It's a crisp autumn afternoon, and
the trees are all vibrant with warm colors.
Elsa is in the backyard of the small red house she owns with her fiancé, Flynn. Flynn is watching her through the kitchen window as she rakes fallen leaves into a huge pile in the middle of the yard. She seems content, other than her furrowed brow, though
Flynn knows she only does that because she's focused. He smiles to himself, appreciating how beautiful she is when she doesn't even know it. Her wispy blonde hair practically glows in the golden sunlight. She bites her bottom lip in concentration.
And she will never truly know just how much he loves her.
Flynn opens the back door, and runs in Elsa's direction, stirring her from her daze. Her eyes widen as he yells,
"Incoming!"
And throws himself into the leaf pile.
Elsa gasps as leaves fly in all directions around her, and she cringes as they collect in her hair. Flynn sees right away how frustrated she is that her hard work was ruined. She says nothing, but begins to walk back towards the house. She's interrupted when Flynn grabs her hand, and pulls her in with him. She lets out a high pitched yelp as the leaves once more fly around her, and she sits up to see her fiancé with a handful of leaves that he intends on throwing at her. A smirk spreads across Elsa's face as she grabs her own handful of leaves, and throws them before he does. More and more handfuls of leaves fly, both Flynn and Elsa laughing uncontrollably. In the rush, Elsa forgets all of her worries
just by seeing her true love's playful smile. She throws herself on top of him, preventing him from throwing more leaves. They are silent. They hear nothing but each other's heavy breathing, and feel nothing but their rapid heartbeats through their chests pressed together. Elsa stares deep into Flynn's endless hazel eyes, and then gently presses her lips against his.
And he will never truly know just how much she loves him.
