"And she said all I ever talked about was ice?"
"Kristoff, that's literally all you ever talk about." Elsa deadpanned.
"Not true!" Retorted Kristoff from behind the refrigerator door. He straightened up, two bottles of beer in his large hands. "Bud or Heineken?"
"Bud, and yes it is." Elsa leaned her head into the fluffy armrest of the couch that sat in front of the television, sighing as she slid her eyes shut. "If I recall correctly, it was you who tried to convince me that, oh what was it? 'Life is like a frozen lake'?" Elsa's lips curled into a smile as she recounted the memory. The other day, her and Kristoff had watched Forrest Gump together. Somewhere near the middle of the movie, the siblings became bored and began spouting their own renditions of Gump's famous 'box of chocolates' saying. While Kristoff was convinced that life was like a frozen lake, Elsa stood by her firm belief that life was more similar to a complex mathematical equation than a bit of frozen water. She saw life as if all the answers were predetermined and set aside. Everything takes time and effort; and if someone were to somehow slip up and miscalculate, everything turns to chaos.
Kristoff shrugged as he plumped down onto the couch at Elsa's feet. "It makes perfect sense!" He argued as he pushed the bottle into Elsa's hand. "Sometimes life is slippery and wet, and at other times it is firm and easy to get a grip on." The man took a sip of his drink before nudging Elsa's foot. "Besides, it was way better than your complex equation bullshit."
Elsa scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Wet? Easy to grip? That's the best you've got? I swear, you're so simple-minded it's almost terrifying." She took a sip of her own drink but choked the moment the moment the liquid came in contact with her throat. She gagged and placed the bottle down on the coffee table before the couch. "Ugh, how do you drink this?"
Kristoff gave her an inquisitive look before shrugging and taking another sip.
"I swear I'll never understand you." The blonde pushed herself up into a sitting position and picked up the bottle once more, this time successfully completing a full sip before she let out a disgusted shutter.
Kristoff flipped on the television and picked up an Xbox controler. "Up for a round of zombies?"
Elsa sighed, looking at the console longingly before turning to look at her literal mound of homework at the kitchen table. "No Kristoff. I have work." She sighed, standing up and trudging over to the table.
"Sucks for you!" Kristoff booted up the game as Elsa picked back up from where she left off in the café.
"So tell me more about Anna." Kristoff spoke above the sounds of gunshots and zombie groans.
Elsa sighed, leaning back into her chair and crossing her arms. "I dunno what to think of her." Elsa thought back to the way the redhead acted towards her in the coffee house. How quirky and awkward she was with both her actions and words. The memory of the girl spilling her coffee caused the corners of the blonde's lips to twitch upwards slightly as she fought back a grin. "I mean she's adorable, but, I guess you already know that." Elsa was suddenly reminded of the fact that Kristoff had dated the girl a year before.
Kristoff chuckled.
"This isn't awkward for you, right? There isn't some sort of sibling code I should be following that states that I can't date one of your ex-girlfriends or anything?"
Kristoff laughed, pausing his game. "Dude, we only dated for like a month." He grabbed his drink from the table and pushed the bottle of beer to his lips, taking a deep drink. Elsa mirrored his actions and waited for him to speak again.
"Besides, I don't know how far you're gonna get with this one, Els. Didn't you say she had a boyfriend?"
Elsa frowned immediately as she remembered the handsome auburn-haired man that the barista failed to mention before he put his hands all over her. "Yeah. Some guy named Hans. I dunno he seems like kind of a jerk to me."
Elsa certainly was not expecting for Kristoff's face to become so serious. She also didn't expect the man to let out an exasperated sigh before rubbing his face in his hands.
"Hans?" Kristoff questioned.
Elsa slowly nodded her head.
"Jerk is an understatement. He's a real asshole."
"What do you mean?" Inquired Elsa as she closed her book and pushed it away. She wasn't getting anywhere with math tonight.
"He tried out for the hockey team this season." Kristoff recounted as he rolled his beer bottle between his hands. "He was great, yeah, but he just had this ego." The man stood up to face Elsa. "He has to be the most violent person on this planet. He couldn't go an hour without picking a fight."
Elsa's lips were pushed into a thin line as her eyebrows knit together in concern.
"He even tried to take a crack at me!" Kristoff laughed as if the idea was completely ridiculous. "After that, I kicked his ass off that ice before he could cause any more trouble."
Elsa contemplated Kristoff's words for a moment as she took another swig of her drink. The idea of such violence made her feel somewhat concerned for the redhead that she had spoken to earlier today. Another sip. "Do you think he hurts Anna?" Elsa finally asked what the two of them were obviously wondering.
"Oh gosh, I hope not." Kristoff sat across from Elsa at the kitchen table. "She's too sweet to hurt."
Elsa once again pondered the man's words. She recounted the way Anna shut down when the man entered the room. The thought of anyone being so horrible to another human being, especially one they were in a relationship with, made her sick to her stomach. She sighed "Well I also hope not."
Elsa turned her head to look at the wall clock. 10:34 PM. The woman sighed and rubbed at her eyes. "I'm gonna take a shower and head to bed."
Kristoff let out a noise of confirmation as he threw his now empty beer bottle away. He cleared his throat. "You think she's gonna call you?"
Elsa shuffled her piles of work around, placing unfinished papers in one pile and completed papers in another. "Well... I hope so." She seemed somewhat undecided as she spoke. She really didn't know. The whole field of relationships just seemed to further confuse her as of recent.
Kristoff walked over with a smile. "You'll be fine kiddo." He said with a laugh as her pulled Elsa into a loose headlock, grinding his knuckles on the blonde's hair in a noogie as the blonde laughed and yelled at him to stop. The blonde's already messy hair became even more wild as she twisted around, desperate to get the upper hand.
"Kristoffff!" Elsa whined, unable to stop her own flow of laughter.
After a few more embarrassingly futile attempts of escape Elsa called out. "Alright alright! Uncle!"
The man removed his arm and kissed his sister atop her head. Elsa gently shoved him before beaming up at him, her hair sticking up and a very odd angle.
"Be careful with that one. I don't want my little sis' getting heartbroken over some dumb redheaded coffee girl."
Elsa only shrugged before the man turned to walk to his room.
"Night!" Kristoff called before shutting the door to his own room.
"Night." Elsa muttered to no one in particular. The woman chugged the remainder of her beverage before disposing of the glass bottle. She let out a final disgusted shiver as the dregs of the beer sat heavily in her stomach. "Disgusting."
Then Elsa quickly made her way to the restroom and stripped before hopping into a nice cold shower. Cold showers were always sort of a guilty pleasure for the woman. Kristoff often poked fun at her appreciation of the cold water, playfully thanking her for not wasting all of the heat before he had the chance to take his own shower. The cold had always been more comforting to Elsa than the heat. It was summer when the woman found herself the most uncomfortable. She couldn't stand the sensation of the sun forcing its uncomfortably hot rays onto her pale skin and causing her to burn. She hated the steady trickle of sweat that was supplied with an average summer's day. She felt as if heat was an annoyance. Heat always found a way to wrap its way around her neck and suffocate her with it's unbearable stuffiness.
However, it was the complete opposite with the cold. The cold brought cleanliness and crispness. No sticky salty sweat, no unbearable blanket of warmth, no painfully bright sun, just the cold. Elsa's favorite moment of the year had always been the first day she could walk out of her house and see her own breath in the crisp morning air. Because at that moment she knew that the winter was coming, and with winter came snow.
Snow was a fascination of Elsa's. Almost an obsession at some points. She'd spend forever doodling intricate snowflakes onto the coovers of her notebooks, making sure each branch of the crystal was even and precise. She could sit for hours on end just watching the white flakes drift slowly down from the clouds onto the ground. Elsa loved the snow.
Once she was done rinsing the last bit of hair product from her blonde locks, Elsa turned the water off and slipped a towel around her body as she wrung out her hair and twisted it into a bun to sit on the top of her head. She gave herself a once over in the mirror before heading to her room across the hall from Kristoff's. Elsa had always seen herself as somewhat of a plain girl. She didn't think there was a particular trait about her that really made her pop. She had light blonde hair and pale skin that burned if she was exposed to the sun for any amount of time that was over two minutes. Though she had a fairly feminine body and long slender legs, they were often covered up by t-shirts and baggy jeans. She never really cared what she looked like too much, unless it was exceedingly important.
Honestly, what does Anna see in me?
And once again the blonde's thoughts were drawn back to the readhead. She remembered how she rambled on and on about herself and her life. Elsa remembered how the girl would twist the strap of her apron nervously in her fingers whenever she spoke to her. How the skin around her nose gathered up whenever she giggled, and the heavy dusting of freckles that ran across her rosy cheeks. The memory brought a smile to the blonde's face as she slipped in between the blue covers of her queen-sized mattress.
I hope she calls me. Elsa thought as she nuzzled her cheek into her pillow. As she recounted Anna's face once more, she was suddenly reminded of Hans and she began to feel the slightest bit of guilt.
Is she trying to cheat on him? I don't think I want to be a part of that... Elsa sighed, shifting in her bed as she attempted to get comfortable. But she's so cute.
Elsa mentally slapped herself. Christ you're too gay for your own good.
The issue of her sexuality had never been, well, an issue per se. It was in sixth grade that Elsa had her first kiss. The only major difference between her first kiss and most other girl's first kisses was the fact that Elsa had kissed a member of her own gender. After years of soul searching and sexual confusion, Elsa was finally able to come out as a full blown lesbian at the age of fifteen. She had been greeted with nothing but acceptance from her parents and Kristoff. In fact, she could recall Kristoff mentioning that he knew a couple of cute girls he could totally hook her up with. Since then, the fact that she was gay had just become a part of who she was and life continued as it always had.
Elsa had began drifting off to sleep when the light of her phone blinked and the device starting buzzing violently on her bedside table. Elsa groaned and picked up the phone, unlocking it to check her messages.
Unknown number.
Elsa bit her lip and opened the message, curiosity spiking.
"Hey this is Anna. That girl from the North Mountain café. You probably remember me, well maybe you do, but I wanted to say sorry about my boyfriend today. Well he's not really my boyfriend. I mean he kinda is. I dunno. Its complicated. But I wanted to say I'm sorry and that we should talk again. I mean if you're cool with that. I mean, I see you all the time at work but if you'd be okay with talking to me that'd be really awesome. But do you think we could talk sometime? Maybe you could come down to the café and we could chat or something?"
Elsa chuckled to herself at the length of the text message. She's too cute. Once again, the term "boyfriend" didn't sit well with Elsa, but she had little time to think before the phone vibrated once again with a new message. Elsa scrolled down to check it.
"Oh god I don't even know if your phone can get text message. I totally forgot to ask. Can you read this? I hope so, I guess I can call you but it's kinda late. You won't even see this if you can't get texts though. I'm really sorry if you can't read my texts."
Elsa chuckled once more as she grinned down stupidly at the glowing screen of her phone.
It's like she doesn't have a filter or something.
Elsa thought for a moment, thumbs hovering over the touch keyboard hesitantly as she struggled to find an appropriate response.
"I understand. I'm a bit confused, so I think talking would be a great idea. Can I come tomorrow at five?" Elsa hit send before waiting patiently for Anna to respond.
It was only a moment later before Elsa's screen displayed the new message.
"Oh, so you can text! That's great! Tomorrow at five will be perfect. Oh, and I'm sorry if I woke you up, I just realized it's really late. I'll see you tomorrow :)"
Elsa grinned once more before typing in a response. "You're fine. Goodnight :)"
The woman placed the phone back on the table before curling up close with her pillow and sighing contently, but then furrowing her brow in sudden confusion.
What have I gotten myself into?
A/N: Well I wasn't able to update last night, but here it is! Thanks for being awesome you guys, and a big thanks for the reviews. I just love Kristoff and Elsa's relationship, they're so cute! More updates coming soon, so keep reading and reviewing!