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.

47. Chapter 47

I opened my locker and a note tumbled out.

Elsa's handwriting was something beautiful. It was something completely unexpected from a person like her, with her leather clothing and rough personality.

The handwriting was curling. It was so beautiful, that I could have looked at it all day, without reading the words. I really didn't want to read the words, because when words are strung together, they make sentences. And when sentences are strung together, they make paragraphs. And when paragraphs are mixed with certain other elements, they make a letter.

Which was what I held in my hand, judging by the label on the top.

Letters could have anything in them. Confessions of love. Confessions of hate. Death threats. All of which (or at least for the last two) could have very likely been in the letter.

But the fact was, there were only three words, not counting the signature at the bottom.

In spite of the simplicity of the sentence, I had to read it several times, before I actually understood what it was saying.

When I did, I threw the letter to the bottom of my locker, where erasers and forgotten assignments found their home.

"I liked it."