#ofdreamselsa

[zachariahthebigbadwolf]

It was almost needless to say that the last week had been busy for Zachariah. A problem here, a complain there and an extremely unfitting moment for one of his co-ringleaders to take a break. Fuck that guy! Zach’s mind had wandered of to Elsa more often with each passing day. He didn’t mean to ignore her. It just happened. By accident. Zachariah almost rolled his eyes over himself. She sure would love that excuse. If she was still bothering with him in the first place. He had no clue about what happened while he was concentrated on work. It definitely was worth a shot and so he stood in front of her cabin, knocking at the door and smiling apologetically at her, as soon as she opened. “Would you give me the great chance - no matter if I deserve or not - to make up for my disappearance and pretty much non-existence over the last few days?”

[winterdreamdell-blog]

Anna was just about to finish her shift on the ice skating rink when she thought that she should go and say hi to Elsa. She hadn’t seen her sister around for the past few days or so, and she wasn’t quite sure whether something was wrong.

Knocking on her sister’s office, Anna waited outside the room for a signal before bursting in. “Hey Elsa! Thought I’d come and sat hi!” Anna fell onto the nearest chair with a grin.

[winterdreamdell-blog]

Text -> Elsa

Anna: I MET TWO CUTE BOYS HELP ME!!

Anna: WHAT ARE MEN!!

[zachariahthebigbadwolf]

‘♚

‘♚’ for a dream my character has about yours.

“Oh come on!” Elsa’s laugh was echoing through the Frozen Fjords. The arena was completely empty aside from her and him. The circus had shut the gates for the day. And although he had agreed on coming over to spend some time together, he definitely hadn’t agreed to this. 

Elsa was standing in front of him. In her hand a pair of ice skates for each of them. Her eyes were shining with excitement. She clearly wasn’t going to allow a no. “That’s going to be fun!” Doubtingly Zachariah looked down at her, crossed his arms in front of his chest and shook his head once. “Have you ever watched Bambi? That’s how it’ll end. I only won’t be looking as adorable as a baby deer on ice.”

A moment Elsa stared at him. It was obvious that she tried to suffocate a laughter. “What?!” Grinning Elsa nudged his arm and wrapped her arms around it, a hand sliding down to take his in hers: “I never would’ve guessed that Sir Bitter from Bitterness himself watched Bambi. Is that the reason why? You never got over Bambi’s mother’s death? It’s just a movie, you know.” Scoffing Zachariah used his free hand to grab Elsa’s chin, tilting it up so that she was looking him straight in the eyes: “Please. Who of us was a mess after last movie night not ending with a happy end?”

With a indignant gasp Elsa let go of him, stepping back way too quickly to mean anything good and in the next second Zachariah could feel a wall of snow pushing him towards the rink. “NO! Elsa, don’t you dare!” he practically yelled. Of course, she ignored him. Only let the snow behind him disappear as soon as he was standing in the middle of the rink. “You really think you’re incredibly funny, don’t you?” “I am funny.” Elsa corrected. She had put her own ice skates on, quickly ran over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in as though she was going to kiss him.

Instead however she whispered a provocative ‘Catch me!’ against his lips, dropped his pair of ice skates in front of him and ran off as quickly as possible. With that promise it didn’t take long for him to put them on and sprint after her. Skating wasn’t all that difficult, stopping though. “Hey, wha-” Laughing Elsa was about to protest when he pretty much used her to stop, but was instantly shut up by a kiss. Her giggles still escaping. And then something hit him. Something hit him?

Zach could feel the dream slipping away and his mind getting clearer with every second. Elsa’s laugh was getting quieter and quieter and slowly but surely she and the ice palace around her were disappearing. Instead, something red was coming to vision. Anna was sitting next to him, a deep frown on her face and her eyes filled with both confusion and curiosity. 

“You said my sister’s name in your sleep. Why?”

Fuck.

[zachariahthebigbadwolf]

You should kiss her!

“You know, there is quite the risk at kissing someone out of nothing, who’s capable of freezing your ass off. Especially while a conversation in which they just told you they went on a date with everyone’s favourite poltergeist.”

[zachariahthebigbadwolf]

ღ

‘ღ’ for my character falling asleep with yours.

They had had a plan for the evening. They really did. It was entirely ruined however when Elsa mentioned her favourite movie and Zachariah idiotic as he was in the moment explained he had never seen it. The shock was written all over Elsa’s face and needless to say, she was the one who decided that his life couldn’t possibly keep going without having watched it. Although, he had given her a sceptical look he gave in. The excitement was shining in her eyes and the smile was bright on her lips. How the hell was he supposed to deny her such simply wish if she looked at him like this?

Soon they were spread on the couch, Elsa cuddled up in a blanket and Zachariah with a scotch glass in his hand. In a bored manner he swayed his glass in small circles, causing the liquid in it to swirl. After about an hour of the movie he could genuinely say it wasn’t bad. A little cheesy, very dramatic and painfully unrealistic, but not too shabby. He doubted he’d ever truly like it, but it was good enough it wouldn’t be unbearable if she wanted to watch it again with him. Zach stopped, frowning ever so slightly. Whyever she’d want to do that.

The only real problem was that he could feel his eyes getting heavy. He didn’t want to fall asleep for her sake. It’d probably upset her to see him sleeping through her favourite movie. Only minutes later Zachariah’s head fell to the side, his eyes shut and his chest heaving under his calm breaths, and Elsa… Elsa couldn’t hide the smile any longer. Her gaze had been on him for long now, seeing him struggle with his tiredness. Only for her.

She was tempted to get up, turn the movie off and give him the entire couch to lay on. She’d give him a blanket and pillow, and clean up their mess before leaving, but… that was her favourite scene! Just this scene. Then she’d go.

That was the second plan which got changed. Before she knew it, Elsa had fallen asleep herself and when she woke up again she wasn’t on the couch anymore, but in a comfortable bed, her head resting on Zachariah’s chest.

“Morning, dearie.”

[zachariahthebigbadwolf]

☂

‘☂’ for pulling the wrong woman/man inside the closet for a make out session

Is decision was spontaneous and extremely idiotic to say the least. It was one of his bad days. The kind he preferably spend inside, alone and with no one asking him why he was especially moody today. Instead of doing that though, he’d been out and worse even, he’d been around Natalie, who’s presence only worsened everything. But because he was especially dumb that day, he soon disappeared inside a closet, waiting for Natalie’s blonde hair to appear in his view and pulled her inside, pressing his lips to hers.

It wasn’t Natalie. He noticed that quite quickly. Her lips felt different, tasted different and moved in a different way over his own. The tiny hint of bitterness was missing and for a very odd reason he felt release lighten his heart, almost as though his subconsciousness had known he’d have cursed himself in the morning, if it was indeed the woman he’d once given his heart to. 

Zachariah pulled away; just enough so that he could look at the female, not seperating them entirely. Elsa Dell looked back at him. Her blue eyes widening ever so slightly at the realisation who was standing in front of her and who she’d just gotten to kiss more or less voluntarily. 

“Not the one I expected,” he admitted shamelessly and with a smirk he tilted his head to the side to eye her out of the new perspective. She seemed too surprised to speak and the mere fact that this was her reaction, not her running away or freezing his lips to the closest wall let a half smirk grow on his lips. Carefully, he pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re much better. Must be my lucky day.” He winked at her, opened the door of the closet and disappeared with a simple apology: “Sorry, dearie.”

Elsa stared after him for a good moment. She was unable to move, unable to speak and unable to reach for her phone to call her sister’s number, although she truly felt the need to tell someone in a hurried anxious voice what just happened. Before Elsa could do any of it however, the closet door opened again and a hand reached for hers to pull her out of it. 

The surprise was clearly written on her face. Zachariah had come back? What? Why? Softly the man slid an arm around her waist to pull her against im. His free hand moved to her neck, touched her skin so softly she was surprised. And then he leaned in again. His eyes were locked with hers until they shut and their lips touched again. Softer this time. Sweeter. 

When he pulled back again, his typical grin was spread over his face. “Sorry - Round Two. Couldn’t leave knowing I kissed you with someone else on my mind.“

[vivian-vitani-xavier]

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‘ღ’ for my character falling asleep with yours.

Truth be told, they probably had had a drop or two too much. Vivian had been in her usual ‘I’m bored and need company’ state and grabbed the closest person to pull them along. This time it had been the cold Queen of the Frozen Fjords herself and although, Elsa’s displeasure had been quite visible in the beginning, but with time and the realisation that Vivian would not let her go, Elsa slowly but surely started to warm up.

By now, the two women were walking to Vivian’s apartment. Each had one arm wrapped around the other and their heads were close to each other, almost as though they were sharing juicy secrets. Everything that really could be heard from them were giggles. They had decided that they didn’t want to leave each other alone - although it had taken a long discussion consisting mainly of “No, you go home first”. 

With yet another giggle Vivian unlocked the door of her apartment and pulled Elsa in. “You know what we should do?” Elsa asked, her words a bit of a slur. Vivian turned her head to her, her eyes widening with excitement as she practically read the other woman’s mind: “We should build a pillow fort!” “Yes!”

Surprisingly quickly, considering that they were both roaring drunk, the two created an entire palace of pillows, blankets and fairy lights in Vivian’s bedroom. “I love it,” Vivian noted as they were both laying on her bed, staring at the cozy place they created, “I might keep my room like that.” Elsa’s answer was a quiet incoherent mumble and with a smile on her lips Vivian turned to lay on her side. Elsa was curled up in a ball, her eyes closed and she was obviously drifting off to sleep. 

“Nighty night,” Vivian whispered with a smile, cuddling up next to Elsa and wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her closer.