[Elsa had known. She'd known since Elle interrogated her - maybe even before. She definitely knew since that stupid slip up during that conversation, mentioning ladies in waiting in the same breath as guards when it came to who she'd consider courting. She knew what her feelings for Cass were.
But she was scared. Scared of how Cass felt. Scared of being rejected. Scared of losing Cass to this terrible game. There were so many reasons for Elsa to be afraid, but... aren't they also reasons why she should push past that fear? In this time of uncertainty, when everything could come crumbling down around them at a moment's notice... don't they deserve at least one moment of happiness?
... She wants to take it. Elsa wants to be happy. She's denied herself happiness for so long. She can't keep denying herself any longer.]
I... [She can't turn around. Her face is too bright red to show Cass. But she shifts, ever so slightly, so that she's leaning back against that warm, solid presence behind her.] I am. I... I like you, Cassandra. A lot.
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But she was scared. Scared of how Cass felt. Scared of being rejected. Scared of losing Cass to this terrible game. There were so many reasons for Elsa to be afraid, but... aren't they also reasons why she should push past that fear? In this time of uncertainty, when everything could come crumbling down around them at a moment's notice... don't they deserve at least one moment of happiness?
... She wants to take it. Elsa wants to be happy. She's denied herself happiness for so long. She can't keep denying herself any longer.]
I... [She can't turn around. Her face is too bright red to show Cass. But she shifts, ever so slightly, so that she's leaning back against that warm, solid presence behind her.] I am. I... I like you, Cassandra. A lot.