This is Ice

by Disneyspine

Every day I would watch that one girl, hoping she'd notice me. Or...rather that she'd notice me in the way I "noticed" her. She certainly knew who I was, there was no denying that. After all: I was the only ginger, lesbian, goody-two-shoes that had had a crush on her since middle school. Highschool AU, punk!Elsa, femslash (Elsanna), drabble-esque chapters.

7. Chapter 7

When I was young, I was very shy. That has never worn off. Awkwardness always seems to run in my veins, in copious amounts. In middle school I talked a lot. And then in high school, I completely closed off. Like I couldn't talk. I couldn't force myself to talk.

The doctors called it selective mutism.

My classmates called it annoying.

"Why don't you talk?" Elsa demanded.

I shrugged.

"You're annoying."

I just looked at her.

"Yeah...then why am I always around you, right?" her nose scrunched. "God, your freakishness is rubbing off on me." She slammed my locker shut and walked away.