So...I've read a some stuff that involved Anna getting err..drunk, and although they were kind of funny, the lead ins never sat well with me. Anna doesn't seem like someone who would like to drink, much less get drunk. But how does someone who hates alcohol get drunk on accident? Just thought I'd try this...R&R! (please)
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"Elsa, dance with me!" Anna laughed, pulling her bemused sister onto the dance floor.
"Alright," the queen cracked a grin. "just this once."
The band launched into an upbeat tune, and Elsa let her giddy sister lead her through a waltz, graciously ignoring Anna's less than coordinated mis-steps. At the close of the song, she gave her sister a little twirl before dropping into a curtsy.
"Sorry about your toes," Anna apologized, face flushed from embarrassment and physical exertion. She leaned in to place a kiss on her sister's cheek. "And thanks for the dance."
"it was my pleasu-wait," Elsa crinkled her nose, "Why do you smell like alcohol?
"Uhh...huh? Oh, someone offered me a flute of champagne, it was just a little, I swear." Anna sputtered. "And honestly, it was kinda gross, so don't worry, I won't drink anymore."
Elsa arched an elegant eyebrow, then shook her head slowly. "Okay then, go dance it off."
"Ooh, I'll go find Kristoff! I love you!" the redhead called over her shoulder.
. . .
"Okay, I need a break," Anna puffed, chest heaving. "And a drink. God, I think I could drink the whole fjord."
Kristoff chuckled. "How about some punch instead? It'll taste better."
Later, his eyes widened in shock as he watched the slight girl down her seventh glass. "You gonna leave some for the rest of us?" he asked tentatively.
"Yeah, just one more. Or two. We danced like, a whole hour," Anna paused. "Does it seem hot in here to you?"
"How about we go sit outside for a bit?" Kristoff suggested, leading her towards the balcony.
"Whoah!" Anna tripped unceremoniously over the doorframe, and Kristoff lunged to catch her from falling. She glanced up at him, biting her lip. "Aww, my hero...what would I do without you?" She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, grinning.
"Well, you'd get into a lot more trouble, that's for sure," he leaned down for another kiss, and was pleasantly surprised as she met him enthusiastically. The kiss quickly escalated when Anna ran her tongue along the seam of his lips, and he hesitantly granted her access, though confused about where her sudden lust was coming from. As soon as their tongues met, he jerked back in shock.
"Wait, why do you..is that from the champagne I gave you or...oh no," he was cut off by Anna grabbing his collar and resuming her fervent kissing. One hand slid down his chest to the his waistband, and began untucking his shirt. Once the offending article of clothing was removed, she slipped her hand onto the exposed chest of her confused beau. Kristoff fought his desires to dismiss the irregular situation and go with it, but gave an internal sigh. He ruefully pinned Anna's hand to his chest in order to stop her from wandering any further and pulled out of the kiss. His other hand came up to gently hold the back of her head as he rested their foreheads together.
"Anna, stop," he said gently. "We can't. Not like this."
"But I want-"
The doors slammed open behind them, blowing a cold gust of air over them. "What the hell are you doing to my sister?" Elsa snarled.
Kristoff let out a groan. "Your Majesty, I can explain,"
"No you may not! I think I can see what's going on just fine, what with your clothes half off, and encouraging my baby sister to grope you in the middle of a public event! Where is your sense of-"
"Elsa!" Kristoff broke in, moving to shut the doors behind her. "She got really thirsty after dancing, and she dipped into the wrong punch bowl, okay? I took her out here to cool off, she made a move on me, and I was trying to rationalize with her." he explained gently.
Elsa took a deep breath, then furrowed her brow. "Wait, so she's…" she let the question hang as she turned to stare at her sister, stumbling around the balcony.
"Yeah," Kristoff broke into a grin.
"Why are you smiling?" Elsa challenged, turning back to Kristoff.
"Well, it's Anna,"
"Care to elaborate?" Elsa responded drily.
"You know, Anna; light-hearted, carefree, a bit child-like, thinks alcohol is gross...yet somehow she still manages to get herself drunk." Kristoff chuckled.
Elsa glanced back at her sister, sprawled on the ground from tripping, and bit her lip as the humorous irony sunk in. "Okay," she grinned. "I guess that is a little...amusing."
"El...sa?" Anna spoke haltingly. "I'm not feelin' s'good."
"Right. Kristoff," Elsa addressed the mountain man. "I need to get her up to bed. And," she lowered her voice. "I'm sorry for yelling at you."
"Don't mention it," he grinned. "She's lucky to have you. Uhh...do you need a hand? I could carry her."
Elsa offered a grateful smile. "I don't think that would make the best impression on the guests, but thank you."
"Alright then. I'll be down in the stables if you need me. Goodnight, Your Majesty."
Elsa guided her heavily intoxicated sister down the hall, groaning as she tripped yet again. "Anna, what am I going to do with you?" she growled in exasperation.
"I dunno, but youu still love meee," the redhead slurred gleefully. She pitched forward onto the bed when they finally made it to her room. "Oh, what happened to me? Mm I dying?" She moaned.
"No, you got drunk," Elsa sighed, undoing Anna's corset.
"Did...not! I told you, alcohol's gross." Anna protested, sitting up.
Elsa walked over to the wardrobe and tossed a nightgown at her sister. "Here, put that on. The punch was spiked." she explained. "You're not dying."
"Ugh," Anna wrestled the nightgown over her head. "You sure 'bout that?" She flopped back on her bed. Elsa smiled at her sister's annoyed discontent and pulled back the covers for her.
"C'mon, in you go." she cajoled.
"You're staying fer a bit, right?" Anna begged. "Please?"
Elsa sighed, climbing in next to her sister and leaning back against the headboard. "Just a bit."
Anna snuggled up closer to the blonde. "Sing for me?"
"The french one?"
"Yeah."
Elsa took a breath and sang softly;
La lune trop bleme pose un diademe sur tes cheveux roux
La lune trop rousse de gloire eclabousse ton jupon plein d'trous
La lune trop pale caresse l'opale de tes yeux blases
Princesse de la rue soit la bienvenue dans mon coeur brise
Les escaliers de la butte sont durs aux misereux
Les ailes du moulin protegent les amoureux
Anna's breath had evened out in sleep, and Elsa lowered her voice as she continued softly;
Petite mandigotte je sens ta menotte qui cherche ma main
Je sens ta poitrine et ta taille fine
J'oublie mon chagrin
Je sens sur tes levres une odeur de fievre de gosse mal nourri
Et sous ta caresse je sens une ivresse qui m'aneantit
Elsa stopped and looked down at her sister lovingly, reminiscing about when their mother would sing this song to them. Anna always loved it because it told of a red-haired princess. The serene face of her sister was enough to make her heart melt.
"You gonna finish it?" Anna blinked up at her sleepily.
"I thought you were asleep," Elsa chuckled.
"So?"
Elsa leaned down and placed a kiss on her sister's flushed cheek. "Alright."
Les escaliers de la butte sont durs aux misereux
Les ailes du moulin protegent les amoureux]
Et voila qu'elle trotte la lune qui flotte, la princesse aussi
La da da da da da da da da da
Mes reves epanouis
Les escaliers de la butte sont durs aux misereux
Les ailes du moulin protegent les amoureux
"Okay?" Elsa murmured, moving to get up. "I'm going to go now."
"No you're not," a hand latched onto her wrist in an all too familiar way. The blonde sighed in resignation, trying to hide the smile that played on her lips, before lying down on the bed and wrapping an arm around Anna. The other hand she rested lightly over Anna's heart, feeling it's steady beat reverberating through her fingertips. She sighed into Anna's soft, red hair.
"I love you."
. . .
So..how'd I do? I didn't think it was that bad to say so myself.
Anyway, here's the translation for the song up there, La Complainte de la Butte, courtesy of Rufus Wainwright. I thought it was fitting. Here's a youtube link if you wanna listen.
watch?v=M2933uG2GGA
The moon, all too fair, in your russet-red hair sets a sparkling crown
The moon, all too red with glory, is spread on your poor, tattered gown
The moon, all too white, caresses the light in your world-weary eyes
Princess of the street, do allow me to greet you, my broken heart cries
The steps of Montmartre, all uphill, are hardest on the poor
The sails of the mill, like wings, shelter all paramours
I feel, beggar-girl, your fetters, they curl as they seek out my wrists
I feel your young breasts, your thin little waist
I lose my regrets
I taste on your mouth the feverish breath of a half-starving waif
And with your caress I sense drunkenness erasing my life
The steps of Montmartre, all uphill, are hardest on the poor
The sails of the mill, like wings, shelter all paramours
And see how she skips, the moon how she drifts,
The princess in tow
Da da da da da da da da da da
My reveries grow
The steps of Montmartre, all uphill, are hardest on the poor
The sails of the mill, like wings, shelter all paramours