”You should never be ashamed of who you are! Besides you’re not awkward— just— uncoordinated than some people…” He reassured her with a nod of his head.
Perhaps he was getting a little too ahead of himself. Noticing the redhead was not at his side anymore the snowman tried his best to slow down for her. Sometimes he forgot not everyone had an endless supply of enthusiasm or energy as he did. Though his joy was infinite at this moment reflecting from his swift pace and his fidgeting hands that twitched at his sides every so often.
“And I love you guys, too.” All but beaming now at her comment, he managed to slow down for Anna’s sake on the cobbled stoned streets. “Awkwardness and all!”
That couldn’t be right, Olaf mused, Sonya hardly resembled Mr. Erik or his sons. Possibly she was just boarding there under circumstance or she was related in another way.
“I think she might be his niece or she was recently adopted? He had told me she hasn’t been living with them for a long time.” His lips quirked momentarily before his hands knotted together as the shop came into view. All the answers to newfound questions were only a few minutes away. Whether he wanted to know the truth was still a question itself.
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Տhe couldn’t hold back the chuckle that was bubbling up inside of her. The snowman was definitely somebody who would comfort you with the amount of naivety he possessed (and boy was she glad that she wouldn’t be the only person to be called naive). “Olaf, I think you just defined the word ‘awkward’, but thank you.”
When Olaf slowed down, Anna could finally feel the warm atmosphere that Arendelle always gives out. With her snowman friend by her side, she felt happy. The snow flurry above his head was still swirling around him. She couldn’t imagine how would life be without him around. It would just be dull.
“Of course you have to love us,” she joked. “Otherwise, how would your life be? Just kidding, Olaf. Just kidding. Don’t forget us when you have a girl, okay? If we approve of her.”
Anna came to a stop when she could finally see the familiar sign of Mr. Erik’s shop. She turned to Olaf who had his hands together. He was probably nervous? If he was, Anna had never seen him like this and it was endearing. Who knew the exuberant snowman would actually feel anxious for once?
“That would explain the conversation Mr. Erik and I had,” she nodded. She kneeled beside her snowy friend and took his hands into hers. The ends of her lips tugged upwards and formed a reassuring smile.
The snowman felt the corners of his mouth quirk up when Anna attempted to reassure him, rambling like she usually did. But it was something familiar that really did comfort him. “You’re not awkward— you just get really excited sometimes and run through all possible subjects. When you run out of things to say then things get awkward. But awkward in a good way.”
Maybe this won’t be so bad…
Squeezing her hand gently and nodding to the guards as they passed through the gates, he began to skip in a somewhat faster pace fueled by cheerfulness. Sonya was going to be so happy to see them! He could just imagine her expression bright and her little hands flying up to cover her mouth. Oh this is going to be such a beautiful day for everyone.
“That’s right!” He giggled. “I mean look at me! I’m a lopsided snowman!”
His gaze swept through the busy streets and tried to “At Mr. Erik’s store. He explained to me that she’s allowed to stay there because she brings in customers.”
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“Ƭнαηк you for not calling me awkward, Olaf,” Anna chuckled. “I’m not ashamed of who I am. Well, most of the time!”
Trying to follow Olaf close behind was Anna–trying her best to keep up with the snowman. How could a tiny snowman have so much power and energy? What did Elsa do to make a snowman as excitable as this? The princess loved it, though. Finally, someone who was not afraid of letting their feelings show by having the happiness glow on their faces. Somebody Anna was not afraid to do silly things with.
“But you’re our lopsided snowman, Olaf!” the redhead cheered from behind as she managed to catch up to his speed. “And we love you!”
Mr. Erik’s store? That Mr. Erik? Wasn’t that the store where they often get chocolates and supplies?
“She lives with Mr. Erik? I didn’t know he had a daughter. Fascinating. So he’s been lying to me all along,” Anna placed her fingers on her chin, wondering why he didn’t tell her that he had a daughter despite Anna’s constant questions.
A chuckle was warranted by Anna’s abrupt statement, another one by her attempt to explain. In retrospect, Elsa could definitely see why she was cast — the redhead was quintessentially her character, and that was an unarguable fact. It relieved her, frankly, that there was somebody around her, in the same industry, who was not at all immersed in the lifestyles of the rich and famous, as some people so eloquently put it. Hollywood was all about glamour and fame and staying on top of the archetypal pyramid; rarely does anybody see — or not see, thereof, a celebrity. Most Hollywood stars tend to shine bright and, consequentially, attempt to outshine the rest. In very rare cases do celebrities truly value their privacy. Of course, there have been many who loudly proclaim their hatred for paparazzi, who seem to disregard privacy and space altogether, on a daily basis, but only very few seem to genuinely mean it.
It was the paradox of Hollywood, and despite knowing what she was getting into the moment she allowed herself to enter the spotlight, Elsa hated it. Hence why the furrow in her brow smoothed up a great deal, and the corners of her lips pulled up into a refreshed smile. At times, due to the imminent lack of interaction between herself and the rest of the cast, she tended to forget why and how she got her rapport with Anna so quickly and strongly. Though there was the occasional squabble between the two that usually revolved on petty topics and teasing, it made their portrayal of sisters twice as genuine — for it was almost as though they themselves were sisters, a prospect Elsa had no trouble accepting.
A heavy smile rested upon her lips at the mention of the Oscars, butterflies immediately dancing in her stomach. It was a well-known fact that the Oscars was one of the most prestigious award shows of the year, if not the most prestigious. It was also one of the most awaited, hence why the pressure for the Frozen cast and crew was heavy on their shoulders. Aside from that, just the idea of performing ‘Let It Go’ during aforementioned awards ceremony was enough to turn the normally composed Elsa into an anxious, panicky mess.
But a quick glance at Anna made her realize how selfish her thoughts were, despite having flickered into her subconscious for half a second. For as she worried about performing ( which, admittedly, would prove to be nerve-wrecking ) there was somebody else — somebody beside her, mind you — worrying about it too. Elsa almost forgot Anna’s novelty to the showbiz industry, and she, as a veteran, took it upon herself to comfort the younger girl; in a way much like an older sister would. Her smile turned gentle, and an arm reached out to wrap around the redhead’s shoulders.
”You know, it’s not so nerve-wrecking, when you truly think about it; it’s just an awards show — they’re just there to tell people how great their works are. And I know it’s probably a lot more than that, the thing is, when you perceive it as a way to just commend someone or something for the work they’ve put into a particular thing… it’s a common enough occurrence. People tell us that we’ve done great on the movie on almost a daily basis — the Oscars is pretty much like that, except bigger.”
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ƐƖѕα'ѕ perpetual calm demeanor constantly fooled Anna about the industry. Not in a bad way! Anna loved hanging around Elsa’s house, going through movies together, drinking and eating chocolates (sometimes at the same time). She loved spending time with her co-star to the point it was just like spending a day with a normal girl. Some people were collected like Elsa, but behind those masks and fancy dresses were people who were only in it for the fame. The lack of passion in the industry was–sorry to say–making Anna feel sick. She used to think that it was all about the interest of exploring characters and different personalities and telling stories, when now she could see the people who just wanted to act because they said it was easy money.
Anna remembered the first thing she was warned about when entering show business–the tough competition, sometimes for people who just wanted in for the money. That was why for Frozen, Anna didn’t hesitate to audition as much as four times to be part of the movie. The idea of this particular role falling into another’s hands was not something Anna try to think about. And who knew? Anna could finally fulfill her dream of becoming a Disney Princess! ‘If you wanted something, you just have to go for it,’ she told the press constantly.
However, that didn’t mean that Anna was not looking forward to the Oscars because of the phonies. Despite her nervousness, she was sure, that during that day, her excitement would overcome those anxieties. Dressing up wouldn’t be so bad sometimes, right? Meeting those famous people wouldn’t be so bad, right? Fangirling over meeting those famous people wouldn’t be so bad (or embarrassing), right?
Another reason the newbie was looking forward to the Oscars was because her 'sister’ (Anna was confident enough to say that to people) was going to perform the hit song from the movie. Watching Elsa sing it live during shooting was mesmerizing, imagine watching it on the stage–with amazing sets and special effects!
It was going to be a day she will remember forever. Anna better bring some burrito.
“That still sound intimidating. I mean I still act like a little girl who got a gold sticker when people complimented Frozen,” Anna chuckled, listening intently to Elsa. “I only feel slightly better, but thanks anyway.”
Suddenly feeling a bit nervous about the meeting he gave Anna’s hand a tiny squeeze and gulped. The possibility of Anna giving her disapproval instead of consent was still more evident than the latter. As much as he loved his Sonya, the love of his family came first. If they didn’t accept her then did it mean she wasn’t his true love? All his weeks of courting her gone to waste?
He tried to push the initial fear aside as he lead Anna down the hallway back toward the front gates, taking his time now and trying to pass it off as giving Anna some time to get the feeling back in her legs. His smile returning in the slightest at the praise of his beloved’s name and gave a nod. “I get it! No worries.”
Pondering for a moment he waved his free hand and shook his head. “Uhhh… she’s shy so she probably won’t talk right away and… she’s very very small. Smaller than me. But love comes in all shapes and sizes, right?” He inquired, glancing up at his aunt.
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“Don’t worry, Olaf,” Anna comforted the snowman. “I usually talk a lot, so if awkward silences are what you’re afraid of then I’ll make sure it won’t happen. I’m not making any promise with ‘non-awkward’ conversations, because I’m not the most un-awkward person ever, but just… you get it. It wouldn’t be silent, though!”
Wait, what?
Olaf was smaller than most, so his girlfriend was smaller than him? That means, she’s no bigger than a toddler? Well, she get that sometimes couples don’t have the same height or sizes (just look at her and Kristoff), but just how much smaller was Sonya? This got Anna even more curious. Oh, she needed to get there faster! But no rush, no rush.
“Yes, that’s true, Olaf,” she said. “In fact, true love knows no bounds. True love is never based on the people’s appearances.”
The amount of curiosity was welling up inside her. “Where does she live anyway, Olaf?”
Eerie silence diffused in the atmosphere and it caused Anna to become extremely uneasy. The sound of the engine ‘vrooming’ as the car rolled down the road wasn’t enough to stop the buzzing in her ear and the fear that kept bubbling inside of her. Elsa was driving as per usual, yet it was all so different. No music was blasting from the stereo of the car, so Elsa couldn’t tell Anna to turn it down to no use; they would usually end up singing together, but not today. Elsa had a nervous look on her face throughout the journey and Anna sensed how serious her sister was. The roads were empty and Anna feared of looking out her window; she was afraid that she would see one of those gruesome walking deads with their low chants and slow walk and their insatiable desires for brains.
They heard of a place where people could hide, a sanctuary to give them more time to survive. The time might not be a lot, but regardless whatever amount of time they have, it’s more than enough–each second is crucial. That’s what they want, so that they could hide until the outbreak ends. But the place was on the other side of the country, so the sisters had no choice but to make a long drive there. Hundreds of people have been flooding the old abandoned military bunker, so that they had to be quick. They agreed not to stop their drive unless it was for something important. They stocked up on food supplies and weapons from normal household objects, but Anna knew that somewhere in that car was a gun that her father hid in case something happened (Anna was sure that it wasn’t there for shooting zombies, but desperate time calls for desperate measures).
"E-Elsa, how much longer?“ Anna asked. She had to know, even if it would seem a little whiny. The redhead sank into her seat, sitting on her back as she pulled the seatbelt over her mouth.
Eyes of sapphire blinked, accompanied by a warm smile. Though an introvert in nature and a homebody in self-claim, the young woman did long for company, whether it be with a friend or a costar or a director or anybody, really. Truly, being on her lonesome had its perks, a number of it if she was to be specific, but there was something unable to be substituted by the company of a living, breathing being. The company with her at the moment was one of the most preferred; logically due to their history as costars and emotionally because of the sisterly bond existing between them.
It amused her greatly because with every person she’d encountered, there was a certain kind of feeling bubbling in the pits of her stomach, unable to be summarized by a word or two. Elsa was, in essence, an introvert in all words and deeds, characterized by the home she’d built in her mind, a sanctuary for all to keep away from, something that was hers through and through. So caught up in her mind she was, that if one were to offer her to write about anything and everything she had ever thought about a person, it would encompass an entire book series.
Hence why John Green and his works appealed to her greatly; the sheer introversion of the man was evident, and — if her psychoanalysis of him was wrong and he was not in fact an introvert — his insightful outlook on everything gave her new philosophies to philosophize and mull over as she went about her mundane things. Vaguely she could remember a story Anna had shared with her regarding auditioning for Hazel, and smiled even wider.
”Nonsense,“ she dismissed, noting her fondness for the word when rebutting other people. ”Though, admittedly, John Green is a philosophical genius, you have just saved me from a trash bin full of wet tissues. You’re doing me a favor, Anna." A laugh resounded from her throat. And now onto the question she believed was long overdue—— “How have you been?”
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Anna would describe herself as a very sensitive person. She might be oblivious to what was happening around her sometimes, but she was more than capable to know whether there was tension of sadness, anger, or even happiness in the atmosphere. Although her guesses might be a hit or a miss (mostly misses), she was still confident that with practice, she would sharpen her skills. Not only in terms of her environment, but Anna was also one of those people who were not afraid of crying when she read a book or watch movies–one of those people who would ask why you didn’t cry during the saddest parts. That’s why she would be one of the most sensitive person you would ever meet. Anna loved experiencing art firsthand and getting involved too. The purpose of art was that, right? To elicit emotions from the people who were experiencing it, of course.
John Green was more than capable of doing such to her–she regarded him greatly because of that. Anna knew that Elsa loved reading, but to know that she also loved John Green made Anna even happier. They have more things in common, even though they don’t have much either. That could be the foundation of their friendship; because they were so different, they found each other so endearing and that’s where the chemistry came from.
"I know that feeling,” Anna said. “Sometimes I don’t even bother using tissues and I just immediately use my clothes to wipe off my tears and snot–” Realizing what she said and how embarrassing and disgusting it was, Anna blushed, “What? I’m sorry, I’m pretty sure you don’t want to hear that. But it’s just because I was so immersed in reading, I can’t even leave my seat to get a new box of tissue!”
The question came as a surprise for Anna. Why? She didn’t know. It was the first thing you should ask a person when you meet them. It was common courtesy but how come Anna was surprised by such a tiny question? “Ah, well, I’m fine, I guess,” she paused. “Wait! Not fine! The Oscars are coming up, so I’m excited!” Anna had never dreamed of having such an opportunity. Imagine meeting all of those amazing people during that time and how fun would that be? “No! Now that I think about I’m nervous, and gassy. It’s this weekend!”
The snowman nodded his head excitedly, eyes shining now. The decision itself was impulsive and something he usually wouldn’t consider but this was a special case. His true love he was talking about. Two of the three people he loved the most should be able to get along, right? “Yeah, why?”
“Really? You’ll come? Fantastic!” He all be squealed, doing a silly little twirl on his heels and beaming up at Anna. She was probably the most levelheaded person he could have come to about his true love and was honestly thankful she was doing this. With a small wave of his hand, started for the door. “Come on, come on!”
At her question though he found himself pausing in his tracks and pressing his lips together in a thin line. Her name? “Oh her name is—” He always called his true love ‘Angel’ because she normally wasn’t the one talking and she never seemed to mind or correct him about the name. Thinking hard now, he rubbed his chin and visualized his little love waiting there in that glass ball of hers. The little stand that held the ball he remembered had a bronze plate on the front. Oh what had it said?
”Her name is…” Selma? Sally? Sel— “Sonya. Her name is Sonya.” He said quickly, his dreamy smile returning now and glancing back at Anna. “Isn’t that a beautiful name?”
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Unconsciously, Anna tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, like she usually does whenever she would feel nervous. Was she nervous? By joves, no! Okay… maybe a little–just a tiny bit, very tiny like the size of a speck of dust! Even though Anna had more experience of meeting new people, particularly after the gates were open, Anna still finds herself stammering, stuttering, and making anxious gestures around people and embarrassing herself. And by the way, this was Olaf’s first love they were discussing about; somebody who had the potential of making him ecstatic or completely breaking him mercilessly.
“I’m coming, I’m coming, Olaf,” Anna giggled as she got up from her previous kneeling position, a little wobbly after she lost all of the feeling of her feet as she had kneeled for far too long. She brushed off her skirt before taking the snowman’s wooden hand in her own. Then she said, “I’m about as excited as you are! I can’t wait to meet her.”
As they made their way towards the door, Anna tried remembering whether she had anything to be done during that time. She seemed to be in a trance before snapping back into reality then finding out that Olaf’s love’s name is Sonya. “That is a beautiful name, Olaf,” Anna offered him a sincere smile. “Wait! I was referring to Sonya; Sonya is a beautiful name–not saying that Olaf is not a beautiful name, because it is… You get it, right?”
She gulped. “Well, is there anything else I should know about your significant other?” Anna asked, trying to distract from her previous statement.
All things considered, though Elsa favored solitude over company most of the time — an ironic feat considering her character had been forced into unwanted isolation because of her powers — there was nothing wrong with a bit of company, especially those of whom she held dear to her heart. Frozen cast included. If she were going to be honest, though, if she had even just a modicum of Anna or Olaf’s extroversion, she would have invited the entire cast and crew over to her home; there were simply times when she’d look back on web articles and YouTube videos and the like, and find herself missing her co-stars now that filming had wrapped up.
However, since she had been blessed with the exact opposite of what she hoped, she couldn’t very well muster up the courage to do so. Elsa was a follower, not a leader — a quality she found ironic in her as well, considering who she had to play in the movie.
A smile adorned the blonde’s face as she ushered her unexpected visitor inside, opening the door wide enough for her to enter. “Yeah — I thought we’d be seeing each other during the weekend or something, given the Oscars soon and all that.“ Oh, the Oscars. ‘Twas every actor’s dream, really, and it was soon to be a dream come true for them, who’d been nominated for Best Picture and Best Original Song — which immediately reminded her of the fact that she’d have to perform on the day itself. Elsa held back a groan; actress as she was, there were still occasional moments of stage fright. She had signed up to act, after all, and not to sing.
With a dismissive hand gesture, she motioned for Anna to sit on her couch before she headed into the kitchen, preparing mugs of hot chocolate for them both, somewhat of a tribute to their characters who both shared a love for the sweet. It didn’t take her quite long, though; powdered cocoa seemed to be one of the most convenient inventions of man.
As she reached the living room, she handed Anna a mug. “You most certainly were not interrupting anything," she jested, “unless you count me reading John Green’s masterpiece and crying as anything worth interrupting.”
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The Oscars were approaching fast and Anna was immensely nervous. She was never the smartest, the most athletic, or the most art-sy. Anna used to be an underachiever for she had never found what she’s passionate about, until now. When she became an actor (and got a big budget first gig already), Anna had only expect Frozen to be a great movie. But with the critical acclaim and–all of the sudden–the awards and nominations, this made Anna even happier. She had never achieve something as big as this and it was overwhelming. To top it all off, more projects were coming up as people were offering her roles for future movies.
She wouldn’t trade this for a thing and, hopefully, it wouldn’t get to her head.
While she visited many other award shows, where Anna was glad she didn’t make a big fool out of herself during those times (although she did almost spill her drink on Amy Adams), The Oscars seemed different. Probably because of its high prestige and status. When you get nominated, everybody becomes impressed. Even if Frozen didn’t win, Anna would still be proud of the movie. She entered the business not with the mind-set of winning a lot of awards, she just wanted to perform, that’s all. But if the movie she’s part of wins awards, Anna wouldn’t complain.
Anna entered Elsa’s house. It had Elsa written all over it; everything was elegant just like she was, but simple at the same time. It wasn’t extravagant, like the ones Anna had seen all over E!. Maybe she should stop watching the channel before unrealistic images of a celebrity’s house were permanently ingrained to her brain.
She sat down on the couch after Elsa motioned towards it. The sofa was comfortable, living up to its modest appearance. She waited until Elsa returned with a cup of hot chocolate and Anna grinned like a chesire cat as she inhaled the sweet smell of the cocoa.
"Thank you, Elsa,” Anna said, taking a sip from the drink. The warm liquid quickly warming her tummy. It relaxes her. “You were reading John Green?” Anna had always wanted to meet the man. She read his books and loved them so much. There was an air of humor with them, but they were also emotional. Sometimes Anna would just curl herself into a ball and sob as reads his books before she goes to sleep. She even remembered auditioning for the role of Hazel for The Fault in Our Stars’ movie adaptation.
“Anything with John Green shouldn’t be interrupted.” She chuckled. “I feel bad now.”
Olaf didn’t know how animated he could actually become as he spoke, eyes bright and hands all over the place. Scarcely noticing whenever one of his hands almost flying off and smacking himself in the face. He didn’t know anyone could make him feel more alive than his ‘little angel’ he’s found and still carrying the sensation with hm now. He wanted to ask Anna this what she feels around Kristoff but held off on it. The snowman fired off answers to the princess’ questions without any hesitation.
“Neither did I but I suppose opposites do attract. She has a ton of it when she dances yet makes it all look so graceful. Doesn’t she? But I know not everyone is perfect.”
He was not native as most people would think him to be. He’s already weighed the pros and cons of pursuing this relationship Pro he had someone to spend time with when everyone was busy. Con she may get tired of him showing up everyday. Pro one day she was always in the same spot and easy to find. Con if one day she weren’t there he wouldn’t know where to find her since they never spoke. The list went on and on yet Olaf deducted that if this relationship didn’t work out then he’d pick himself up off and take it in stride… at least he hoped he could.
“Wellll… I suppose you could meet her now? I really don’t think she’d mind if I made two visits today and she’d love to meet one of my family members. Since I talk about you guys often.” he said slowly, smiling after a moment.
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The way Olaf described his love was… well, cute. He had always been that way and she couldn’t help but think how lucky this girl was to be liked by the little snowman. What would happen if his heart got broken, though? That question continued to brew in her mind. It happened to her and there was no way she would let that happen to the lovely Olaf, but she couldn’t guarantee such thing.
“Their imperfectness makes them perfect in some ways, Olaf,” she said, giggling at him slightly.
At the sudden mention that he wanted to bring her to meet his crush, Anna was at a lost for words. She could only manage to mutter, “Wait, what? Now?”
Taken aback by his forwardness. She bit her lip. The thing she was worried about was whether she was going to embarrass him or not. Anna had the tendency to be clumsy and she was well-aware of that, but she couldn’t help it. It was something that cannot be changed, it was her identity. Olaf seemed to like this girl very much–what if Anna destroyed it for them by being her usual clumsy self?
But Anna was so curious now! She wanted to see his love!
"I suppose I can,“ she answered him, slurring on the last word, careful that she could take the word back in case she realized it was a bad idea.
However, her curiosity beat every other overwhelming emotions. Let’s go meet this girl; Anna had nothing to do today anyway. No turning back now. "I forgot to ask you, Olaf,” she began. “What’s her name? I need to something to call her with, because if I was there and I had no idea what her name was and I don’t know what to call her, it’ll be very awkward, you know?”
Elsa liked to define normal days as curling up against her window and reading a good novel — preferably something contemporary by David Levithan or John Green, maybe something classic of Jane Austen or Mark Twain; it didn’t matter really, as long as she got peace of mind, and a good book to read. These days, such normal days are scarce; with the attention her recent movie was getting, along with the nominations for various awards, it was sheer respect for the people of the industry that she hadn’t shut her phone off whenever they called. If acting and performing hadn’t been something that Elsa truly loved, she wouldn’t have dreamed of getting fifty phone calls in an hour, all about scheduling interviews and photoshoots and whatnot.
But if there was something she missed about filming Frozen, it was her cast mates. Sure, the attention the movie was getting was flattering, and the award nominations were overwhelming, however the only time the entire cast had been able to contact each other since the film’s wrapping up was various appearances and promotional propaganda for the movie — and even with that, not the whole cast had been present. Sometimes Elsa found herself looking back to the days on set and sighing; she could only hope that Hans and Anna and Kristoff and everybody had missed her just as much as she missed them.
The sound of the doorbell being rang snapped her out of her reverie — in good time, might she add; she’d been reading the Fault in Our Stars for the past hour in preparation for the movie ( she recalled meeting Shailene once; lovely woman, that one ) and was near tears as she flipped through the sixteenth chapter. Blinking her tear-brimmed eyes, the blonde stretched a bit before heading downstairs and going towards the door.
Strange — I haven’t known of any visitors today.
She was in for a present surprise, though, for the face that greeted her as she opened the door was one that though unexpected, was more than welcome in her home. “Anna!“ the actress grinned, taking a step forward to hug the co-star she’d grown closest to on set.
“It’s been so long, how are you? Come in!”
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All of Anna’s nervousness diminished once the door was open. Elsa stood in front of her–casual, without any make-up but still looking nice (Anna wished she could pull of the same look). She was glad that Elsa was home; with her character being so famous and incredibly well-received, Elsa’s presence was especially in demand everywhere. Anna was happy she could still have some quiet time for herself and it had always been a question to her as to how Elsa managed to keep herself composed and down-to-earth.
It wasn’t shocking for Anna when Elsa moved forward to hug her.
The last time they hugged wasn’t after they finished wrapping up shooting, they hugged many times during press conferences, premieres, and even during their interviews; that was why Anna had always been familiar with Elsa’s hugs–but it doesn’t mean that she hadn’t missed them. They were always warm, not at all like one to come from an ice queen.
Elsa was the closest thing she has to a sister. Born with a lot of brothers, Anna never knew how it was to have a sister. They enjoyed spending time together, bonding throughout the course of filming and Anna loved the experience. What’s better was how they still kept in touch and both of them were still up-to-date with each other’s status.
Anna hugged her co-star back, grinning in the process. How nice it was to meet her! It was like meeting an old friend you haven’t seen for many years (granted, the filming did happen about a year ago). When they broke apart from the hug, Anna still had the childish grin on her face.
"Surprise!” the redhead giggled. “Bet you didn’t see me coming, huh, Elsa? I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
