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

Anna and Elsa have been asked by their sex ed teacher to come into class on Monday and do a skit on positive consent, ie ‘yes means yes’…Anna thinks she and Elsa should rehearse..

adorable lesbians…

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Elsa is unhappy. Her plans of a quiet weekend surrounded by her cat and cheap flicks is ruined, all because of one teacher and his fondness for ‘demonstrations’.

She’s worked with Anna before. The excitable junior is friends with absolutely everyone, and has sweet-talked her way into every accelerated class in school. Of course, she deserves it – the girl is a genius – but it’s hard for Elsa to put her faith in the smarts of a girl who eats nothing but chocolate for lunch and doesn’t seem to understand the concept of ‘inside voice’.

But, the thing with being friendly is that Anna’s actually had quite a few dates. She’s pretty popular by virtue of being well-known around school, and while she’s constantly engaged in various types of verbal repartee with her classmates, Elsa’s self-aware enough to realise that it isn’t her unresolved lesbianism that causes her social stunting.

She’s just too embarrassed to actually try.

But then their teacher, kind Mr Oaken who makes sex ed as painless as possible, had called for two students to help with a demonstration. Anna’s hand had shot in the air straight away, and as soon as people noticed, they too wanted to volunteer. Partners with Anna is sex ed seemed like a wet dream to most of the boys (Elsa had overheard them giggling amongst themselves). She was the only one not to raise her hand, and she knows that’s why Mr Oaken picked her. She won’t pass the class if she doesn’t participate, but the fact that she would be working with the one girl that everyone mooned over wasn’t encouraging.

They had to do a skit on ‘positive consent’, and Elsa’s heart had dropped to the floor.

She was helpless to protest as Anna gave her a smile and wondered, in front of everyone, if they could meet up over the weekend to plan. Elsa had given a shaky nod and her phone number before escaping as fast as possible to the corner of the library.

And now she’s here, in Anna’s room, on Anna’s bed, waiting for the kind junior to return with juice and biscuits or something. Elsa’s hardly listening when Anna speaks to her, unable to hear over the blood rushing in her ears.

“…-at do you think?”



Elsa jerks up. “I’m sorry, pardon?” she asks, and Anna giggles.

“I said we could just do something simple. We’ll set the scene and chat and then I’ll ask you for permission to do something and you say yes. This is actually pretty easy. That okay?”



And just like before, all Elsa can do is nod. Anna’s still smiling, and with how fast her heart is palpitating, it’s a wonder Elsa hasn’t gone into cardiac arrest.

“So, Elsa. Nice party. I’m Anna, I don’t think we’ve met.”



Anna holds out her hand, and Elsa takes it, hesitating. “Um, hi, er, Anna,” she says, cursing her own ineptitude. Anna just smiles at her, though, and it’s encouraging. “Nice to meet you. You l-like the party?”



Anna nods. “Mhmm. But I like the drinks more,” she says, before giggling, Elsa joining in softly. She stops when Anna takes a step forward, very much in her space bubble.

“Anna, wha-?”



“I like the party and I like the drinks,” she repeats, voice low, “but there’s plenty of other fun things to do.” Elsa gulps. “So…. can I kiss you?” she asks, and Elsa wonders if she hasn’t already, their faces are so close together. It’s a horrible segue, really, but Elsa doesn’t have the presence of mind to think about it. She doesn’t even have the presence to answer, and Anna speaks again. “Come on, Els,” she says softly, breaking character. “Not gonna do anything unless you tell me.”



Coughing, Elsa finds her voice. “Uh, y-yes. You, er, you can k-kiss me.”

She expects Anna to lean away. She expects her to smile and tell her she did a good job (but maybe they should work on the stuttering).

She doesn’t expect Anna to whisper, “Fantastic,” her breath ghosting over Elsa’s lips just before she closes the distance.