fandomhigh | 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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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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