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“Hey babe, you wanna watch my illegally downloaded movie?”
Ymir looked over at Historia from her floor, and Historia had to smile softly at her.
“Seriously, Ymir?”
Ymir kept looking at her with that face.
“…What movie?”
“Frozen!”
“Why didn’t you say that earlier? Get up here!”
Ymir grinned, and Historia scooted over, making room on her bed. The openings played, and Historia was entranced.
Everything seemed alright until Let it Go. Historia seemed to be holding her breath the whole time, curled against Ymir with her head on her chest, blue eyes wide. Her hold on Ymir’s hand tightened to the point of pain, and Ymir had to unlace their fingers, running her thumb over the back of Historia’s hand, looking down at her in slight concern. As the movie was continuing, Ymir waited to ask her, not wanting to ruin the strangely beautiful concentration Historia had.
And then the reprise of For the First Time in Forever happened. Historia seemed uncomfortable, shifting against Ymir.
“For the first time in forever-“
“Oh, I’m such a fool, I can’t be free-“
“You don’t have to be afraid.”
“No escape from the storm inside of me!”
“We can work this out together-“
“I can’t control the curse!”
“ We'll reverse the storm you've made-“
“Anna, please, you'll only make it worse!”
“Don't panic-“
“There's so much fear!”
When Elsa screamed, Historia started fucking sobbing.
And Ymir had no idea why.
She paused the movie, almost throwing the laptop farther down the bed in her haste, sitting up to look at Historia.
“Historia, what’s wrong?”
Historia looked at Ymir helplessly, crying harder than Ymir had seen so far, angrily trying to wipe her eyes with her sleeves.
“I’m- I just-“
She gave up on words, nestling into the space underneath Ymir’s chin, hands curling and uncurling in the material of the other’s shirt. Ymir just rubbed her back, murmuring nonsense and waiting for her to calm down.
Eventually, her tears stopped, and she sat up, taking a deep breath even before Ymir asked her to. Tucking her hair back, she studied Historia carefully, hesitance in her voice.
“Historia- hon, what’s going on?”
With a shaky smile, Historia met Ymir’s gaze.
“I- um, Elsa. Just- Elsa.”
Ymir looked at her in confusion, and then she went through Elsa’s last lines, and it was clear.
“Ohhhh, Historia, oh, it’s okay, come back here-“
They returned to their original places, Ymir acting as Historia’s pillow, wrapped in each other. She started the movie again, and they watched the rest quietly, both of them cringing at the Fixer Upper song, muttering darkly about how “that’s not how it works” and “so fucked up”.
The end credits played, and Historia took control of Ymir’s laptop, tapping her way to YouTube and looking up Let it Go.
“Here I stand and here I'll stay.”
Historia sniffled, Ymir kissing her head, kind of understanding why Historia related to Elsa so much.
“Did you like the movie?”
Historia laughcried at her, and Ymir smiled back.
“Yeah, I did.”