◤ spookysideburns ◢ 

✕ ✕ ┊she of ice & snow ;;

It was one of THOSE evenings again. No, not the evenings when she and Hans did nothing but have dirty, hot sex. It was one of those evenings when they fucked each others brains out and were now just lazing around watching ( binging really ) horror movies on Netflix. She loved evenings like this. It was during these evenings that she felt like she was actually in a relationship ; that it wasn’t just straight up fucking. It was evenings like this when she felt like she was so much MORE.

As she snuggled deeper into Hans’ arms wearing nothing but his button down shirt, and bright ( & wow were they bright ) socks, she moved her fingers lightly up and down his chest. At this point, she wasn’t even paying attention to the movie — honestly, she doubted she was missing anything good anyway. Her mind was far too busy thinking about something else.

It felt strange, watching one of her only friends turn into THAT girl. The “Cool Girl”. The girl that was every guy’s dream girl : brilliant, funny, complacent, adored football, hot sex, dirty jokes, and burping.

It honestly made Elsa nauseous to see it happen and a part of her worried [ was she doing the exact same thing? ] But then again, thinking back, she never once tried to turn into someone she was not just to get Hans to like her even more. She knew what Hans wanted and she could never become that girl, even if she tried. Instead, she was just herself. She never had that urge to be THAT girl when she was with him. She never once wanted to turn herself into what HE wanted. 

However, she wondered if there will come a time that she becomes so desperate that she does become the Cool Girl for him. She prayed that day would never come. She would hate herself.

❝Hans, I have a small favor to ask you.❞