Prompt Post 4!
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"Alright..." Anna sighed. "Thanks for letting me practice again, Flynn," she smiled, offering the man a hug. "I don't exactly get many chances, y'know?"
"Not a problem," Flynn waved his hand. "Just put it to good use."
"Alrighty!" Anna broke the hug, and allowed Flynn a few feet before walking after him. Her smile eroded. "...it's been a while."
Another hand pressed down on her shoulder, and the redhead tensed up instantly.
"Three years, as a matter of fact!" Anna threw the hand down, and confronted her new visitor. "Where the fuck have you been?!"
"I-I... I umm," the woman was clearly thrown a curveball. She backed away, and began smoothing down her tangled mass of platinum blonde. "I wanted to see you, Anna."
"Oh? You wanted to see me?" The redhead's teeth were bared. "Why did it take so long for you to pay a visit?!"
"I... was busy."
"Too busy to see me?" Anna cried. "Gods, Elsa... how did you even know where I was?"
"I... asked your neighbour." Elsa stared at her feet.
"Ohh, you mean crazy Maurice?" Anna's tone of voice was suddenly light and airy. "Heh, figured he'd still be up at this hour."
"...so yeah, I decided I'd-"
"Come say hi to dear old me after so- no wait, I'm mad at you!" Anna's voice flipped again. "You think you can just waltz back into my life after three years, like nothing ever happened?"
"I needed somewhere to stay, and... and couldn't think of anyone else." Elsa continued to make friends with her feet.
"Oh, so I'm worthy of your presence when your life's falling apart?" Anna's lips were thin. "Just what catastrophe befell you, oh dear Elsa?"
"Can I... tell you later?" Elsa spoke behind her hand, very wary of the company in the distance.
"Am I missing anything, ladies?"
Anna pointed a condemning finger at her sister. "Flynn! You're still here?!"
"It'd be cruel to leave without you," Flynn had his arms folded, and his keys jingling. "And besides, this was interesting. I didn't know you had friends?"
"Well umm, actually, Flynn..." Anna wrung her hands. "Th-this... this is Elsa. She's my sister."
If Flynn was surprised, he didn't show it. "You have a sister?"
"Y-yes! Yes I do! And that means you have a cousin-in-law! Wait, is that a thing?"
"Not yet it isn't..." Flynn muttered, a hand tensing in the pocket of his jeans. "Anyway, time's a wasting. We goin' home or what?"
"Yesss!" Anna cried, before dashing back to her sister. "We'll talk about this later."
Anna stared the blonde down for a moment, before suddenly wrapping her arms around her.
Elsa flinched back in response, but the redhead held her tight.
"It's so good to have you back..." She whispered, before dashing off again, this time after Flynn. "Back in a second!"
The garage door was opened with the heavy, juttering noise of bending metal. Both Anna and Flynn went inside, leaving Elsa in the driveway with no idea what to expect.
But then the engine kicked in.
Unmistakeably a V8 roar, a pair of headlights flashed as the engine was revved. And for the first time in a fair while, Elsa found herself grinning.
So, thoughts? Am I doing okay? :3
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I'm loving the Anna + Flynn bromance! Never thought about what they'd be like as friends, but they fit together surprisingly well. She's quirky and strong-headed, he's snarky but caring, and they look really believable as best buds. And Rapunzel will show up, too? That's great!
I thought Anna's reunion with Elsa would be somewhat more tense - but I liked how Anna can't stay mad at her sister, and is so happy to see her again, even if it *is* been a good while. I also liked Elsa's awkwardness around her, like the way she flinches when Anna hugs her. It all felt pretty close to the movie's canon, in a way. That's nice! :)
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As for Rapunzel, she'll definitely be featuring. I have a LOT of cameos planned. :3
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Update time!
(part 1/?)
Elsa heard the welcome revving of a powerful V8 engine; a guttural, muscle packed growl.
She took a step back to admire the work of art. Every inch of the beast had been waxed, it seemed, with a pair of white stripes trailing down the centre of the purple finish. Oh, that's so Anna...
The engine block rattled, and the beast roared again. Ready for a passenger, perhaps?
Elsa's quivering hand reached for the door handle, and the window veered down.
'Pfffewwww...'
"Not quite." A deep voice, far deeper than Elsa was expecting, left the driver's seat. Elsa peered in through the window, and found Flynn smirking at her. In spite of it being past midnight, the man had donned a pair of sunglasses, in combination with his leather jacket and cocky smoulder.
"She'll be out in just a minute," Flynn advised, and put a foot on the gas. The V8 grunted at her derisively as the glorious purple mustang ate the corner in front of it.
And what was left?
"Rrremmmm... remm, remm, remmm!" Anna pootled past her vision. The garage door shuttered behind her, and Anna grinned. "Heyyy!"
Elsa blinked. "...hello?"
"I disappointed you, didn't I?" The redhead averted her gaze.
"Oh, no no, not at all," Elsa berated herself internally. "I was just... mistaken, that's all."
"I know, huh? Wouldn't it be great to drive that monster?" Anna giggled. "Apparently Punzy picked the colour!"
Elsa's eyes widened. "...oh. Makes sense."
"So yeah, climb aboard!" Anna pat the half a seat behind her, revving the tiny engine of her vespa. "You want the helmet, or should I?"
"Err... does it make a difference?" Elsa couldn't help but ask.
"Well, whoever isn't wearing it will look like they're on their way back from a date with a mysterious stranger!"
"...I'll take it." The older sister made up her mind, and received the lime green crash helmet from Anna.
"Alright then, miss mystery," Anna bit her lip. "Climb aboard! We're homeward bound!"
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Gingerly, Elsa hitched up her skirt, and arranged herself around Anna. Her arms carefully snaked around the redhead's waist, were they allowed to go there? and with a couple more test revs, the vespa was away, screaming off down the road.
The asphalt remained mercifully uneaten as Anna's two wheels rumbled along. Her cinnamon braids floating out behind her, she barely even remembered that her older sister was there. Were it not for the arms around her waist, she would have forgotten completely.
Elsa, on the other hand, was lost in an alien world. With Anna's cinnamon braids floating into her vision, covering up what little the green visor didn't obscure, she was barely aware of anything at all right now. She could hear her own breathing, which made for an interesting novelty, and she could feel the presence of her little sister between her arms, a presence she had lamented for three years. Her fingers tightened around Anna, pressing into the soft, slightly pudgy flesh of her stomach...
Wait, were her hands riding up?
"Nyugh!" Elsa spluttered, hurriedly shifting her hands from the curve of her sister's chest, and instead overcompensating, and planting them in her lap instead.
"...yah?!"
Elsa flailed again, trying to find a spot on Anna's midriff that didn't look or feel like she was groping her!
"Hey, hey, relaaaaxxx!" Anna yelled from in front, against the wind. "Just hug me tight! That way we stay warm, and nothin' weird happens!"
"O...kay." Elsa's voice was muffled through the helmet. Locking her arms around Anna's tiny waist, she balanced the best she could as the little vespa buzzed down the empty streets. Elsa could feel an awkward heat percolate from within her, having just inadvertently fondled her sister.
"Not much longer now!" Anna yelled back at her.
"I know! I walked it!" Elsa yelled back.
"Oh yeah!" Anna giggled. After a sudden stop at a 'bastard fucking' red light, and an avoidance of eye contact from a night patrolman, the little vespa eventually rounded one last corner, stuttering to a stop in front of a modest wooden flat.
"Remember this place?"
Elsa tugged the helmet from her head. Static electricity crackled through her hair as the green filter was finally lifted.
"Of course. How could I forget this place?"
The photo in her hands felt like a lead weight. It was only a simple photo, a self-taken shot of a fifteen year old Anna, standing in front of a building and sporting the 'rock on!' symbol with her other hand, but she could barely even look at it for how much guilty bile it dredged up.
"Hey Elsa!" She had written. "Guess who's got themselves a flat!! It's not much, but it's got all the stuff it needs. The landlady scares me, but I can make rent with my part time job, and the money mom and dad left me, so I don't think I'll be dragged off to her torcher dungeon just yet!
Once I learn to cook stuff, you've gotta come over for a visit! It can be like a sleep over if you want, like when we were kiss kids!
Anyway, I just thought I'd say hi. So hi! ⛄
Good luck with that interview thing! You'll do great! Just show them the real you!"
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That was the first letter Anna had sent her. Many more were to follow.
"Ahh, so you did receive those letters I sent?" Anna smirked, dismounting her vespa. She wheeled it into a protected corner, and folded her arms. "It would've been nice if you wrote me back, y'know?"
"I... I was busy." Elsa hung her head.
"For three years?" Anna's voice was straining. "What the hell kept you busy for three years?"
"Lots of... things." Elsa averted her gaze. The metallic guilt in her throat was bubbling closer to the surface, threatening to spill its contents at any moment...
"Well, it doesn't matter." Two strong hands gripped her at the shoulders, and shook her back to reality.
"I can tell it's bothering you, so for now, let's just get inside and call it a night. You can tell me when you're ready, okay?"
Elsa felt herself falling forwards into her sister's arms. "...alright."
"It's okay..." Anna stroked her platinum bangs. "Heh, your hair's gone all floofy."
"Eh? It has?!" Elsa flailed, running her own hands through her hair to find it a static mess. "Ohh, dammit! A fifty buck perm, down the drain..."
"Fifty...!" Anna gasped. "Right, you, that's another thing we gotta discuss at some point."
"We... do?" Elsa popped an eyebrow.
"Yes, we do. Now, get inside, and enjoy my shitty home."
"Wha?" Elsa found herself being steered up the splintery steps. "Oh c'mon Anna, I'm sure your home isn't all that-"
"Hey, my home is all that." Anna poked out her tongue. Wielding an enormous keychain, one that featured more trinkets and doodads than actual keys, she attempted to negotiate the front door open.
"God damn, son of a..." Anna held her tongue in between her teeth in concentration. "Dammit Mr Pickles, get out of the way!"
"Mr... Pickles?" Elsa couldn't help but chuckle.
"He's this little guy here!" Anna wiggled a phone charm at her sister, oddly enough depicting a purple bird of some kind. "He's mischievous, and gets in the way sometimes, and - GOTCHA!"
The keys twisted, and the front door finally swung open.
"Hah! Take THAT, door!" Anna pointed tauntingly at the tired wooden frame, and beckoned Elsa inside.
The blonde's expectations... crashed at the door.
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'Humble' was not a strong enough word. this is what our parents' money funded?
From the mangy carpeting to the peeling walls and the bizarre smell she couldn't identify - old bananas and feet? - everything about this place so far just screamed 'ew!'
"Well, it's nothing amazing..." Anna noticed her sister's nose wrinkle. "But what's mine is yours, Els."
"That isn't much..." Elsa glanced around nervously. Beneath her feet she could feel impressions in the carpets where things once were.
"Yeah, well money's tight right now..." the redhead sighed, dumping a heavy sounding bag onto the floor. "I'm afraid you're stuck with the couch for something to sleep on. But that's okay, cause there's blankets and stuff!"
"I haven't slept in sixty hours, Anna," Elsa managed a smile. "Don't worry, I could sleep on a... rock."
Actually seeing the couch had her less convinced.
Back in its heyday, it might have been considered a 'charming' little two seater. But that charm had long disappeared, it seemed. The fabric bad been patched so many times that it was bulging in places from escaped stuffing and extra layers. A suspicious looking stain had taken over one of cushions, and there was a puncture in the armrest that looked a little too much like a bullet hole.
Elsa was so preoccupied with staring at it that she didn't even notice the blanket that was thrown at her.
"Eyah?!"
"Took ya long enough," Anna managed a smirk. "Anyway, as I was saying, dear sister. I'll be sleeping just through here, so try not to wake me. Bathroom is just over there, and you are currently in the sitting room, the dining room, and the kitchen. If you're hungry, feel free to find something to eat. Other than that... just make yourself at home, okay? I know it's probably not what you're used to..."
"No no, that's okay Anna!" Elsa forestalled her. "This is perfectly okay. I just need to... settle in! That's all..."
"If you're sure..." Anna mumbled. Padding across the floor in her bare feet, the redhead yawned. "Just be good to old yeller, got it?"
"Old yeller?" Elsa was flummoxed.
"It used to be yeller." Anna pointed to the ramshackle couch, now lost somewhere between grey and brown.
Elsa smiled, despite herself. "Goodnight Anna."
Anna stopped in her tracks. The tiniest upturn of the lips.
"...goodnight, Elsa."
And Anna quickly shuffled off into her room. Her door was squished shut, and Elsa was left on her own. With little more than the clothes on her back, the platinum blonde was still reeling from the last few days.
How could life go from perfect to... this, so quickly...?
Elsa stripped off her dayclothes, and curled herself up in the ice cream patterned blanket that Anna had thrown at her. Did everything in this house smell weird?
And then it was the couch's turn. Despite three layers of blanket, the thick, mangled springs still found their way through, punishing Elsa's sensitive skin. Every movement she made resulted in noise, which varied from irate creaks to grumpy groans.
And no matter what she tried, she couldn't find any position that promised comfort. Regardless of her efforts, something was in some level of pain.
Elsa gave up on using the armrest as a pillow after some time, due to the particularly solid substance it seemed to consist of. A painful search however, on behest of her overtired brain, yielded an unusual discovery.
"What the?" Elsa muttered to herself, flicking a switch on the device and powering it up. A green light blinked back at her, followed by the nostalgic glow of a handheld games console.
One of those old ones, from about ten years ago.
Her eyes adjusting to the bright light, Elsa smirked to herself.
In three years, Anna hadn't changed one bit.
...and yeah. Thoughts? :)
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