SEEK And Find

Chapter 33

Anna paced back and forth in the upstairs hallway, her phone in her hand. She wanted to call so many people, to tell them everything! But she knew she would sound crazy. They would never believe that she had stayed up talking to Elsa for over an hour, both of them alternately coming close to flirting with each other and then pulling back shyly, neither of them passing judgement on the other for being "too afraid".

That she had spooned Elsa. Spooned her - even though she was the tall one! Her butterflies had been way too intense to allow her hands to wander anywhere besides the singer's stomach, but it had been even better than waking up with her on the couch. Despite cold feet pushing back into her shins.

Lying like that had cost them another half hour of sleep. What nervous little nerds they were!

Finally, the indecisive Anna said "fuck it" and called Kristoff. She might not be ready for her mother's reactions, but she would force herself to be ready for her best friend.

"...come again for Big Fudge?"

Pursing her lips for a moment at his superfluous pop culture references, she hissed, "All night. And she kissed my cheek good morning. I could fucking DIE, okay?!"

"You're actually serious." His voice hesitated for a moment. "Or delusional. Isn't 'island fever' something that can happen?"

"Stop it. I know it sounds crazy, I am definitely aware of that. But... I think we might really be... not just me, but both of us."

"Be what?"

Glancing at the bathroom door again, she whispered, "You know! That thing!"

"The 'love' thing?"

"That's the thing, yes! GOD!"

With a little chuckle, he asked, "Then why can't you say it? I mean, that sounds like you don't know for sure."

"I don't! Didn't you hear the word 'might' in there?! Keep up, bro!" When he only laughed harder, she sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "I don't know what to do, I mean... she's going back to the life of a big star, and I'm going home to sit around on my ass all summer until university. But I really, really like her! This is bullshit!"

"Hey, whoa, slow down. You don't even know for sure her feelings are the same as yours - I mean, despite that whole confession yesterday. Haven't you ever heard of a platonic friend crush?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. And I wanted to be platonic friends with her, so bad. I still do! Dead serious, I care about her so much, and I don't care what kind of relationship we have as long as... as long as we have one. I guess. Know what I mean?"

There was a short silence. Finally, he grunted, "You got it bad."

"Pretty bad. Maybe neither of us is in love with the other person, but I can tell you for damn sure that I love her. So much, Kristoff..."

"Okay, don't panic. You're talkin' to the love expert." When Anna only snorted, he kept going, "Hey, don't blow me off until you hear me out!"

"What do you know about love?! You're just as bad as me at dating, no use lying now."

"But I do know about you. And... I think you should tell her how you feel about her - as a person," he headed off her protests. "Not saying you haven't kinda hinted, but just drop it with no safety nets or strings. Let her figure out what you mean to her once she knows that much."

At that moment, she heard the door open. Lowering her voice even more, she whispered, "I gotta go. But yeah, we'll see."

"Good luck, you HUGE FLAMING LESBO!"