canitellusmthin replied to your post: anyone still awake? For the next hour imma take AU…

Bug catching contest. But they are both afraid of bugs…

“Have you got any? I couldn’t find any.”



“Elsa, we’re in a bug house. Like-”



“Yeah, someone else, uh, took it. Did you find any?”



“Um…. sort of?”



“…Anna, that’s a frog.”



“Awww but he’s so little! We can paint some spots on him- no one’ll know the difference!”



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Alternatively.

She can see the lady beetle. It’s tiny, sitting contentedly on a leaf. Anna can also see that it’s caught the attention of another girl, and she narrows her eyes.



“Get away from the bug,” she says, shuffling forward. The lady beetle buzzes from its leaf and to another one, and while Anna’s in the midst of flinching, she sees the other girl do the same. She’s blonde and tall and almost shaking, gripping her small net and plastic container tightly.

“I need that chocolate bar,” the girl says, though her eyes haven’t left the bug. Anna’s pretty confident that, if it comes to a fight, she’s got the upper hand. Years of battling her brother for the last slice of dessert had trained her in the art of dirty tricks. She doesn’t like bugs much, but as long as the beetle doesn’t fly out at her, she’s right.

The stand-off continues, even though they’re both aware that some other kid has probably already returned with a dozen or so and claimed the prize. The bell dings, but it’s a matter of honor, and neither move. But then Anna sees a butterfly, fluttering along gently before it lands on top of the other girl’s head.

And she screams.

She gives a violent shake and jumps forward, forgetting both Anna and the lady beetle’s presence. Anna isn’t given any time to prepare, and she falls heavily on her back, the girl pressed against her. Her breathing comes in rapid bursts, and while Anna’s not a huge fan of bugs, even she doesn’t get quite this terrified. The girl squeezes her eyes shut and burrows her head down, and doesn’t move.



So, Anna reaches a hand down and clasps the girl’s, providing some sort of comfort or anchor. It takes a while for the girl’s breathing to level out. She doesn’t move, though, only adjusts her head enough so she can squeak out a, “…Sorry,” without talking into Anna’s chest. “I lost you the bug.”

And then Anna’s laughing because wow this girl is honestly concerned about that right now? The sound surprises the girl; it gets her to lift her head, and a second later she’s scrambling to her feet to create some distance. Anna follows suit not long after, still chuckling.

“How about we share a triple choc sundae at Oaken’s and call it even?” she suggests, and the girl finally breaks into a smile. It’s small and shy but somehow breathtaking.



“I’d really like that… I’m Elsa.”

