fandomhighdorms | Fifth Floor Common Room: Wednesday Evening

Elsa was... well, less excited about the chainsaws, really, considering she didn't even know what one was until she'd seen the first Sharknado movie not even a week ago. But she still made her way into the common room around nine, braced for... whatever this was going to be.

She was game for this, darn it. She was going to sit and she was going to watch the sequel (why did they make a sequel?) to Sharknado and she was going to enjoy it.

And the company, of course. Admittedly, she was mostly here for the company.

"Are there not enough people carving their way out of sharks using chainsaws in your day to day, Barry?"

"No," Barry said shaking his head. "Woefully not. Giant fucking cats in libraries? Yes. Chainsaws and sharks? No. It's a travesty of fucking humanity if you think about it."

Just, you know. Don't think about it too hard.

"Have some popcorn. No throwing it at my head."

"I only throw food if it's well-deserved," Elsa replied primly, reaching for the popcorn with a little smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. "So far, there doesn't seem to be any need to."

Lucky Barry!

"Giant cats? Did I miss another invasion, somehow?"

"Today's everything's a weapon class featured giant cats in the library," Barry explained. "So we build a barricade and I made fucking thermite out of toner cartridges, aluminum cans and the Dusk series of books. Books on sparkly vampires make fucking great kindling."

He grinned and handed the popcorn bowl over to Elsa while he grabbed some chips.

"And how a your day?"

Sparkly... vampires...?

Elsa wasn't going to ask. If she ever felt the need to find out, she'd check them out of the library herself.

"My day was just fine, if quiet," she replied. "I'd have to say a highlight so far would be when this strange boy came in to say hi, and then invited me to watch sharks and chainsaws with him tonight."

It was a running theme between them, so why break the trend?

"Yeah did you tell him to fuck off because you were already doing that with me?" Barry joked as he tossed a kernel of popcorn in the air and caught it in his mouth.

Barry? Strange? Nah. Couldn't be.

"Not in quite those words," Elsa retorted, reaching into the popcorn bowl and plucking out a few kernels. "But I certainly did tell him that I was going to be here tonight. I think he got the idea."

Since he'd made enough popcorn to keep her appeased, and all.

Well it was a royal decree. Of a sort.

"You know, one of these days I'm going to get to see you cut loose and drop the f-bomb," Barry teased. "I may have to record that moment for the royal archives of Arendelle."

Of course no one would be able to watch for a few hundred years.

"Try all you like," Elsa replied, primly. "I am never going to say that."

Probably.

"It would be more than most of the people in Arendelle would have ever heard me say, though."

"Will you ever change that?" Barry asked carefully. "I mean I get why you secluded yourself but now with the gloves do you think you might venture out a little?"

Now there was a good question. Elsa was quiet for a few seconds as she looked thoughtfully down at her hands.

"The gloves work," she said, at length, "and that helps. I've been getting out more around here, after all. Making friends. Going on," and yes, she did blush a little here, "dates. But it's difficult not to be nervous all the same. Hiding has been most of my life. Part of me might always have that knee-jerk panic reaction to finding myself in a crowd, or having somebody get too close without warning. But I think I can work on it."

No, she could do better than that.

"I want to work on it."

"I can probably help with that," Barry replied and attempted to poke Elsa lightly on the shoulder. "See? Got close to you quickly."

"Barry!" He was so lucky Elsa's hands were holding the popcorn bowl. She was tempted to thump him soundly with a nearby cushion for that one. So, so tempted. "I'm serious. Somebody could get terribly hurt if anything ever happened to these gloves, you know."

... This was not actually stopping her from setting the bowl down in her lap and then, after taking a moment to nerve herself up to it, reaching to poke his shoulder in turn.

It was oddly satisfying, actually. Huh.

"Ow."

No it didn't hurt, but he was going for amusement here.

"Not to take away from this lovely movie-"

Okay thirty minutes in and no sharks in a tornado. WTF?

"-But if you want help with this.... Well I'll find a way to help."

Hey, he's spent his life reading Y-People and he's a fucking genius. He could figure a way to help Elsa.

Perhaps SyFy was confused about the reason people chose to watch a movie entitled 'Sharknado?'

"I think it's going to take a little more than a pair of fancy gloves for me to be able to just be comfortable," Elsa told him, her voice gentling a little. "I've been afraid of what I can do ever since I was small. Intellectually, I know nothing is going to happen right now, but..."

Fear didn't generally come from an intellectual place.

Okay. The sharks were attacking the Mets game. All was right in the world.

"Well we can start small," Barry replied helpfully. "Ease you into it these situations. Get you to feel more comfortable. Maybe we'll even get you into a sweatshirt and jeans."

"Now you're just pushing your luck," Elsa laughed, shaking her head a little. "I can see me becoming more comfortable in group situations, but wearing jeans? That might just be a step too far."

She couldn't even picture it.

"Why the hell not?" Barry teased. "There's even a fucked up tree down in the garden that fucking grows clothes. Did you know you can move faster in jeans than a skirt? Plus there's less of a chance of you tripping in jeans than a skirt. Really I'm just looking out for you here."

"And if I find myself ever needing to run quite fast, I'll think about getting myself a pair of pants," Elsa decided. "Though I might want to think about changing my shoes before that, if it's going to come down to running."

Seriously, how she managed to get anywhere at all in a pair of shoes with heels...

While running on ice, for that matter...

At this rate, the skirt was the least of her worries.

Elsa's a Disney princess. She's just way talented.

"Do I need to get you a pair of sneakers like Rapunzel's?" Barry joked. "I'd probably get you blue. I'm not sure pink is your color."

"Well, blue is my favorite color," Elsa replied, smiling faintly, "but I'm not certain I'd be any more likely to wear sneakers than jeans."

One of these days, she'd wear all of the above, just to see how people reacted, perhaps.

"Is there actually something the matter with my clothing? I know it's outdated for the here and the now, but I didn't expect wearing modern clothing would be so important to anyone."

"No, not at all!" Barry said quickly. "I mean you'd look beautiful in anything."

He faltered a little feeling a little awkward at saying that.

"Uh. I mean I thought you'd... feel more comfortable and-"

Insert cough here.

"You know."

And here Elsa had been thinking, for some silly reason, that she wasn't going to be doing much more blushing through this ridiculous movie. How wrong she was.

"I suppose I do know," she replied, smiling down at... the popcorn bowl in her lap. A little awkwardly. "You might have to do a bit more persuading than flattery to get me to give them a try, though."

Well at least no one had shown up to warn them about table sex this time.

"Well I can be pretty fucking persuasive," Barry teased. "But with you we'll take it at an easy pace. One step at a time. The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable."

He tossed another kernel of corn into the air and caught it in his moutn.

"Unless it involves karaoke."

"Karaoke, I'm fine with," Elsa replied, shaking a piece of popcorn at him menacingly. Pseudo-menacingly. Kind of scoldingly. Cutely, with a slight stinkeye. "It's just some songs that I take exception to. And some dance moves, for that matter."

NO TWERKING.

"Fine. Then I'm never introducing you to the electric slide," Barry joked. "Which is a shame because if you ever go to a wedding in this world you're fucking required to dance to it."

"Well, I'll cross that bridge when I actually know somebody in this world who's getting married," Elsa decided. "At the moment, that's not terribly likely to be any time soon."

"You never know," Barry said eating some more popcorn as flaming sharks rained down from the sky on the TV. "I'm thinking Tunt and Poovey will get hitched at some point and they'll make us all bridesmaids."

"I somehow doubt any wedding of theirs will have anything even vaguely resembling tradition involved," Elsa pointed out. "They're more likely to try to use the serval as a ring-bearer and have all of the guests go skinny-dipping for the reception."

"Well maybe that would get you out of a skirt," Barry teased as he tossed a kernel of popcorn at Elsa.

The kernel bounced from her shoulder, and a little, mischievous smile crossed Elsa's lips before she threw a piece right back at him.

"It's far more likely to get me out of the reception."

Very, very swiftly, in fact.

Barry let the kernel bounce off. And he upped the ante by throwing four kernels at Elsa.

"Sure. Just leave me there to deal with Tunt and Poovey in my nakedness."

Four kernels? How dare he! Elsa popped another kernel into her mouth before throwing a small handful at him.

"I'm sorry, but what exactly were you hoping I could do about your nakedness, Barry?"

Barry grinned as he brushed off some popcorn.

"I don't know," he said picking up a handful of popcorn. "You could bask in the glory that is my nakedness."

And then he was throwing that handful of popcorn at Elsa.

This was going to get messy, wasn't it?

Well, considering how Elsa currently had possession of the entire bowl...

"Bask in it? The list of things I'm more likely to do is long and varied, Barry, but I'm almost certain that things like 'babbling incoherently,' and perhaps even 'fainting' come above 'basking,' should I ever see you wet and naked."

That was probably a compliment! In a way! One that was followed by another handful of popcorn, of course.

"Eh. Bask. Faint. Almost the same thing," Barry said taking two hands of popcorn... and attempting to drop them on Elsa's head.

Congratulations, Barry. You'd just discovered exactly what it took to make Elsa make an undignified squeaking sound!

"There is popcorn in my hair!"

Well. That was that. Elsa was going to just take the bowl and upend it. And if she happened to manage to do so directly on top of Barry, well, all the better!

"Okay, okay," Barry laughed and covered with popcorn. He sat up, brushing popcorn off himself and then leaned over to pick kernels out of Elsa's hair. "Let me help."

Anyone walking into the common room right now would no doubt liken the experience to watching a monkey pick bugs off another monkey at a zoo.

Edited 2014-07-31 13:30 (UTC)

Fifth Floor Common Room: Wednesday Evening

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