darkest_fate
machina erotica
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- Dec 17, 2009
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Elsa nearly repeated that first sentence. Not Kristoff? The two certainly spent a fair bit of time together, but Elsa supposed that she may have misjudged the relationship. It certainly wouldn't be the first time she'd misjudged or underestimated Anna or Anna's heart. It did pain her to hear that Anna didn't think she could love someone though.
"Anna, that's--" she began, pausing, even biting her lip, as Anna rolled her head toward the ceiling. A relationship she thought about, what the rest of the world, and then something about what she would think (Elsa nearly laughed as Anna attempted to cover up the she but then almost immediately used "her" instead). It did make Elsa wonder though: was her own desire... catching? Because surely she'd appreciated girls far longer than her sister.
"I don't see how romance can't be possible between any two people," insisted Elsa, sounding as arch as ever. "What difference does it make what the two people are?" she raised a hand this time, letting the water flow. She debated, looked, then looked up at her sister. "Since I suppose we're sharing now, there is something I should probably have told you a while ago," she lowered her arm, taking a deep breath. While Anna looked away, Elsa looked directly at her sister to confess. "I... I don't think I've ever liked... men in that manner. As you said, Kristoff is wonderful and there are certainly admirable traits about them. I simply would rather prefer the company of other women," she paused for a moment, half to let that sink in for Anna, half to think of what she should be saying next.
"So if you're... confused as to whether or not you... like women in a romantic sense, then I suppose I could... help," yes, just help, that would be perfectly fine and chaste. Elsa nodded, shifting to move a bit closer. "If you'd like, we could practice kissing for a while. If you feel that fluttery feeling in your stomach, perhaps for a bit or if you even like the feeling of a woman's lips on yours, then you know that you're at least curious. If you're utterly repulsed, then it's probably just that you've been turned off love for a while, thanks to that bastard Hans." The last was said with a tone so acidic and icy that it nearly made Elsa sound like the dread queen that some of her enemies painted her as.
"Anna, that's--" she began, pausing, even biting her lip, as Anna rolled her head toward the ceiling. A relationship she thought about, what the rest of the world, and then something about what she would think (Elsa nearly laughed as Anna attempted to cover up the she but then almost immediately used "her" instead). It did make Elsa wonder though: was her own desire... catching? Because surely she'd appreciated girls far longer than her sister.
"I don't see how romance can't be possible between any two people," insisted Elsa, sounding as arch as ever. "What difference does it make what the two people are?" she raised a hand this time, letting the water flow. She debated, looked, then looked up at her sister. "Since I suppose we're sharing now, there is something I should probably have told you a while ago," she lowered her arm, taking a deep breath. While Anna looked away, Elsa looked directly at her sister to confess. "I... I don't think I've ever liked... men in that manner. As you said, Kristoff is wonderful and there are certainly admirable traits about them. I simply would rather prefer the company of other women," she paused for a moment, half to let that sink in for Anna, half to think of what she should be saying next.
"So if you're... confused as to whether or not you... like women in a romantic sense, then I suppose I could... help," yes, just help, that would be perfectly fine and chaste. Elsa nodded, shifting to move a bit closer. "If you'd like, we could practice kissing for a while. If you feel that fluttery feeling in your stomach, perhaps for a bit or if you even like the feeling of a woman's lips on yours, then you know that you're at least curious. If you're utterly repulsed, then it's probably just that you've been turned off love for a while, thanks to that bastard Hans." The last was said with a tone so acidic and icy that it nearly made Elsa sound like the dread queen that some of her enemies painted her as.