push her bangs behind her ear. Wow, she's absolutely… stunning? Insatiable? Anna didn't have a word to describe her.
"I'm making reinsdyrsteik."
One blink. Two blinks. "Um… Rein… what?"
The woman chuckled lightly, colors embracing her cheeks. Ah, such a weird sight to see her actually laughing so happily. Anna couldn't help but smile alongside her. With how they'd always been… it was nice seeing a change. "Reinsdyrsteik. My mother would make this for me whenever I came home. It's a Norwegian dish."
"You're Norwegian."
Elsa grabbed the spatula beside her. "Blonde hair, blue eyes… yes, I am. Though, my life in Norway was short. This is where I belong… physically. But my heart belongs there." Does it?
Anna nodded meekly. "So… what is it in English? The rein… something, something."
She continued, "In English, you would call this… reindeer roast."
"Um… what?"
"Ah, I see you've never had reindeer before." She shook her head, clicking her tongue mockingly. "Americans…"
"H-Hey!" Anna pouted, crossing her arms across her chest. Her face was as red as a rose, seeing how Elsa was smiling so… so cheekily. Fuck! She rolled her eyes. "I'm willing to try new things. Also… it really does smell good."
"Perfect. Then, please, help me set the table, it's almost ready."
For some reason, Anna was overly eager to help. "Sure, anything else?" She stared at Elsa with excitement.
And Elsa could sense that. "Well, you can wait until everything is served."
"Waiting. Got it."
This was nice. Two people having dinner without a care in the world… two people sharing things they wanted to share while they were alone together… ah, Anna wanted to do this more often. Nothing was getting between them-no hindering feelings telling them what and what not to do. No… control. Just friends.
Friends…
Anna felt at peace, and this was the only time she'd felt this… happy. She expected this to go down the gutter as soon as she entered the house. She had imagined Elsa talking right away. Maybe even cursing too.
But Elsa was… relaxed. Happy. Someone that actually wanted a friend in Anna, and perhaps, even more. The girl couldn't be happier to see Elsa like this.
Dinner started fine with small talk, and Anna finally loosened up a bit. They had wine set on the table, and extra reindeer in case they were still craving more. Anna knew she was.
Anna's eyes widened, and her lips couldn't contain a gasp as she took her first bite. She covered her mouth, gazing at her plate in awe. "Oh wow… Elsa, this is..."
The blonde took a sip of her wine, watching her animated expression. "Are you speechless?"
"Of course!" She took another bite, this time, bigger. "Mmm…" she moaned, eyes closed, unaware of how Elsa had been staring. "You know… you should've been a chef instead of an architect."
Elsa sliced a small portion of her own food, glancing back down. "I wouldn't say I'm that good. As you said… I've been too busy to even start cooking."
"Then who does it when you can't?"
Elsa didn't say anything. Oh god, Anna knew what was going on in her mind. For once. "So nobody cooks for you," Anna answered for her.
"I wouldn't say…"
"You can't afford a housekeeper?"
"Yes, but I'd rather keep my apartment to myself."
She rolled her eyes. "I'm surprised you can stay so fit like this." She wasn't sure why, but the image of her naked fit body filled her mind. She didn't let it get to her. Anna... loved seeing her body move like she was dancing. Loved to see her body jumping and jerking at her every touch. Loved to hear the sound of her screams and moans like she was singing… shit. This wasn't the time to think about that.
"I exercise quite a bit."
Anna bit her lip. "I've noticed." She didn't have a say in this - she wasn't as great a cook as Elsa. And something deep inside her realized… how beautiful she was from her eyes to her body. For someone who didn't have the time to do much by herself often, Elsa looked… more than great. There were no words. "I don't think I've truly… you know, had a really good look at your body." Fuck, she shouldn't be talking about this. She hadn't even taken a single sip of her wine! And I probably should at the moment.
Elsa wasn't going to miss a beat with her. Oh no, that smirk. "Well, with you always ogling me, I would've thought you had my body memorized already." Jesus Christ. She took another bite without a thought.
This time, Anna kept her mouth shut, making a pledge to never say the first thing that came to her mind again. Gods, she needed a filter. She couldn't possibly eat like this with how hot she was getting at the moment. Oh, they were in the middle of winter-and this place wasn't even that warm.
There was this silence between them as they ate that had Anna wondering. Perhaps she was delusional to even think that Elsa would return her feelings. Elsa wasn't the type of person to be very open - even if it was just them together. She gazed at her in worry.
What was Elsa doing right now? What was that call earlier?
For a while, Anna was stuck in her own thoughts while eating.
Elsa was always unpredictable - and right now was no exception. Anna pursed her lips. Screw this. "So… about your call earlier-"
"I hope you've realized, I'm not trying to avoid what we're here for." Blue eyes gleamed in the dark, contrasting beautifully against the light that shone down on the two women.
Anna could feel her fluttering heart drop, her eyes already filling with fear. She knew this conversation was going to happen sooner or later. But this was a talk Anna wasn't willing to have. She wasn't ready for what was about to come, even if she told herself she was. She placed her fork down, eyes unable to look at Elsa.
"So what…? Were you just trying to delay it?" she blurted, and the woman turned quiet.
"No."
Of course, Anna realized as much as she didn't want to hear what Elsa had to say, there was no denying that she knew… Elsa was going to make an admission that Anna had wanted for so long. Maybe.
For once, she stared into her eyes, the smile she had, fading just as quick as her own joy. Oh, Anna just couldn't have any time to rest, could she? "You… you look like you are."
Elsa got up from her seat, turning away from Anna. She stared into the night, arms crossing her abdomen. "I don't want our feelings to be confused."
What? Anna cautiously walked up to her from behind, keeping her eyes on the woman's back. "I… I don't get it." She wrapped her arms around her body. "What are you saying?" Her voice quivered.
Elsa glanced towards the ground. "How long… have we started this contract?"
"Over two months. What are you-"
"Perhaps I was wrong about us." She turned around, her expression stoic but something about it looked so comforting. Anna felt warmth all over her body, her heart pounding at what was going to come… the solemn view of her.
Elsa took a deep breath, glimmering eyes facing the ground. "I know what I've said to you… hurt you. My 'rejection'... hurt you. I don't want that."
"It… it didn't hurt me." A lie. But it was a lie that Anna needed to feel better about herself.
"I suppose, but I can't deny how you've always made me feel these past two months."
Her fingers tingled, wanting to hug her - wanting to wrap her arms around Elsa's waist to feel close… to reassure her of their feelings. She felt the woman's fingers caressing her cheek, and never had she craved for more of Elsa… more of the way she stared at her. As gentle as her feather-like touch.
This… was this what she wanted to hear? To find out that Elsa was finally going to open up to her? Anna looked away, but she couldn't help letting their fingers entwine… couldn't help but feel Elsa's eyes watching her every reaction. But… is this what she really wants? No.
And if this wasn't something Elsa wanted, neither did Anna. Her heart trembled for the blonde, and it'd only left Anna struggling to keep herself all together. But if pushing Elsa away would keep her sane, then so be it. After all, it's not what we need right now.
Sighing, Anna pulled her hand away, leaving Elsa blinking in confusion. "I know you mean well, Elsa… And I know what you're thinking. But just… just don't."
"Anna-"
"No, let me finish. I don't know what you're feeling but I do know you have a feeling of some sort, and this isn't what you want. You just don't feel the same way as I do, and you can't force yourself to do what I've been wishing for, Elsa… Don't say something you don't mean. Please." She gazed at her desperate for an answer, though being well aware of the disappointment in Elsa's eyes. Anna didn't want to see it, she already knew what her stance was. But that was alright.
As much as she wanted Elsa to truly love her as she was… she couldn't force the woman to love. This wasn't what she wanted either. They needed to be… free.
The silence was overbearing.
She ran her fingers through her copper hair. "I… I think-"
"I'm not saying things that only you want to hear, Anna."
"W-What?"
Elsa wrapped her arms around her middle. Her blue eyes glowed in the night, holding Anna's attention… and everything that she'd felt for her. Ah, somewhere in her heart, Anna pitied her. Was that guilt? That… that disappointment that made Anna lose all hope? For a moment, Anna could see the light in the darkness reaching for her. So perhaps… what she thought was false. Don't get your hopes up.
She knew Elsa was someone who couldn't love easily. Couldn't bear to take on a real relationship-and perhaps, Anna thought herself the same too. No, whatever Elsa was going to say… it was tempting. It's not worth it.
"What are you saying?" Her voice was weak, and the only thing she could try to do was to stay strong. Never again was she going to be heartbroken.
The woman was staring right into her soul, and nothing felt more warming than to see her blue eyes gleaming so brightly in the night sky. It was almost blinding. She straightened her body. "I have to say this, not just for you, but for myself too." Elsa strode closer, and Anna's first instinct was to step back, though she didn't understand why. Ah, scared of her own feelings.
And at the sight, Elsa stood where she was. "Please." She raised a hand towards Anna. "I want you to listen." A part of Anna didn't want to, but if she didn't… when would she ever hear those words ever again? She stared at her pale fingers reaching for hers, and all the fear that she had held back was completely exposed.
What am I doing? Loving someone like her… I shouldn't be doing this. That was right, she shouldn't. She would get in trouble… and so would Elsa, but Anna doubted she would even care. Anna had almost been caught once-never again. This didn't matter at the moment. But…
with the night being so cold, inside was warm… and even more warm with Elsa reaching for her love, everything was alright. The silence that was once too overbearing, was comforting. Her heart was pounding, and her eyes brightened-perhaps, even glistening with tears, at the sight of Elsa…
Oh, she looked so caring. So beautiful. How could Anna ever deny her?
"I don't know what I am feeling, I must admit. I can't deny what you could do to me. I've always…" She gazed down. "I've always pushed people away, but for you… for you to even be here right now because I said so, is beyond me. I know you've always despised the feelings you have for me."
"I don't." Another god damn lie.
"I won't deny it's not true for me too. You make me feel weak, Anna, when I have been strong. I wanted to resent you…" Elsa sighed. "But I couldn't."
Anna was hesitant to take her hand, pulling her fingers into a fist. "I-I… Elsa, just…"
"I love-Anna?"
She was swaying, her eyes blurring. Her body felt as if it was on fire… her heart was racing, her head aching as if someone was pressing in on her skull. She glared at the ground. To Elsa. Her ears rung with a high pitch sound."What the…" She grabbed her head, fingers going through her hair. She could already feel how flushed her body was… but she didn't care. It'd been quite hot for a while now too. "Elsa, what… is…"
"... Anna. … is wrong? … can you…"
Thud.
"Anna!"
What…? My head…
She could barely keep herself awake, feeling hands holding her body tightly. Her breathing was growing frantic, her eyelids barely able to keep themselves open, and the only thing she noticed was the two blue orbs staring at her. She frowned, looking around. Why was she even in her arms…?
Anna pressed a hand against her chest. "L-Let me up…" She was too weak. Elsa gripped her tightly. "Please…"
"Don't." A hand laid against her head, just as quickly as it left. "You're burning. Here."
Burning…? Anna didn't even have the strength to reply. She'd never gotten this sick before.
Anna felt a hand taking her wrist and laid around Elsa's shoulders.
"Have you been overworking yourself?" Elsa's voice was like music to her ears. But Anna didn't answer.
A breeze passed through her, and everything seemed to be moving quickly, footsteps rapidly climbing up the stairs. She's… carrying me?
Anna gazed at her, unable to even comprehend what the hell was happening. Gods, and she'd never seen Elsa look this… worried before. She was always this… serene, controlling woman to her. Always collected, never yelled… Ah, was this what Anna could do to her?
Anna could almost smile to herself if not for being so sick. She's so... submissive… Wow, she could joke pretty well even at this state. She wanted to laugh.
Anna hadn't realized she had entered a room and was being laid on a bed. All she could see was Elsa… and Elsa was all she could concentrate on. Those blue eyes, blonde hair, pale skin. Fingers ran through her hair, and a blanket slowly reaching up to her neck to cover her body. The smell of her perfume embraced her senses, her touch gracing her skin as carefully as it could ever be. Gods, Elsa was so close to her… yet, Anna still hadn't had the strength to ask her a simple question. What were you going to say to me? What was that last part?
Elsa turned her back, pulling her phone out to make a call. "Olaf, where are you? … Come up right now. She almost fainted… I need your help."
Fuck…
She felt Elsa's hand on hers, lips on her forehead. Anna breathed heavily, eyes shut tightly. "Elsa…"
"I'm here, get some rest. I will be here all night with you," she whispered, her thumb running gentle circles on her skin, another pushing her wet fringes back. Gods, Elsa really knew how to make her feel good. Anna was strong though. Stubborn. She swallowed, watching those blue eyes wander at her expression… sensing the fingers running through her hair.
She grabbed that hand tightly. "W-What… Tell me what you were going to… tell… me…"
And perhaps, she was just a bit too stubborn. She'd finally fallen asleep.
a/n: ooh... so close to saying the 'thing'! :P tell me what you guys think!
Song: Wicked Games by the Weeknd