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[defyingfrigidity]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, QUEENOFICEOLATION. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 013.11.221.20 *** QUEENOFICEOLATION has joined 013.11.221.20 <QUEENOFICEOLATION> I think I've finally gotten the hang of these devices. <QUEENOFICEOLATION> So! <QUEENOFICEOLATION> There's no harm in setting up one of these, yes? <QUEENOFICEOLATION> (Thanks to those of you who helped me do so and I'm sorry if I frustrated anyone)

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[defyingfrigidity]

[It can be so hard to find the right words to say sometimes. And that's not always a bad thing! Elsa just feels so... overwhelmed as Cass speaks. But instead of the feeling clamping down on her chest like a vice and digging in, it makes her feel light, like she can fly at any moment without her wings. So light, so warm....]

I love you, Cassandra.

[What else can she say to someone who pledges to always be by her side, whether it be physically or in spirit?]

Meeting you, falling in love with you... you are one of the very best things to ever happen to me.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[There's a feeling deep in Cassandra's chest that tightens it, makes breathing almost difficult for a moment. A realization; something born of the love in her heart and the woman nestled into her chest. So wild and strange that she never thought she'd feel it herself.

Cassandra wanted to marry this woman.]

I love you too, Elsa.

[But that thought is being tucked away for now. Left for her to focus on other, immediate things. Such as leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her manticore girlfriend's head.]

Happy New Year.

[defyingfrigidity]

[It's funny, how different things were from last year. Last year, they were outside in the cool winter air as fireworks burst all around them, the new year heralded by the cheers of the various partygoers at Maya and Dandy's party. It was perfect to Elsa, and yet... it's funny, how tonight is completely the opposite. Alone in their room, wrapped up and warm with nothing but the crackling of the fire to break the silence that fell during the lulls of conversation.

Those furry, rounded ears atop Elsa's head twitch, and her hands knead gently at Cass's sides - very reminiscent of a cat kneading a spot on the bed (or its owner) as it settles in to rest.]

Happy anniversary, Cassandra.