A/N: July was a really busy month and I couldn't get around writing this no matter how hard I tried. But I'm hoping I can update more regularly since I'm having ideas budding in my mind for some maybe plot-twisty stuff. I don't know but keep reading? And golly, all those follows I'm gaining is making me blush.
By the way, Anna has some levels of social anxiety (or maybe just generalized anxiety) plus an eensie bit of depression. If you're uncomfortable with a character having that then don't read this.
'Elsa's queer. Elsa's queer?' those two words rang through Anna's head repeatedly in different tones. What Mulan said to her must've had some form of truth. After all, something about Elsa spoke to Anna. She couldn't exactly pinpoint what the feeling was… Oh yeah, it was the so called 'gaydar' her queer friends often spoke of. But wait, Elsa's so attractive and even if she was queer, what are the chances of her being single? Anna shook the thought out of her mind—Elsa would have little to no interest in dating someone as plain as her.
Ah, these treacherous feelings. Perhaps she crushed a little too fast, or maybe she was confused about her feelings. After all, Anna did have the tendency to mix up the feelings of friendship and the feelings of romance. She stretched her arms before rolling around in her bed—
"Umph!" Her body collided against the carpet while she rolled a little more, wrapping her blanket around her as if she was a burrito. It took her a few moments to recover from the accident, well, more likely daily routine.
"Jesus I need a bigger bed," Anna groaned while rubbing the back of her head. She pulled herself up from the ground into a sitting position, crisscross applesauce, as the children would describe her way of sitting.
Her hair was a mess. Anna had frizzy and curly hair all at once. Once she combed and straightened it, she would look alright. However, the trouble right now was not her hair. Anna couldn't see a thing—well she could, just the thing would look thousands time more blurry than it actually was. Her hands wandered around the floor, patting each surface hoping to feel her glasses. She continued her motion onto the wooden drawer but she missed a motion. Being the ditz that she was, she almost fell over but caught herself. Unfortunately, her other hand accidentally swatted the surface of her drawer which then knocked over her alarm clock and…she heard something break.
Oh, shit! It was her glasses! She panicked whilst frantically attempting to collect the shattered shards. Of course, in the process of doing so she accidentally cut herself. Anna rolled her eyes at her horrible luck this morning. A few tears came out of her eyes as the wound bled and stung, that was partially why she started to cry. The other half was humiliation, she was hated the fact she had incredibly bad luck—especially during a weekend morning.
Anna choked.
Last night during work, Elsa was so busy she literally had no time to make eye contact with Anna. She knew that Elsa was a model and should be kept occupied all the time but Anna was hurt. Weeping noises came out of her as she cursed herself.
"Goddamn Anna Bell, do something right for once!" Her hands hurriedly wiped her tears at the thought of being ignored by the older model.
Elsa was the first person in ages that treated her like an actual human being, not just person she could push around. Somehow, Anna thought she meant something to the model, well, maybe Elsa was just polite and kind to everybody. These emotions were unsettling, she wanted them gone now.
"Anna!" a voice cried out as the door to Anna's room was pushed wide open. Anna couldn't make out the face of the person but she knew it was her roommate Rapunzel. "What happened here? Your room's a mess!"
"R-Rapunzel… is that you?" Anna tilted her head as her eyes squinted, trying to make out an image of her blonde roommate. But the only things she could see were a lightly blurred blonde blob and a pair of emerald green eyes.
"Yes Anna, it's me, your roommate. Now tell me, what did you do here?" Rapunzel sat next to the strawberry blonde before taking Anna's hand into her own whilst observing the cut. Her eyebrows knitted into a frown as she noticed the bleeding, it was pretty intense. "Actually, I'm gonna go get you a Band-Aid. Sit still, and don't do anything stupid."
Before Anna could protest, Rapunzel has already gotten up and out of reach. She does vaguely remember having a pair of contact lenses somewhere. They were bought fairly recent, maybe about three weeks ago and they're still in the packaging. The contacts were prescribed to Anna to cater her vision, so she could wear those for the meanwhile.
"Punz," Anna called out, but there wasn't a response. "Punz!"
"Hold on Anna, I can't find the band aids!" A frustrated response came from afar as the voice echoed throughout their small apartment suite.
"Puuuuuunz! Stop! I need you to do something!" Anna screamed at the top of her lungs, hopefully that would catch Rapunzel's reaction. Clearly, the strawberry blonde was not pleased nor was she amused. "If you don't get your ass over here I'm gonna punz your face!"
"Anna," a succinct response came chiming in, the voice obviously belonged to Rapunzel and she was not amused at what Anna just threatened. "Stop making horrible 'punz' out of my name please—also, what did you need?"
"Can you grab my contacts?" Anna whimpered as she rubbed her eyes again, hoping to get a clearer vision of Rapunzel. Nope, she didn't and in reverse her face got blurrier.
"Where are they?"
"Uhm, probably by the sink in my washroom." Anna responded as she attempted to get on her two feet. Her hands pressed against the wooden table for support and with some effort, she managed to stand up. Her finger was still bleeding but the cut barely stung anymore.
"Alright, gotcha!" Rapunzel chirped before dashing into Anna's washroom, which were a few inches away from Anna's current position.
Ring ring!
"Anna your phone's ringing!" Rapunzel yelled from the washroom as she continued to look for the case which holds the contact lenses. "It's from—ooh! Elsa Arendelle? That model?"
"E-Elsa?!" Anna's jaw almost dropped wide open. She was in so much shock and the call was definitely not expected.
After all, how on Earth did Elsa have her number? Her manager noted the fact that she and Elsa were getting along quite nicely and decided to let Anna be Elsa's personal escort in the company while in the duration of Elsa's time in modelling for the company. So having Elsa's number was something she needed, in case there was some emergency shoot or whatever the company would issue—in that case, Anna would need to call her.
Beep.
"Hello?" Anna heard Elsa's voice over the speaker phone and panicked. But obviously, her path was blurred almost completely for her, or at least she wasn't in a good state to walk especially after falling out of her bed dramatically. Her two hands clasped together and prayed that Rapunzel wouldn't say anything ridiculous.
"Hi!" Rapunzel chirped as she came out of the washroom, one hand with the contacts and the other with Anna's phone.
"Uh…Did I call the wrong number? Anna Bell, ring a bell?"
"Yes yes, Anna Bell does ring a bell," Rapunzel giggled a little bit, she looked at her roommate who was clearly flustered at the situation. A smug smirk came upon the blonde before she dropped the case holding the contact lenses into Anna's palm. "I'm her roommate but here, let me hand off the phone to her."
Anna eyed Rapunzel as she could see her figure walk out of her room. It was then when she carefully made her way into the washroom and hit the light switch. Lucky for her, she hit the right switch and turned on the lights instead of turning on the fan which would result in a frustrated Anna fumbling the different light switches.
"…Hello?"
Oh, right! Anna was supposed to speak to Elsa. Her body tensed up at the sudden though, she bit her lip a little while opening the case of her contact lenses.
"Uh… Hey!" Anna responded dully.
The strawberry blonde had way too much anxiety lurking over and in her mind. She honestly wanted to ask Elsa about her day or how she got her number and many other burning questions. But because she was incredibly anxious about what could happen (and all the possibilities that popped up were extremely negative), Anna decided to go with something as simplistic as "hey" to be safe.
"Hey, it's Elsa. I'm just checking in, are you feeling better now?"
Anna almost dropped her contact into her eyeball too quickly. A sharp pain came across her as she bit her lip and hissed softly. Now her vision was in the weird state of one eye was really blurry and the other was crystal clear, this was incredibly nauseating for the airhead.
"What? I've always been feeling good! Are you sure, you have the right Anna? There's a lot of Anna's out there in the world—"
Oh dear, she rambled. Thankfully she managed to cover her mouth up quickly before anything ridiculous was blabbered out like "hey, I think you're really cool" or "I like you a lot" or even "Maybe we can hang out or something".
"Oh yeah, I'm definitely calling for an Anna Bell. Not Anna Kendrick or Anna Nicole Smith," Elsa giggled from the other end.
Carefully, Anna dropped the other contact in her eye before blinking a couple times. There! Her vision was crystal clear and she struck a pose to accommodate her difficult accomplishments. However, what Elsa said got her on a chokehold and the strawberry blonde had no idea whatsoever what the model was talking about.
"I don't quite understand…" She scratched her head before turning off the speaker phones and holding the phone next to her ear.
"Remember? You called me last night and started crying?" Elsa's voice sounded extremely concerned for the younger woman.
"I—What!" Anna's jaw dropped lower than the sea levels of the Marianas Trench. She was utterly shocked at the newly received information. There was no recollection of such memory whatsoever so how, how did Elsa claim that she had called—her gaze met with a bunch of scrunched up beer cans. "Ah… I see what…"
"Anna? Are you okay?"
"No… I-I mean yes! Yes I am!" At this point she was completely incoherent and an utter mess to top it off. Anna was in a daze and clearly, there was some form of discord in her voice. The truth was, she could vaguely and hazily remember dialling a number some time but anything else came to her as a blur.
"Anna where do you live?"
"Number 205, 2244 East Pender stree—what? Why are you asking me—"
Ding dong!
"Hold on, I got a visitor in my—" the dial tone buzzed and interrupted her before she could finish anything. "…apartment."
A sigh came out of her lips. She slipped back into her bed sheets and crawled into the fetal position. Utterly disappointed, in herself and her incapability to maintain a decent conversation she closed her eyes. One hand clutched a handful of her blanket; the other pulled her knees closer to her chest. For some reason she felt utterly useless and maybe even a waste of space, what her point of being around anyways? Perhaps her purpose in life was to be dull so other people could shine brighter—maybe this was why nobody truly cared about her—
"Anna!" A feminine voice exclaimed worriedly and it wasn't long until she felt a hand touch her shoulders. For a fact, Anna knew that voice did not belong to Rapunzel but rather, it still sounded familiar.
She turned around and lifted the sheets off her face. Her two hands on the surface of the sheets, he face completely revealed to whomever that was in her room. To her attention, was a worried Elsa in her perhaps, pyjamas? Anna was incredibly confused and had so many questions she wanted to ask. How on Earth did Elsa get here so quickly?
"Elsa..." her voice trailed off in confusion. "How?"
The older woman took a seat on the carpet next to Anna's bed. Subconsciously, she was flicking the stray hair away from her face and tucking them behind her ears while simultaneously, looking at Anna observantly.
"I actually live two suites down, that's how," the model laughed a little bit. "So I guess that makes us neighbours."
"Why did you come over?" Anna was no longer thinking, she was just asking questions and glad that Elsa was around. For some reason she really needed that presence around her, the sense of safety and maybe even the sense of being a little bit important.
"Anna, I want to make sure that you're safe. That's why I came over," a faint smile touched upon her lips. Her eyes ended up focusing on the hand with the rough cut. Her brows knitted into a frown before laying her own hand next to Anna's. "May I?"
Anna nodded. Elsa took Anna's hands into her own before pulling out a couple band aids from her pocket. The reason why she even had all those band aids to begin with was in case she hand a hung nail in the morning so she could cover it up, that was her agent won't be able to see it/them. Carefully, she wrapped one around Anna's index finger and laid the other one across the surface of her hand.
"There we go, all fixed up," Elsa released the other's hand and smiled in delight. She clapped her two hands together as if she was brushing off dust, but she wasn't because there was no dust to brush from.
"Elsa."
"Hm? What is it Anna?"
"Why do you do all this for me?" Anna turned her face slightly to face Elsa while still laying down.
Elsa tapped her chin briefly, thinking of what Anna had just said. Then a faint smile came across her lips before she poked Anna's nose gently.
"Because of reasons," Elsa responded. "Because of reasons, that's why."
Anna was thoroughly confused by what Elsa meant. However, that was the least of concerns now since the platinum blonde was right here for her. Some reason, she felt safe around her. Anna could feel a part of her budding from this nurturing environment, this person who treated her with respect. For some reason it didn't matter if she was going to have a one-sided school girl crush, everything was going to be okay.