Scene 11: Elsa, then
He dropped the façade.
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She was just getting off the bus when she ran into him—or, more to the point, when he stopped her along the sidewalk, stepping under the dim glow of the streetlamp, his eyes wide.
Elsa?
She tried not to make it too obvious that she was none-too-happy to see him, and so she said his name back—but without the wondering tone.
You … were out, today?
She wanted to just walk straight past him, be on her way; but he was Anna's fiancé now, so she had to be civil, and she answered with a straightforward yes.
Well, it's late—let me walk you back.
She told him she was fine, and when he pressed her about it again, that it really wasn't necessary. She couldn't understand why he was being so insistent.
Come on—Anna would kill me if she knew I ran into you and let you walk alone at night, so—
So what? That wasn't her concern, what her sister would do to him; actually, she thought, she rather enjoyed the idea of the two lovebirds having an argument, for once.
Hey, wait a minute—is something wrong?
She was getting an unpleasant look on her face—she couldn't help it, since he was starting to irritate her—and she said it was nothing, and would he just let her go?
Not until you tell me why you're so upset with me, he said, standing in her way, and she had to curl her lip down from drawing into a sneer.
She managed it just enough to lie, to tell him that she wasn't upset with him, if only so he would move out of the fucking way—
Bullshit.
She was so fed up with him, but she held it in, for Anna's sake, and allowed herself to roll her eyes as she pushed past him, her heels clicking sharply against the ground, and muttered that he could believe what he wanted to believe.
Honestly, what the hell is your problem, Elsa? I've been nothing but nice since we met, but you've been colder than a block of ice—
What was her problem?
She finally came to a grinding halt at that, and spun around on her heel, stabbing him with a vicious glare, and spat that he was her problem—because she didn't trust him, or like him, and she never bought his "Mr. Nice Guy" act for one damn second.
It felt good, even as her chest heaved from the effort, to say those things to him; but she wasn't expecting the silence that followed, nor the slow, cold grin that broke out over his features.
Well, that doesn't matter much to me—since you're not the one I'm selling it to.
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Aftermath
Fanfiction[Frozen; Modern AU; Hans x Elsa, Anna x Kristoff.] He was her sister's fiancé, then; but he wanted her, and Elsa wanted to let someone in-and now, he's a stranger, but she can't leave, because she needs him. She was engaged to the perfect guy, then;...
