(315): Instead of having sex, we spent the entire night making pillow forts and have sword fights. I think I’m in love

Do you want to come over? My roommates are out for the night

Anna stares at the phone in her hand, eyes trailing over the words in the text for what feels like the hundredth time. This is the text she’s supposed to be waiting for. After a string of blissful dates and the occasional hot-and-heavy make-out session, it only makes sense that she and Elsa would finally take the next step in their budding relationship.

Hell, it’s not like they hadn’t tried to get there a few times before, but what with the bad timing of roommates, periods, work, and just about everything that could possibly ruin the tenuous mood they were building with each other, it just never seemed to work out.

But this, this is like the heavens themselves in alignment. A Friday night, so no work the next day. Periods that both ended roughly a week ago. Roommates out of the way.

It’s perfect.

“Hey, Kris?” Anna calls from the kitchen into the next room as she taps out her reply.

The video game soundtrack that provided the evening’s background music continues to play as though there was no interruption. “Yeah, what’s up?” Kristoff asks, voice raised to carry over the noise from TV and into the other room.

“I’m headed over to Elsa’s for the night. You and Sven can survive without me for a few hours, yeah?” she shoots back, already shrugging into her jacket and checking her pockets for her keys.

The music pauses just soon enough for Anna to hear the sound of skin smacking against skin, and she has to resist the urge to roll her eyes. Her roommates were such men sometimes.

“Yeah, we’ll manage. Tell us how it goes, alright?”

“Of course. You’ll be the first ones to hear!” And then she’s out the door.

By the time she gets to Elsa’s apartment, the pillow fort is already halfway built. That’s actually how she catches Elsa, butt waving around in the air as she repositions a chair under a light blanket for optimal support.

She waits until Elsa’s completely out from under the structure to speak up. “Uh, Elsa? The door was unlocked so I let myself in.”

Elsa jumps in surprise, the pillow in her hands poised to strike. “Oh my goodness, Anna! I wasn’t expecting you so early!” she says, lowering the pillow to a less threatening height.

“Really?” Anna asks with a laugh. “It took me like, five minutes longer than it usually does. I had to make sure I was presentable.” Elsa just shrugs, fiddling with the pillow she still holds. “So, uh, what’s up with the pillow fort?”

“Oh, this?” Elsa says, tittering in a way that Anna would almost consider nervous if she wasn’t so used to the blonde always exuding an air of confidence. “I read some nostalgia post on Buzzfeed and felt impulsive. I, uh, started it the second Olaf left, and I was hoping to finish and tear it down before you got here.”

Anna hums in acknowledgement, eyeing the fort behind her girlfriend. It really was an impressive structure, sprawling over most of the living room, with something resembling a spire molded out of pillows and sheets at the front.

“Don’t you think this is a bit too… expansive to be finished in the ten minutes it takes for me to get here?” Anna asks, walking around the structure to examine it from all angles.

“Maybe I got a little excited when I got started,” Elsa jokes, a healthy blush on her cheeks.

Anna sends her a grin. “Well, it’s a good thing I showed up when I did, yeah? I can help you finish up.”

If anything, the smile Elsa gives her is more than worth the offer to help. So is the kiss pressed to her cheek and the other one she steals before Elsa can get away. And it’s not like Anna is particularly opposed to building a pillow fort in any scenario.

With the two of them working together, the fort is finished in record time, the final building stretching from the couch by the TV stand to the kitchen and the front door. There’s not a single blanket or pillow in the entire flat not used as some sort of building material, and half of the furniture is rearranged to act as fort foundation.

The inside is the real treat. They had purposefully left the TV-side of the fort open, using some couch cushions to create a nice den-like environment and creating the perfect place to snuggle up and watch a movie. Just past that is a nest of blankets, sheets, and the fluffy pillows from Elsa’s room, packed well enough to ensure prime comfort and coziness. Closer to the kitchen, they set up something of a stockroom, using the bookshelves in the living room and some of the kitchen chairs as places to stash the snacks they grabbed from pantry.

Standing back and appreciating their work, Elsa sighs. “It’d be a pity to tear it down now, after all the work we put into it,” she mutters.

“So let’s not.”

“What should we do, then? This thing takes up the entire apartment.”

Anna sends Elsa a smirk. “Not the entire apartment,” she says, grabbing one of the empty poster tubes they didn’t use in the fort and tossing it to Elsa. She picks up another a points it at her girlfriend. “En garde.”

Elsa just looks at her, face deadpan. “You’re not serious.”

“Dead serious,” Anna shoots back, twirling the sword like a fencing saber. “Winner gets to decide which movie we watch from the fort’s viewing lounge.”

“‘Viewing lounge?’” Elsa quotes with a laugh, dodging last second when Anna thrusts her makeshift weapon at her shoulder. Blowing a stray hair out of her face, she huffs. “Fine. But you are so going down.”

“I don’t know about that,” Anna quips, grinning. “I was in my college fencing club for a whole month. I’m practically an expert.” She thrusts again, eyes widening when Elsa perfectly parries the tube.

Elsa’s expression turns devious, and before Anna knows it, Elsa has her tube out of the way and one circular end pressed to her chest. “Good for you, but I was the captain of my team.”

Anna’s jaw drops, doing her best to look scandalized. “Best two out of three,” she says, swatting Elsa’s tube away with her hand.

“You’re on.”

Kristoff’s text comes in around 3 in the morning, long after Elsa and Anna called it a night and decided to curl up together in the nest at center of the pillow fort. Anna, on the brink of sleep, fumbles around for her phone, careful to point the bright screen away from the sleeping woman in her arms.

So how’d it go?

Anna smiles, looking down at where Elsa’s curled into her side with her arms wrapped around Anna’s waist, and presses a kiss to Elsa’s forehead before typing up her reply.

Instead of having sex, we spent the entire night making pillow forts and having sword fights. I think I’m in love