Anna always thought about the beauty of perspective and how much it differed between people. She found it funny how someone could say a scarf was blood orange but someone else would argue it was red. That's a q not an a, they'd say. To each their own, she'd reply.

Anna it says thirteen not three, they'd say. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, she'd retaliate with an airy voice.

For fuck's sake it's a stuffed animal, the words would wriggle their way through clenched teeth. A common mistake, Anna would brush off their alarm.

People would not so gently inquire that she needed glasses but the artist would always claim that her vision was perfectly fine. She could read and tell her colors—for the most part. Why pay for glasses that she would lose in an hour if her eyes worked moderately well?

"Because your eyes are crap that's why", Elsa's flat tone made her cringe, "Do you remember that leaves have veins, y'know, those obvious lines that make up a good portion of a leaf's anatomy."

Anna crossed her arms defensively, "I remember what leaf skeletons look like!" A long sarcastic 'right' made her sink lower in the swivel chair. They were loitering inside the local eye care facility as Anna's father talked business with the clerk on hand. After five years of procrastinating and nagging on Elsa's end, the ginger had finally agreed to an optical exam. Much to everyone's surprise, her eyesight wasn't as bad as it seemed. It didn't change the fact that she needed a strong prescription.

It took three minutes of of arguing with her father but Anna had managed to talk him into buying her contact lenses to go along with a sturdy pair of glasses. Mr. Breivik made it clear that there was a price limit of a hundred and thirty but Anna still eyed the more expensive displays across the room. She had left Elsa in charge of picking a frame for her.

Normally Anna would be ecstatic about trying things on, especially the ridiculous looking sunglasses—which in Elsa's opinion, were overpriced. Elsa wasn't sure what to make of Anna's gloomy attitude for the past week or how to approach her on the subject. She shuffled over and took a seat next to her, "I found a pair, try them on."

The frame looked sturdy enough for her friend's lifestyle. From the front they looked rather plain, but the simple floral motif on the arms had caught her eyes and she immediately thought of Anna's trademark. Anna took the pair from her and tried them on in the small mirror, "Whoa."

"There's a brown set over there too if you want something not black… and blue if you want color", Elsa said as she watched the redhead check herself out. Anna adjusted the floral snapback and made a few silly faces, "I look smart… very slight hipster vibes but smart. The black is fine for me."

"I think you look pretty cute", Elsa was slightly embarrassed about the slip but she played it off as nonchalance. She wasn't wrong, Anna was a very attractive person looks and personality wise, no matter how much the latter protested. Anna gave her a dorky smile before strolling over to her dad with the frames on, "Vati look I'm competent now."

He murmured something about still being an airhead—or something else, Elsa couldn't tell. Mr. Breivik's voice was roughened by years of hard liquor and screaming at crowds; that and german was her third language. Once the clerk took Anna's measurements, all that was left was the wait.

Mr. Breivik made sure the glasses and contacts were paid for and that they had enough money to dick around before leaving them at the strip mall. Anna had her bike, so he wasn't really concerned about transportation. They wasted the hour at the pizza joint, bothering a friend that worked there.

When time was up Anna wandered back to the facility to pick up her prescriptions, Elsa wanted to purchase something from the store across the street. She promised she'd be right back but the ginger still felt a little abandoned. The clerk at hand explained how to take care of her contact lenses and the proper way to remove them.

"Alright can you try these on for me while I find a good case for them", the lady presented her glasses before strolling into the back. Anna slipped them on and marveled at how high definition everything was. She stared at her hands with awe, "I'm having… a religious experience right now holy shit."

"I leave you for a couple minutes and you've gone and become a satanist, c'mon now…"

Anna laughed at the inside joke, "You're like ninety percent of my impulse control I don't know what you were exp—wow." Her train of thought crashed when she looked up.

A few seconds passed, Elsa quirked a brow, "Wow what?"

"I want to draw you", the reply tumbled out before Anna could snap out of her daze and Elsa flustered. Not that the compliment wasn't flattering, but because she knew it was Anna's euphemism for 'I want to fuck you'. The problem was trying to figure out if Anna genuinely wanted to draw said person or… both.

"I mean—You look beautifuller than I remembered! N-n-not that you weren't beautiful back when we were like eleven or anything, or less full—well yes you're fuller b-but not bad fuller more like a good fuller honestly—you really grew into your uhm, beauty—paint worthy beauty. Solely for art purposes. And not for frick fracking—not that you aren't frack worthy. I'd totally bang—draw—fuck—sketch—you—not that I'll try or want to but—you're uhm, very photogenic, yes. That's not the word I'm looking for, faen", Anna rubbed her temples and sighed. She wanted to chop off her own tongue, "Can you forget whatever I just said? That'd be nice." Your beauty is like gravity and my canvas is the ground where I stand; but at the moment there isn't even a pencil in sight so I'm falling, failing, to catch myself.

Elsa hadn't moved since Anna's ditzy declaration. Her hand effectively obscured the lower half of her flushed face while her other arm was crossed over her chest. She was amazed at how fast her heart was beating, "How about… we stop by the dollar store on the way back to my place, unless you wanna head to Rapunzel's instead?"

"Rapunzel's place sounds good", Anna coughed out as she hung her head in embarrassment. The clerk returned almost on cue—they suspected that the lady had waited for the cringe worthy moment to pass before returning, not that either of them would blame her. Thankfully they were the only customers in at the moment.

"Here you go sweetie I found a really durable one for you", she smiled as she handed over the case. The sympathy in her eyes was clear as day. Anna thanked her briskly before making an escape out the door with Elsa at her heels.

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