Standard Disclaimers: I don't own Frozen or anything included in this story and they belong to their respective owners. Elsa and Anna belong to each other.
Caution: Mild smut at the start.
Elsa sat there motionless for over a minute, still in shock. Her left hand hovered just above the strawberry blonde hair. She could hear the loud thumping of her heart. Why did she say my name in her sleep? Was I in her dream? Elsa pondered over it for a while, asking the same questions over and over again. Oh my gosh oh my gosh I can't believe it!
Her focus went to the girl on her right shoulder. Elsa watched her chest fall at every breath. After a while, she heard a purr from her right. It was Anna, and she was snoring. Aww, that's just adorable! Elsa wore a huge smile on her face. Wait. From what I've read, snoring means that the person's air intake is somehow constricted. I should do something about this. She brought her shaking hands to Anna's shoulders and she lightly gripped on them, making sure to touch the clothing and not the freckled skin underneath. As much as I like to listen to her snore, I don't want her having a hard time sleeping. The blonde raised Anna from her shoulder and placed her onto her lap, giving her a more comfortable position. That's better. I don't mind her resting on my lap anyway. Copper braids draped over the sleeping girl as her hands did the same on Elsa's thighs. The radiant sunlight shone over the sleeping girl's face. It complimented her complexion, her freckles, her peaceful smile, and her copper hair perfectly. Elsa was amazed at how even the sun made her gorgeous. Oh gosh she's beautiful even when she's asleep. Her confidence grew the longer she stared at her. The blonde gently combed her fingers through the soft strawberry blonde hair. The gesture made the owner of the hair let out a satisfied moan. Elsa simply smiled at this new discovery. She brought her hand to Anna's cheek and gingerly poked every visible freckle, mentally counting them. Moments after, the blonde retreated her hand to cling on her own braid, a smile still on her face. Her attention went to Anna's shoulder as Elsa reached for it. She hesitated at first, drawing her hand back to her chest, but eventually she did it.
Her hand rested on Anna's shoulder. Elsa felt her hand warm up and her heart race. She ventured further as she slid her hand down to her arm, the skin contact making her blush and her heart leap to her throat. The blonde pursed her lips as she tried to calm herself. Her skin is warm. Of course, it's warm. She's a person! An adorable person... It's clear that she's younger than me, but I feel like she looks at me as an equal. Oh gosh I just can't stop thinking about her adorableness. Stop that, Elsa! She rested her hand at Anna's arm. The sleeping girl giggled softly, which made Elsa went back to the real world and looked back to her face. It looks like she's having a good dream. She sighed, her face going back to its normal pale hue.
The two sat there for a while. Elsa tried to keep still so as to not wake the other. She brought her phone out and played a game. Anna laid on the blonde's lap, her breathing seemed like music to the blonde, albeit it was hardly a noise.
Elsa looked down to see the violin case between their legs. She lifted it to examine its contents. Her hand grabbed the zipper and in one swift motion, opened the case. Inside was the violin she recognized in her visit before. She looked closely at the instrument. It showed subtle signs of wear and tear: its body paint was chipping slightly and the strings were rusting. It's obvious that Anna had had this for a long time. The blonde closed the case and zipped it shut. She gave it a pat and set it down to her left side in the bench, opposite to Anna.
Suddenly, the sleeping girl lifted her legs to curl up on the bench, her arms tucked in her chest, and turned around over Elsa's lap. She was somewhat in a fetal position. The other girl couldn't help but to blush furiously, her cheeks flushed in red. She almost thought that heat was radiating from her crimson face. Her heart raced like never before. Her hands began to sweat as they felt cold. H-her face is on m-my... my... oh no no no no no, this is bad. This is really bad! I hope nobody seems this oh my gosh we're in the middle of the park oh my gosh oh my gosh Anna please stop! Anna was facing at her crotch, her nose was putting pressure to her nether regions. Her slow warm breath stimulated Elsa, her heart pounded in her chest. Oh God, please wake up. I-I can't... oh my, it feels good. I really hope nobody sees this. I'd die of embarrassment if someone did. Elsa let out a shaky breath at the sensation. Her eyes shifted left and right, scanning the environment for anyone passing by them. Fortunately for her, few people were in her view and none seemed to notice the two since they were minding their own business. She reached her quaking hands out to the girl. The blonde shook Anna, an attempt to wake her up. The redhead moaned in response. C'mon, Anna! I c-can't take it m-much longer! She shook her again, much stronger this time. Fortunately, it worked. Anna shifted her body and let out a yawn. She sat up slowly and stretched her arms, groaning slightly. She slowly opened her eyes, then Anna turned to look at Elsa.
Thank goodness, she's up.
"Hi Elsa," she greeted. "How long was I asleep?"
The blonde, still blushing, looked at her phone. "A-about twenty m-minutes," she said. Wait, it was just twenty minutes?! It felt like forever.
"Oh okay," Anna put her feet down the ground as she sat on the bench. She let out another yawn. "I guess I need to go home now."
"Sure. C'mon," Elsa said as she stood up from the bench. Her legs were trembling slightly, but her face was back to its pale color. She reached her hand to the redhead. Anna grabbed her hand and stood up as well. The two walked out of the park. Anna was still a bit drowsy, her gait was sluggish. Elsa placed her hand to her shoulder to keep the redhead steady. After a while, she was fully awake and capable of walking normally, but Elsa's hand still remained.
A short walk and an elevator ride later, they were in front of Anna's apartment door. The redhead turned around to face the girl.
"I had fun today, Elsa." Anna beamed.
"Me too," she said, doing the same, albeit softer.
"Umm, I would like to do this again..." the redhead said shyly. Her eyes were looking down at the floor. She fiddled her fingers behind her back. "... if you won't mind," she continued.
"I'd love to," Elsa grinned.
Just not the 'breathing on my crotch' part... yet.
The two stood there for a while, not wanting to part ways just yet. Anna continued to fiddle with her fingers behind her back as she bit her lip and looked down at the floor. Elsa raised an eyebrow.
The redhead looked up to face the taller girl, her lips now curled up. "Bye, Elsa."
The blonde looked at her eyes. It glistened at the light as it stared right back at her. She knew what her eyes were saying. For the first time in forever, she understood someone. Her face softened and she smiled. "Goodbye, Anna." She said as she turned to the hallway. Moments later, she was in the elevator.
She wants to see you again.
It was night time, Elsa sat in front of her laptop, her screen displayed an image of a violin. But to her, she saw Anna. She saw her cheerful smile, her bright copper braids, her freckles on her nose, and her turquoise eyes. Elsa smiled as she was caught in her reverie. She imagined the redhead in a beautiful green dress as she played the violin in front of a large audience. Her head bobbed with the sound of the violin. Her eyes was closed and her smile, true and vivid. Her violin produced melodies so sweet, as it was similar to an angel's voice. Her motions were fluid and confident, a picture of sophisticated grace. I'd do anything to see her perform.
Ding!
Elsa snapped out of her realm of fantasy as she took her phone. It was a text from Anna.
'Hi, Elsa :3'
The blonde grinned at her phone. She pushed her glasses back up before texting. 'Hey, Anna. What's up?'
After a short while of waiting, she got another message from her. 'I have a recital five days from now. I was wondering if you could help me with it.'
'Sure thing. What do you want me to do?'
Silence filled the room as she waited patiently for her response. Even though she waited a bit longer than before, she didn't mind. It's okay, as long as it's Anna.
'Can you come here on Tuesday to listen to my performance?'
At this point, Elsa was already beaming with anticipation. 'Okay. See you then.'
This time, the younger woman replied almost instantly. 'Yay! Thanks so much! :D'
'No problem. I'm happy to help.' Elsa set her phone down on her desk. She jumped out of her chair and bounced around her room. The blonde was squealing in delight. "I'm going to see her again!" She cheered with her arms tucked to her chest.
Her bouncing stopped abruptly. She had realized something. Oh wait, I need to look up what are being judged at recitals. Elsa went back to her laptop and started typing.
It was Monday morning. The clock read eight twenty-four. Elsa was already up, skim reading the news online. She sat in front of her laptop as she sipped on her morning coffee. The girl scrolled past topics she had no interest such as politics and showbiz. As a result, she had reached the end of the page quickly, reading only three articles. Ugh, why do I even bother? She closed her browser and decided to play War Thunder. She shifted her glasses before Elsa opened the game launcher. To her surprise, it started updating. Seriously? You updated a week ago! She simply gave up and closed it. Come to think of it, I've just played games throughout the summer. I haven't done anything other than that. Well, I did meet Anna, so that's something. She looked at her phone which rested on her desk. Should I call her? Is she busy? I think she's busy. Is she? Yeah, she is.
Elsa stood up and proceeded to walk to the fridge. I mean, she has her violin lessons. She is also in college, so she might be busy studying or something. She opened the fridge, grabbed a carton of milk and drank from it. Does she drink milk? I don't think she's lactose intolerant. Yeah, she drinks milk. Why do I keep asking these things? She returned the carton to the fridge. A thought came to mind, stopping abruptly as she bit her lip. Wait, is she into girls? She has a best friend who is a guy and he's her roommate. But what if they get intimate? What if... She gently closed the fridge door, and she rested her forehead on it. What if she doesn't see me the same as I see her? Elsa let out a shaky breath. Wait...
She said my name while she dreamt. What does that mean? I'm no expert, but people don't usually do that.
The girl raised her head up from the fridge, her eyes filled with hope and her lips curled up. She pushed her glasses up with her middle finger. No. It's too soon to give up. I still have a chance.
It was Tuesday morning. Elsa had anticipated this day and it finally arrived. She was up at five forty-five, the earliest time she had ever woken up. The sun was still on the horizon. The air was cool, so her air conditioner had been turned off. Her visit wouldn't start until one in the afternoon, so she has plenty of time to prepare.
Elsa, still on her pajamas, was sipping in a glass of water while she watched a video on a blonde Swedish guy playing a horror game called Outlast. She didn't need coffee since just the thought of the redhead made her got up from bed. It was that or the game she was watching was scary. Elsa chose the former. After the video was finished, she loaded up another one. She did this for another couple of hours.
Once she was done watching, Elsa stretched her arms upward and let out a moan. She reached behind her glasses to rub her eyes. "What to do, what to do," she chimed as she looked around her room. She spotted a pile of clothes on the floor. "Laundry," she muttered.
Elsa didn't have a washing machine, so she goes to the Laundromat weekly to get her clothes washed. The blonde went to take a shower.
After that, she got on a fresh set of clothes and dried her hair with a hair dryer. She wore a simple white shirt and blue shorts. Her platinum blonde hair was loosely tied in a ponytail by a red scrunchie. She switched her glasses for contacts. Once she was done, Elsa got to work. She got a large plastic bag and placed the pile of dirty clothes, including her pajamas, inside. Once all of it is in the bag, Elsa tied the open end of the bag and went out to the front door.
An hour later, she returned to her apartment with a plastic bag full of clean but slightly damp clothing. She hung them out on the clotheslines on the balcony. After that, she walked to her room, switched her contacts with glasses again, and continued her routine.
Elsa was in a match in World of Tanks with her Nashorn. They were in the winning side. The enemy team only have four tanks left, and they have nine. After a nerve-wrecking hunt, Elsa and her team won. The win left her in a really good mood due to the triple experience boost she had and the four enemies she destroyed.
"Yes!" She beamed as her arms flew upward. She saw the phone's digital clock in the corner of her eye. Twelve noon. I think it's time to get ready. Elsa closed the lid of her laptop and got up from her chair. She walked to her dresser. Her eyes searched for clothes that would fit her purpose. Finally, she settled with a black shirt with a white print in front and denim blue jeans. She had two pairs of black Chucks, so she picked the one that was not recently used. After that, she tied her hair to her usual braid. Elsa grabbed her wallet, her phone, and her keys and placed them in her pockets. Once she was all set, she headed out.
Elsa stepped out from the apartment building, and she walked towards her car. The blonde grabbed her keys and unlocked the car door. She stepped in and turned the engine on.
It was a short drive to Anna's place, and there isn't much traffic congestion today. Elsa stood in front of the apartment building door, the same spot as she was almost a week ago. She was nervous back then. Now, she was excited, excited to see Anna, excited to hear her music, excited to just be in her presence. Elsa wore a smile as she walked through the door. The girl walked to the elevator door. Fortunately for her, the elevator was on standby in her floor so it opened up the moment she pressed on the button.
Elsa had reached Anna's apartment, she stood in front of her door. The blonde brought her fist to the door and knocked. It opened after a while. To her surprise, a man stood on the other side. He was taller than her by about five inches. He also had blonde hair, but he was more yellow than Elsa's platinum blonde hair. His body was large and intimidating, but he wore a welcoming smile. Nonetheless, she felt her nerves tense up and her hands start to tremble.
"Hello," he greeted. "You must be Elsa."
Wait, I'm sure I got the apartment number right.
"Umm, y-yes. That's me. Is A-Anna home?" She asked, choking in her words.
"Yeah. She's in her room. First door on the right," he said as he stepped aside, pointing out the girl's room.
"T-thanks," she muttered, avoiding eye contact with the man.
"I'm Kristoff by the way," he said, reaching out his hand.
Elsa hesitated, but she reached out her hand and they shook hands. Oh my gosh I hope he won't notice how nervous I am.
"N-nice to meet you, Kristoff. I've heard a lot about you from Anna."
"Really? What did she say?"
"Well, she said that you were a—"
"Hey, Elsa!" The redhead cut her off. "You're here early," she beamed.
"Anna!" She beamed as she walked towards the girl, the man lost in her sight. Anna wore a simple green tank top with black shorts, showing off more skin than her past meetings.
"I-I never knew you wore glasses," the redhead remarked, slightly blushing.
Elsa froze in her place. Her eyes widened and she placed a hand on her face. She felt the plastic frame of the eyewear. I forgot to take them off! She sighed and she continued to walk towards Anna, keeping her composure. At least she isn't making fun of me... yet. Elsa simply smiled in return, not wanting to say anything out of line.
"I see you've met Kristoff," Anna chimed.
"Y-yeah. I thought I was in the wrong apartment for a second there," Elsa replied, trying her best to mask her embarrassment.
Kristoff stood there and waved at the two. He had thought the girl was really timid before. The sudden change made him gobsmacked. "Anyway, I gotta go do some stuff. You girls want anything?"
"Bring home some ice cream," Anna requested.
"As usual. See ya," he said. Kristoff gave the redhead a smirk before he closed the door.
"So, shall we get started?" Elsa asked.
If she won't ask about my glasses, then she has no problem with it. Don't worry about it, Elsa.
"Sure. I've already set up my stuff in my room. I'll just go get them," Anna said. She turned around and went to her room. Elsa just sat on the couch and waited, her fingers tapping her thighs.
After a short while, the redhead emerged with her violin, its bow, and a metal black music stand with papers clipped on it. Anna set them in front of the couch and in front of Elsa.
"Okay. So this piece is called 'Sarabande in D minor,'" she stated. Anna brought her violin up to her neck and she positioned her bow on the strings.
Moments later, the whole apartment around Elsa turned to a blur as her eyes were fixated to the girl in front of her. What she had imagined before was close to a reality. Anna swayed and bobbed to the rhythm of the musical piece she seemed to have known by heart. Her slim fingers danced on the neck of the violin. The sounds she produced travelled across the whole room. Even though Anna made a few mistakes with her piece, the blonde never seemed to mind. To Elsa, she was in a whole new world. The solemnity of the music in her ears made her slowly sway to the tempo. She examined her perfectly well. From her small fluid movements, to the way her eyes were closed while playing, to the way her fingers waltz around the strings, to the tiny smile on her freckled face, all these left her stunned in her seat. Everything about her was perfect. She couldn't stop watching Anna, she didn't want to. This certainly made her week.
Sadly, the musical piece was over before she knew it. Anna set down her violin and bow, she opened her eyes and turned to Elsa.
"So, what do you think?" Anna asked as she brought down her violin to her side.
Elsa simply sat on the couch, her mouth agape.
"Hello?" Anna chimed. She waved her hand in front of the blonde. After a while, she snapped out of her trance.
It was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. You were beautiful while you played. I want an encore!
"Oh! Umm, it was good - great actually!" Elsa said.
The redhead giggled. "Thanks."
"How long have you been playing the violin?"
"About four years."
"I see," Elsa said.
It was Anna's turn to ask. "How long have you been wearing glasses?"
The question took the blonde by surprise. She jumped a little from her seat, causing the eyewear to slide down a little. "T-this? Umm, a-about five years," she stammered as she pushed her glasses up. "But I wear c-contacts when I go outside," Elsa continued. Quit stuttering! Why do I keep stuttering?! I don't know!
"I see. Well, it looks cute on you," Anna said with a smile.
She's okay with it ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh she's perfect!
Elsa's lips curled to a smile, her fingers on her left hand tangled in her braid. Her head tilted ever so slightly. "Thank you."
You go, Elsa. Just try to be adorable.
The redhead's face was flushed and her eyes widened. Anna pursed her lips. Her shoulders closing in her ears. She turned her head, looking away from the blonde. Elsa raised an eyebrow. "Something wrong?" She asked, a concerned look on her face.
"N-nothing! It's just that..." she looked down to the floor. "You should wear it more often," she muttered, barely heard by the blonde.
Did she just say what I think she said?! Ohmygoshohmygosh I should definitely hug her!
Elsa's smile widened. She got up from the couch and walked towards Anna, closing the gap between them. She lifted her arms around the girl. Without a silver of hesitation, Elsa gave her a hug. It took the redhead a while to process, but she returned the hug after a while. They were in each other's arms. Anna's chin rested on the crook of the blonde's neck. She had caught a scent of Elsa's shampoo. It smelled like apples. Anna relished in the aroma, causing her to moan in delight.
The taller girl was the first to break the embrace. They smiled as they stared into blue and turquoise. "I'm really glad you came today," said the redhead, looking up to the blonde.
"I'm glad I came too," Elsa said.
That sounded weird.
Anna simply giggled. "Anyway, how's my performance?"
"Don't worry about it, you'll knock 'em dead!" The blonde cheered.
"Well, if you think so. Thanks," Anna grinned as she tucked some of her hair to her right ear.
"You're welcome," Elsa said. She pointed to a small hallway. "Can I see your room? I'm curious," she continued.
"Go ahead, curious." Anna smirked.
The taller girl let out a soft chuckle. Sassy. Elsa walked towards the hallway. She found the door on her right, just as Kristoff stated. It was just a white plain wooden door. She twisted the doorknob and swung it open. The room came into view. The walls were beige, the ceiling was white and the floor had a large evergreen rug spread across it. The room contained a bed on one side and a desk with a chair beside it, facing the adjacent wall. A cabinet was opposite the bed. The desk, chair, cabinet, and bed frame was all made from wood and was painted beige. The mattress was covered with a white sheet. A green blanket laid neatly on top of it. There were books and pieces of paper scattered on top of the desk.
Elsa went and sat down on the bed. Comfy. She looked at the posters stuck on the cabinet. It had familiar faces such as the two robotic masks from Daft Punk. It also had unfamiliar ones. Elsa didn't pay attention to them, her eyes fixed on a specific poster: a picture of a small concrete road. It was the album art of Owl City's album: All Things Bright and Beautiful. It had a distant tree on the hill and there were more clouds in the sky. She gazed at it for a while. It was a blissful picture. Suddenly, Elsa felt her eyelids getting heavy. The lack of coffee took effect, leaving her feeling really drowsy. Maybe a nap wouldn't hurt. She slid off her shoes and left them scattered on the rug, leaving her with white socks. She lifted her feet to the bed, and she laid her head on the pillow. She recognized the scent of the pillow. Lavenders. Shortly after, she was off to dream.
A/N: I have no grudge against War Thunder. It's an awesome game. I haven't actually played Outlast because I nope the hell out of jumpscares. Just watching people play is fine by me. I'm pretty sure a majority of you know who that blonde Swedish guy I've included here. Give Sarabande in D Minor a listen. It's a beautiful piece
Also, I've getting reviews on past-present tenses. I've looked over it, and I only saw a few errors. My beta-reader also saw the same. If you think something written is an error, please don't hesitate to send me a message so I can verify and correct. This is my first fanfic and all.