Anna had always loved Elsa. Elsa was a simple person. Elsa was also very complex.

Elsa accepted nothing below an eighty on tests—eighty five if it was an overall average.

Elsa also hoped every paper in the school building caught on fire.

Elsa was an athlete. She was a swimmer, in track and field, cross country, and an avid lover of winter sports. She's done ballet and modern dance and enjoyed rock climbing.

Elsa also whined her ass off if she had to walk across the room for something as simple as a pen.

Elsa was a walking thesaurus.

Elsa also snickered at bathroom jokes.

Elsa was incredibly polite and quiet.

Elsa also had a potty mouth and was quite a stinker.

Elsa had the voice of an angel and could play bass guitar like Cliff Burton.

Elsa also liked to scream metalcore covers of pop songs and pen drum to her favorite playlists.

Elsa was her wedding dress.

Elsa was also the cozy sweater she wore for almost the entire season of fall.

Elsa was a Gustav Courbet painting.

Elsa was also that one OC she kept drawing over and over.

Elsa was the milky way on a cloudless night.

Elsa was also the solid ground beneath her feet.

Elsa was her getaway when there were far too many bottles on the kitchen counter.

Elsa was also her umbrella when the sky poured rain but everyone told her it was a beautiful day.

Anna knew they would be friends when Elsa spilled paint on her new sketchers in first grade and blubbered out an apology in Norwegian—then again in incredibly rushed English. It became even more apparent when her ugly cat curled up against Elsa's side during their first sleepover. She hoped it would last forever when Elsa wore a dinosaur onesie on their first day of high school, then proceeded to make raptor noises whenever someone asked her if she was too old for it.

She's never told Elsa this though. There were moments that felt like someone shoved mentos down her throat right after she chugged a bottle of diet coke. The words would bubble up and fizzle in her throat. But the heat of her face would boil them into a thick sweet tar that settled on her tongue and glued her teeth together.

Anna found it hard to speak with a mouth full of cavities.

"I found this really fucking cool rock", she pulled the crystal from her pocket. You're like this gem I've found in the oddest of places. It was opaque and distorted, but had the makings of fine jewelry. This diamond in a rushing current. Elsa leaned in for a better look and replied with intrigue, "Holy shit, that is a cool rock."

But I can't tell if you're just tempered glass. Anna loved Elsa. She loved all of her friends, but love was also ambiguous. It was vibrant and colorful like a rainbow quartz in the afternoon sun; Anna just happened to be color blind.

A/N: I apparently have no self control. Text formation strikes again and messes with my line spacing, but that's okay.