Imagine your OTP asking each other to prom in cute ways. Bonus: Person A gets a detention from standing on a cafeteria table at lunch with the word “Prom?” written on their stomach for person B. - otpprompts​

The ringing of the school bell echoed throughout Arendelle Junior College. Chairs and tables screeched in protest as students shoved them out of their ways, greeting their teachers with a simple hand gesture as they exited their classrooms. The canteen was slowly filled up with people and the clattering of plates, bowls, and utensils echoed down the hallway. Elsa immersed herself in the chattering of her clique as she made her way down.

“So Elsa, what’s the plan for this year?” Ariel asked casually, glancing at the colourful decorations around the school prepared annually for school prom.

Elsa hummed deep in thought. She had been thinking about it for the past month ever since the ticket prices had been revealed. There was no doubt about who she was going with, but, on the other hand, the senior had been brainstorming ideas on how to ask her.

As queens of last year’s prom, Elsa and Anna’s fame and popularity in school skyrocketed. Although she wasn’t too happy with being called Queen - So if a gay couple had won, would they have been Kings? It lacked creativity Elsa’s opinion. - it was nice to know how supportive and proud her school was of the queer community. Not to mention it was a thousand times better than being known as The Ice Queen as she had before Anna entered her world.

“I don’t know,” she finally said after they arrived at the hall. Suddenly, a voice called out to her.

“Hey Elsa!”

She turned toward the source of the familiar voice, a redhead jumping slightly waved at her excitedly. Anna was sitting on the table among her clique. They were crowding around her so Elsa couldn’t really see her girlfriend who seemed shorter than the rest.

Upon hearing Anna, all eyes went from one of the famous Prom Queens to the other. Everyone made way and greeted Elsa with smiles and tiny gestures as she passed by on her way.

“Hey,” she replied with a tiny wave to Anna. But before the redhead could see her, she was pulled back down and out of view from the blonde. Elsa shrugged it off as Anna’s group of friends’ usual antics and without quickening or slowing down her pace, she made her way through the canteen.

All the girls in her clique looked at her and Rapunzel asked, “Should we talk about this here?”

Elsa replied nonchalantly, “No it’s alright. Anna’s probably discussing how to beat me again this year.”

“Beat you?” Ariel asked.

“Yeah, I mean last year, I planned to ask her out with arrows from her front porch leading to her garden. I even asked her mom for help but-”

“Wow, that’s such a cliche!” Merida piped up. “I’ve seen that on a Youtube once. Boring.”

Ariel hushed the girl up while Rapunzel nodded agreeing.

“I know. But It was the best I could come up with. But I already ran out of ideas. The previous year - wait, do you guys remember? - no, you’ve got to remember. I learned to play guitar just to ask her out. That was the best I got, I guess.” She slumped her shoulders in defeat. “But anyway, last year, she beat me to it with the help of the rugby players. Remember when I said yes and she ran around the school telling everyone about it?”

Everyone nodded in scary synchrony.

“As if you were going to say no to her.” Merida chuckled.

“Exactly! So when I asked her what all her excitement was about, she said she beat me to asking her out. So apparently we’re competing-”

Rapunzel rolled her eyes. “Oh god.”

Elsa smashed a fist on her palm, adding with a determined grin on her face,“-I’m determined to beat her this time.”

While Merida and Ariel laughed at their ridiculous contest, Rapunzel facepalmed. Elsa admitted, it was funny, but she enjoyed it, and she laughed along as well.

“Hey Elsa!” A loud, low voice that almost cracked boomed throughout the canteen. All eyes shot at the boy who had yelled across the room. Kristoff’s eyes widened and held up his hands defensively as if everyone had turned into a pack of wolves.

While her attention was on the boy who had called her, in her peripheral view, she could see Anna snickering as she snapped her fingers. Hans and Mulan kneeled down and she climbed on their shoulders. When her feet landed on Kristoff’s, who was on the table, they quickly stood up on it as well to support her.

“Check this!” The redhead exclaimed. She pulled up her shirt and put the edge into her mouth, revealing her toned abs with something written on it. She placed her hands on her hips and her chest swelled with pride.

Loud gasps echoed in the room and silence washed over everyone. The plopping sound of egg mayo from one of the stalls tickled Elsa’s ears as her eyes quickly snapped to it and back to her girlfriend, who despite standing on a table and a person, was still far from touching the ceiling. She snorted behind her hand at the thought - she’s so tiny - and shook her head as she took a few steps towards the clique’s table.

“Babe, don’t you remember? I’ve told you, you are too slim. What is that?”

Anna rolled her eyes and mumbled something in reply, shirt still in her mouth. Elsa guessed it was something about not being able to hear her since she barely whispered it, not yelled so the whole world can hear them. Closer, Elsa realised the redhead’s sports bra was slightly visible. “Anna, your bra is-”

“Ms Springs, please get off the table and pull down your shirt!” A teacher yelled from a distance. Judging from how close to Batman the voice sounded, it was probably Mr. Christopher.

All breath left the blonde’s lungs and her purse fell to the ground. Her world narrowed to just the two of them. The voice of a teacher storming over faded and Elsa burst out laughing due to her sudden inability to speak at just how ridiculous the stunt her girlfriend just pulled was. Walking blindly towards Anna, she knocked into a few shoulders, nudging them out of the way until she could read the words on Anna’s belly.

Anna sported the biggest and tightest grin she could muster without letting the cloth slip. And when Elsa tilted her head and raised an eyebrow with a smirk, her eyes widened as she looked down as well. Elsa crossed her arms and asked, “P-what-OM, Anna? I’m sorry, how do you pronounce… an inverted R?”

“Oh no!” The whole school burst into howling laughter and probably tears Anna would never forget. “Kristoff!” She shouted at the boy after she hopped off him. She shoved the blond who was laughing down the table and licked her thumb to rub off the big fat ‘Я’ on her belly. Meanwhile, Elsa tried to pull up Anna’s best friend who was lying on the floor still laughing.

“Anna Springs!” Mr. Christopher bellowed, sounding much closer with every syllable spoken. “Anna Springs, get down from there, now!” He gestured at Anna with an index finger to the floor.

Anna rolled her eyes and droned, “alright, alright… I’m coming down…”

“I’m your teacher, Ms Springs. I expect you to speak to me with respect. Thank you for hitting your third strike. Saves me the trouble of remembering, I’ll see you in detention.” He then turned around and clapped, “alright, everyone… nothing to see here. Recess ends in twenty!”

Groans echoed in the canteen and the crowds slowly dispersed. Everyone returned to their queues and Elsa’s clique remained close by. She could hear whispers from behind but knew they simply didn’t want to get into trouble.

Elsa giggled from behind the teacher, refusing to go anywhere until she got her chance to speak to Anna. Anna glared at her pouting. The blonde of the two had to resist the urge to pinch the other’s freckled cheeks. “Now follow me, the both of you-”

“What?”

“Ms Arendelle. Cooperating with Ms Springs was strike three for you too. Don’t think I didn’t notice the two times you slipped into my classroom late. Now back to my office so I can issue you the detention slips.”

Anna let out a loud ‘Ha!’ before remembering it was Mr. Christopher who was just speaking and quickly covering her mouth with both hands.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that Ms. Springs,” the man said as he left the canteen and the couple followed after him. “I understand that prom is coming and you children-”

“We’re not children anymore, Mr. Christopher!”

“- are eager to find your partners. And I’ve known the two of you since middle school, Ms Springs, don’t get all cheeky with me. But please, girls. No stripping in the canteen. Keep that behind doors.”

Elsa stifled a laugh until Anna nudged her. “Sure, Mr. Christopher,” she said.

After receiving their after-school detention slips, the two girls found themselves standing outside the staff room with the school bell ringing.

Recess had ended.

And they hadn’t eaten.

“So…” Anna started.

“We have a valid reason to be late for class.” Elsa said.

Anna rolled her eyes. “I know that. Prom?”

The word brought a smile to Elsa’s lips. “Need you ask?”

“Come on, I need to hear you say it.” The redhead glanced confidently at the blonde. She whispered into Elsa’s ear as they made their way down to the canteen again. “Say it, say it. Say it. Say it. You know you want to.”

Elsa eyed the shorter girl beside her with a face that said, ‘need I really say it?’ which Anna blatantly ignored, continuously chanting the same two words, causing her to resign to her fate. With a sigh, she said, “Yes, Anna, you win… I’ll go with you to prom…as if I’d go with anyone else,” muttering the last part, which Anna was too deaf to hear as she jumped around again proclaiming her victory.



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A/N: This one’s for L. I know it’s late but happy belated, buddy! Thanks for always being online and patient with your lousy writer-friend! I tried my best but I’m too tired to fix this anymore so I hope you liked this anyway. D8