SEEK And Find

Chapter 8

"Well, that was a thing."

Elsa had her hands deep in her pockets as they made their way into the parking lot, moseying easily and smiling to herself. "I really liked that. Perhaps I'll watch a movie on my flight instead of reading my book."

"Oh, you have to at least watch the Avengers movies now," Anna gushed with a huge grin. "I mean, they actually brought in The Vision, which I know doesn't mean much to you, but like, I always thought he was kinda cool before, so like, seeing him on the big screen? I couldn't believe it!"

"You're a real nerd," Elsa laughed, and Anna clammed up. That prompted her to nudge her with her elbow yet again. "It isn't a bad thing, not in my opinion. Just stating the obvious."

"Well... that's good, because hopefully..." She fell silent, as if a recording being turned off.

"Hopefully?"

Unlocking her door, she shook her head and said, "Nevermind." She then reached across and unlocked Elsa's, since her car wasn't fancy enough to have automatic locks. Or doors. Or anything else fun.

The moment Elsa sat down, she slammed the door shut and buckled her seat belt. Then she turned, arms folded over her chest. "Hopefully?"

"What? Oh, y-you... don't wanna hear about that. Just dumb stuff."

"I do want to. Are you me? Do you know what I want to do?"

That made Anna's ears glow. Was she being scolded for not telling Elsa about her silly hopes and dreams? Apparently, that was exactly what was happening. Clearing her throat, her eyes flicked to the Jansport in her back seat, then to the steering wheel.

"N-nothing," she whispered again, grinning. "Just... I'm okay with being a nerd, that's all."

Anna started the engine, but while she was distracted, Elsa twisted around and grabbed the backpack, dragging it into her lap. Anna had just barely registered what was happening before the blonde's manicured fingers were clutching the zipper.

"WAIT!" she squealed. "Y-you won't care, seriously, I'm- this isn't a big deal, I promise!"

"Unless I'm about to find drugs or porn, I don't think it's going to matter much," Elsa told her reasonably. When Anna only sighed, just as uncomfortable as she had been, she frowned at her, then let her hands fall atop the bag. "Alright, I'm sorry. You're entitled to your privacy, and I'm prying."

"Thank you. But... I guess it doesn't matter if you really wanna look."

Of course, Elsa immediately yanked the bag open, which made Anna laugh despite her uncertainty. Then as she pulled out the sketchpads, began flipping through them, her darkly-bemused expression was slowly replaced by one of curiosity.

"These are good," she said, rotating the pad for a few of them. "If they're all yours, then you're quite talented. Especially these comic pages - all the detail!" She flipped another page, and her eyebrows went up. "Hmm, I didn't know they did nude drawing in high school."

Anna dipped her head. "They don't; I was looking off a picture online. Thank God for Incognito windows!"

"Well it's... also very good," she conceded, flipping the page as she cleared her throat. However, instead of making her blush less, the redness only worsened. "O-oh."

This was the smallest Anna's voice had been since they first met. "Y-yeah... it's terrible. Tried to tell you, it's nothing to-"

"Shut up. This is beautiful, I'm just... wow." Her fingertips traced very lightly over the paper, trying not to smudge the pencil marks. "I've seen stuff like this online, but not... in person, no fan's ever... shown me one like this."