AUDIENCE: ELSA

[retellers]

Comments

[showyourself]

I have. Or, rather, I'm getting around to it.

Are you comparing yourself to them?

[retellers]

It's less that, and more that I know what people are drawn to.

[showyourself]

Well... maybe my type is you?

[retellers]

[ they... start laughing. ]

[showyourself]

[hey???]

Oh, come on!

[retellers]

What sort of pickup line is that?

[showyourself]

[!!!]

Type of...! Type of friend!

[retellers]

Wow. Nice save.

[showyourself]

[she's shaking her head, flushing pink, hands akimbo in front of her. STOP!!! NO BULLY!!!]

I'm not trying to save myself, I'm trying to... ooh!

You're a good person! Th...That's all!

[retellers]

[ this is probably the most amused elsa will have ever seen tiger. ]

Okay. I'll ignore this flirtation attempt.

[showyourself]

It wasn't...! [she tries weakly to repel it one more time, but it's no use. besides, tiger looks so... happy.

she sighs, trying to brush it off, as if she doesn't care.

except she super cannot and she super cares!]

Well. Good. Yes. Forget about it. Because it never happened.

[she stands, hands on her hips.]

Okay. So. Good day.

[retellers]

Good day.

[ this is

so funny. ]

[showyourself]

Yes! Bye!

[she's hustling off. enjoy your hot chocolate, bully!!!]