Room 422, Tuesday Afternoon

Jun 17, 2014 16:04

It was strange, how quickly certain things became routine. Like falling asleep with a puppy-sized bear cub snuggled in your arms, or walking down to the cove twice a day so that Elsa-bear (Ursa, Eleanor had begun calling her, though never out loud) could hunt for fishies, or baby-talking your way through honks and growls ( Read more... )

where: room 422, who: elsa, status: babysitting ursa

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iceolatedqueen June 17 2014, 20:16:12 UTC
That was the silliest question! Did Eleanor realize how silly that question was? Because it was. Silly. Super silly. Elsa was going to let her know just how super silly with a honk and a chirp and by plodding over to say hello, because fishies!

Fishies.

It was a good life, being Princess Ursa of Bearendelle.

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nobloodymessiah June 17 2014, 20:25:23 UTC
It was hard being too worried when confronted with the bloody cutest polar bear cub ever, who was wriggling and chirping at Eleanor's toes.

Eleanor scooped up Ursa and nuzzled her, feeling that warm glow of easy affection. It was so hard with people, and so ridiculously simple with anything covered in fuzz.

"Let's play a game," she decided. "You catch fishies and I try to identify them. I could make you a scrapbook, for when you're you again."

That was exactly what Elsa would want: a scrapbook detailing exactly what kinds of fish she'd been chowing down, while ursine.

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iceolatedqueen June 17 2014, 20:30:31 UTC
Oh, yes! Absolutely! Elsa liked that idea, because it involved snuggles, and Elsa's life hadn't had nearly enough snuggling. In fact, the past two weeks had involved far more cuddling and playing and being unashamedly happy than the entirety of her past eight years, and she actually wasn't in any sort of hurry for all of this warm fuzzy happiness to stop!

Which was why she was nuzzling Eleanor back and making happy bear sounds, paws up on Eleanor's shoulders and nose buried in the crook of her neck. Things were totally welcome to stay this way forever.

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nobloodymessiah June 17 2014, 20:40:35 UTC
Forever sounded pretty nice, when she was holding a warm fluffy Ursabear.

"I miss you," Eleanor said softly. "I don't know if I'm doing the right thing. I hope you're okay. Promise me that you're okay?"

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