True Love's Kiss (3)
by Sleek Ink
(originally posted in tumblr as swashbuckling-pen)
Bonus: post/81539980085/waking-anna
Real Chapter 3
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Punzel watched Elsa give her interview. Her plait of frost gold hair gleamed stark white under the glare of the light. The blonde blinked several times. There were tiny fidgets in between sentences. Clasping and unclasping hands that quivered minutely, unseen to all but the careful observer.
And Punzel saw it all. She knew without a doubt that Elsa was nervous as hell but she did the interview anyway. For Anna.
As decreed by Princess Anna through text, Punzel was to watch over the blonde and ensure that she will acquire the coveted phone number. Not that she was checking her out (although the way those jeans hugged Elsa's hips made Punzel weak in the knees). She doused all her hopes of asking Elsa out after seeing Anna smothering the blonde with a full-blown kiss.
There was something between her fiery bestfriend and this frosty beauty, and they deserve to explore whatever the heck it is they have. Punzel has never witnessed such a kiss sizzle so quickly. Growing from sweet, tentative innocence to slide-your-hands-in-your-panties passionate in a matter of seconds. Those two had some serious smoldering chemistry that would put a lot of lezzie porn flicks to shame.
Needless to say, if there was an Elsanna ship, Punzel would be the proud captain, first mate and oarman. And she will do what it takes to bring these two dumb darlings together. If the universe wanted her to be the Elsanna fairy god parent, she will gladly don her wings and wand to make this Sapphic pairing canon.
But then Kristoff was also her friend. And he was nothing but good to Anna. Sure, she secretly thought he was a bit of a square for her fiestypants bestfriend. And she did fancy making Anna gay because she found the freckled girl illegally cute. But she didn't wish Kristoff pain.
Man, if I'm this conflicted, how the hell Anna is dealing with this?
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Anna found him. Astride his motorbike he fondly calls Sven. He was slipping on his darth-vader-ish helmet when Anna barreled in, a few inches short of his front wheel.
"Kristoff, wait! We need to talk."
"Anna, I can't talk to you right now. I'm pissed. Hurt. And I won't be reasonable if you want a sane conversation." Kristoff said, his darkly tinted helmet now covering his face but not completely masking the furious anger in his eyes.
"Please. I just… can you get down there for a bit?" Anna pleaded. "I know what you saw was… I don't even know how to explain it. But whatever it is, we can talk this through. Together. What happened doesn't change the way I feel about you."
Kristoff took a calming breath and ripped off his helmet. Anna was not known for her patience. If she really wanted to talk to a grumpy irascible Kristoff, then that's what she was going to get.
"Yeah?! And what do you feel about me, Anna? We've been together for six months now and you never told me."
"I…" On reflex, Anna wanted to deny that. But rummaging through her memory, she wasn't so certain. In between kisses, going to movies, late night gaming, holding hands and laughing into the night. She was sure she had said something. Right?
"Kristoff, please it was just a kiss. You're my boyfriend. We've been through so much together."
"That doesn't answer my question, Anna. You know I love you. All of you. Even your flaws. Even you're naïve stupid self who refuses to see the bad in people. I love that you always trip on your feet, but when it comes to standing up for those you care about you never lose your footing." Kristoff dismounted his bike, ran his hand through his messy blond mane as he stood in front of his girlfriend. He drew a breath and gently placed an index finger under Anna's chin, tilting her head up slightly to meet his gaze. "I love how you misplace things and make my room look like a hurricane just tore through it. Because it meant out of the million guys out there, you chose to spend the night with me."
Hazel eyes bore into hers, searching. "It never bothered me before because I didn't want to push you. But after seeing the way you kissed that girl…I need to know, Anna. What do you feel about me?"
Anna bit her lip. She wanted to say the right thing to smooth the creases on Kristoff's brow, to make the corners of his eyes crinkle into a smile. She wanted to say the right thing, but she knew what he needed was the real thing.
"I care about you, Kristoff. A lot. And there are so many things I love about you-"
"But you don't love me." Kristoff finished for her. His eyes dark and glistening as he dropped his hand from Anna's chin. "Because if you did, no kiss should've made you forget that I was right there, watching. That I was there waiting to be the one to rescue you with a kiss."
She thought the world would swallow her then and there, but it didn't. Kristoff was the nicest and sweetest thing that ever happened to her. But all that Anna did was make him feel inferior, discarded. He didn't deserve that. He didn't deserve the gravity of her insensitivity pulling down on his lips and shoulders. No one should make Kristoff feel less than he is.
Anna took a step closer and reached out a hand, tentatively touching Kristoff's cheek. "I'm sorry, Kristoff. I know I shouldn't have forgotten. I didn't know what came over me. I just…" Anna faltered, seeing Kristoff shut his eyes and gently remove her hand. "Please, I'm sorry. I care about you so much. And I am sure I'll love you, if you give me a chance. This thing, it was nothing but one kiss." Anna rested her hand on his neck, feeling his pulse thunder under her fingertips.
"No. There were two kisses, Anna. And it was all it took to make you lost in your own world." Kristoff stared at the ground, valiantly trying to keep his emotions in check. He would crack anytime soon, and he didn't want Anna to see.
With a few swift strides, he was back on his motorbike. He was bent on putting as much distance as he can from the copperhead turmoil standing in front of him. "I gotta go, Anna. We can talk about this again. But I can't right now."
And with one almighty kick, Sven the motorbike roared into life.
Anna watched as Kristoff sped away without a second glance.
He even forgot putting on his favourite darth-vader helmet. Anna thought, worry clouding her teal eyes.
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"So, Anna and I are both in our final year and we decided to move far away from campus cuz it was getting too damn pricey. We found this little unfurnished gem from Kristoff's cousin and we've been living here for… four months. We did our own interiors and painted over the moldy walls. You could say we are still in our honeymoon phase." Punzel led Elsa at the end of a narrow hallway with rickety floorboards.
Elsa nodded, grateful for Punzel's overflowing chatter.
"You and Anna, did you…I mean, Anna has a boyfriend, right?" Elsa tried to piece together how the spiky brunette and the burly blond guy she saw Anna chase after fit into Anna's life.
"Oh no, Anna and I?" Punzel threw an airy giggle. "Would never happen. I mean, I'm gay. And Anna doesn't do the gay thing…well, maybe except with you. I guess."
Elsa wrapped her arms around herself, trying to wrap her mind around this new revelation. So Anna hasn't kissed a girl before. And all this time she identified as straight?
"And on that awkward note, we're here." Punzel said too brightly as she slotted in the key and opened the door to their tiny apartment.
"Welcome to Casa Punzanna! On your right is the living room slash dining slash study slash-"
"Punzie? Who are you touring…oh." Anna stood from the overstuffed loveseat in the living room. Seeing the blonde behind her, she combed her hair with her hands and quickly brushed the crumbs off her front. Donned in bottle green pyjamas, fluffy maroon sweatshirt and armed with packs of potato chips and chocolate bars, Anna was the picture of a potato about to merge with the couch. "Oh. Hi, Elsa." She made a feeble wave with her crumb infested palm.
"Anna." Elsa's lips curved into the tiniest of smiles.
Anna felt her face trickle with warmth. It was just her name. But the way Elsa said it made it sexier than it really was. She forgot how the blonde makes the 'Uh' in her Anna sound so graceful. Like her name was an elegant Elvish word that required subtle enunciation. No one ever says her name like Elsa does.
The two women regarded each other nonchalantly, but their eyes devoured each other's faces as if the other will disappear for eternity.
"Um, here is me. Punzel, the very platonic and benign bestfriend." Punzel made a waving gesture towards the door. "I'm just gunna go. My gaydar senses can only take so much subtext and eye sex in a day, so… Yeah. Bye." The brunette skittered towards the door and closed it carefully behind her.
TBC (Chapter 4 will be the final one)
A/N: If you liked this, please let me know. It would definitely motivate my muse.