How about Elsanna #15 and #4

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4: “I’m flirting with you.”

Anna is oblivious to everything. Everything.

She can’t really help herself. Sometimes things go in one ear and right out the other, sometimes it takes her weeks to figure out that someone was telling her something important.

The point is, Anna is oblivious.

This drives Elsa nuts. For the longest time, she’s been flirting with Anna every time they’re in class together, but Anna doesn’t seem to pick up what Elsa is laying down. She simply smiles and says thank you, or makes some comment about how Elsa is the same. Nothing Anna does is flirting back, but Elsa thinks she’s making it clear that she’s interested in Anna.

Obviously, Anna isn’t getting it.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

The next time Anna takes her seat next to Elsa, Elsa leans over and smiles.

“Good morning, Anna,” Elsa says sweetly.

“Good morning!” Anna chirps.

“Your hair looks lovely today.”

“Thank you. So does yours.”

“Thanks.” Elsa bites her lip. “So… what does your weekend look like?”

Anna shrugs. “I don’t know. I don’t usually do anything important over the weekend.”

“Do you have any plans this weekend?”

“I dunno. Why?”

Elsa resists the urge to roll her eyes, though it would have been with some affection. “Anna.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m flirting with you.”

“You’re what?”

“I’m flirting with you. I’m asking you out.”

Anna blushes darkly. “Oh! Uh… that’s wow. Okay.”

“Is that okay?” Elsa feels like she came on too strong.

“Yeah! Yes! I mean.” Anna clears her throat. “I’d like that. Gosh, thank you for telling me. It would have taken me a million years to realize that.”

Elsa giggles. “I’m glad I did too.”

15: “Please don’t argue.”

“Oh, it’s beautiful,” Anna breathes as she looks at the necklace in the case.

“How much is it?” Elsa asks, appearing at Anna’s shoulder.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s too expensive.”

Elsa purses her lips. “I’m gonna buy it for you.”

“Wh-What!? Elsa, no. It’s not worth it, really.”

“You’re worth it.”

“I’m really not–”

“Please don’t argue,” Elsa coos, taking Anna’s chin between her forefinger and thumb. “I want to do this for you.”

Anna blushes softly. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Elsa kisses her. “I’m sure.”

