#see nothing

wAIT NO

THATS NOT FAIR

proooobably Nightmare though? He just... suits my likes more...

It hadn’t been that bad of a fight. 

The more Anna thought it over, the more she was sure she wasn’t to blame for the entire fight, anyway. She quickened her pace, rounding a blustery corner and ducking her head against the wind. She shivered, counting the stars as night fell. Wasn’t it supposed to be springtime? 

Anna’s hair whipped round in the wind and she thought over what she’d even said to Aladdin. 

“ I can’t believe you’d ever think that about me!” she’d shouted, eyes brimming with tears but voice full of determination. “I like you just as you are -- I don’t need you to pretend to be some... some fancy rich-boy person!”

And it was true: Anna liked Aladdin for exactly who he was. It didn’t matter that her family came from money or land. It didn’t matter that she and her sister would be the ones to inherit that money. Anna couldn’t have cared less for her prospects, for the wealth that had made the Arendelle family extremely fortunate people. She’d lost that family  because of those riches. Why would she care about money when it had cost her everything?

It was raining heavily now. Her phone vibrated, but she’d have to check it inside. Almost there. Boots padded on the sidewalk, dress flickered in the icy wind.

And Aladdin -- pretending to fit into that socialite crowd for who? For her?  No way, that was just impossible. He was probably just trying to sneak in -- to social climb at her event, that fundraiser. Why else would he have been there? 

Just like Hans. 

Anna grunted with the effort of pushing open the bar door, heavy against that blasted wind. But she grinned as she saw Hookhand and Oaken chattering away behind the bar. It was crowded, even for a Friday. 

“Hi guys,” she said, and something in her voice must have given her wild mood away, because the barkeeps gave each other a knowing look. Oaken cracked open an extra-tall Budweiser for the girl, and Hookhand slapped down a shot of tequila. 

Anna beamed at them, nodded fiercely , and grabbed a lime. 

An hour-and-a-half later, she was pretty much drunk.

And she’d missed a few texts from her sister: {sister dearest @21:45} where are you, Anna? Are you off work yet?{sister dearest @22:24} Okay, I’m going to assume you’re at Ulf’s, right? Well, I don’t get back to town until Sunday, so be careful?{sister dearest @22:45} and I know this is about Aladdin so don’t try and say it isn’t. I know you’re mad at him, but please call Punzie to at least drive you home later, ok?{sister dearest @22:46} and NO TEQUILA!!

“Ooooops, sorry, Elsa. I’m way ahead of you. And it’s too late!” Anna laughed, doing a kind of spin on the bar stool and immediately stopping after one. Boy, she was a bit tipsy now, wasn’t she? Good. If this was the only way to forget about Aladdin and their big bad fight, then so be it. Bring it on, she was born ready. 

But the least she could do would be to respond to Elsa. Just to show she wasn’t dead or anything.