P. I. E. [Project: Inducing Elsa] (STOPPED)

26: It was a long legend to tell.

26: It was a long legend to tell.

I covered my red face with his blanket. I didn't want to look too weak and blushy in front of him. He laughed, snatching it from me. "You look so naive," he teased.

"I'm just... Not really used to this stuff," I confessed. "Unlike you who's probably a pro with these kind of things."

"Nah," he smiled. "I never felt this way until today."

I didn't know if he's just messing with me or he was genuinely right. But I could see in his eyes that he was telling the truth. I've never seen that stare before. Well, probably sometimes. But it came out seldom. His eyes shows longing and affection that I never see him do it to anyone else. That made me felt a little special.

"Elsa," he caressed my cheek and I leaned my face on it. I felt like peeing my panties. "You were the only one who made me feel this way." He confessed making my heart beat faster.

"And I'm not used to it," I akwardly said, chuckling a bit. He looked mortified but he kept his composure. "You heard what you wanted to hear, now get out." He jerkily demanded, looking away.

I chuckled. "Fine. Rest." With that, I exited the room. "Kkkkkhhgg!!" I made alien noises and I jumped to every place by the corridors. I could tell my body was heating up as if hot soup was travelling my veins. I was feisty than ever.

He liked me.

Does that mean that what Jack had said became real? That we were a couple? For real?

But how about my r--

Oh, forget about that damn reputation. The heiress-slash-princess is dating a well-known Casanova. So what? I've been living my life with clean hands. But guess what? I ran out off sanitizers.

I also want to live like how teenagers live when they're in love. I want to feel freedom with him. Rebellious.

"Darling," With my arms still wide, I turned around to see the Queen. I quickly quit my fangirl mode. "Yes?" I tried to be normal as if she saw nothing. She chuckled. "You look giddy, dear. And why are you off your room? Are you fully healed?" I nodded smiling.

Like me, she was kind of pale too. Her cheeks were pink and her lips were rosy.
Her dark chocolate brown hair was in a neat braid around her head. And a small tiara made out of diamonds settled on top. She looked very clean and just might be the loviest woman I've ever seen.

For a moment, she just stared at me and in a matter of seconds, she wrapped her hands around me. "Mh, my child is all grown up," She mumbled making me smile. She smelt like fresh Jasmine in spring. I would be willing to sniff on her for hours.

"You were so young back then. You probably don't remember," She started which made me curious. "but I am certain that you are my child. The child we have been looking for for thirteen years." I forced out a smile, sitting by one of the seats of the corridors of this hospital.

"I wanted to know how you lost me," I inquired, trying not to sound offending. Even though I was. I remember what Hiccup had told me. They gave me away to some foster parents because of the kingdom. So it was kingdom first before the first born.

She sighed, sitting beside me. Her posture was still straight as she does. Doesn't her spine even hurt?

"It was a long legend to tell. But quite complicated." Interested, I leaned nearer. "Please do tell," I pleaded.

"It was past midnight. I still had your sister in my womb, that night. The castle got ambushed. Like what had happened last week. It still brought me traumatic memories of the past."