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Elsa sniffles, reaching around for her phone while simultaneously taking yet another swig of yet another bottle of liquor. Itâs been a rough night. Lots of tears, lots of arguments. With Anna mostly, after an accidental spill of secrets.
Once she had her phone in her hands, she dialled in the only number she knew off by heart. Kristoffâs. She holds the reciever to her ear, waiting patiently until she hears it pick up.
"Kristoff!" she squeaks in relief, throwing her other hand up in the air in excitement. "Hey I just had a fight wit-" hiccup. "-with y-your girl. She no happy." her voice turns childish, and she lays on her side on the floor. "We- well I told her somethinâ I been keepinâ to myself for like.." how long? Ages. "Forever." Now she was starting to get teary again. âI know she loves you- and I know you love her!â she cries, her voice strained now, "but I-" she pauses as a sob wracks her entire body. "From the f-first time I saw you, you got my eye and youâre a good guy and I like you a lot," she mumbles, sniffling - an absolutely disgusting sound, mind you.
With that she hangs up, tossing her phone to the side. She stares at it for a moment, before giggling and jumping to her feet, running back to the fridge to get another bottle.
