Sep 28, 2015
After an obsceleny long time, it’s my pleasure to present the eight chapter of the adventures of Robot!Elsa and Human!Anna. Enjoy!
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After an obsceleny long time, it’s my pleasure to present the eight chapter of the adventures of Robot!Elsa and Human!Anna. Enjoy!
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Go go go! New chapter! Go go go!
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There is a new chapter here! Read and enjoy!
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Finally! New chapter featuring Robot!Elsa. Enjoy!
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People! Guess what, guess what, guess what? The robot!Elsa AU has finally become an actual fic! Thanks to all those who insisted that they truly wanted to read this as a whole story.
Since the first chapter is essentially one of the prompts I'd originally written, the second chapter is already up. This is taking shape. I will try my hardest not to disappoint you. Let's get this thing started!
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*tiptoes in* *leaves more robot!Elsa for the pleasure and joy of my people* *tiptoes out*
She was an early Christmas gift, or so her father said. He arrived one morning after a trip, with two men behind him carrying her in a box.
“It will keep you company during school break,” he explained.
“What is it?”
“One of the new robots, you know, the androids. The ones that can do everything for you. They’re high technology, the latest from Japan. It can help you with your homework. Not that you need any help, my smart girl,” he patted her cheek. “It cost a fortune, so be careful. All the instructions are in that booklet.”
Anna’s father opened the box and removed all the bubble wrap. She was there, lying completely still. It reminded Anna of a coffin, that large box and a lifeless girl with her arms to the sides and her eyes closed.
“It looks good,” said Anna’s mother. “What’s its name?”
“It doesn’t have a name. We name it however we want.”
Anna looked up. “Don’t say ‘it’. She’s a girl.”
“Anna, it’s a robot.”
“So how does it work?” her mother asked.
“It charges with solar power. The guy told me that it has a full charge now. Once we turn it on we can fix its settings and program its chores. Apparently they will do absolutely anything you want them to do. Well,” he clapped his hands. “I have a meeting to attend. I leave it with you, Anna. Explore and have fun.”
Anna was left alone with the robot girl. She took her carefully out of the box and admired her. She looked just like a doll, with impeccable smooth skin and silky hair. She was so peaceful, and so pretty…
After a lot of fumbling with the buttons on the nape of her neck, Anna managed to turn the robot on. It made no sound, there were no twinkling lights or automaton voices anywhere. Anna waited. And then, she opened her eyes and stirred.
Anna jumped back, a little surprised. The android girl began moving experimentally, first the head, then the hands, then the legs. Her movements were fluid, not at all machine-like but absolutely human. She looked around and finally her gaze found Anna. The blue of her glass eyes was startling.
“Hi,” she said.
“Um, hi…”
The girl’s voice was husky, velvety. Anna had never heard anything so soft. The android looked around again.
“I’m sorry, this must all be so confusing.”
“No, it’s fine. I’m your android, right?”
“Yeah. I mean, when you say it like that… You’re not like just a robot, I mean, you are an android, but not some android . And you’re not my android, or our android, well, my dad did buy you, but I don’t want you to feel like property. Does any of that make sense?”
The girl smiled. “Yes, it does. Thank you. May I ask your name?”
“I’m Anna. What’s yours?”
“I’m…” she stopped. “Well, I’m not sure I know. I don’t think I have a name. I think you’re supposed to choose it, so that it’s definitely something you like. You decide everything.”
“Really? Well, then we have to think about it, really think about it. I want you to like it, too, after all it’s your name.”
But first they had to configure her settings. According to the android girl there wasn’t much Anna could work on at the moment because most of her functions developed with use, as she interacted with Anna and her family and learned about their needs. Eventually, she would be customized to the smallest detail.
In the meantime, Anna grabbed her laptop and sat with the girl on the sofa to look up potential names for her.
“What about Julia? Or Diane?”
“Um…”
“Ok, let’s keep looking. Jessa? Caroline?”
“Maybe we should check another website.”
“Elsa,” said Anna suddenly.
“Where’s that one?”
“No, it’s not here. It just occurred to me. You look like a younger version of that Baroness from The Sound of Music.”
“Elsa…” the girl repeated. “Elsa… I like it. I really do like it a lot.”
“Done, then. Welcome to the family, Elsa.”
***
“Elsa! Elsa!”
Anna ran out of the house, to the garden. But no matter how loud she called, Elsa wouldn’t answer and she was nowhere to be seen. Anna continued running around until she spotted the bright sliver head under a tree.
“Elsa, there you are!”
“Go away, Anna,” Elsa murmured. She was sitting on the grass, hugging her knees, and didn’t even look at her.
“Elsa, please, we need to talk. What just happened was beautiful, it really was, and you know it. If you felt half of what I felt you know it was really something.”
“Please,” Elsa whimpered, and hid her face. “Don’t.”
“No, you don’t, Elsa.” Anna knelt beside her. “Look at me. Look at me! You kissed me. And I kissed you back. And it was the single most perfect thing that has ever happened to me. Don’t you feel what I feel?”
Elsa exploded. “I’m not allowed to feel! I shouldn’t feel! This shouldn’t be happening! I wasn’t supposed to- God…” Elsa’s body began to shake. It was not in her design to cry, and the dry sobs were even more painful for Anna to watch. She desperately tried to find something to say that would soothe her.
“Elsa, what’s there to worry about? What could they possibly say against us?”
“Don’t you see, Anna?” Elsa cried. “It’s not about them, it’s about us, about me. I’m an android! I’m a machine, a robot! I don’t have anything to offer you! You’re human, you will live on, keep growing, exist. I’m nothing. I only have half a body. If you opened me up you would only find wires and circuits. I don’t have a heart. I cannot give you children. You deserve much more than half a woman, Anna.”
“You are not half a woman. You’re everything I could possibly want or need. I want your smile, your voice, your touch, more kisses. Don’t you feel the same way?”
“I don’t know,” whispered Elsa. “I don’t know how much of me is what you have put into my system, and how much is this stupid software, and how much is this… this thing, this curse, that won’t let me stop thinking about you. I don’t know who I am anymore, if I’m someone or simply something.”
“You are someone. You’re the most extraordinary girl I have ever met.”
“But what if that’s not me at all? What if you have shaped me to your liking and I’m only responding to your own settings? What if you subconsciously programmed me to act like this and none of the things I do are truly my own? What if by myself I’m nothing?”
Anna realized Elsa’s crisis was about much more than a kiss. What could she do to help someone who questioned their very existence, who didn’t know if anything they were was actually real?
“Alright, Elsa, I’ll show you.” She grabbed Elsa’s wrist, the one she knew had all her controls, and spoke into it as she stared into the android’s eyes. “I’m going to kiss you. And I want you to push me away and slap me, and tell me I should never touch you again, and walk back into the house. Do it. I own you and that’s my command.”
With that, Anna took Elsa by the shoulders and crashed her mouth against hers. One of her hands cradled her head to hold her in place. Elsa began to twitch in her arms, struggling to free herself. At the same time, she moaned quietly and parted her lips to receive Anna. The redhead insisted. Elsa put her hands on Anna’s waist to try and push her off, but also grabbed a fistful of her shirt and pulled her closer. Her body seemed to convulsion as the machine's command and the girl’s feelings fought inside her. Anna kept kissing her. And then Elsa was kissing her back, and one hand cupped her cheek while the other stroked her torso, kissing her softly and passionately and perfectly.
They fell onto the grass, with Anna on top. She gave Elsa one more kiss on the mouth and then left a trail of little touches down her neck.
“Anna…” Elsa sighed softly.
She began to laugh. The robot was caught in a fit of giggles. Laughter that was so pretty and musical and clean that it had to be hers, and hers only. Anna rested her head on Elsa’s stomach and laughed with her.
“So,” she said, tracing patterns over Elsa’s ribs, “have I convinced you now?”
“Maybe,” teased Elsa, stroking Anna’s hair.
“Good.”
“Anna?”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
Anna smiled, and leaned forward to give Elsa a peck on the lips.
“I love you too.”
Alright, kids, some serious talk:
Much to my surprise, a lot of you liked the Robot!AU shot I posted last night from a prompt I got. Thank you for your support; I was so happy that this morning I got out of bed seven minutes earlier than usual.
Some of you were commenting in the reblogs that you'd like to read more about it. Question is: if I extended the plot as a full-on fic, would you be interested in reading it? The whole story? Let me know, please. If you want it, you'll have it.
Okay, kind of a weird one, but sort of a futuristic AU where Elsa's an advanced service robot for Anna's family, and quietly struggles with emotions toward her young charge that she doesn't understand. Anna, meanwhile, is determined to prove Elsa's more than just a pretty machine. Sorry,
Here we go! Maybe not so ‘quietly’, but here we go:
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"Don’t forget to change Elsa’s batteries before leaving," Anna’s mother reminded her.
"Mom, you know Elsa uses solar power. We don’t need to change anything."
"Then why did she die once, huh?"
"That was my fault. I spilled something on her by accident."
It wasn’t entirely true. In fact, it wasn’t true at all. Elsa had only pretended to die so that Anna could have a good excuse to stay home instead of going to that party and risking an encounter with Hans. But that was a secret between Anna and the robot, because Elsa had acted without prior programming, and without Anna’s request. Elsa had acted on her own. And Anna wasn’t sure service robots were supposed to do that.
"Anyway, make sure she’s working properly. The bus will be here anytime, so hurry up. Anna, I don’t want any more complaints from your teachers, okay?"
"Yes, mom."
After her mother had left Anna began to half-heartedly toss notebooks into her backpack. A soft knock on the door interrupted her boredom. Elsa.
"Hey, Anna, do you need any help?"
"No, I’m fine. Thank you."
"Do you want me to do your hair?"
Anna rolled her eyes. “Sure.”
She sat on her bed and Elsa began to braid her impossible red mane.
"Anna, you have three exams next week, they’re worth fifteen percent of your final grade. You need a minimum of 80 percent to pass decently. You have an appointment with the dentist today at five and piano practice tomorrow. I downloaded the sheet music, it’s in your laptop."
"Thank you, Elsa."
"You don’t sound too enthusiastic," the robot noted.
"You know how much I hate all this."
"I do," said Elsa. She placed a hand on Anna’s shoulder. "I wish I could do more to help you."
Anna stared at the hand. She wasn’t sure service robots were supposed to initiate physical contact with their owners.
"Elsa, how long have you been working with us?"
"Three months, two weeks, six days, and twenty hours. Since December 15 at 11 am sharp."
"Longer than I thought. Do you have any plans for today?"
"Some housecleaning. Your mother is going shopping and she’ll take me with her to help. Then I’ll go with you to the dentist, and then I’m picking up your father."
"Now you don’t sound too enthusiastic.”
Elsa’s response was automatic. “I’m sorry. I’ll brighten up if you like. Do you want to change my settings manually or through the menu?”
"Neither. Let’s be bitter together. I want you to tell me, don’t you ever wish you were somewhere different? With another family?"
Elsa didn’t answer. Anna supposed they weren’t programmed to speak against their owners.
"Well, don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll-"
"No," said Elsa.
"What?"
"I don’t wish I was somewhere else. I like it here."
"Really? Why?"
"Because… because you’re here."
Anna looked at Elsa. Were service robots supposed to look down and fidget with their clothing? Were they supposed to look embarrassed?
"Elsa…"
The robot interrupted her. “Excuse me, I just had a software update, I don’t know what I’m saying.”
"I think you do."
"Your hair is ready. I should probably go."
Elsa turned to the door, but Anna stopped her.
"I know you’re different, Elsa. Different from the other robots. You’re special."
"I’m not. It’s just the update. Please, Anna, please. You’re human. I’m not. End of story."
"Please, don’t go."
"It’s my duty, it’s… it’s what I was made for. I-I can’t do- I can’t feel, I shouldn’t feel, Anna, b-but-"
The human girl was silent. Elsa looked even more embarrassed after her struggle with words.
Anna was pretty sure service robots weren’t supposed to stammer.
"Elsa…" she said again.
Anna was almost sure service robots weren’t supposed to take a step towards her. Or two.
Elsa was a handful of centimetres away from her now. She kept fidgeting, but then her face calmed. She had made a decision. She was thinking.
Anna was fairly sure service robots weren’t supposed to brush little hairs off her face and stroke her cheek.
"Your skin is so soft," Anna noted.
"It’s silicone, 3-D printed new generation.Your skin is soft, too."
"Mine’s just human skin."
" ‘Just’ human skin? It’s precious, Anna. You’re precious.”
Anna was almost sure service robots weren’t supposed to place their hands on an owner’s waist, or pull them in ever so softly.
Anna was quite sure service robots were not supposed to have adoration in their eyes when looking at their owner.
She parted her lips, tilted her head upwards, closed her eyes.
Another pair of lips touched her own, soft, warm, trembling, 3-D printed new generation lips.
Anna opened her eyes to look into Elsa’s. She smiled. Elsa smiled. Elsa panicked. She released Anna, horrified, and bolted out the door.
Anna put her fingers to her lips.
Anna was absolutely sure service robots and humans were not supposed to fall in love. And Anna was completely sure they just had.