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It wasn't always about what she could see. Anna's senses had fooled her quite enough for one lifetime. She chose to go by her gut.
It had never steered her wrong, and it was what had led her to the kitchens in the middle of the night; an old routine from her childhood, when she would yell and shout and refuse food without her sister, only to sneak down hours later, tummy rumbling.
It was a lonely memory, and just like all the others, she pushed it to the side. It didn't matter anymore. Not after she walked into the darkened room only to stumble upon her sister, cheeks full of chocolate cake. //Her chocolate cake.
Anna smiled. A childhood of lonely memories was making way for a new life of happiness. Nothing else mattered now.
The girl was so new – so strange and exotic and //exciting – that Elsa didn't know what to do with herself. How could her own cold world compare to the exuberance brought on by the red-headed stranger.
It didn't take long for her to realise that... this stranger didn't care.
She brought her own sunshine, and, strangely (and most welcomed)... brought her sunshine with her.
Anna didn't need proof to know that Elsa loved her.
Or rather, she didn't need any //tangible proof.
Despite the door between them – that white- and purple-paint patterned woodwork – Anna knew that Elsa loved her.
If she didn't... it wouldn't be there at all.
If Anna were to take her relationship with Elsa and look beneath the surface; look beneath the shared smiles and soft touches. If she looked past the warm silences and the nights filled with noise... She probably couldn't have wished for a better friend.
Or, a better lover.
Everyone always seemed to approach //Elsa. Conversation was almost always 'Elsa this' and 'Elsa that', and it only made Anna more and more upset.
Not because she didn't think Elsa deserved the popularity (because she did. She was the nicest, warmest, brightest person in the whole community), but just because it really...
It outlined their differences. How did Anna manage to get such a wonderful friend?
She didn't think she'd ever be able to overcome the pain of losing Anna.
Oh, her best friend wasn't gone, nor was she forgotten. Perhaps the most painful part, really, was that nothing had actually changed at all. Just a simple, innocent addition to Anna's life that had Elsa reeling where she stood.
Elsa didn't think she'd be able to face losing Anna. Not to //him...
But as they say. Time heals all wounds.
Well... it tries to.
Maybe it just makes her a better liar instead.
It should have been obvious, really, but it wasn't. As with all things, it started out small.
A laugh. A //giggle. A brush of hair or a bite of a lip. A grin, flashed her way for a second.
Anna didn't know when this- this //crush started, but she knew when it stopped.
She knew when it became something more
Elsa was very, //very good at seeing the black and the white of things. It was either this, or it was that. There was no in between when it came to her.
This was a valuable skill, taught to her by her father, and she carried with her through her entire life.
Until a perky redhead bounced along, all fiery hair and fiery temper, and taught Elsa that...
...Well. She really had no clue at all.
It was in her eyes, Elsa thought. The teal was ridiculously bright – she'd mistaken it for contact lenses.
Or, was it her hair, with its fiery red hue; the strange streak of blonde and added just a bit of charm? It could have been her laugh – nothing more than a light tinkle that could have been windchimes. The only other option were her lips, ever-quirked up in a smile and looking so, so kissable.
But the only thought that actually crossed Elsa's mind was, "But... I'm not gay..."
She knew precisely what she was doing – of that, Elsa had absolutely no doubt at all.
Bright red lipstick and killer heels, she walked with a swagger in her step that seemed so out of place against the usual, clumsy backdrop of her memories.
Anna was looking to //kill that night, and Elsa...
Well, she was helpless against her charms.
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