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.

31. Chapter 31

A week passed, and our roles were reversed; Elsa would start for my side of the hallway, and I would leave before she even got close to reaching me. She didn't say my name, or give me any kind looks, but her eyes held something other than supreme hatred; at least that was something.

But I didn't want to be near her, not at all. The pain in my chest was wrenching, feeling like Elsa literally had some vicious tool lodged in me, and was yanking it in an attempt to get it out.

I longed for her, oh how I did.

But I couldn't be near her. If I came close at all to her, I knew my desire would overcome all else, and there would be no going back.

I stayed away. It was the only way to protect Elsa from me. And...when I looked in the mirror, at the dark bruise still coloring my face...the only way to protect myself from her.