8. Drawing come to life AU
Everyone tells her she’ll never be like her sister. Ever since she was a little girl, strawberry blonde pigtails jumping about on her shoulders, a sheet of paper clasped on her hand as she waved it around for everyone to see.
“It’s good,” they’d tell her, and her face would split in an enormous smile, happy with the knowledge that they liked her work. She’d turn her back on them, ready to show it to someone else when they’d whisper, “But she’s nothing compared to her sister. I guess not everyone can be so talented,”
And she’d stop. Her arm would fall to her side, a crestfallen expression taking over her once radiant face. Her hand would turn into a fist and crumple the drawing, her little feet carrying her up the stairs to her room as fast as they could. It was the one place where she could be herself without people pointing out that yeah, she was good, but her sister was better.
Her parents always believed in her, however. And because of them, she kept pushing forward. Even if everyone else’s faith was on her sister and not her, she kept going, kept fighting for her dream.
“Oh, Anna. Why won’t you give up already? You’ll never be talented enough,” Hans told her. Tears blurred her vision as she furiously drew. An asshole, he was. And she’d never know how she ever fell for such a douche. He was so far from her expectations of what her true love must be, even though he fooled her for so long and made her believe that yes, he was exactly what she needed and everything perfect, everything good. But he was just someone else to add to the list of people who didn’t believe in her.
Her hand flew over the paper, her music echoing off her apartment’s walls alongside the scratching of her pencil. She wasn’t sure what she was drawing exactly. Her mind was a blur and so were her eyes, but she kept going. Hopefully, all of the anger and hurt she was feeling would magically disappear.
When her eyes couldn’t take it no more, one single tear fell, hitting the paper with a plop. More tears fell, only those streamed silently down her face and fell on her lap, and it allowed her to finally have a good look at the drawing. It was a man. A well-built man with tousled hair, a big nose and a strong jaw. Even though she hadn’t drawn his eyes yet, she could tell that he was handsome.
Someone clearing their throat behind her makes her stiffen in her seat. She was supposed to be alone in her apartment. A thief, perhaps? But why would a thief clear their throat to get her attention?
Her eyes search her desk for a weapon, but the only thing she comes to find is the pencil on her hand. With a shaky breath, she clasps it tighter, before turning around in a flash, letting out a battle cry and throwing herself at her attacker. Instead of doing an amazing flip while throwing the pencil at them, the utencil stabbing them right in the heart like she pictured, she collides with a really firm and very, very muscled wall. She blinks.
“What the…” she looks up and screams. Staggering against the wall, she keeps screaming and the… the thing tries to shush her, to no avail. When she doesn’t stop, he finds his way to her and clamps a hand over her mouth, effectively shutting her up. But not for long. She sinks her teeth as deep as she can on his hand, and he hisses and lets her go. She trips away from him, falling on her bed.
“Who- what the hell are you?” she asks. He’s clutching his hand, cursing under his breath.
“Well, maybe AFTER you draw me some eyes, WE CAN TALK!” he shoots at her and she raises an eyebrow. Mustering up the courage, she approaches him again, waving her hand in front of his face, right where his eyes were supposed to be.
“Wait… you mean I drew you?”
“Yes, genious, that’s what I’m trying to tell you.”
Picking up the drawing sitting at her desk, she looks at the man and then at the drawing multiple times, her eyes wide and disbelieving. He was exactly like her drawing! How was this possible??
“Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but I can’t hear your pretty little pencil moving.”
“Oh, hum… sorry, just,” she grabs his arm and directs him to the bed, sitting him down on it, “There. Sit there while I… draw… your eyes…”
He nods and she stands in front of him for a long moment, before snapping out of her daze and quickly dashing back to her desk. In her nervousness, she ends up drawing one eye bigger than the other, which makes her laugh for an entire minute, much to the guy’s frustration.
“Okay, okay, sorry. I promise I’ll do better this time.” she assures and after recomposing herself, she finally manages to draw proportional eyes. “There, all done,”
He runs a hand over both eyes, a relieved sigh escaping his lips, “Thank you,”
“You’re welcome. I’m sorry about the whole… you know,”
“Maybe we should start over again,” she gets up and walks over to him, still sitting on her bed, “I’m Anna,”
He eyes her outstretched hand wearily, before grasping it and shaking it firmly. “Kristoff.”