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You guys being awesome + me having free time = another chapter:D
The chapters I've decided are going to vary widely in length (the first one was nearly 7,000 words and this one only 4,000). So don't be too shocked if one is super short (just depends on what's going on).
Anyways, I had a LOT of fun writing this chapter (I just about died writing it), so I hope you enjoy it too!
BTW: Elsa and Anna are living in New York if you didn't get that from the first chapter
Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen or Neil Simmons
Eyes widening and mouth gawking in disbelief, Elsa turned to the center of the room with a loud groan. "Well, now we know one of our neighbors is a practicing Satanist," she bit out over her shoulder, flinging up her arms. "Why else would Satin incarnate be here?"
"Elsa! My mother is gentle, kind woman—an angel," Anna defended, taking off her black gown and searching for her tossed yellow shirt. She quickly slid it on, thankful for the long sleeves.
Elsa buttoned up her shirt. "Anna, you have got to get rid of her. I've got a case in court tomorrow, and I really don't want to deal with her bullshit right now."
Anna picked up the canvas sheet by the ladder and balled it up before throwing it behind the remaining stack of suitcases. She then ran to the ladder and began picking up loose paintbrushes and throwing them in a messy pile. "It's ugly in here without furniture, isn't it? She's gonna hate it, won't she?"
Elsa sighed. "And now you're ignoring me."
"Anna?! Dear, where are you?!" called Mrs. Summers' voice from the stairs.
Anna rushed to the door. "Up here, mom! Top floor!" she yelled. She jumped back into the room, past Elsa, and continued her fast cleaning.
Elsa shook her head as she watched Anna's nervous tidying. "Perfect. Just Perfect. How am I going to work tonight?" the blonde said under her breath.
"She'll think this is the way we're going to live. Like a couple of crazy gypsies hiding in post-apocalyptic New York," Anna complained, her voice dripping with anxiety.
Elsa slowly walked across the room, her hands in her pockets. "Maybe I should sleep in the office…"
Anna continued to ignore her wife. Shivering, she looked up from her work and surveyed the lack-luster apartment. "She'll hate the place. She'll freeze to death in here. She'll curl up in her coat and freeze to death like a dog in the street."
Elsa leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "I don't get you, Anna. Five minutes ago, this place was the Garden of Eden. Now it's suddenly a concentration camp."
Anna strode to Elsa, hugging her arms for warmth. "She doesn't understand, Elsa," Anna exasperated, her eyes wide. "She has a different set of values. She's practical. She's not young like us."
Elsa snorted and pushed off the wall. "Well I'm twenty-six and cold as hell."
"Anna?!" yelled Anna's mother.
Anna leaned out the open door. "One more flight, ma!" Anna leaned back in and grabbed Elsa by the shoulders as she began walking away, spinning her around to face her. "Elsa, promise me one thing," she pleaded. "Don't tell her about the rent. If she asks, tell her you're not quite sure yet."
Elsa's brow furrowed, looking down into the pleading eyes of her wife. "Not sure what my rent is? Anna, I have to know what my rent is. I'm a college graduate and first in my class."
Anna shook her shoulders, her eyes widening impossibly larger. "Can't you lie a little? For me? Just this once? You don't have to tell her it's a hundred and twenty-five dollars."
Elsa closed her eyes and sighed in defeat. When she looked back at her wife, she gently removed her hands from her shoulders. "Fine. How much is it then?"
"Sixty-five?" Anna asked again, subconsciously raising her shoulders as her voice rose to a pitiful squeak.
"Seventy-five alright?" Anna decided. "Seventy-five dollars and sixty-three cents…including gas and electricity," she quickly added, rolling her hands together. "She'll believe that, won't she?"
Smirking at her wife's nervousness, Elsa halfheartedly rolled her eyes, taking Anna's hands in hers. "Anyone would believe that. I'm the apparent idiot who swallowed the hundred twenty-five," she said, finishing with a reassuring smile.
Anna smiled back before looking at their open door. "She's taking a long time." She turned to Elsa, her eyes again filled with anxiety. "Do you think she fell?"
Elsa held up her hands in a sign of prayer, her eyes scrunching together while she quickly mouthed words. Anna smacked her hands and scowled. "What?" Elsa innocently asked. "Your angel of a mother might finally become an angel."
"Well I can't lie about the stairs!" Elsa cried defensively. "She's going to figure out we live in the stratosphere all by herself."
Anna rolled her eyes and leaned out the door. "What is taking her so long?" she mumbled to herself.
"Maybe we should toss her a broom. It is her basic transportation."
Anna sighed heavily and trudged back to her wife. "Could you at least try to act like you like her?"
"Like her? Anna, the woman tried to slip me arsenic at our wedding!"
Anna adjusted Elsa's blue tie. "You can still try."
"Anna, I gave her a cemetery plot for her birthday. I'm pretty sure me putting on a smile isn't going to fool her."
Suddenly, Anna's mother fell through the door, gasping for air. She was a woman in her late fifties, pretty, but hadn't bothered to look after herself for the past few years. She wore a large fur coat and hat that covered her short, plump frame. Her clothes were old, but she carried about herself an air of social superiority even as she sucked in air through her wide, wrinkled mouth.
Anna caught her greying-haired mother just as she slumped through the door. "Mother!"
Mrs. Summers weakly lifted her head. "Oh…Oh…I can't…I can't breathe."
"Take it easy, mom," Anna cooed, patting her mother's back.
"I can't…catch my breath."
Anna smiled and laughed. "You should have rested, silly."
Mrs. Summers looked at her with wide eyes. "I did…but there were always more stairs," she forlornly said, staring off into the distance like she was re-seeing some traumatic incident.
Anna looked over her mother to Elsa. "Elsa, help her," she directed, nodding her head at her panting mother.
Elsa reluctantly stepped forward, and Anna began to lean her mother into Elsa's arms. "You!" Mrs. Summers cried, turning in Anna's arms and glaring accusingly at Elsa. "Don't touch me! I'm allergic to scum," she spat.
Elsa growled, her ears turning red and her outstretched hands that were going to hold the woman clenching into fists.
Anna sighed before she turned her mother to guide her into the room. "Come on, mom. Watch the step."
"More stairs!" Mrs. Summers hysterically cried, burying her face in Anna's chest like a child.
Nonetheless, Anna was able to nudge her mother forward. "You want some water?"
"Later," Mrs. Summers choked out, turning her face from Anna's chest to get easier access to air. "I can't swallow yet."
"Here, sit down," Anna directed, guiding her mother to the ladder and sitting her down on one of the middle rungs.
"Oh dear," Mrs. Summers groaned as she slowly bent her sore legs.
"It's not that high, ma," Anna stated, watching her mother lean her head back and close her eyes.
"I know, dear. It's not bad, really." Mrs. Summers put her hand over her heart, grasping at her fur coat. "What is it, nine flights?" she asked between breaths.
Mrs. Summers groaned and leaned her head back, her eyes again closed. "I didn't think I'd make it."
"And what a shame that would've been." Anna jumped, startled by her wife's sudden appearance at her side.
Mrs. Summers straightened her back and glared at Elsa, her cerulean eyes a carbon copy of Anna's. "If I'd known the people on the third floor, I'd gone to visit them instead…"
"Elsa," Anna reprimanded, turning on the blonde with a scowl. "Just…go read the paper or something," she commanded, flinging an arm in the direction of the kitchen.
Elsa put up her hands in mock surrender, her face a mask of innocence. "Oh gladly, dearest. I just love those cross-word puzzles and scrabble games on the back. Did you know that mother-in-law scrambled is 'woman Hitler?'"
Elsa waved off her angry wife. "I'm going. I'm going," she grumbled, walked towards the kitchen area.
Anna turned back to her mother (who was now breathing normally) and plastered on a courteous smile. "Well, this is a pleasant surprise, mom."
Mrs. Summers smiled and straightened her shoulders, her ego thoroughly stroked by the small compliment. "It was no bother, dear. Well, I really had no intention of coming up, but I had a luncheon in Westchester and I thought, since it's on my way home, I might as well drop in for a few minutes."
Anna blinked. "On your way home to New Jersey?"
"Yes. I just came over the Whitestone Bridge and down the Major Deegan Highway and now I'll cut across town and on to the Henry Hudson Parkway and up to the George Washington Ridge. It's no extra trouble, really."
Elsa groaned from the kitchen. "So glad you could make it."
Anna ignored her wife's comment. "Really, ma, you shouldn't have come all this way."
Mrs. Summers dismissively waved her hand. "Oh please, darling. I'm as fit as a fiddle. Women in our family age like fine wine, you know."
Elsa again chimed in. "Anna, yes. You age more like milk."
"Elsa!" Anna turned to glare at her wife who was vainly looking around for a glass. She turned back to her mother. "Though this visit was fun, mom, we were going to ask you over on Friday."
"Friday," Mrs. Summers repeated. "Good. I'll be here Friday." She glanced at the silver watch on her wrist. "I'm not going to stay now, though. I know you must be very busy."
Elsa walked over to stand behind Anna. "As a matter of fact—"
"No!" Anna quickly interrupted, shooting her wife a glanced glare. "We're not busy, are we, Elsa?" she asked through gritted teeth, her tone daring Elsa to say otherwise. Elsa glared in response and growled lightly.
Mrs. Summers stood up, oblivious to the silent argument between the newlyweds. "Besides," the old woman began. "Aunt Bulba is ringing the bell for me in ten minutes…Just one good look around, that's all." She glared at Elsa. "I'm not sure I'm coming back."
Anna ripped her gaze from her wife and hugged her mother's arm. "I wish you could have come an hour later, mom. After the furniture arrives."
"Or never…," Elsa grumbled.
Mrs. Summers didn't hear her. "Don't worry," she chuckled. "I've got a marvelous imagination."
Standing up, the plump woman turned around in a slow circle, surveying the room for the first time.
"Well…?" Anna hopefully asked.
Mrs. Summers glared at Elsa. "This was your idea wasn't it?" she acidly spat.
Anna's jaw fell open. "Mom—!"
"Oh yes," Elsa drawled, a fake smile on her face. "And guess what else? We're going to put a big ol' picture of your face right on the wall." Her smile fell and her brow furrowed into a scowl. "We'll hang it right over the stove to scare the kids away from the fire."
Anna turned on her wife, still gawking (if not more so). "Elsa—!"
Mrs. Summers huffed, standing straight and tilting her head up, trying and failing to look at the taller blonde from down her nose. "Well, I see my daughter at least tidied the place up. All the rats seem to be gone excluding the one I'm looking at."
"Yes, they threw themselves in the traps when you reached the door."
"I'm so sorry about that. Were they relatives of yours?"
"STOP!" Anna yelled. Elsa and Mrs. Summers both looked at the fuming girl, her face nearly as red as her hair. Anna's fists clenched hard at her sides as she struggled to restrain herself from hitting them both, her knuckles turning white and her nails biting into the skin of her palms.
Anna exhaled deeply through her nose, calming herself. "Mom," she began, her face now its normal tan. "This apartment was my idea, okay?"
Mrs. Summers blinked, smoothing the wrinkles in her coat. "Oh really? Well, dear, it's…it's uh…it's very…"
"You hate it," Anna stated simply, her face falling.
"Nono!" Mrs. Summers quickly reassured. "It's…," she glanced about the room, "It's a charming apartment."
Anna shook her head. "It's not your kind of apartment. I knew you wouldn't like it."
Mrs. Summers took Anna's hands in hers, tenderly smiling at her daughter. "I love it, darling."
Anna looked up, her wide, child-like eyes full of hope. "Do you really?"
Mrs. Summers nodded vigorously. "Very much! It's very cute…and there's so much you can do with it—"
"I knew you hated it."
"Come on, Anna, give me a chance. At least let me see the whole apartment."
"This is the whole apartment."
"…It's a nice…large room," Mrs. Summers weakly complimented after an awkward pause.
Anna's head perked up. "There's a bedroom!" she said excitedly.
Elsa sat on a low peg on the ladder, placing an elbow on her knee and resting her face on her hand. "It's one flight up."
Anna rolled her eyes, dragging her mother across the room. "It's four little steps," she clarified. "See one-two-three-f—careful, ma, you'll fall!" Anna cried, catching her mother when she slipped on the third step.
Elsa snorted, turning to watch the two. "Maybe then you can finally use that birthday present I gave you."
Mrs. Summers glanced over her shoulder. "I am not going to dignify you with a response, heathen."
"You just responded."
"HERE's the bedroom, mother," Anna said through gritted teeth, roughly nudging her mother towards the room.
"Through there?" she asked, pointing at the small door.
Anna scratched her neck. "N-No. In there. That's the bedroom…It's really just a dressing room, but we're going to use it as a bedroom."
"And you can just put a bed in there?"
Anna cocked her jaw, nodding reassurance to herself while she averted her mother's gaze. "It'll fit. I measured the room."
"A double bed?"
"No, an oversized single."
Elsa's eyes widened. What the hell?!
"Oh…how nice," Mrs. Summers said, still examining the splintered room. "And where will Elsa sleep?" she asked, spitting out Elsa's name like it held a foul taste in her mouth. "Under a rock somewhere with the rest of her kind?"
"With me," Anna simply answered.
"In an oversized single?" Elsa cried from the ladder, her hands falling into her lap.
"I'm positive we'll be comfortable," Anna said silkily, winking at her.
Mrs. Summers hugged her daughter's arm. "It's a wonderful idea, darling," she said with halfhearted enthusiasm.
"Thanks," Anna replied with a gleaming smile.
"Except you can't get to the closet," she stated, pointing to the small door in the far corner of the room.
"Yeah you can."
"Just climb over the bed," Anna said with a cheery shrug of her shoulders.
"Oh…how clever." Mrs. Summers released her daughter's arm and held her hands to her chest.
Anna smiled and hopped down the steps, striding towards the ladder. "Everything's just temporary," she explained, climbing up the side opposite of where Elsa was sitting. She rested her head on her arms on the top rung. "You know what they say: a house won't really take shape until the bride's own personality becomes more clearly defined."
Mrs. Summers glared at Elsa. "I think it's the bride right now." Elsa glared back.
Mrs. Summers huffed at the blonde before she opened the bathroom door. "What's in here…? Oh, the bathroom." She looking at Anna in question. "No bathtub?"
Elsa slowly turned and looked up at Anna, her eyebrows arched high and a smug look of I told you so plastered on her face. Anna groaned and rolled her eyes.
Mrs. Summers closed the bathroom door and carefully climbed down the stairs. "You really have quite a lot here, for one room. And where's the kitch—" She stopped mid-sentence when she caught sight of the rusted fridge and chipped sink. "Whoo, there it is…" she said, feigning enthusiasm. "Very cozy." She turned to Anna. "I suppose you'll eat out a lot the first year?"
Anna smiled widely. "We're never eating out." She nodded her head towards the kitchen area. "It's big enough to make spaghetti and things."
"What 'things?'" Mrs. Summers asked, suddenly concerned.
Anna laughed. "It's a dish I make, called 'things'," she joked. She shook her head and descended the ladder. "Honestly, ma, we won't starve."
"I know, dear," Mrs. Summers said with a genuine smile. She shivered and rubbed her arms. "It's chilly in here," she stated. "Do you feel a draft?"
"That's just your frozen heart," Elsa loudly mumbled.
Anna quickly moved her mother away, hoping she hadn't heard her wife's latest comment. "Stand over here, mom—"
To the redhead's dismay, her mother did hear. The older woman spun around, her round face red as she jabbed a bony finger at the blonde. "Now listen here, you lousy, no good, son of a—!"
"WHAT you need is a drink to warm you up, ma!" Anna shouted over her mother. She turned to Elsa, her face a scowl and her eyes promising future pain for her offensive outburst. "Elsa," she ground out. "Why don't you run downstairs and get some scotch?"
Elsa sputtered, standing up. "Now?"
Still angry, Mrs. Summers turned Anna so she could face her, a poor mask of happiness on her face. "Oh, no drink for me, darling. I'm leaving in a few minutes," she managed to say without breaking her painfully fake smile.
"Not soon enough," Elsa said, looking off to the side.
"Please, you can stay for one drink, mom," Anna pleaded. She glared at Elsa who returned the gesture. A silent battle then commenced.
Would you just shut up?
Why the hell would you ask that devil woman to stay longer than necessary?
You two need to just get over your egos and get along!
Ego? I don't have an ego!
Mrs. Summers watched the silent exchange of glares, grunts, and furrowed brows in fascination. Her face lit in understanding when she guessed why Elsa was so mad. The little rat wants me out of her hair. "Oh fine. One drink," she said, shooting Elsa a spiteful glance. "This place would benefit from me sticking around. My charm can help drive away the filth that decided to move in."
"Ha! Your charm is the fuel for children's nightmares and horror stories."
"Elsa…," Anna growled. She gave her mother quick instructions to look around the rest of the apartment before she stormed over to her wife, leering into her face. The two immediately engaged in a fast-spoken argument hissed through gritted teeth, arms flailing.
"There's so much you can do in here," Mrs. Summers commented. "Lots of wall space. What color are you going to paint it?" she asked without looking back at her daughter.
"It's painted," she curtly answered.
"Wow! Nearly six!" Elsa loudly stated, jutting her wrist into her wife's face. Anna swatted her hand and opened her mouth to renew their small argument.
But she was interrupted by her mother. "Oh poo, I've got to go soon," Mrs. Summers grumbled, turning to face her daughter and daughter-in-law.
Anna stepped forward, smiling. "Not until you have a drink, mom," she said, shooting Elsa a meaningful glare over her shoulder.
Elsa squared her shoulders in defiance. "Anna, I am not hiking down there just for a bottle of scotch."
"I don't see why you're complaining about a few stairs," mocked Mrs. Summers, daintily folding her hands in front of her. "I hear they use asses to haul cargo up mountains all the time."
Fists clenching at her sides, Elsa's face flushed so hot she looked like she was going to catch fire.
Anna sighed heavily, hanging her head. "Would you just go get the damn scotch?" She pleaded, dropping an arm to slap against her side.
Elsa looked at her wife. The poor redhead looked ready to either fall asleep or jump out a window. Way to make her feel depressed, Elsa. Truly a fantastic job. Wife of the year right here.
Reluctantly, Elsa lowered her eyes from Mrs. Summers', a move that made the woman puff up in triumph. Anna looked up and Elsa flashed her an apologetic smile. The redhead smiled widely in return, blowing a small kiss. Pretending to catch the kiss and hold it to her chest, Elsa strode to the door, taking care to stay as far away from Mrs. Summers as possible.
So did you like the funnies? Took me a long time to get them right, so I hope y'all enjoyed it as much as I did:D
And sassy Elsa? Come on, what could be better than that? (idk about keeping sassy Elsa...depends on what you guys think. I personally love it:D)