Teenage Elsa Greentext Stories so Far

>Peek out of the door of my room
>Coast is clear, make a run for the library
>Suddenly hear suspiciously Anna-sounding footsteps behind me.
>"ELSAAA!"
>Ambushed by Anna
>Seriously has she been waiting behind the corner for me to come out all day?
>"Do you wanna build a snowman♫"
>Do you wanna try learning more than one song?
>"Um...I can't...I'm busy with...royal...stuff..."
>"Oh...well, how about later?"
>"Maybe. We'll see."
>Suddenly looks like it's the happiest day of her life, goes skipping off.
>Get to library.
>LOCK the door.
>Stay there all night reading Leibniz's works on recursive self-similarity in fear her ominous redheaded presence may be lurking just out the door.

>Try to sneak out of my room making as little noise as possible.
>"ELSA!"
>Ambushed by Anna again.
>I'm going to start calling this "Annabushed"
>"I've been reading this book! You like books, right Elsa?"
>She's holding a book in her hands. Looks like some trashy romance novel.
>"Well...some books..."
>"It's called "Pride and Prejudice." You should read it! Have you already read it? The part where Darcy proposes to Elizabeth is soooo romantic!"
>She's blushing furiously.
>I think this might border on swooning.
>I swear books like those rot your mind.
>"Ah. Well, I'm sure it's very good. That's not really my genre though..."
>She looks like someone just told her our parents died as I slowly sneak back into my room.
>Please don't grow up to be a slut, Anna.

>Library just got in latest book by Gauss, "General Investigations of Curved Surfaces"
>Rush to library, grab it.
>Rush back to room.
>Clearly a bit too excited because I bump into someone.
>ohgreatitskai
>"Oh, sorry Kai."
>"Your majesty?! I'm the one who should be sorry!"
>He notices I have a geometry book.
>"Another math book? You know, I can calculate fractions in my head. Go ahead, ask me one."
>This is about the 100th time he's told me this.
>I stopped being impressed when I was ten, Kai.
>Well today I show him.
>"Actually, there's a fraction-related problem I've been having trouble with...how come 1/3 times 3 is 1, but 0.333... times 3 is 0.999..."
>"Um...well...that's..."
>"Just let me know if you figure it out."
>Kai never bugs me about fractions again.
>Mission accomplished.

>Come out of hiding in my room to eat. Start walking towards the kitchen.
>Hear voices.
>Sounds like my parents have foreign dignitaries over or something.
>Decide to just stay in my room until they leave.
>Turn around.
>Suddenly Annabushed.
>"Hi, Elsa! Lately, my breasts have been growing a lot!"
>She grabs them with her hands.
>How am I even supposed to respond to that?
>Just stare at her blankly like an idiot.
>"I don't think they're as big as yours though..."
>She suddenly starts groping my chest in the middle of the hallway.
>Jam hands into pockets.
>CONCEAL
>DON'T
>FEEL
>After what feels like forever she finally stops.
>"Nope. I'll work hard to catch up though!"
>She just walks off like that was nothing.
>Run back to my room, I can feel wetness in my pockets.
>Get there, pull hands out.
>Fistfulls of snow.
>God damn it.
>Wait, what did she mean "work hard?"
>Is there something you can do to make them bigger?

>Sitting in the library.
>Look out the window, see Anna on wall walk looking intently at some distant ice harvesters.
>TOO intently
>Momentarily consider rendering the ice harvesting industry obsolete.
>Please please please don't grow up to be a slut, Anna.
>Oh who am I kidding it's a lost cause.
>Wait this could be a chance to actually be a good sister for once.
>Go up to her.
>"You know, big, aggressive men like that don't really make a suitable partner for a princess."
>"Ohhhh...really?"
>"Yes. You should really look for a prince. One who's polite and charming."
>"Right! Got it!"
>"Also, he should think like you. You should have good mental synchronization."
>"If you say so, that's what I'll look for!"
>Haha, a charming prince who's as crazy as Anna. Like that could ever happen.
>"But you know, I think a bookish, reclusive kind of guy might be okay too."
>She leans on my shoulder.
>Surprisingly it doesn't result in snowmageddon.
>Or maybe I just don't notice because it's already snowing.
>She's shivering. I put my arm around her.
>thisisn'tsobad

>Cousin from Corona coming to visit.
>Anna is bouncing off the walls like a maniac.
>Have to have dinner with her and my family.
>Could potentially last for hours.
>She used to have the most beautiful hair ever to grace the Earth.
>Then the second she gets married she chops it up into some ugly brown thing.
>I swear to God I'm never getting married.
>Spend like an hour getting dressed and ready.
>Anna shows up with messy hair, dress not done up properly.
>She still looks beautiful but I can't believe our parents let her get away with this.
>Eat dinner together. Food is actually pretty good.
>After one hour of meaningless conversation, still no end in sight.
>"So Elsa, I hear you have a talent for mathematics. What have you been learning lately?"
>Finally something I can talk about. I may have misjudged cousin.
>"Yes. Recently, I've been fascinated by the debate over whether light is a particle or a wave. The mathematical evidence suggests it's a wave, but some of its behaviours suggest it's a particle."
>"Oh."
>Realize I probably just came off as some kind of obsessive freak.
>But what did she want me to say, "Recently I learnt long division" so she could wow me with her long division skills? Probably.
>Like that time she long divided her hair.
>Nobody really tries to talk to me for the rest of the night.
>Went better than expected, maybe.

>In the study. Dad is teaching me some things about governance.
>It's pretty boring but I AM going to be queen one day.
>Either that or an icicle.
>"And so, according to Machiavelli, excessive generosity from a ruler may not lead to him being loved, but simply to greed among his subjects."
>When I'm queen, I'm never talking with anyone ever again.
>I'll just write everything down.
>Except maybe I'll still talk with Anna.
>Maybe.
>I'm also going to eat chocolate every day.
>Dad finishes his lesson.
>"Elsa, you may be a bit...different, but your mother and I want you to know you're still our daughter and we still love you."
>Yeah, okay dad.
>You think I don't know who the special "lunatic cell" in the dungeon is REALLY for?
>"Thank you, father."

>New mayor and his family are over.
>Mayor is an idiot. This is what you get when you let people pick their leaders.
>Shudder at through of Arrendelle going full democratic.
>They'd probably elect Anna president.
>See the mayor's daughter.
>First-class beauty.
>Probably as beautiful as Anna will be in a few years.
>Also HUGE bosom.
>Notice my chair is starting to freeze.
>Better bail out of there.
>"Sorry, I'll be back in just a minute."
>Run to the nearest empty room and shut myself in.
>Compose myself so I don't freeze the castle with my raging envy.
>At least I think it's envy.
>Go back.
>dontlookatherchest dontlookatherchest
>I wonder how dad is handling this.
>Look at dad. He's subtly stealing glances at her chest.
>God damn it dad. So much for "conceal, don't feel," huh?
>They finally leave.
>Only four more years until we get another mayor.
>Hopefully with an ugly daughter.
>Or just a son.
>I look over at Anna.
>An ugly son.

>Sixteenth birthday party.
>Have to eat dinner with my family but at least there's chocolate cake.
>There's also gifts, which can be kind of hit or miss.
>Dinner goes pretty well. Not too many stupid questions.
>Anna stuffing herself with chocolate cake like it's her job.
>It's actually probably the closest thing to a job she'll ever have.
>Time for presents.
>Open dad's first.
>Another pair of gloves. What a surprise.
>To be fair they look kind of expensive.
>"Thank you, father."
>Mom's is next.
>It's a doll.
>I'm sixteen not six, mom.
>"Thank you, mother."
>Last is Anna's.
>It's a copy of "Pride and Prejudice"
>I told her this wasn't my genre.
>"Thank you, Anna. I can't wait to start reading it."
>She looks like I just told her Christmas got moved to tomorrow.
>Party's over.
>Gifts kind of a miss this year, but what was I expecting? A Dollond Telescope?
>Go to my room, start reading Anna's book.
>It's actually pretty addictive. Stay up all night reading through it.
>I feel stupider already.