A/N: Backstory. Quite a bit of backstory in this chapter. That is all I will say on the matter.
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One quick note: I'll be out of the country for a little over the week so I won't have any internet access at all until then. Any questions you might have will have to wait until I'm back to get answered. My deepest apologies dear readers! That said, I hope you enjoy this chapter.
It might as well be called the "Poor Anna" Chapter. Hopefully this tides you all over until I get back. Enjoy your reading!
She was burning. Burning in some way her slow, fog-addled brain couldn't describe or comprehend. Her hands searched to find something to hold, something to ground her. Something cold brushed her cheek.
"Hey, are you—"
Anna.
"—okay?"
Anna!
x x x
"Wake up Anna!"
A pillow smacked her in the face.
Anna groaned, trying to cling to the vestiges of a fevered dream. The last dregs of it were swift in their retreat though and no matter how much she tried to cling to them, she could catch nothing but the edges.
"Red, come on. You can't stay in bed forever."
The pillow whacked her over the head again and she gave another guttural noise of discontentment. She flipped over on her side, pulling the covers tight around her body and burrowing under them.
"Watch me Eugene," Anna grumbled, keeping her eyes shut and tugging the comforter over her head.
Eugene was quiet as he shuffled about the dorm and, for a spare moment, Anna hoped he'd leave her be so she could go back to sleep. Instead, a shadow loomed over her head and she whined when his hands grabbed at her covers and threw them off.
"Eugene!" Anna cried, reaching blindly for her covers as the sudden morning light assaulted her eyes.
"Red, c'mon! Get up! A lady should always be up and about, welcoming the sunrise with bright smiles and perky 'hellos.' And all that whatever princessy-type people do," Eugene said as he backed away with a grin, holding her comforter just out of reach.
"Ladies need their beauty sleep," she snarled, lunging forward to snatch her comforter back.
Eugene grumbled as he let her, his face morphing into a scowl as Anna promptly threw her covers over her body again. Crossing his arms over his chest, he pursed his lips and began to incessantly tap his foot.
"Red. C'mon. Get up. You're not that Aurora girl in Communications. You don't need like fourteen hours of sleep or something because you have a shitty sleeping schedule. Now get up Anna! Youthful people such as ourselves should already be up and about to grace the day with our amazing presences and roguish good looks!"
She heard Eugene cross the room and suddenly felt a pair of hands grip her ankles. Oh no. Don't tell me he's going to—
"Not lying face down in their own drool!" Eugene exclaimed as he gave a sharp tug and pulled Anna off her bed.
Anna shrieked as her whole body flew through the air, chin hitting the rugged floor with a loud smack. She yelped in pain and twisted within the blankets that had been dragged down with her. Fumbling, Anna pushed off the comforter and glared up at a triumphant Eugene.
He grinned and held out a hand to her. "C'mon Red, you've got physical education with me and Ariel today remember? Who's up for a morning jog?"
"You're too chipper to be happy about P.E. You hate it," Anna grumbled, ignoring his hand and getting up from the floor. She cringed at the feeling of her throbbing jaw and cupped a hand over her chin. Rubbing her eyes with the other, she blinked at the clock and squinted at the neon green numbers.
Anna groaned and wilted. "It's 6:30 Eugene. What the hell are you doing in my dorm so early? And where's Punzie? Why isn't she here? Or more like, why aren't you with her instead of here? Bothering me?"
Eugene placed his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest, a roguish grin curling on his lips. "Blondie—"
"You don't call her that anymore."
"—is at the vet, checking up on Pascal during his stay. She told me to make sure you got up early today and ate a big, ol' hearty breakfast this morning. You know, eggs, bacon, toast, orange juice, the whole she-bang! Or maybe like a salad or something healthier. I don't know."
Anna narrowed her eyes, sizing Eugene up and down. His arms had crossed over his chest again and he was fiddling with the ring on his finger, gaze downcast. Underneath his bravado, she saw a flicker of worry in his dark brown eyes.
"Eugene."
Her friend perked up, a tiny smile on his face. "Yeah?"
"What happened?" Anna asked, mirroring his stance and crossing her arms, raising one eyebrow at him.
Eugene faltered and turned around, picking up the sheets from the floor. He placed them back on her bed and fiddled with the corners, not looking up at her. Anna smirked slightly.
Rapunzel has really rubbed off on him.
"Flynn Riiiider," she crooned.
Eugene let out a dry chuckle before straightening. He rubbed the nape of his neck and glanced ruefully at her. "It's nothing Red. She was just really worried about you coming home completely soaked the other day. Pretty much tore a hole into my room with her pacing."
He returned to fumbling with his ring again and Anna softened, lowering her arms back to her sides. She grinned slightly as she stepped toward him and nudged him in the ribs. "You're such a softie Eugene. Let me guess, you told her you'd keep a look out on me so you could check to see if I was fine, for both your sake's am I right?"
He huffed and her grin grew when he looked away, indignant. "Whatever you say Red. I just didn't want Princess to keep burning my rug with her bare feet. There's practically a permanent mark on my floor now."
Anna shook her head and turned to open the door of her and Rapunzel's closet. "Right back at you Eugene. Whatever you say." But you don't fool me. If Rapunzel said she was worried about that cat Cinderella and her sisters keep in their dorm, you'd check up on it every day to make sure it was well taken care of. Even if it scratched your arm a hundred times.
Eugene coughed and cleared his throat, heading for the door. "Well, you better hurry. Ariel's waiting for us downstairs. We have class in an hour and I want to grab something to eat before we leave."
Anna grunted something as she tugged down a shirt from the closet pole, then fished around for a pair of shorts. "No fish sticks this time. Last time you did that, you scared Ariel half to death."
He cackled behind her as he swung open the door and she was relieved to hear he sounded more like his usual spirited self. "I told you, that was an investment! Eric was passing by and she jumped right into his arms. Everything worked out in the end, just like I told her it would."
Anna blew at her fringe and moved deeper into the cramped closet, searching for a pair of clean underwear. "You're such a 'romantic' Flynn," she called out to him, voice dry and sarcastic.
"I capture the hearts of everyone around me Red!" he said as he walked out into the hallway.
Anna rolled her eyes as she heard the dorm's door shut. She shook her head and half-smiled to herself.
Yeah you big dumb baby. I don't know how you managed it, but you have a little piece of my heart forever with you.
x x x
The blow of a whistle cut sharply through the air, making her head ring with pain. A loud, firm voice called out across the track field.
"C'mon, move those legs! My grandfather runs faster than you kids! And he's in his eighties! What sorry excuse do you lot have? Speed up!"
Anna wheezed, slowing to a walk and placing her hands on her knees, panting heavily as her classmates jostled past her. The dust they kicked up as they continued running stung her eyes and she closed them tight, grimacing.
Ugh, it's too early in the morning for this. Really.
She wiped a hand at the sweat dotting her forehead. Despite the brisk and clean autumn air, she felt indescribably hot. Her shirt clung to her skin, sweat creating a dark stain on the collar of the light gray material. The bottom of her feet burned from running laps around the track and she could feel an ache settling in her bones. She sucked in her breath, then released it in a deep exhale, chin plopping on her chest.
I'm tired...
Cold plastic nudged her cheek.
Anna startled. She panted and looked up, relieved when she recognized just who it was. Accepting the water bottle, she smiled up at Ariel. "Thanks Ariel."
The other woman frowned at her, kneeling beside her and placing a hand on her back. "You alright Anna? You're sweating more than I've ever seen you sweat before and we're only halfway into class."
Anna groaned. "Don't remind me." She uncapped the bottle and greedily gulped it down, relishing in the cool liquid flowing down her throat.
Ariel snatched it away after a few moments, frown deepening. "Not so fast. You'll make yourself feel worse if you do that."
"I already feel like crap," Anna mumbled, shoulders dropping. Ariel reached over again and rubbed her back in slow, soothing circles. The warmth from her hand momentarily alleviated the ache in Anna's spine. She flashed the other girl a small smile, feeling weak in her knees. "Thanks."
Ariel grinned and began to nudge her in the direction of the bleachers. "Let's take a five minute break. I'm sure Coach won't mind."
Anna nodded and trudged toward the bleachers, plopping down on a bench just as Eugene jogged up to them. The brunette heaved, face flushed. "What are you two doing sitting here?"
Ariel patted Anna's shoulder and glanced at him. "We're just taking a break Eugene. Anna's not feeling so hot."
Anna buried her face in her arms, feeling a shiver run down her back. "No I feel completely hot," she said. A dull throb pulsed behind her eyelids.
Eugene frowned and gazed across the field to where the rest of the class was still running, their coach barking orders right behind them.
"Want me to talk to Coach Shang? See if he'll let you skip out this class?" he asked.
At any other time, Anna would have argued against his worry and told him she was fine. But when she rose to stand, the world spun around her and something rose up in her throat. She saw Ariel and Eugene move toward her, hands raised. Anna winced and felt her knees shake a bit. "I'll tell him myself."
Eugene and Ariel exchanged looks and she knew they were about to protest so she added, "He'll yell at you two if he sees you slacking off. Last time he caught you skipping Eugene, he made you run ten extra laps and Ariel, you had to do thirty extra push-ups."
"I wasn't slacking! That guy is such a stiff," Eugene protested. Ariel grimaced next to him.
Anna flashed them a grin and turned to walk away. "Which is why it's better that I tell him. One look at me and he'll know I'm feeling under the weather."
"Anna!"
"Come back here Red!"
Anna laughed and jogged in the direction of her coach. She ignored the pounding in her head.
x x x
Unfortunately for Anna, it had taken her more than one look to convince Li Shang she wasn't well. It wasn't that he hadn't believed her. The opposite, in fact:
"I'm going to give you a quick once-over. As your physical education teacher, it's my duty to ensure the well-being of my students."
Which basically translated into a full check-up until Mulan had convinced him to just let her go.
"Get something to eat and get some bed rest soon Anna. I think you might be coming down with a fever."
She cursed the weather and her late-night hours at work.
And maybe I shouldn't have run out in the rain...
So Anna trudged back in the direction of her dorm, feet heavy and staring blearily at the path ahead of her. I wonder what Elsa's doing. Her fingers itched to text the blonde. Maybe I can ask her if she'll want to hang out at my place for a little while, if she's not too busy.
Anna smiled slightly, eyes glazing over. A blush spread its way on her cheeks. Spending time with Elsa would be way better than holing myself up in bed all alone. We could watch a movie or even study together!
A warmth bloomed in her chest at the thought of her and Elsa sitting quietly across from each other, the only sound in her dorm the scraping of pencils. Anna blinked and stopped at a corner, shuddering. "Wow, I really must be sick if studying together makes me excited."
But if it's with Elsa I wouldn't mind. I could watch grass grow with her and it would be time well-spent. Anna's brow furrowed and she reached into her pocket for her phone. "Okay, maybe the last one really would be boring, but eh." She punched in the numbers for Elsa's cell.
"Are you busy—"
"Miss Bjorgman?"
The warm beating in her chest turned cold.
Oh no. Please no. Why does he have to have the worst possible timing?
"Miss Bjorgman!"
Anna bit back a sigh and turned around, watching a man make his way swiftly to her. A pair of square, narrow glasses rested on his face and even from this distance his thick sideburns were evident. He wore a white button-up shirt, along with a red tie and black trousers.
Anna would have laughed at her misfortune if the man's presence didn't make her sick to her gut. So much for giving Ol' Sideburns the slip.
The redhead shifted her backpack and gave the man a neutral smile. "Professor Westerguard."
Oscar Westerguard stopped just in front of her, looking jittery and cautious. Anna noted that the gap between them was about five feet. In her opinion, it was much too small. Her eyes honed in on his simple, black briefcase. She shifted her weight, gripping the strap of her pack tightly. "What brings you here?" she asked.
Professor Westerguard opened his mouth, paused, and then shut it. His hazel eyes looked her up and down and she could practically hear the gears turning in his head—thinking, trying to figure out on how best to approach the subject.
She had a good idea of what he wanted, but she could still hope his intentions were different. Right?
He sighed and removed his glasses, wiping them on the front of his shirt. "My apologies Miss Bjorgman. I saw you exiting the physical education building and you didn't look well. I—" he faltered and glanced up at her, brow pinched.
Anna's stomach twisted and she loosened her grip on her backpack. Out of everyone he was always the nicest one.
The memory of his hand squeezing her shaking shoulder, grip solid and full of comfort, made her soften.
"Anna, look it's… It'll be okay."
Anna cleared her throat, shuffling her feet. "It's nothing serious, I'm just out of it today. Coach thinks I might be running a fever. Or something like that. So," she half-turned, keeping her eyes trained on him, "if you'll excuse me Professor, I'd like to make it back to my dorm soon. I'm really tired."
Her back was already to him when he called out to her again.
"Wait, Anna!"
Anna whirled around as he caught her shoulder. Her heart jumped into her throat and blood rushed to her head. Everything blurred for a second before Oscar's worried face came into focus.
"You know why I approached you, right?"
How could I not? It's not the first time you've done this.
The redhead sighed and smiled tightly at him. "Oscar, I'm fine, really. It's been over a year now. Things changed." Her smile smoothed into a slight grin. "It's better now."
"Oh?" Oscar frowned and released her shoulder. He squared his jaw and said, "Even so, I'd still like to apologize for what my bro—"
"You don't need to be sorry," Anna said, cutting him off. The tension in her body returned and she gripped her backpack with white knuckles. "You weren't the cause of it so you don't need to apologize."
Oscar opened his mouth to protest and she raised a hand to stop him.
"What happened between Hans and I is over. It's better to just let things rest," Anna said firmly, lowering her hand. Her teal eyes were dark and stormy, her mouth set in a thin line. Her phone burned a hole in the pocket of her jeans.
I don't want to hear this all over again. I wanted to call Elsa and spend time with her, but it seems that today is just not my day. And after how good our date left off on, today really does suck.
Oscar pushed his glasses back on his nose. His forehead was creased and she could see him tighten his jaw. "Even so, I still feel a proper apology is in order. For what happened between you and Hans, it just wasn't—"
"Professor Westerguard," Anna stressed.
He twitched and she felt a twinge of guilt coil in her stomach when she saw hurt flash in his eyes and his face fall. He clenched his fists and frowned at the ground. The hair on the back of her neck rose at the obvious sign of his frustration. She knew he meant well, but—
He looks too much like him.
Anna dug her fingernails into the strap of her backpack, grinding her teeth together. "I don't think we should discuss this topic anymore Professor. I don't think it's appropriate."
Oscar straightened his shoulders and fixed her with a firm look. "Anna—"
"Miss Bjorgman," she corrected, sharp and curt.
He paused and blinked. Oscar ran a hand through his hair and sighed deeply, glancing down at his shoes. When he looked up again, the frustration was gone from his eyes. Now, she saw only the heaviness of his guilt. "Anna, I- I'm sorry."
Anna bit her lip and looked away, brow furrowed. "I know you are," she muttered. "But like I said, you don't have to be. You didn't mean for it to happen."
"But perhaps I could have done something to prevent it," Oscar protested, reaching out with one hand. "Anna you were—are—my friend. At the very least, I still consider you my friend, even if you don't consider me one anymore. I truly am sorry. I wish none of it would have happened, so I—"
"I think this discussion is over," Anna cut in, taking a step back from his outstretched hand. She shook her head and turned to walk away again. "No, I know this discussion is over. Just let it rest Oscar. Please. If you still consider me a friend like you say you do, you'll respect my wishes and leave me be."
Things are different. Things should be different. I want them to be different.
"Anna!" he called out to her.
She was already walking away, shoulders hunched.
"Anna, wait!"
Anna quickened her stride and she heard his voice die down on the wind as she turned a corner around another school building. I'm sorry Oscar. I really am.
When she didn't hear anymore approaching footsteps or his voice in the distance, Anna slowed to a stop. She pressed her back against the brick wall of a nearby building. Anna huffed and rubbed her forehead, staring down at her sneakers with a shadow over her face.
A cold wind rushed over, making a solitary leaf brush up against her leg. She blinked and watched it flutter in the wind. It crumpled to the ground for a moment before it was tossed away into the sky. Anna watched it go with a blank expression.
Please let things be different now.
x x x
Anna leaned against that wall for a long time, merely watching other students pass by on their way to class. Their figures melded into blurry shapes after a time, her eyes glazing over as thoughts bounced back and forth in her mind. The pain that had been constant in her head had faded to a dull throbbing.
After half an hour, Anna pushed herself off the wall with a heavy sigh and continued walking. I'm going to head back to my dorm and just sleep.
A sudden, sharp spike of pain pulsed in the back of her head. Anna winced and rubbed the spot. Yeah, I'll just sleep everything off. Tomorrow will be way better for sure.
She smiled slightly to herself before she dropped the gesture. I need a snack. Sugar. Something.
A quick glance around revealed, to her relief, a vending machine tucked away at the end of the corner.
Thank god. Chocolate.
Anna huffed and tugged her backpack closer to her, gaze fixed on the ground. Her feet scuffed against the ground as she walked, steps heavy and dragging. A cold breeze fluttered over her, ruffling her hair and making her bury her chin deeper into her jacket.
Today has barely started and already it sucks.
She paused in front of the vending machine, pulling out her wallet. Anna fumbled with her change and roughly pushed the coins into the slot, all but smashing her fingers against the number pad. The machine whirred to life and she watched, shoulders hunched, as her candy bar dropped from its position.
It can't get any worse can it?
The peanut butter and chocolate confection halted midway down the machine—stuck. Anna's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. "You have to be kidding me."
The redhead lifted her fist and tapped the glass. It shook a bit, but her candy bar didn't move. Anna frowned and knocked harder. Her candy bar justled a bit and one side slid down the pane, but other than that it stayed where it was.
"Don't do this to me," Anna whined. She pressed her nose up against the glass and banged both fists against it.
Nothing. The salty-sweet treat taunted her with its inertia.
"Oh come on!" Anna growled. She stepped back and kicked the machine. This time her candy visibly jumped and she grinned, hopeful, when it began to tumble down.
Only for one end of the wrapper to get caught on another hook.
"What?!" Anna gaped, shoulders slumping. She stood there staring for a moment, feeling her eyes water in frustration.
Another sharp breeze sent chills over her neck and snapped her out of her stupor. Anna growled, rubbed furiously at her eyes and kicked the vending machine again.
Bang!
And a third time for good measure.
Bang!
Her toe ached and throbbed as she beat her foot against the metal, eyes stinging against the chill air and her own pain.
Stupid candy bar, stupid vending machine, stupid Hans, and stupid, stupid—
"Anna?"
Anna jumped, treat forgotten. She whirled around to see Elsa standing several feet away from her. The blonde's head was tilted to the side and her forehead was creased with worry. Her shoulder bag was open and clutched tightly to her body. Her eyes darted between Anna and the vending machine.
"What are you doing?" Elsa asked after a pause.
Anna flushed to the roots of her hair and she dropped her foot from its suspended animation. Her fists clenched and unclenched uselessly at her side and she felt that ever-familiar wave of self-consciousness wash over here.
Great. I just made a fool of myself in front of my girlfriend. Again. I had to go and say this day can't get any worse did I? Why do I always do this? Me and my big mouth.
"Anna."
Elsa's voice was right next to her this time and Anna twitched in surprise. She blinked at the pair of narrowed blue eyes in front of her. Another chill ran down her spine, but this time it wasn't because of the cold.
Anna cracked a small smile and gestured at the food contraption. "Vending machine ate my money."
The concern and worry vanished from Elsa's face. Her eyebrows rose and her lips curled into a grin, amusement gleaming in her eyes.
The frustration and hurt that had been boiling in her veins melted away at the sight of it.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Oh. Elsa.
Elsa stepped back a bit and it was only then did Anna realize she had been leaning in close. The blonde woman zipped up her bag, but not before Anna caught sight of something white and orange inside.
Huh? Is that—?
Then Elsa was close to her again and Anna's stomach flipped when she saw her girlfriend was dressed in her usual formal attire. A neatly pressed white blouse with a navy pencil skirt, complete with a scarf tied around her neck. Her hair, to Anna's surprise, was done up in an intricate bun.
Wow. Just wow. I've seen her wear this stuff before, but never up this close and we're dating now and I just—
Anna gulped and dug her hands into her jeans pockets as far as they would go. The heat on her face was a sharp contrast against the biting cold on her neck. "Hi," she said, smiling shyly.
Elsa, who'd been watching her quietly, bit her lip and returned the smile with a slow flutter of her eyelashes and a glance down. "Hi," she said, chuckling softly. Her eyes darted to the vending machine. "So the vending machine ate your money?"
Anna followed her gaze and her cheeks puffed in annoyance. The candy bar was still there, mocking her with its position. "Yeah," she grumbled.
As did her stomach.
Elsa's eyes crinkled and she pressed a hand to her mouth, stifling her giggle. Anna's blush darkened and she stared at the ground, eyes fixating on a crack in the cement.
My body has perfect timing. Absolutely perfect timing.
A hand cupped her face, manicured nails threading through the hair just over her ear. Anna snapped her head up, breath catching in her throat, eyes wide.
Elsa was biting her lip and her smile had gone timid. "Would you like to have lunch together then?"
The only coin left in her pocket was uncomfortable against her sweaty palm. Anna's eyes flicked back to the vending machine, blood rushing in her ears. She swallowed a lump in her throat.
"Do you have to eat junk like that all the time? C'mon, let's go eat somewhere else. I'll buy you lunch."
The voice burned in her brain and her shoulders tensed. The hand at her cheek pulled back and she instantly missed its contact.
"Unless," Elsa's voice, low and demure, broke through her thoughts, "you don't want to."
The redhead looked back at her girlfriend and noticed Elsa had brought her hands close to her torso again. Her brow furrowed and her blue eyes flickered. The blonde's back bowed a bit and Anna could almost feel Elsa closing off from her again. Uncertain.
Oh, Elsa.
Anna was reminded then that her girlfriend was just as awkward and shy as her. No amount of formal wear could ever hide that.
Don't be an idiot. She's just offering you a nice lunch. She's doing it out of the goodness of her heart.
And Elsa was a good person. Nothing at all like—
Anna's hand darted out of her pocket and caught Elsa's wrist. The blonde jumped and she mentally cursed her sudden action.
Don't startle her stupid. I made her uncomfortable last time. I don't want that to happen again, even if she says it was alright. Slow. I want to take things slow. I was stupid to rush last time, so slow. I can do that. I can do this.
Anna released her grip on Elsa's wrist and flashed an apologetic smile. "S-sorry. I'd love to have lunch with you. I'm always up for spending time with you." She bit her lip and added, "Coffee?"
Elsa's face lit up and her spine straightened. She folded her hands neatly in front of her and said, "Coffee is fine. Campus caféteria?"
Anna blanched. "Ugh, the only thing good about that place is their breakfast. And even that's not that great."
Elsa laughed, the sound tinkling in Anna's ears. "Alright then how about this. I know this perfect little spot just down the street. Are you up for coffee and sandwiches?"
The redhead felt her stomach growl and then churn, a twisting that wasn't wholly unpleasant. Something tiny fluttered in her chest and she grinned. "Sounds perfect," Anna said, bringing her jacket closer to her body.
A blush tinted Elsa's alabaster skin. "Perfect," she said.
Her low, breathy voice sent shivers down Anna's spine. The redhead cleared her throat and offered her arm to Elsa. "Lead the way?"
The skin around Elsa's eyes crinkled again and Anna's blood rushed in her veins. The blonde hooked their arms together and gripped her elbow, delicate fingers loose and gentle. Warmth bubbled in Anna's stomach when Elsa leaned in closer and their cheeks brushed.
"Let's go," the blonde said.
Her breath was warm against Anna's ear and momentarily took away the harsh, cold bite of the air. Anna angled her head and nuzzled Elsa with her nose. "After you."
x x x
The shop down the street was small and unimposing, a wooden sign detailing its name in elegant brass script—Crème de la Crème. A silver bell tinkled as they opened the door and Anna stopped just past the entrance. The interior's décor consisted of lavender-painted walls and dark mahogany furniture. The scent of caffeine, pastries, and lunch permeated the air, coupled with the sound of soft chattering. It was perfect in every way—just the sort of place that Elsa would like, Anna thought.
A smile bloomed on her face.
Her stomach chose that moment to growl loudly and Elsa gave her a sidelong glance, giggling when she blushed.
The blonde pecked her temple and the spot that she kissed buzzed and tingled. Anna tugged on one of her braids and looked around, grinning nervously. The majority of tables and booths had been taken, but there were a few sparse seats here and there. She noticed that most of the people were either talking rather quietly or reading a book and even a newspaper in two gentlemen's situation.
"Anna."
Anna started and turned to Elsa.
Elsa gestured to the cashier front. "Let's order right? You're hungry aren't you?"
A low growling whimper made itself known before Anna could open her mouth. The redhead paused before immediately grabbing at her braid again, grinning sheepishly. "Yes," she squeaked.
Elsa chuckled and they walked to the counter.
The young girl at the register looked up when they arrived. "What can I get for you today mademoiselles?" she asked in a slight accent.
She had light blonde hair, even lighter than Elsa's, Anna realized. It looked almost solid white save for the highlights in it. Her eyes were a deep sapphire blue. Despite her position as the clerk, her back was straight and she held her chin up in much the same way Elsa did.
Like a little lady, Anna thought with a blink.
Elsa shot the young girl a kind smile. "I'll have the usual Marie."
Marie smiled brightly and rapidly began pressing on the register keys. "Very well Miss Arendelle, completely black and for your friend here?" She flashed Anna the same grin.
Anna waved a little, cheeks pinching. "A mocha please. Extra foam, if possible?"
Marie nodded and continued ringing up their order, hands flying over the machine with the grace Anna would attribute to someone who wasn't a mere café clerk. "And will you be having lunch as well today?"
Elsa gave Anna a sidelong glance and smirked. Anna returned it with a large grin, feeling the side of her head suddenly pulse at the confident, adoring look the blonde gave her. As Elsa ordered their lunch however, Anna couldn't help but notice Marie glancing between the two as she ringed up their orders. The redhead's grin faltered and she turned away from the counter, feeling her neck heat up.
She was all too aware of her simple jeans and shirt.
Oh boy. I'll just try and make it look as if I'm finding us a spot to eat.
Anna shuffled her feet as the minutes ticked by.
She jumped a bit and whirled around when Marie said, "Here's your receipt Miss Arendelle and your order. I hope you both enjoy your lunch."
"Thank you Marie, give my regards to your mother," Elsa said smoothly. She moved to pick up their drinks and sandwiches when Anna darted forward, balancing their tray with one arm.
"I got it," the redhead said, flashing her girlfriend a smile.
Elsa quirked an eyebrow, but nodded, an amused look on her face. Anna didn't miss the look Marie shot between them again.
"So, uh, corner or entrance booth?" she asked, sidestepping from the counter.
Elsa looked around before tilting her head to the farthest corner of the shop. "Corner, if you don't mind."
Anna shook her head. "Whatever you're comfortable with."
And I know for a fact that you're not comfortable with certain things now. She tugged on Elsa's arm with her free hand and the blonde chuckled as she pulled them both into a booth at the farthest, left most corner of the shop.
Though not before Anna heard Marie whisper behind them, "So romantic…"
She blushed to the tips of her ears and tightened her grip on their food tray, hurrying a bit faster toward the booth.
Anna plopped down onto the leather seat and gestured for Elsa to follow suit.
To her disappointment, Elsa gently shook off her hand and sat across from her, neatly smoothing out her skirt.
"Do you always have to be so clingy?"
Anna gripped her jeans and grit her teeth. She shoved the thought away. Elsa needs space. I know this now. Don't be stupid. Besides it's probably just a habit from growing up in a rich family. Maybe. I don't know.
She held back a sigh, opting to smile at her girlfriend instead and propping her face up with her hands. "So do you come here often?"
Elsa laughed and fussed with her bag, digging around in its contents. After a few minutes of serching, she fished out a small mirror and comb. Anna quirked an eyebrow at that.
"From time to time yes. If I'm not studying at home or in the library, my friends and I decide to come here. Everyone's polite so no one will bother you. Besides, their menu will satisfy anyone's sweet tooth." Elsa's fingers reached up and she began undoing her bun. She pulled it loose and her usual plait tumbled down. The blonde flipped it over her blouse and checked herself in the mirror, combing her bangs back.
Anna's eyes widened at the speed in which Elsa transformed from formal and conservative, to reserved, but relaxed. "I think that's always going to surprise me," the redhead blurted out. Red bloomed on her cheeks, washing out her freckles.
Elsa blinked and a blush spread on her pale cheeks as well. Anna grinned, eyes falling to half mast. "How do you do it?" she asked, voice caught between a whisper and a sigh.
The blonde shut her mirror and glanced down, a stray platinum lock falling down. Anna felt an itch to tuck it behind Elsa's ear. She bit her lip and Anna's stomach flipped at the little smile on her girlfriend's lips.
How do you do it? Make everything...different.
The air sparked and she felt giddy.
"It's just something I had to learn growing up. Appearance was—is—important, my parents used to say."
Used to. The words made her cringe and one of her hands dropped. Pain flickered in Elsa's eyes and she wanted to reach over and clutch her hand, squeeze it, reassure her.
But Elsa looked up and her timid grin made her pause. "Some things just stick after a while. I always carry a comb with me." She tugged on the end of her plait, running her fingers over it. "It doesn't look like it at first, but I have quite a lot of hair."
"And it's beautiful," Anna said, shoulders tensing. Her mouth pursed and she nodded firmly. "Y-you're beautiful. Gorgeous actually. Have I told you that?"
Elsa blinked once, twice, three times for good measure. Then she pressed her fingertips to her mouth and laughed.
Actually laughed.
Anna's eyes widened and she stared unabashedly.
The blonde tilted her head back, elegant voice snorting out her throat. Elsa's shoulders shook and she drew into herself. But instead of curling her figure together, the other woman leaned into her seat, wrapping her arms around her torso. Her face flushed and it made her ivory skin glow with a healthy pink. Her eyes closed and her nose scrunched up in such a way that it made Anna want to lean over and—
Kiss her. I want to kiss her.
The thought brought a wave of heat over her body. However, instead of the blazing-hot fire that had coursed through her veins when she had seen Elsa in only a white towel, this sensation swirled down from her heart and settled low in her core.
Anna leaned back in own seat and she sighed, a dreamy smile on her face.
The ceiling light, even as artificial as it was, turned Elsa's hair into a rich, golden halo.
I'm so lucky.
At last, Elsa's laughter died down and she wiped the tears away from the corner of her eyes. "Thank you," she said, breathless. The blush on her cheeks had died down to a light but distinct pink tint. It made the faint freckles on her cheeks stand out.
Anna giggled and propped her face in her hands once again. "Anytime. You have no idea how long I've wanted to tell you that."
Elsa quirked a fine eyebrow and the redhead mentally cursed her loose tongue. "Oh?" she asked.
Anna puffed out her cheeks and mumbled, "Yeah. You're one of the most beautiful people I know. Like I said, gorgeous."
Elsa blinked and her mouth formed an 'o'-shape. "O-oh," she said, reaching up to tug on her braid again. The blush on her cheeks spread like wildfire now, dipping down her neck. "T-thank you," she said again, remarkedly less controlled.
Shyly, she added, "I think you'd look radiant with your hair up Anna."
Warmth—followed by a dizzying shock that rocked her mind, crawled over her skin. Anna spluttered and blinked past the one-second haze. "Y-you think so?"
Elsa cocked her head to the side, wintery blue eyes gentle. "I do. I know just the style too."
The confident, soothing tone in the blonde's words made her quiver in excitement. "Maybe when we go to dinner one night you can show me?" she asked, sea-green eyes wavering with hope.
Elsa reached over and brushed a lock of strawberry-blonde—tantalizingly close to her precious white streak—behind her ear.
"I'd love to," she whispered. Her nails moved down Anna's cheek.
The redhead shivered and clutched the fabric of her jeans. "After you come to see our play, we decide the time and place?"
Elsa grinned and nodded. "Of course."
To the redhead's delight, she seemed excited about seeing Anna and her group's upcoming play. Anna tucked her bottom lip between her teeth in sheer joy, glad she had brought up the play during their trip to the museum.
"A play? I'd love to attend it Anna. I remember going to musicals and operas with my parents on our travels. I think I'll enjoy a play very much."
The memory made Anna unable to keep from beaming, teal eyes bright. On impulse—or because she heavily desired that intimacy again—she leaned over and nuzzled their noses together.
Elsa laughed again, breath sweeter than the aroma in the air. She pushed back against Anna's nose with her own, squinting at her playfully. Anna's heart skipped a bit when she saw the cool irises of those eyes she was quickly falling into.
Score one for me today! This touch is definitely allowed.
"We should eat before the food gets cold," Elsa said, and she spoke so tenderly that Anna forgot about the foreign, ill rush under her skin.
"Right," Anna said, eyes hooded.
Despite her words, Elsa made no actual move to pick up her food and neither did Anna. They simply drew back from each other and sat in a comfortable silence.
Until Anna's stomach rumbled loudly.
"Yes we should definitely eat now." Elsa giggled and picked up her coffee, taking a sip.
Anna laughed nervously and ran a hand through her fringe. "Right," she repeated.
They both picked up their sandwiches, eyes glancing up and meeting each other before looking down quickly, smiles on their faces.
Anna bit into her sandwich hungrily, devouring the simple sub in just a few bites. Unbeknownst to her, Elsa's eyes widened at the speed in which Anna ate her food. She lowered her coffee from her mouth, caught up in just staring at Anna's ravenous hunger. Sandwich finished, Anna licked her lips and sucked on one finger. Sated, she wiped her mouth with a napkin and grinned at Elsa, feeling a little bit better.
Elsa blinked once before returning her grin with a smile. She chuckled and brought her coffee back up. "It's a good thing I ran into you I guess. I'd hate to see what would have happened if you didn't get something to eat soon. You must have been really hungry."
Anna laughed and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She blushed and mumbled, "I probably would have snacked on a bunch of chips and candy bars."
Elsa's eyes twinkled in amusement. "Is that why you were at the vending machine in the first place?"
Anna winced and immediately wished she hadn't when she saw concern flash on Elsa's face. "No, I just- I was in the mood for chocolate."
Elsa softened and smiled at her. She circled the rim of her cup with a lone, delicate finger. "Cravings? You should have ordered a donut."
Anna bit her lip and glanced at the crumbs on the table. "I don't want to make you spoil me."
Elsa hummed and chewed on her own sandwich. Anna lifted her own cup to her mouth and drank while Elsa ate. The blonde wiped her mouth and Anna giggled quietly at the way Elsa shut her eyes and politely dabbed the napkin.
The sight of the paper brushing over Elsa's skin sent a hot flash through Anna's body and sent her mind spiraling back in time. She twitched and clasped the edge of the table. She and Elsa had been so close in her truck. So close that when she had turned her head, her lips had—accidentally, accidentally—brushed the corner of Elsa's mouth.
The tiny pressure had left her breathless and then hearing—
"A-Anna."
A tremor shot down her spine and she shivered.
Close. So close. We were so close.
Elsa and her pressed together, something cold against her cheek. The sound of rain going pitter-patter.
"Anna."
She shut her eyes, feeling heat race through her veins.
"Anna?"
The world spun around her and her breath hitched.
Close. Cramped. Cold, wet, and warm. Her breathing was erratic and her chest heaved, heart threatening to burst out of her ribcage. She felt hot breath on her skin and tried not to tremble.
Blue, blue eyes.
Beautiful, she thought.
"Anna!"
Elsa's hands, grasping her face and cold against her heated skin, shocked her out of the haze. Anna jumped and blinked rapidly, mouth open. She was vaguely aware of her slightly unsteady breathing.
Elsa frowned, eyes darting here and there. The blonde's fingers flexed against her cheeks and Anna shuddered. She watched, distracted, as one of those hands rose up and brushed the hair out of her eyes.
"You don't look so well," Elsa mumbled. She bit her lip and rested her palm on Anna's forehead. "Your face is flushed and you feel…"
Anna panted and watched a thousand things flash in Elsa's eyes.
"You're warm," the blonde stated, lowering her hand to cup her cheek again. Both of her thumbs—delicately, hesitantly—stroked her cheeks. "I think you're running a fever."
Anna squirmed in her seat. "I'm just feeling off today Elsa. I just didn't get a lot of sleep over the weekend. It was kind of cold and what with my clothes on Saturday—"
Elsa's eyes widened in alarm and she gasped.
Anna clamped her mouth shut.
Damn it. Wrong thing to say. I shouldn't have mentioned that.
"I knew it," Elsa mumbled, withdrawing her hands. Anna missed the contact even before she pulled back. The blonde fumbled through her bag, unzipping and re-zipping several pouches, searching. "Ugh, I can't believe I thought everything would be fine. How stupid of me to—"
Anna grabbed Elsa's wrist, causing her to look up. The redhead glared, mouth set in a determined line. "Elsa it's not your fault. Don't blame yourself. It was my decision to give you my jacket."
Hurt—fear?—flashed through Elsa's eyes. "But still, I could- should have done something else. The cold doesn't bother me."
No, but rain does.
Anna grit her teeth and said, "Elsa, don't blame yourself for my mistake. Don't feel guilty for something I did or didn't do. It was my mistake, not yours. Sometimes these sorts of things just happen, even if we don't want or mean for them to happen." She offered Elsa a small smile.
I should know that better than anyone.
Something flickered in Elsa's eyes, an emotion Anna couldn't quite pin down. She sagged, eyes watering and Anna's heart clenched. She released Elsa's wrist and laced their fingers together, thumb rubbing soothingly over the skin of her hand. Elsa gripped their fingers together tightly.
"Besides," Anna said, laughing shakily. She could feel a quiver starting just underneath her flesh, rising from her sternum. "It's more likely that it wasn't even the wet clothes that made me- well are making me sick." She bit the inside of her cheek. "It was probably the late night shifts at my job."
Elsa's brow furrowed and she brought their hands to her chest. "You work at a grocery store right?"
Anna nodded and Elsa squeezed her hand.
"Late nights huh?" Elsa smiled sadly and brushed her lips over Anna's knuckles. She flushed at the gesture, unsure if it was from the fever or the action.
"Gotta pay for classes somehow," Anna said, flashing Elsa a grin. Her girlfriend chuckled, but it lacked the genuine lightheartedness from before.
"So you're probably standing most of the time then."
Anna shrugged, glancing out the window. Her lips quirked in a half-smile. "Everything comes at a price."
Elsa snorted at her attempt at humor and turned to gaze out the window as well.
The gray autumn day made every single white car that was parked or passing by stand out.
Another shudder rushed down her nape and made her head spin. Anna groaned and released Elsa's hands. She clutched her head and hissed.
Elsa was already out of her seat and at her side, feeling her forehead. The coolness of her skin was like dumping ice onto scalding asphalt.
"You're hotter than before," Elsa said, eyes flicking back and forth. Her fingers brushed the hair back from Anna's temple and her other hand cupped her neck.
The redhead blinked blearily and smiled slightly. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. It's just a fever. And really, it's only the possibility of a fever."
Wintery-blue eyes hardened into chips of ice. "I'd say it's more than a possibility now Anna. Your skin is hot. And let me guess, you're dizzy and your head hurts?"
Anna turned her head away, uncertain how best to answer. "Uh…"
"Thought so," Elsa, nodding once. She stood and grabbed her bag, digging into the pocket Anna had seen was open before when they were still on campus. "I have some medication for headaches and fever in my bag. Would you like some?"
Anna rose from her seat and felt her knees wobble a bit. She planned to protest when another wave of dizziness washed over her. The redhead gripped the table and whimpered.
"Anna! Are you okay?" Elsa asked. She wrapped one arm around her waist and pressed the back of her free hand to Anna's forehead again. Determination flashed in her eyes. "That's it, I'm definitely taking you home now. You live in the western dorms right? Which floor?"
Anna blinked a few times before letting her eyes fall shut. She leaned into the cold touch of Elsa's hand, sighing in relief. "F-fifth floor, I can show you which room."
"Okay," Elsa said, a worried frown on her face. "Come on, let's go. It's not too far from the campus."
Anna nodded and leaned her head on Elsa's shoulder, listening to the sound of footsteps coming toward them and people talking around her. The blonde shifted until Anna's chin was resting comfortably against the crook of her neck.
Through the haze settling over her, Anna heard Elsa say, "Yes, excuse me, we'll be leaving now Marie."
She was pulled in and out, eyelids fluttering.
"Yes, I think it's a fever. I don't—"
Anna sighed and her body relaxed a bit. Her nose picked up the scent of mint and something soft was brushing against her cheek. Elsa's hair feels nice.
"—no, we'll be fine, thank you for asking."
Anna rubbed her cheek against the older woman's blouse, feeling a strange lethargy in her limbs.
"Anna?"
Elsa's voice cooed softly in her ear and she felt lips brush the side of her face.
"Come on Anna, let's get you home."
The redhead nodded and didn't protest when Elsa walked her out of the coffee shop.
The journey back to campus and to her dorm seemed to take forever. Elsa insisted they take the elevator up and that Anna take some medication.
"You have a water bottle with you?"
"I carry a lot of things in my bag."
She'd laughed on their way, but it came out weak and shaky. The heat coursing under her skin as Elsa gently pulled her along down the hallway was growing. Her clothes were becoming more uncomfortable. Despite the briskness of the air-conditioned building, she felt warm all over.
And it's not because Elsa is so close to me this time.
Anna inhaled, trembling, and fumbled with her card key. The pounding in her head seemed to increase by the second until slender fingers lightly tugged her key from her shaking hands and undid the lock.
"Just a little longer," Elsa said, pushing Anna in the direction of her bed already.
Sweat beaded on her brow and a droplet slid down her nose as she flopped onto her bed. Anna groaned and rolled her shoulders. "It's too hot," she mumbled.
Elsa shuffled around behind her. "Do you want a change of clothes?" the blonde asked. There was a thump on the floor and Anna guessed she'd placed both their bags by her bed.
The redhead lifted her chin and glanced over her shoulder. Elsa was glancing around, shoulders and knees drawn in. She was biting her lip and her eyes couldn't stay focused on one spot. Her hands continuously rubbed each other. Her formal blouse and pencil skirt made her look as out of place as she probably felt in the cramped living space.
Anna grimaced and pushed herself to her elbows. Elsa snapped her attention to her and approached, palms out. "Anna, you should lay down. Just rest—"
"You don't have to stay."
Elsa's hands stopped over her shoulders. She blinked, startled, hurt flashing in her eyes. "I- wha- what?" The blonde took a step back, looking down.
Damn it, me and my big mouth. Again.
Anna rose into a sitting position and grabbed Elsa's hands. The blonde flinched, but didn't pull away. "Elsa, no, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that." She brought them to her face and kissed the ridges of her girlfriend's knuckles. "I'm sorry, I should have worded that better."
Elsa gave her a half-smile. "It's fine. But why do you want me to leave?" she questioned, frowning. Thankfully, there was only concern and worry in her eyes now and she pulled Anna's hands to her chest again.
The feel of fabric underneath her fingers helped ground her. Anna inhaled and grinned. "You looked uncomfortable." She looked around her dorm, eyes roaming over the beige carpet to the tiny closet, noticing a few clothes strewn about. Her eyes flicked over Rapunzel's unmade bed to Pascal's empty, open tank on her nightstand, then came back to peer at Elsa's face. Her grin turned sheepish. "Not exactly the fanciest place huh?"
"Oh, Anna." Elsa softened, practically melted. She bent down until she was sitting on her knees, letting go of Anna's hands so she could rub the jean-clad bone of her kneecap.
"You're going to get your skirt dirty, kneeling on the floor," Anna grunted. She wavered in her spot, looking down to stare at the contrast of Elsa's dark skirt and her bare, alabaster skin.
Elsa squeezed her knee and smiled. She kissed the knuckles of her hand again and Anna loved the way her eyes crinkled, bright, beautiful—beautiful, so beautiful—blue eyes shining. The throbbing in her skull dulled at the sight of, well everything that was Elsa.
Anna leaned forward and rested her forehead against the blonde's. "You shouldn't have to take care of me. It's just a fever. Everything will be fine."
A sigh against her face brought cold relief. She felt a nose nudge against her own, lips pressing against her cheek, more firmly than they ever had before.
"Anna, we're-" Elsa's breath caught next to her cheek. Her ear tingled at having the blonde's melodic voice so close.
It was as if time had rewound itself and they were back in her truck.
Close. So, so close. Cold against her cheek.
"We're together remember? I-"
Teal eyes snapped open, wide and staring into ice-blue depths. Anxiety, raw and swirling, loomed before her in Elsa's eyes. Anna blinked and licked her lips.
The throbbing in her head subsided, leaving only the muscle in her chest to pulse and jump.
"Yeah, we're together," she whispered. The blood roaring in her ears drowned out the sound of everything around them. The creak of the bed as she leaned in as physically close as she possibly dared, the faint sound of students passing by on the way to their own rooms, and the tick-tock of Elsa's wristwatch. All of it faded away, drowned out by the pulsing in her veins.
All of it save for the soft and slightly unsteady pattern of Elsa's breathing.
"Then, let me help," Elsa said and she angled her head to kiss the corner of Anna's mouth.
Fire traveled down her spine and turned her legs to jelly.
"Okay," Anna mumbled. She blinked, a sudden burning behind her eyes. "Okay, yeah. It'd be nice if you stayed." Her lips trembled. Elsa's red lipstick was vivid, flush against her skin. "Great, actually," Anna admitted.
They breathed against each other, chests rising and falling within rhythm.
"I- I just wouldn't want to trouble you," Anna said.
Elsa shook her head, the action making their noses brush against each other again. Their faces were only mere inches apart so when she stopped, white-gold locks mixed with strawberry-blonde.
"You don't need to worry about that. The only thing you should be concerned with is getting better. Or getting some rest more appropriately. Lay back down." Elsa released her grip—the relieving cold departed—and stood up. She pursed her lips and took a step toward the closet. "Your clothes are in there right? Or…" The blonde glanced at the shirts and shorts laying around.
Anna giggled, only for her laughter to cut into a dry, coughing fit.
"Anna—!"
"I'm fine," Anna said, beating at her chest. The redhead clamped her eyes shut. The pounding in her head returned full force, knocking against the sides of her brain. She felt pressure at the back of her skull.
"I guess those painkillers aren't doing much for your headache," Elsa mumbled, wringing her hands.
Anna smiled at her and leaned down to untie her shoes. "Probably not. I have a high tolerance for those things."
"Oh?" Elsa half-turned to her closet, only striding over to it when Anna waved her hand, giving her the go-ahead.
The redhead hummed and kicked off her left sneaker. "Yeah, the matron at the orphanage had a lot of them. She had chronic headaches and I became familiar with them after, ahem—" Anna blushed darkly and concentrated on untying her other shoe.
"After?" Elsa queried, glancing at her over her shoulder. She had opened the closet and her hands hovered over a loose, worn shirt.
"I got into a lot of trouble as a kid," Anna said, laughing lightly. "A lot of accidents. I was always getting scrapes and bruises. And when I got even older, Eugene and me got into the craziest stunts. A lot of broken bones, back pain, and uh," she tapped the side of her head, "a few concussions here and there."
Elsa's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. Her face paled to pasty white. "Anna, that's horrible! What if something worse had happened to you? Just imagine, if you'd been even just a little more reckless, we might not be dat—"
The blonde shut her mouth, pink coloring her cheeks. She whirled around to rifle through the closet.
This time Anna giggled with more energy. Elsa's surprisingly cute when she's worried.
"Well, that's all passed now Elsa." She kicked her other shoe off, pulled off her socks, and flexed her toes against the rug. Without any barrier to cover her, she was more aware of the brisk air in her dorm.
Anna blinked and looked up, staring at Elsa's back. Her brow furrowed, but she grinned otherwise. "Look at it this way, things are different! I'm not falling over getting my head pounded in."
Elsa shot her a look, one eyebrow raised.
Anna blushed lightly, fidgeting with her hands. "I'm just falling over for-"
She closed her mouth and looked away, face burning. Her heart was in her throat again, going thump-thump-boom.
"I-"
The hesitant, quiet syllable made her look back.
Elsa had grabbed a violet-pink shirt off the rack and was clutching it tightly, nails digging into the material and fingers straining. Her blue gaze was directed more at Anna's bare feet than anywhere else.
Thump-thump-
"I...?" Anna repeated, blinking once. Slow and cautious.
Elsa jerked her head up, eyes suddenly cold steel-blue and mouth set in a determined line. "I'm glad things are-"
She faltered, hands dropping down in front of her, shirt still clasped, but grip loose now. Anna tilted her head slightly and offered the blonde a tiny, tiny smile, shy and cheeks pink.
Elsa returned her look, face mirroring hers. A small grin with a scarlet flush graced her trembling lips.
"Different. I'm glad things are different," she said, looking Anna straight in the eye.
The tenderness in her eyes sent Anna's heart back down, plummeting to its home.
Things couldn't be more different than before.
Anna's grin was wobbly. "It's a good different," she whispered.
Elsa's tense posture relaxed and she nodded. They broke contact and stared at the floor, the atmosphere thick with a familiar vulnerability.
At last Elsa cleared her throat and held up the pink shirt. "By the way is this yours?"
The sudden change on the blonde's face—from wavering lips to wide, curious eyes—made Anna throw her head back and laugh.
Elsa puffed out her cheeks and glared at her. "Well I didn't want to assume Anna. It's only polite to ask."
Anna shook her head, slapping both hands over her mouth. Her eyes watered, a fierce burning at the corners of them. She couldn't help the trembling in her limbs as she doubled over, leaning her forehead on her knees.
Footsteps shuffled along the carpet before she felt cold, shaky hands tilt her head up. Concerned blue eyes stared at her.
Anna smiled behind her clasped fingers, eyes shining. "I'm fine," she hiccuped.
Elsa sighed and shook her head, lips quirking up. "I think you should get some rest."
Anna lowered her hands and nodded, sighing. "Yeah." Today's been a rollercoaster. "Oh and yes that is my shirt," she added.
Elsa glanced at it quickly before handing it to her. "You have a lot of pink in there," she said. Then her eyes widened at her own bluntness.
Anna giggled and distractedly wiped her brow, feeling sweat beginning to form on it again. "Yeah, my cousin likes a lot of pink."
Elsa clicked her tongue and sat down on her bed. "Is she coming back soon?"
Anna shrugged, holding the shirt loosely. "I think so? She has painting and guitar practice today. Then she has to pick up her lizard from the vet afterwards. But she should call when she's about to come home."
Elsa hummed before leaning against her. "You'll be fine until then right?"
Anna blinked a few times, vision blurring in and out. She nodded and laid her head on Elsa's shoulder. Cold skin and fabric cooled her heated cheek.
Without looking directly at her, Elsa brought a hand up and threaded it through copper strands.
"You will be alright...right?" she whispered, stroking through Anna's hair.
Anna's eyes drifted close. "It's just a fever. Nothing serious, really."
Elsa nodded against her before shifting, gently lifting her head up. "You should dress and get some sleep. Do you want to put on something else beside your jeans?"
Anna grunted and leaned down, picking up a pair of navy sweat shorts peeking out from under her bed. "These will do. Don't want you to have to go through my whole closet. Even if it's small, it's messy."
"I don't mind," Elsa mumbled. Still, she rose from the bed and headed towards the door.
Anna frowned. "Elsa?"
The blonde paused and smiled shyly, cheeks pink. "I'll just let you dress in private."
"Oh." Anna coughed and looked away, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "R-right. Sure."
"I'll just be right outside," Elsa said and then slipped out the door.
Soon as she was gone Anna immediately stood up. Lightheadedness crashed into her and she clutched at her temple. Ugh, too soon. Huffing, the redhead unbuttoned her jeans and dropped them to the floor, kicking them into a corner. She peeled off her shirt and shivered at the brisk air that greeted her freckled skin. Anna pulled on her change of clothes and stumbled back onto her bed. She shut her eyes tightly against the spinning room.
"Elsa, you can come back in now!" she called, face buried in her pillow.
There was a creaking sound and Anna cracked one eye open. Elsa poked her head back in, platinum-blonde locks falling in front of her worried eyes.
"Ready for some sleep?" she asked, shutting the door quietly and walking over to her.
Anna sighed and curled up. "Yeah, how long will you be here?"
Elsa sat down beside her and stroked her head, expression tender. "I'll go when your cousin comes back."
Anna smiled up at her and covered Elsa's hand with her own. "You don't have to stay that long."
"You," Elsa began, glaring down at her, "are ungodly stubborn."
Anna laughed as Elsa reached over to grab the comforter. The redhead rolled her eyes as the older woman tucked them up to her shoulders.
"Sleep," Elsa said, voice firm and brow furrowed.
She wanted to crack a joke, make a comment that Elsa was being equally stubborn, but when Anna settled onto her back and stared into those icy-blue eyes, she felt a lump rise in her throat. I don't know if it's because I'm sick or because it feels like my heart's going to beat right out of my chest right now. Maybe both?
"Okay," she said, eyes glazing over.
Elsa perked up and stroked her cheek. Anna grinned and turned her head to nuzzle the blonde's palm. She heard Elsa chuckle above her as her eyes blinked consecutively. Sleep tugged at her consciousness.
"Sleep Anna," Elsa said, voice faint. A lone finger graced her cheeks."For now, just let me take care of you."
Anna inhaled, exhaled. Black began to fog over her vision, sliding from the corners.
Elsa turned her head, glancing at something in the corner of her room. Her blue eyes widened and Anna saw recognition dawn in them.
"I still have to—"
Anna never heard the rest of her sentence, falling fast into sleep.
x x x
She was burning. Cold against her cheek, but burning.
Even from within the dark enclosure, she could hear the rain pounding down into the ground.
"—okay?"
"I'm f-fine."