Author's Notes:
This chapter follows shortly after the first. And may I just say... hilarious! Haha!
Disclaimer: Frozen Copyright Disney (2013)
A loud splash was heard, followed by a piercing wail and an equally agitated groan. The sounds bounced off the stone walls of the bathing chamber, the dim lighting of lanterns playfully dancing across the room. Two figures could be seen; a woman sitting on a stool by a bath, and a cat fighting for its life to stay out of the tub.
The young woman was convinced she was only helping the cute ball of fluff.
The cat was convinced the human was trying to murder her.
"Oh, come on! It's just a little water. What's so bad about it?" Anna tried to dip the kitty's paws into the water, but failed once again.
The cat, its fur raised and claws bared, glared at the human in furious indignation. I don't see you trying to drown yourself in the bathtub, Anna! Elsa huffed, turning her entire head away from her sister. But then she shook her head, wondering why it was she hated the water so much. I never despised baths before. Mocking her earlier behavior, she turned back toward her sister and the… bathtub. Her furry skin crawled. She eyed the water with horror as she gingerly skirted along the tub's brim.
Anna just sat there staring at the adorable, infuriating cat in curiosity, her head off kilter. Then, she saw the little kitty abruptly stop, crouch, and spring toward her. Anna's eyes turned huge as she watched the cat's face turn from grim determination to smugly pleased to outright horror. She heard the poor cat scream with every last ounce of breath it had in its little lungs before a loud plunk and splash engulfed the room. She sat frozen to her place by the tub as the cat sunk toward the bottom of the shallow basin.
Elsa's furry head eventually broke the surface, her limbs fighting the watery suction with all the muster they had. ANNA! Her body fell back into the water. HELP! Her little head popped back up for air, only to be dragged back under by the waves caused by her own frantic spasms. Please, I can't die now! She reached the surface again only to have her legs tangle with her tail, causing her to roll back underwater in a near-perfect spin. Anna, save me!
Anna chuckled as she leaned over and grabbed the cat. She could feel its tiny heartbeat racing and heard its cute mouth sputter and release constant, nonsensical mews. But she couldn't hold in a bark of laughter upon seeing the proud cat soaking wet, its fur clenched to its body and drooped toward the floor. The once proud, fluffy ball of fur then only looked like a gangly stick of indignation and anger. She laughed again when the cat sent her a death glare. "Aww, kitty! Stop it! You're going to kill me."
In her laughter, Anna accidentally dipped the cat's tail back into the water. Elsa shrieked again. "Oh, I'm so sorry, kitty! Come on, you must be freezing cold. Good thing my love can thaw frozen hearts." Anna winked at the furious feline.
Elsa bared her claws. Thaw this, Anna! But then she was wrapped up in a huge towel, her meow of frustration muffled by the gentle rubbing of fabric on her sopping fur.
Once Anna was done drying off the struggling cat, she propped the feline up on a nearby table and giggled in amusement. Elsa glared miserably at her sister before turning to look at herself in the mirror. A huge, circular puff of fuzz with two strikingly blue eyes stared back at her. She was sure a blush would have been creeping down her neck if she were in her human form. "Meow!"
"Oh, fine. Come here." She waved the cat over, collecting a brush from the table. She placed the cat on her lap and began brushing out its fur. It wasn't long before Anna noticed the cat subtly twisting its back with each stroke of the brush. She smiled at the soft purring emitting from her feline companion. "You know. Your fur reminds me of someone." The cat ignored her, content to relish in the exquisite pleasure.
Soon, Anna stopped her ministrations and admired the cat's clean and brushed fur. Elsa was ecstatic, delighted she no longer had to wrinkle her nose every time she sniffed her fur. Then, Anna clumsily deposited the cat back on the table and leaned over to reach into a bag on the ground. Elsa strolled gracefully to the edge of the table, skirting the very rim in classic feline fashion, and leaned her head down to stare at her sister curiously.
"Aha! Found it!" Anna jerked back up, frightening the cat, and holding out her treasure.
Elsa stared at the bejeweled bracelet in her sister's hand, scrunching her eyebrows. Isn't that the same one I lost last month-
Anna abruptly plopped the jewelry on top of the cat's head, and cooed in adoration. "Ohhh! You look so much like my sister!"
Anna! I do not look anything at all like some poofy cat!
Then, her sister began giggling, while she eyed the cute little fluff-ball before her eyes. "Shh, don't tell my sister this." She giggled again. "That's my sister's bracelet you're modeling for me."
ANNA!
"Ohh! You remind me so much of her! I'm gonna name you 'Elsa.' Queen Elsa the Cat."
Elsa was very unamused by the irony of the situation.
"And don't worry about the crown, Your Majesty. What my sister don't know, won't hurt either of us." She leaned in toward the cat and winked. "It'll be our little secret… Elsa." She giggled again.
Elsa gave her a blank look. Seriously?