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.

39. Chapter 39

I fell asleep, if only for a while. When I woke up, it was late, and I was sure my parents were worried. So I pulled my clothes on, and left.

I left a note for Elsa. I told her, once again, how good she did at the choir concert. How good she did in bed. How I hoped to see her again soon.

When I arrived back at my home, my parents briefly interrogated me. But once I told them that I had gone to a small party, with actual people, they immediately waved off their concerns. They were just glad I was interacting.

I changed into comfortable clothing and laid in bed, then, thinking about Elsa — there was no way I couldn't think about Elsa, with what had just transpired. I remembered every touch, every caress. I felt the strange heat emanating from her, as we came together. She hadn't been cold.

I fell asleep after a while, her ghost hands still creeping across my body and mind.