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[Frozen/Brave] the fire of the frost (Elsa/Merida)
Title: the fire of the frost
Fandom: Frozen/Brave
Length: 492 words
Prompt: Let's Make Out Ficathon II: Disney, Elsa/Merida, girl all the bad guys want
Pairing: Elsa/Merida
Other: Set mid-movie for Frozen.
Excerpt: Merida doesn't want to be at this ball; it's in the long dark lines of her body and the way that curls keep creeping out from under her wimple. She is polite to Elsa, if distant, her accent a fascination. Elsa finds herself watching Merida's lips as she speaks.
Merida is Elsa's opposite, in all senses of the word. They share the vocation of royalty, but Merida is burning and vibrant, clinging unashamed to her desires, powerful and unfeminine. She is exactly the kind of girl that Elsa's parents wouldn't approve of, and that amuses Elsa enough that she makes sure to say hello.
Merida doesn't want to be at this ball; it's in the long dark lines of her body and the way that curls keep creeping out from under her wimple. She is polite to Elsa, if distant, her accent a fascination. Elsa finds herself watching Merida's lips as she speaks.
After a moment's awkward silence Merida asks about the local hunting. Elsa hesitates, recovers.
"I don't know," she admits, allowing herself some truth. It's not as if Merida wouldn't have heard about the closed gates. "I don't leave my castle much."
Merida gives her a look of frustration, possibly indignation. "With all of this around you, why not? Doesn't it drive you mad, being closed in?"
She looks up at the carefully draped walls, takes in the sterile white columns, and Elsa gets the distinct impression that Merida wants to spit. Merida swallows. "It seems like a very nice castle," she says weakly, attempting recovery.
"It is very quiet," Elsa says, voice low. "Restful."
Merida mumbles something about her mother under her breath, about being a proper princess and parental approval. Elsa doesn't really catch all of it, but she reaches out, heart thrumming, and takes Merida's hand, only briefly, enjoying the touch through her glove.
She jerks back almost as soon as she realizes she's done it, but Merida seems unaffected by her brief touch. Well, not entirely. Merida blinks her bright eyes and then takes Elsa's hand back, pulling her away into a shadowy corner. Elsa is concentrating desperately on not freezing the other girl when Merida kisses her, an action that catches her completely by surprise. Her lips purse automatically in response, but the floor beneath them suddenly begins to gleam.
Merida has a bit of Elsa's lipstick on her lips when the kiss ends. She pulls back and considers Elsa, smiling crookedly and tucking another stray curl back where it belongs.
"Your Highness," Merida says, and Elsa can't tell whether her voice is admiring or mocking. Merida escapes their little hidden place and merges back into the crowd without another word. Elsa puts a finger to her lips, after a moment emerging again into the room. She glances around, longing for another look at Merida, but she can't see that brilliant red hair anywhere. Another dignitary soon captures her attention, and after that, Anna and her ridiculous ideas, and it takes quite a while before Elsa can pause to catch her breath.
In her ice castle, she remember's Merida's brief kiss and wonders how the hunting is out on the mountains of Arendelle, and whether the other princess might come to find out.
Fandom: Frozen/Brave
Length: 492 words
Prompt: Let's Make Out Ficathon II: Disney, Elsa/Merida, girl all the bad guys want
Pairing: Elsa/Merida
Other: Set mid-movie for Frozen.
Excerpt: Merida doesn't want to be at this ball; it's in the long dark lines of her body and the way that curls keep creeping out from under her wimple. She is polite to Elsa, if distant, her accent a fascination. Elsa finds herself watching Merida's lips as she speaks.
Merida is Elsa's opposite, in all senses of the word. They share the vocation of royalty, but Merida is burning and vibrant, clinging unashamed to her desires, powerful and unfeminine. She is exactly the kind of girl that Elsa's parents wouldn't approve of, and that amuses Elsa enough that she makes sure to say hello.
Merida doesn't want to be at this ball; it's in the long dark lines of her body and the way that curls keep creeping out from under her wimple. She is polite to Elsa, if distant, her accent a fascination. Elsa finds herself watching Merida's lips as she speaks.
After a moment's awkward silence Merida asks about the local hunting. Elsa hesitates, recovers.
"I don't know," she admits, allowing herself some truth. It's not as if Merida wouldn't have heard about the closed gates. "I don't leave my castle much."
Merida gives her a look of frustration, possibly indignation. "With all of this around you, why not? Doesn't it drive you mad, being closed in?"
She looks up at the carefully draped walls, takes in the sterile white columns, and Elsa gets the distinct impression that Merida wants to spit. Merida swallows. "It seems like a very nice castle," she says weakly, attempting recovery.
"It is very quiet," Elsa says, voice low. "Restful."
Merida mumbles something about her mother under her breath, about being a proper princess and parental approval. Elsa doesn't really catch all of it, but she reaches out, heart thrumming, and takes Merida's hand, only briefly, enjoying the touch through her glove.
She jerks back almost as soon as she realizes she's done it, but Merida seems unaffected by her brief touch. Well, not entirely. Merida blinks her bright eyes and then takes Elsa's hand back, pulling her away into a shadowy corner. Elsa is concentrating desperately on not freezing the other girl when Merida kisses her, an action that catches her completely by surprise. Her lips purse automatically in response, but the floor beneath them suddenly begins to gleam.
Merida has a bit of Elsa's lipstick on her lips when the kiss ends. She pulls back and considers Elsa, smiling crookedly and tucking another stray curl back where it belongs.
"Your Highness," Merida says, and Elsa can't tell whether her voice is admiring or mocking. Merida escapes their little hidden place and merges back into the crowd without another word. Elsa puts a finger to her lips, after a moment emerging again into the room. She glances around, longing for another look at Merida, but she can't see that brilliant red hair anywhere. Another dignitary soon captures her attention, and after that, Anna and her ridiculous ideas, and it takes quite a while before Elsa can pause to catch her breath.
In her ice castle, she remember's Merida's brief kiss and wonders how the hunting is out on the mountains of Arendelle, and whether the other princess might come to find out.