Anonymous asked: paintings: i wish to add to more Elsanna. My dash, too, has been lacking. How about rainy days? One of them forgot their umbrella haha.

Blindsided by AAFS feels because of the significance of rain

Let’s see…should I have them be little shits to each other, or make them adorable dorks…? Or should it be more serious and poignant…? Hmmm…

For you, I’ll make it more than 3 sentences. :)

“Hm? I could’ve sworn you would’ve already left by now,” a voice sounded to her right, and Elsa turned her head to see Professor Petrikov arching an eyebrow at her from behind his blue-tinted glasses. In one hand, he held his briefcase with their essays from class; in the other, an umbrella.



Elsa sheepishly averted her gaze, biting at her bottom lip. “Oh, I just…”

“Forgot an umbrella?!” another voice enthusiastically cut in, and Elsa looked back up to see a redheaded girl skid to a stop next to her professor, twin braids nearly smacking her freckled face from the momentum. Teal eyes shone almost as brightly as her smile.



Elsa blinked. “You’re…Anna Voll, right? From Ethics?” she greeted hesitantly, cheeks warming slightly.

“Yup! And you’re Elsa Mertens–the girl who lives up on that hill near my house!” Anna said with a nod, her infectious grin growing. “At the end of Hrothgar St., right? I sometimes see you pass by.”



“It’s, uh…better known as the ‘North Mountain’, though,” Elsa said, barely keeping up with whatever was suddenly going on. She glanced to Professor Petrikov for help, and was dismayed to find him smiling at Anna.



“High Hrothgar is also another name–sounds silly, doesn’t it?”



“It does!”



Why are you bonding over this? Elsa opened her mouth to speak, but her dark-haired professor beat her to it, his smile taking on a mischievous tint. “Well…I see that Miss Voll here will be more than capable of escorting you home in this rain.”

“Uncle Simon!” she exclaimed, aghast even as her cheeks heated up even more. She had seen Anna’s umbrella, currently clenched in the girl’s hand, and it looked like it would barely be able to fit the two of them underneath!



“Uncle?” Anna echoed, sounding oddly betrayed, and Elsa reddened further at her slip.



“Cat’s out of the bag, then…” Simon sighed, though he didn’t sound dismayed about it in the slightest. Instead, he simply smiled again, pressing the button on his umbrella to open it. “I expect you to keep this a secret from the other students, Anna. Can’t have them thinking I’m giving my niece special favors now.”



The redhead giggled. “Well, you give me favors all the time in History class, so I’d say we’re even for now.” She suddenly frowned. “Though you could’ve mentioned this not-so-little detail of Elsa being your niece.”

Simon chuckled, stepping out into the rain with his umbrella held over his head and his briefcase tucked close to his side. “You never struck me as the type to do things the easy way. I’m certain this way is better for you for your cause.” He offered them both one last smile. “See you later, then!”

Elsa merely groaned as Anna chirped an energetic goodbye after the man.

I’ll have words with him later for this.

The sound of an umbrella opening drew her attention, and she turned her head to see Anna already standing near the edge of the downpour, floral-patterned umbrella at the ready. “Are you coming, or what?” the redhead asked with a grin, a playful light in her teal eyes.

If Elsa reddened any further, the heat from her cheeks would probably be enough to turn the rain around her into steam.

Bag tucked close to her side, she ducked under the umbrella with Anna, and the sound of raindrops pounding relentlessly against the material soon reached her ears as they set off.

The walk to her house was spent in somewhat silence, with Anna softly humming a tune under her breath. More than once, however, Elsa felt the umbrella’s handle bump into her shoulder, and she was sure Anna’s right side must be soaked from the effort of ensuring Elsa was the one who remained completely dry.

This isn’t helping, Elsa thought as she hunched her shoulders up to her ears, hoping Anna couldn’t see her face, This isn’t helping at all.

She couldn’t stop smiling.

“Still, you shouldn’t have had to do that,” Elsa insisted after she had unlocked her front door. The happiness she had felt earlier at Anna’s gesture had dissolved into sheepishness–and more than a little guilt–during the long trek up the hill.



“Hey, I wanted to, alright?” Anna shot back, along with a cheeky grin. “Oh, but, uh…I just gotta…you know, catch my breath…Whoa! Does the, uh…Does the air seem a little thin up here to you?”



Elsa giggled, a hand coming up to hide her smile. “It’s a hill, not a mountain. Don’t be so over-dramatic.”

“Hey, you’re the one who called it the North Mountain in the first place! Now I see why.” Anna’s grin faltered a little as she took a small step back. “I, uh…I should probably get going now before the rain gets heavier. Wouldn’t want to accidentally trip down all 7,000 of these steps!”



Elsa rolled her eyes, even as her heart gave a little pang at the thought of the redhead leaving so soon after they just got dry. “Anna, there’s probably 70 steps, not 7,000.”

The other girl might have mumbled something along the lines of “Well, it felt like 7,000″, but Elsa wasn’t really paying attention. She was more focused on the wisps of coppery hair tickling her face as she pressed her lips to Anna’s freckled cheek. There was a sharp intake of breath from the girl, and Elsa pulled away, shyly ducking her head as her cheeks blossomed with heat once more.

“Thank you. For everything, today.”



Blue eyes flicked up, hazarding a glance, and Elsa couldn’t help the skip in her heart at seeing the adorable blush on Anna’s face.

“Y-Yeah, no problem! It’s just, uh…”



“Just what?” Elsa queried, gaining a little confidence at how embarrassed Anna seemed to be.



“Just…a k-kiss on the cheek seems, uh…”



“Lacking? When compared to your valiant efforts, o knight?” Elsa completed, surprised at how easy it was to tease the redhead. The blonde took a step closer, taking advantage of Anna’s distracted state to lightly place a hand on her shoulder.



“W-Well, this hill isn’t exactly a tower, b-but you’re most definitely a princess–Queen! Queen, I mean! Wait…No! I mean princess! B-Because that’s how these things usually go, and–”



And Elsa let herself fall the rest of the distance, lips claiming Anna’s.

I suppose I’ll have to thank Simon later for his meddling…

…

Unbeknownst to her, a similar thought was running through Anna’s mind.

Simon turned away from his window, smiling in satisfaction as he set his binoculars down on a nearby table.

Right next to Elsa’s umbrella.