Searching for a Perfect Day

Actions, Consequences

A dark screen greets her in tandem to familiar ringing, her eyes focused on an icon of a blue snowflake amidst a black background. It’s almost automatic for her eyes to flit at the clock on the upper right hand corner of the screen: 11:32 and it takes even less time to count backwards. It’s 8:30 in LA…a bit later than she was hoping to call, but she’s not quite sure what constitutes a normal night for either of them now. It certainly isn’t one of those days that one of them is trying to catch up from hopping different time zones. 

The smile on her face appears as automatically as the breath catching in her throat and her heart stuttering. She wonders if all of these reactions are normal—heart attack inducing symptoms rarely are. 

“Hey Anna.”

Her visage lights up in a grin, face coming impossibly closer to the screen in a vain attempt at being closer. It’s not the first time (nor the last) that her mind reminds her that a pixelated screen really doesn’t do Elsa’s beautiful countenance justice, but she reins the comment back. 

They have more important things to talk about after all. 

“Are you busy?” she asks, garnering a raise of a sculpted blonde eyebrow. 

“My classmates are outside in the living-room, but I’ve asked for at least fifteen minutes. If we need more time…” The taller girl trails off as Anna waves her words dismissively. 

“Something tells me you need to work and I need to sleep. I just…something’s come up…and I think you need to know.” 

Elsa sighs, upper teeth clamping on a full bottom lip unsurely. “Funny you should mention that…” Now it’s the redhead’s turn to be confused, but her sister just fixes her a patient look. “You first,” the blonde says with a small smile, forcing a large intake of air into her lungs. 

She’s at a loss for words, not sure where to even begin so she copies and pastes a relatively new article from the internet and sends it over. She finds it’s her turn to nip on her lip, an inadvertent action that follows as she watches her sister’s reaction. Light blue eyes glance downwards, reading, moving, skimming, widening, brows raising, and if Anna squints hard enough, she can see the rough swallow of accumulated spit down a moving smooth neck.

“Wha…”

The redhead’s suddenly glad she was just as ineloquent earlier.

Light blue eyes look back at her, confusion coating darting irises. The emotions that flash are very much familiar, but Anna can only shrug helplessly at seeing them at full display. 

“Answers the question on how mom and dad would’ve reacted…at the very least,” the smaller girl states, worrying her bottom lip all the more. 

Her speakers stream out a heavy sigh, following a small reply of, “Indeed…” 

Elsa’s attention goes back to the article if her darting eyes are any indication and Anna lets her—gives it time. God knows she definitely wasn’t as composed thirty minutes back when the anchorwoman was reporting to her suddenly tunneling ears.