This cannot be happening. I can't spend that much time with that bitch, I- Did I just call her that? Did I just call Anna, the girl I adore the most in the entire world, a bitch? Relax Elsa. Like Olaf said, there's probably a perfectly reasonable explanation.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, forcing herself to relax before turning around. She and Anna were staying in room twentytwo, so that's where she was going to go. She couldn't sleep in the halls, right?
When Elsa turned around, the first thing that met her eyes was Anna, standing off to the side of the hotel doorway. Her legs didn't stop, but her brain felt like it shut off for a second as the ginger girl waved a shy wave at her. The moon and starlight made her pale skin and red hair sparkle in a way Elsa had not anticipated. It dumbfounded her completely for a short time, but a slight tingle in the back of her mind kept telling her that Anna was bad to be around. Her emotions told her the tingle was wrong, but all logic told her that that it was completely and utterly right. It was all very confusing. Elsa probably should have stopped and talked to Anna when she passed her on the way in, but she didn't. She didn't even look at the girl, just bumped her shoulder as she strode by. "Elsa, wait," Anna said weakly, taking a step or two in Elsa's direction as she tried to talk to her. The blonde just kept walking, a couple of tears forming in her eyes as she struggled to keep up the demeanor.
Elsa went straight for room twentytwo, noticing two keys taped to the front of the door. She took them down from there and unlocked the door before stepping inside. She closed the door behind her and went straight for the bed in the far end of the room, dumping her bags at the foot end. She sat down and faced the window, dropping her head into her hands and tried to hold back the tears. But the stress was too much. The whole situation seemed unreal. How could she have been at the top of the world one evening, only to be this sad less than twentyfour hours later. It was too much to handle, and Elsa began crying, muffling the sounds with her hands. A knock on the door got her attention, and she looked up for a second. "Elsa? Please, I know you're in there. I can explain all this, just let me in."
It took a minute for Elsa to even conjure up a response in her head, but in the end, she stood up, walked to the window and stared out of it as she tried to ground herself and take a little step back from the situation. "It's open," she said weakly and then heard the door creak open before closing softly. "Your key is on the bed."
Light footsteps padded around in the room for a bit, mostly around the area Elsa guessed was the second bed before they started moving in Elsa's direction. She turned around and stared hard at Anna. "Not a step closer," she heard herself say, her voice colder and harder than intended. Elsa wanted to take some of that hardness back, but it was too late now, and the last thing she wanted right now was to appear weak, so she tried her best to make her gaze appear as cold and hard as her voice, not entirely sure if she succeeded.
"Elsa, I really can explain, I don't want things to be like this," Anna started off and then took another step closer to Elsa before sitting down on her bed. "It really is not my fault," she continued and then stared out of the window Elsa had just been.
Elsa almost exploded with anger. This was one of the very first times in her life she felt so furious. "NOT YOUR FAULT?" she shouted, taking a surprisingly quick step towards the redhead with a raised hand. "YOU kiss me, say good night and make me the happiest girl on Earth, then BREAK MY FUCKING HEART by kissing that dick less than twelve hours later, and then you have the guts to tell me it's not YOUR fault? HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME?" the blonde continued halfway shouting, not wanting to attract any attention from the surrounding rooms, but still just barely able to contain her anger. "Fuck you! Lying bitch."
Anna was visibly scared by this point. She cowered and tried to make herself smaller, almost falling off the bed in the attempt, and she just let Elsa rage out, she must have needed it. When Elsa had been done for a few seconds, Anna stood up and took another step toward the younger blonde, putting a hand on her shoulder, which was immediately slapped away. "Yes," she started in a caring, explanatory voice. It was clear the redhead had training in controlling her emotions for the sake of the audience. "It's not my fault. Hans is forcing me to act like his girlfriend," she continued and turned away, biting her lower lip at the confession as her voice cracked at the final sentence. Even she could not mask her emotions all of the time..
Elsa's fury subsided just as quickly as it had flared up. "He's forcing you?" she asked, taking a step toward her crush. "But how? Does he, like, have something on you?" Elsa continued asking, placing a hand on Anna's shoulder, which was not slapped away this time.
- "Yes, he does, and it's something that could cost me my career if Mr. Weselton ever found out," Anna continued, her voice shaking now. "I can't tell you what it is, you'll judge me and leave me."
- "I didn't know there was anything to leave," Elsa said and turned the ginger actress around, staring straight into those big, beautiful eyes. They weren't so beautiful now, but that was just because she was crying. "And don't worry, I won't judge you."
Anna grabbed her left elbow with the other hand and stared down at the carpet as she bit her lip. A few seconds passed as she debated whether to tell Elsa or not. "Hey, it's alright, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to," the other girl said and pulled Anna in for a hug. They just stood there for a few minutes before dropping to the bed, where they hugged for a short while more before Elsa broke it off, staring into Anna's eyes again. "Just tell me when you're ready," she said and kissed Anna on the cheek.
This is too weird, Elsa. First you're fuming with anger at her, and now you just forgive her because it actually isn't her fault? What the fuck is wrong with you? This girl destroyed every part of your being with one simple action.
Conflicting emotions swirled inside Elsa, battling for supremacy. The logical part of her wanted to stay mad at Anna and go to bed, then ask Kaj to get her a new roommate in the morning, but every other part of her forgave Anna, except for a very tiny part of Elsa's being that felt disgusted with herself for doing this. One thing was for certain, though. Every single fiber of Elsa hated Hans for what he had done. As Anna stared at Elsa and gave a weak smile, the doubts, fears and joy welled up again, pushing every thought of Hans away, but kept the memory of betrayal fresh. As the girl leaned in towards Elsa in what was clearly a gesture of wanting to kiss her, Elsa considered turning away for a second, but she wanted so badly to taste Anna's lips once again, and she allowed it.
The kiss was as soft as the first one from last night, Anna's hand placing itself on Elsa's cheek. But there was something else about it. This kiss was somehow more caring, not quite as passionate. As their tears mixed, Elsa let a hand slide to the redhead's hip where she let it rest, enjoying the curve of her partner's body. Anna broke off for a second and looked into Elsa's eyes, a mix of happiness and apologies meeting Elsa's glance. she smiled back just in time as Anna closed her eyes and leaned in for another kiss, this time a bit rougher, Anna slipping her tongue into Elsa's mouth, which kind of took the blonde by surprise, but it also drove her wild with want, the heat between her legs spreading faster than it ever had done before. Elsa returned the favor by placing her other hand on top Anna's petite butt and slipped her own tongue into the redhead's mouth, every single one of her doubting and questioning emotions amplified by the hormones crashing through her veins.
What is happening?
The way Anna's tongue played around with hers, and the hand on her lower back, slowly pulling her white tanktop upwards made the tingling sensation between her legs grow worse for every second. And when she felt Anna's small hand grab her braid, twisting it around her fingers, she simply couldn't hold back any longer. The feelings of betrayal and heartbreak were still pondering in the back of her head, but her hormones demanded them gone for the moment, letting all of her attention turn towards Anna's gentle touch, growing more and more rough, due to the pure desire of Elsa.
Elsa broke their kiss for a second, only to pull off Anna's top. Anna saw the chance of pulling of Elsa's tanktop at the same time, and they both took a moment to admire the other's beauty. Elsa with the skin, pale as snow, almost shining in the shitty lightning from the hotel room light, and Anna with her tanned skin filled with…
Oh God, even her chest is freckled! Could this girl be any more perfect?
Not long passed before Anna seemed to have been driven crazy by the hormones rushing through her system, and she grabbed one of Elsa's breasts, kneading it with her fingers as she pushed the blonde down onto her back.
The last shred of Anna's betrayal fled from Elsa's mind as she moaned and prepared herself to spend a night in Anna's arms.
The next morning, Elsa woke up later than she'd planned to. They weren't moving on to a new city before tomorrow night, so that meant the backstage crew had little to do before the night's show, but all the actors had. Elsa decided she wanted to look around in the city. After all, she'd never been to Del Mar before, and it was quite the popular tourist destination from what she'd heard. She spent the day with Marshmallow and Olaf, and they ate at the small Italian place they'd eaten at yesterday, which Elsa had decided she wanted to take Anna to before they left town.
As they got to the theatre, ready for the night, Hans had Anna cornered in the alley beside theatre, kissing her. The ginger shot Elsa a guilty glance, and her entire body started seething with rage. The night's show went well, except for the fact that Hans had trouble finding the right costumes when he needed them, and when he did, he never had more than a minute to change. Elsa apologized repeatedly, never meaning it, and she thought it was such a weird coincidence that it always happened to the male lead, and no one else. The anger towards Hans never really subsided that night, and it only grew stronger whenever he scolded Elsa for not having his costume ready. She'd have to talk to Anna about this problem tonight.
A/N: Sorry for taking so long to post these two chapters guys! As you know I wasn't entirely expecting the story to take that turn in chapter 5, and that had a lot to do with how long I took to write these. I wasn't expecting that twist to happen before chapter 9, but it felt right to do it in 5.
Also, the whole sex scene/foreplay thing took a long time for me, too. /u/ElsaTheQueen was very helpul once again and wrote most of it, I just corrected it and finished it. Thanks to you once again!
And another big thing: Mou Ichido has reached more than 1,000 views! I am flabbergasted (such a good word, by the way) that so many people wanna read this. Thank you guys so much!