Characters © Diznay. Original story elements and/or settings ©2015 to myself. WARNING: Rated T for Elsanna (icest). May progress past that at a later point.
NOTES: Okay, so this was a thing originally posted to the "Elsannafervor" blog of which I am an admin over the course of several weeks. More may be added later. These are all my posts - don't worry, I wouldn't take credit for anybody else's work, though there are a lot of awesome posts on that blog by the other admins! For the sake of posterity and clarification, I'm going to carry over the entire contents of the original post that started this off. Hope you enjoy!
Anonymous asked: Okay I've seen these types of prompts before and I just want to talk about Anna and Elsa being estranged sisters whose friends set them up for a blind date, not knowing that Anna and Elsa are related because the girls haven't seen each other in /forever/ and they rarely talk about their sister to their respective friend groups and to humor them they agree to this blind date set-up and go to the appointed date and "oh welp, looks like my date is my sister, time for awkward as hell shenanigans."
Hooooooboy, could that get messy. Let's flesh it out a bit: Elsa's an interior decorator whose firm is just gaining ground, and Anna's a paralegal trying to make her way up through the ranks. It's been at least eight years since the last family Christmas, which ended in a screaming match and squealing tires as someone drove away from their parents' house forever. Both of them threw themselves into careers and circles of friends, hoping to completely forget all that nastiness.
Then they come face to face again…
"Well… this sure wasn't what I expected."
Anna pouted, crossing her arms and plopping down in the chair. "Great. It's you."
"As if I'm thrilled about this, either." Adjusting her skirt, Elsa pouted and spat, "How could they do this to me?"
"To you?! At least you're actually a lesbian, you… lesbian! My friends just think since I don't really date that it must be because I don't like men! Ugh, it's so infuriating!"
"Yes, how terrible to have people thinking you like women and judging you for it! The worst fate in the world!"
Rolling her eyes, Anna picked up the menu just as an excuse to busy her hands. "You should have told us. Before bringing that, that…"
"I believe the word you used was 'slut'."
"That slut into our house!" Anna fired up. "We had no idea you were gay, and then there she is, trying to act like showing up in arm with a previously-straight family member isn't just way too weird!"
"It's only weird because you are all a bunch of prudes with sticks up their asses!" Elsa shot right back, leaning slightly over the table. "And you made Jasmine cry, do you know that?!"
"Pff. Jasmine. What a hippy-dippy name." Slapping the table, she sat up even straighter. "Oh, and that's another thing - you knew, you absolutely knew bringing home a girl who isn't white would make our dad flip! The rest of us could have cared less, but you knew how that would go, and you did it anyway!"
Only now did Elsa glare across the table with a coldness that only she could have pulled off. "Why don't you sit there and tell me that was the reason I did it. Not because I loved Jasmine, and she had become the center of my life - no, no. Just to piss Father off."
"Yeah, well… maybe." Lowering her own eyes, she sighed as she said in a quiet tone, "Maybe I finally realised that. You still should have said something first and you know it; could have avoided the scene being that ugly. But you wanted to make a splash, to catch us all off guard."
"I didn't know how to up and say it. That's why I just brought her; thought maybe, just maybe, you would all surprise me and accept her. Guess I expected too much from y-"
"You're going to sit there and act like that's a realistic expectation in our family? Please!" But when Elsa didn't answer again, Anna sighed and said, "Okay, okay, sorry. I'm… really sorry for what I said. And threw."
When she added that, Elsa snorted. "You threw a whole turkey leg."
"It was the heaviest thing that cost the least money!"
Then Elsa was laughing fully, and Anna couldn't help but snicker herself. When the waiter finally arrived, Elsa was doubled over and Anna was banging the table with her fist, trying to contain herself and failing miserably.
"So," Elsa sighed as the confused man walked away with their orders, "what are we going to do about our friends? They'll want to know how our 'date' went."
"Oh God… where are your friends now?"
"Um… at home, I expect. Why?"
"Because mine are in that booth over there." After pointing at the gaggle of gigglers, she slumped back against her seat even more. "And to answer your question, I have no idea. This is… a pretty weird thing to explain, isn't it? Being related to your blind date."
"Agreed. My friends would fare little better." Then she raised a wicked eyebrow. "However…"
"How would it be if we play along?" When Anna merely stared at her as if she had claimed to be a dachshund, she shrugged and said, "We act as if we're really getting along, maybe will actually stay together. Then we hold some party that looks like we're announcing something big like an engagement, and instead-"
"Instead, we tell them the truth! That is… diabolical!"
Shrugging, Elsa sat back and stirred the ice in her water glass with a fingertip. "I learned from our mother, you know."
"Yeah," she grumbled. "Both of you are terrible." Then she leaned across the table and took Elsa's hand between both of her own, leaning in until her eyes were more on level with Elsa's chin, looking up at her dreamily. "Are they watching?"
Gulping, Elsa looked one way for appearances, then the other at where her friends were gathered. Sure enough, they all looked ecstatic - especially the one with long, curly red hair.
"They do seem to be."
"So I'm saying something really lesbian-y to you right now, and in a second you're going to cover your mouth and do that geisha thing."
"You know - giggle and act all shy and delicate. Pretty much the exact opposite of how you usually do." When Elsa merely looked dumbstruck, she prompted her, "Go on!"
And of course, Elsa did - though the laughter was mostly genuine. She'd forgotten how funny her sister could be in all the years since their bitter quarrel.
"Thaaaat's it. Now, lean in and pretend to whisper something just as lesbian."
"Could you stop using 'lesbian' as if it's an adjective?" But when Anna merely waited, she leaned in close, until she could see every freckle on her cheek. Smell her perfume; she had really gone all out for this date, even though she wanted to pretend she hated this sort of thing. It was the same perfume as one of her other dates had worn a year or so ago… had still been wearing when they wound up in the back seat of her car… and it mingled with Anna's natural scent so much more seamlessly.
"That perfume is stunning on you."
"Wh-what?" Snorting, Anna followed up with, "Oh, you didn't actually have to say something like that - just pretend."
"I'm not just saying it to pretend; it really is."
The next snort and words were less sure of themselves. "St-stop it. You always said I had terrible taste, I know you're lying."
"Honestly, I'm really not. Did I ever make a habit of lying to you to spare your feelings before? Especially when you didn't even ask?"
"Well then, um, thank you." As they finally pulled back, she noticed Anna's freckles were a bit darker than they were a moment before. "You know, even though I hated your guts for the past almost-decade, I always tried to follow your advice about perfume - to let it enhance me and not overpower everything. Did… I do okay, really?"
The look Elsa was giving her was a very odd one. If Anna hadn't been her sister, it could even have been misinterpreted as "bedroom eyes" - but obviously she wouldn't look at her that way. It must be the prospect of fooling their friends, of the elaborate joke that would come to such a deliciously evil fruition in a few short weeks.
"You did fantastically. If you were a dessert, based on that scent?" The smirk only made it worse. "I could just eat you up."
To Be Continued