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“So…that’s your shirt,” said Anna, standing in the doorway of Elsa’s dorm room.

Elsa shrugged, tucked a slender thread of stray hair behind her ear, and smiled…Awkwardly? Guiltily? Bashfully? “Yes, I guess it is,” she said softly.

“That's… That’s okay, Els.” Anna was going to that year’s Pride Parade celebration, and Elsa had agreed to come. Quiet, serious Elsa. Anna’s friend since forever, who had supported her through all the big and little traumas of growing up, and through the confusing and painful and wonderful process of Anna discovering and accepting her own sexuality.

Anna had hinted, then cajoled, then everything but ordered Elsa to stand beside her and wear a t-shirt making a statement of her support. Elsa was there for her, like she had always been, even as Elsa was dating boys and Anna was dating girls. That should be enough. Anna would drop it.

After ONE more try. “Elsa, this is your chance to show the world what you believe. To show the world what you really feel.”

“I know, Anna. You’ve said.”

“I mean, I can’t make you do anything.”

“Of course.”

“But I was… I’m glad that you’re standing with me, and I’m grateful, but your message to the world is a Jackson Pollock t-shirt?”

Elsa’s shirt was a random pattern of dots and splatter in every brilliant colour in the rainbow. It was beautiful, but if it was a reference to the rainbow flag, or the coloured flags representing the genders and orientations under the LGBTQ+ umbrella, it was damn subtle.

By contrast, Anna’s shirt read “LOVE IS NEVER WRONG” in bold letters, surrounded by every flag and symbol she could fit on there.

“It’s what I’m ready to show the world right now, Anna. I hope you’ll understand.”

Anna opened her mouth to speak, stopped herself, then resumed. Gently, she touched Elsa’s arm. “I do. And I’m sorry I was so pushy.”

“Pushy? You?” said Elsa, grinning. “Unprecedented.”

“You are okay with coming, right? I’m not pushing you into that?”

“I’ve been looking forward to it for days.” Elsa locked the door behind her, and they stepped out of the building and into the bright sunlight.

Anna put on her dark green sunglasses. “Let’s get…wait, what?!?”

Seeing Elsa’s shirt through her green-tinted vision, lettering appeared. In a secret message meant only for Anna, the shirt read, “Anna, you are dear to me, and I would very much like to try kissing you if that’s okay.”

“Elsa, is this for real? No joking?”

Her hands clasped behind her back, Elsa nodded, smiling nervously.

“But you're…I mean I thought you were…though god knows I used to think I was…” Anna snapped into a different gear. “But I kept saying this was about sending a message to the whole world.”

“Anna, you *are* my whole-”

“I swear to god, Elsa, if you finish that sentence-” Then Anna cut off her own sentence with the first of many kisses.