Yeah, yeah, Elsarik week ended a week ago. Such is my life.
Alarik belongs to @patricia-von-arundel. Follow-up to this story.
"Kristoff! Where is your toolbox!?"
"In my truck, like it always is, but Anna, why…?"
Anna came stomping down the hallway, the look of fury on her face causing Kristoff to take a few steps back. What had he forgotten? He racked his brain, desperately trying to remember any important conversations or dates.
"Because Alarik proposed to Elsa while they were alone! He promised me I'd get to see it!"
"She's not here right now. She's doing an event downtown."
The strange tone in Alarik's voice made Anna look up. His face was uncertain, pinched, and he was wringing his hands, looking everywhere but at her.
"Alarik, are you alright? Do you need me to call her? Is something wrong?"
Alarik put his hands up, and Anna fell silent, realizing she was rambling. "Everything is alright, I promise. I actually came… came to see you."
"Can we… can we go into your studio?"
Anna couldn't keep herself from raising an eyebrow, but she led him back to her studio and closed the door. She motioned to the chair and pulled up one of her stools as Alarik sat down. He was still twitchy, not looking at her.
"Alarik, what's going on? Because right now I'm finding it hard to believe it's 'nothing.'"
Alarik blew out a long breath, running a hand through his curls. He was shaking now, and his face was so pale that Anna was seriously worried he might pass out.
"IwanttoaskyourblessingtomarryElsa."
Anna blinked. "I think I heard Elsa's name in there, but otherwise I have no idea what you just said. Take a breath, buddy, you look like you're about to pass out.
Alarik inhaled deeply, and on some instinct, Anna reached out and took his hands. He startled, but gave her a small smile.
"Hey, whatever it is, I'm here, okay?"
Alarik nodded and heaved another breath. "Anna, I know in the end this is entirely Elsa's choice, but you are her sister, and it's only right that I ask…" He looked up, meeting her eyes for the first time. His were full of tears. "May I have your blessing to ask Elsa to marry me?"
It took Anna's brain a second to comprehend what he'd said, but then she was leaping from the stool and throwing her arms around him with a squeal.
"I KNEW IT! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!"
Alarik wheezed, and Anna quickly loosened her grip, letting him breathe easier. She grinned at him sheepishly.
"Sorry, but I've been waiting for so long to have you finally say that! Oh, I'm so excited for you both! Of course you have my blessing! Now, what's your plan? Are you going to take her somewhere romantic? Elsa doesn't do big crowds, and let's be honest, public proposals are awful. Maybe…"
"I really haven't gotten that far yet, to be honest. I know it's going to be small, but… I need to figure it out yet."
Anna clapped his shoulders. "You will. But I better get to witness it, or you are a dead man. Understand?"
Alarik grinned. "I understand."
"ALARIK IÓHAN GEATLAND! YOU ARE DEAD, YOU HEAR ME!? DEAD!"
Elsa looked over at Alarik- they were spending their lunch break together- with wide eyes. "What did you do!?"
Before he could answer, Anna burst into the back room, her face a mask of fury. Alarik yelped and tried to get away, but there was nowhere to go. Anna had him cornered.
"YOU. PROMISED. ME!" Anna punctuated each word with a jab to the chest. "YOU PROMISED ME THAT I WOULD GET TO SEE IT! AND WHAT DO YOU DO? YOU GO OFF AND PROPOSE WHEN YOU'RE ALL ALONE!"
"I'm sorry! But when Elsa showed me her tattoo…"
"Oh, do not bring me into this." Elsa muttered, returning to her lunch. Her initial look of panic had been replaced by one of amusement. Alarik whimpered when Anna leaned in close.
"To start. I'll figure out the rest later. And you'd better believe that I'm in charge of the wedding." Without waiting for a response, Anna spun on her heel and marched out the door.
After a moment of silence, Alarik turned to Elsa. "Anna's going to lord that over me for the rest of my life, isn't she?"
