lalalamarca asked: Elsanna 10?

10. “I just want this.”

Note: This takes place much further along in The Song in My Heart because I just thought of a scenario that could work really well for it. This will be vague enough that you don’t need to have read the fic to enjoy/understand it. And for those keeping up with it, it’ll still be vague enough that nothing major gets spoiled.

Anna sighed heavily, plopping her butt down on the porch of Elsa and Arthur’s manor. Propping her elbows up on her thighs and resting her chin in her hands, she turned a teal-eyed gaze to the hundreds of stone steps leading to where they were at the top of the hill.

I prefer “North Mountain”, but I can see why others would call it “High Hrothgar” because of the street’s name… she idly thought, wincing at the memory of struggling up the steps. It was amazing how Elsa was able to make the climb as if it were just a simple stroll through the park. Years of experience, I guess…

A pair of arms suddenly wrapped around her; a face burying itself into her shoulder.

“Elsa…?” Anna hesitantly called, resisting the urge to stiffen in surprise at the sudden close contact. It’s not that she was adverse to the unexpected hug–never hugs, especially from Elsa–but the techie…avoided close contact from those outside of the crew. Even though they made leaps and bounds in their strange friendship-that-wasn’t-technically-a-friendship-thought-it-was-in-all-but-name, Elsa still refrained from touching her…let alone hugging her.



Like how she was doing. Right now.

“Did you and Arthur…have a fight? I mean, he’s supposed to look after you and all, and maybe he hid this from you because–”



“Anna.”



Her mouth immediately snapped shut–so quickly, her teeth clacked together.

Elsa pressed closer, her hands chilly against the heat of Anna’s skin, and she only just noticed the wetness seeping into her shirt.

“Elsa–”



“I just want this,” Elsa whimpered, so soft that if it wasn’t for how closely they were pressed together, Anna wouldn’t have heard it. “Please…We can…We can talk about it later, but…for now, I just…” Her voice cracked, and Anna’s heart twisted at the sound.



“I just want you.”



Anna immediately turned around in Elsa’s arms, adjusting herself so that she could return the embrace just as tightly. Safe in her arms, Elsa buried her face into the crook of Anna’s neck, cold fingers clutching desperately at the fabric of her shirt.

“H-How are you…not running away?” the techie nearly sobbed, breath hitching. “E-Even after knowing–”



“Because they’re not you,” Anna firmly stated, clutching the blonde closer as she rubbed at her back. “And you’re not them. No matter what North or Kida or the others might think.”



“Druv…? Druv dreh hi–”



“Elsa, you know I can’t understand you when you’re like that,” Anna muttered, wishing she could kiss the top of Elsa’s head, but knowing she’d probably cross a line in doing so.



She did it anyway.

…And Elsa only sobbed in response, curling further into her embrace.

“Zu’u lokaal hi. Zu’u lokaal hi, Anna…”



And despite not understanding her words or the world she suddenly stepped in, Anna held Elsa as tightly as she could.

Because that was all she had to give for now.