argh sorry I know I always do this but can I vent for a bit, that woman is IN MY HOME
hello yes you're through to the maria helpline, sven speaking, how can i help
she just asked if she could borrow some lipbalm and I hate her
borrow, is she planning to give it back
lol
she just called me babe I'm going to scream
thoughts on whether I should hide one of my bras in his bed
I can see the temptation but probably best not
jess says arsenic in her tea
wait jess likes the bra idea but says find one thats clearly not yours so M doesn't punch you
The thing was, though, that usually Anna found living with Kristoff pretty great. He was tidy - tidier than her - and they'd quickly fallen into a routine of her doing bigger cleaning at the weekends while he did the day-to-day stuff. He got up before her in the morning and knocked on her bedroom door when he was finished in the bathroom. He made her tea without being asked and he always, always did his washing up as soon as he'd finished eating.
But not just all that. He was easy to talk to; he made her laugh. He was kind. He fixed her laptop and he lent her his umbrella and one time he spent two hours patiently rebuilding the shoe rack in her wardrobe (apparently she should have read the instructions when she put it together in the first place - and not thrown away all the pieces she had left over - but he managed and now it was so sturdy she could probably shelter under it during an earthquake). Oh, and he was fantastic in bed.
And Anna loved his mum and his dad and his sisters, and she loved Sven and Jessica, and everything was perfectly fine and happy. Most of the time. When there wasn't an annoying, loud, impossibly-cleavaged Italian woman draped all over him, anyway.
And then there was the night Maria was supposed to be coming over so Kristoff could cook her dinner, and she cancelled at the last minute, saying she had too much work to do at home; and Kristoff decided he would take a plate over to her and drop it off, but she wasn't there. The next morning Anna woke up in his bed and stared at the ceiling, listening to one half of a very earnest phone conversation in the other room, and remembered every time she had excused that kind of behaviour from a partner. No wonder Elsa had always got so frustrated with her; from the outside, it was excruciating. On the inside, it wasn't that simple.
Wait a minute. Had Kristoff spoken to Maria the night before? He'd come home angry that he hadn't been able to find her, but did she know he'd even tried?
Anna got up, found her clothes, and ran quickly down the hall into her own room to put on her pyjamas. In the living room the conversation had slowed down, and as she walked in she heard Kristoff say "OK. OK, see you in a minute, then."
He hung up the phone and said, "Oh, good, you're up."
"Is she coming here?"
"No, we're going to get some breakfast." He was pulling on his jacket now, putting his wallet in his pocket.
"OK. Kristoff?"
"Yeah?"
"I think - we shouldn't do this any more."
"Hmm?"
"You know. Last night - I think, I think it's complicating things. We're friends, aren't we? We're good friends, and we work well, living together, but. You know."
He paused, but didn't meet her eyes. "OK. Yes, if that's what you want. I mean, I'm sure you're right."
Anna could tell he was wanting to leave, so she just said "OK. See you later, then."
"See you later."
"We just had a really good talk, you know? We both just really laid out everything, how we feel, and it was great. We've been taking each other for granted, really, and we're both going to try a bit harder, be more committed. You were right, Anna, too."
"About what?"
"It was - complicating things. And it was a bad idea from the start. Not that it wasn't fun, but, you know."
"You told her?"
Hesitation. "I didn't think she needed to know."
So you didn't lay out everything, then, did you. "Probably best." I wonder what she didn't tell you about.
Like these two pink lines.
Fuck.