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Library, Saturday

Okay. This wasn't a disaster. A breakfast of pancakes with Barry had helped Elsa calm down somewhat this morning before making her way into the library for her shift, clad in her boyfriend's hoodie and a pair of somewhat too-short jeans. Her feet were still bare, since the clothing shop wasn't open yet by the time she had to get herself to work, but so long as the floor was clean, that really wasn't an issue. And besides, she had no plans to spend more time out from behind the circulation desk than she absolutely had to, today. Nobody even had to know about the barefoot part, did they?

She was still looking a bit shellshocked as she nursed a cup of tea, trying to will her nerves to stop jangling. The bracelets Barry had given her were doing an excellent job of stopping her from freezing everything in sight, but if little crystals of frost were spiderwebbing out from under her bare toes, well... That was another reason to stay behind the desk, wasn't it?

The etiquette books weren't even going to touch this one.

[Open, with sporadic SP during the day.]

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"Um." Elsa blinked at the slippers. They had... antlers. They were slippers, with antlers. And beggars still couldn't be choosers. She gave Barry a side-eye for a moment, and then shook her head, chuckling softly (that noise was all wrong) before making a reach for them. "Thank you. These will do quite nicely."

There was a joke about a nice rack to be had in there somewhere, but Elsa most certainly wasn't going to be the one to make it. Ever.

"They've certainly got... character... don't they?"

"And a nice rack," Barry said with a smirk.

Beat.

"Of antlers."

He was not above making such jokes.

"I don't know if I tell you often enough that you're absolutely incorrigible," Elsa deadpanned as the pulled on the slippers and gave her toes a wiggle. "But you almost certainly already know, don't you?"

She really didn't mind too much.

"Oh I do. You just don't know how much I hold back," he teased. "Believe it or not I tend to behave more around you. I cut my swearing back by a factor of fucking ten when you're around."

And Elsa wouldn't have been surprised if he were to tell her he'd done the math and then rounded up to avoid having to recite the actual number to the fiftieth decimal place, too.

"Well, I appreciate the manners," she laughed. "And the moose. Which are completely absurd, by the way, but I'm sure you knew that, too."

She have her toes another wiggle. The moose wiggled their noses back at her. These were the things Barry Ween could make a princess resort to, right here.

"Well that's kind of the point," he said smiling. "I mean I could have bought you something boring but where's the fucking fun in that?"

"Well, I might argue that having bare toes isn't terribly fun on its own," Elsa pointed out, biting her lip. "And you've saved me from that. And chocolate is pretty fun too, I think..."

See, Elsa was easy to please!

And... she was wiggling the moose again. Because the antlers were floppy and it was sort of fascinating.

"It's okay to say you like the slippers," Barry teased. "Or is that something your public wouldn't want to wear back home?"

"My public?" Elsa raised an eyebrow, still smiling. "You make it sound as though they'll actually ever get to see me. I could rule Arendelle from the comfort of my own room, wearing all of the moose paraphernalia I want, and they'd never know."

Yes, she was planning on remaining behind closed doors once she was crowned Queen. Was there any other way of doing it?

"The slippers are cute," she added. "It's entirely possible that I like them. A little."

"Just a little?" Barry mock pouted. "Well, I suppose I could go find a boring pair for you. Or maybe something a tad more absurd?"

"Can you actually find something more absurd than goofy smiling moose slippers?"

She really had to ask these things. As if she didn't already know. Silly Elsa.

"I'm almost curious to see what you come up with, now," she admitted.

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"Is that a challenge?" Barry asked. "Because I'll totally find something utterly ridiculous. Of course that would mean I'd have to leave and who would you have to share chocolate with then?"

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"I suppose I would have to eat it all on my own," Elsa lamented, managing not to crack up while she clutched dramatically at... the neckline of the hoodie. A little something was lost, there, but she'd make do with what she had at her disposal. "It would be difficult work, but I might be able to manage."

And then she was laughing again.

"Maybe you can outdo the moose another time," she decided. "I happen to enjoy your company, too."

Even if he did keep teasing her about her boyparts.

Hey he was distracting her! Keeping her amused! Otherwise the island could have an ice age!

Really he was saving the entire island if you think about it.

"Good. And I can help you with the books," Barry said as he gave her a smile. "Except the etiquette books. They can go fuck themselves."

Well, the moose didn't seem to be frosting up, at least.

"I can handle the etiquette books," Elsa replied, smiling mischievously. "I have an agreement with them, after all. They don't harass me, and we can all get along with our days secure in the fact that I know far more proper etiquette than anything that you'd see in a book from this day and age."

"Do the books know you're dating me?" Barry asked with a smirk. "Or that you have a trampoline for a bed? They might have another opinion if they knew that."

"What goes on in my bedroom is none of their business, and it would be terribly rude of them to ask," Elsa sniffed, going for 'indignant' and mostly just managing 'trying not to laugh.' "They dislike you that much, do they?"

"No fucking clue why they have it out for me," Barry joked. "I say please and thank you all the fucking time."

"And you make certain to lift one finger while you're drinking your tea?"

In a fit of daring, Elsa reached for her tea, going to hold her teacup properly, pinkie finger up, before making a very short-lived gesture with a very different finger, instead.

A thump across the library stood as testimony to the fact that apparently, the etiquette books were capable of fainting.

Elsa, ever the refined lady, went back to holding her tea properly and smiling serenely before taking a sip.

Barry's mouth was not hanging open because of the book dropping. Oh no.

"Shiiiiiiiiiiit. Better be careful princess. You're going to get a bad reputation."

"Oh? Whatever for? I'm just drinking tea, Barry."

She was being perfectly respectable and nobody could prove otherwise.

Barry just stood there with a doofy expression on his face. "Just when I think I have you pegged. You do something like this."

He shook his head and leaned in to give Elsa a kiss. Genderswap be damned.

"I love you."

Sometimes, a girl just needed to leave a boy staring in shock! Or perhaps all of the testosterone was getting to her! Or maybe Barry was a terrible influence!

Or maybe she just thought it would be funny.

Either way, she was giving him a mischievous grin before leaning forward to kiss him back.

"I love you, too. And I intend to keep you on your toes for as long as I possibly can."

Were more books falling to the floor now? Well screw them. Barry and Elsa we're having a moment.

"I'm holding you to that," he said with a smirk.

And he was so going to do the same.

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