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The Magic Box, Wednesday

Elsa was maybe the slightest bit distracted at work today. Oh, she was still getting the job done, putting out new stock on the herbs shelf, dusting around the crystals, that sort of thing. But occasionally she'd catch a glance of herself in a reflective surface, start just a little, and have to pause to stare.

She was wearing jeans again this week, for Lady Ghanima's class, and this week, in a fit of daring, she hadn't brought a change of clothes along for afterward.

She hadn't decided just what to make of what she was seeing, yet.

Hips. She was seeing quite a lot in the way of hips.

They were a little distracting.

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"Hey Elsa," Barry said as he walked through the door. "I hope you don't mind but I need to-"

And that's when it registered that Elsa was wearing jean.

And Barry's brain had to stop for a moment to take that in.

"Hello, Barry," Elsa replied, putting the finishing touches on straightening out a display on books about totem animals before turning around to smile at him. "I don't mind that you need to what?"

...

And... blink at him.

And squint a little.

"Are you okay?"

Barry was now digging through his bag and pulling out a scanner.

"Hang on a sec," he replied quickly.

He scanned himself. He scanned the store. And then finally Elsa.

"Sorry. Just making sure one of use didn't slip into some fucking alternate universe," he said apologetically. "The jeans threw me off."

"... I have Terrain class with Lady Ghanima today," Elsa replied, still giving him a bit of a side-eye. "Last class, we did parkour. I just thought the jeans would be more practical if we're going to continue having lessons like that one."

She paused for a moment, and then couldn't help but smirk just slightly.

"I'm surprised Roxie didn't tell you that she took me shopping for more modern clothing."

Hey! Elsa was wearing jeans! Of course he was going to make sure something wacky hadn't happened.

"Well just because she took you shopping didn't necessarily mean you were going to wear them," Barry smirked. "How's it feel to be dressed like modern teenager?"

"It feels very..." Elsa looked down at herself for a moment, and then shrugged her shoulders and looked back at Barry a little helplessly. "Distracting? People can see every curve I have. That's new."

Her hips were shaped like hips! Her legs were shaped like legs! It was revolutionary!

Yes it was revolutionary. And Barry was trying to do his best not to stare at all the new-ness.

"Well it's a big switch up from your normal wardrobe," Barry replied. "I assume this will be for the class only?"

Try not to notice that catch in his voice, Elsa.

It was difficult to miss, Barry.

"Well, I didn't bring a change of clothes today, if that's what you're asking. Wednesdays might end up being jeans-days for the rest of the semester."

She was kind of enjoying herself, now.

"Beyond that... who knows?"

"You should wear them the next time you go back to Arendelle," Barry teased. "You can start a whole fashion trend a couple hundred years before it actually happens. I'm still in shock you're actually wearing them. You should give them a try outside of class and see how you feel."

Though the school may not be able to handle the hips.

"Wearing them to work isn't 'outside of class' enough?" Elsa was just teasing now. But at least that teasing came with a warm smile? "They are comfortable to wear, I'll admit. I'm just not certain if they're... me."

Clearly this meant she would have to wear them more often, to see if she could get used to them. Or make people randomly walk into walls while staring at her swagger.

So much swagger.

Walk into things. Make Barry's brain melt. Can you bear being the cause of that much distraction, Elsa?

"Well if they're not you I can understand why you wouldn't want to wear them. From my point of view they... ahhh... look-"

Let's see... red face, red ears and losing the ability to make a decent comment. Yep. Barry is overpowered by Elsa in Jeans. Make a note of the date people.

"They look really... nice on you."

Oh, Barry. You were a genius intellect wrapped up in the body of a high school student who used to have the hair of a Treasure Troll. You could do better than 'nice.'

And Elsa knew it, too. Which was why she was grinning, now.

"You like it?" She did a little spin in place, to better show them off. If she got it into her head to hip-shimmy, the world would be doomed. "I have several other pairs."

You had to spin didn't you, Elsa?

Barry's head was tilted to the side as he watched her turn. His mouth was slightly agape.

At least he wasn't drooling.

"I..."

Words Barry. Use words.

"You... You should wear them more often."

Thank goodness there wasn't a hip shimmy. That might be the end of the boy.

"I'll take your suggestion into consideration," Elsa replied primly, settling in a pose that was most certainly not a pose strategically chosen to better accentuate those jeans of hers.

Honest.

"Of course, I'll need somewhere to wear these jeans to. I couldn't possibly dress up like this for no good reason, could I?"

Yes. She had just implied that her usual dresses were somehow 'dressing down' compared to the jeans she was currently wearing.

Sure, Elsa. That's why the change of pose just caused Barry's head to angle itself a bit more and his expression to look a bit more distracted.

"Well that's the beauty of jeans you can wear them anytime. No other fucking reason. Just put them on and... Put them on."

He blinked once or twice. Almost regaining something close to rational thought.

"Or did you have something in mind?"

Honestly, Barry, if you were any more out of it right now, Elsa probably wouldn't be able to resist just outright talking gibberish to see if you noticed.

"That had been what I was hinting toward, yes," she replied, now fairly obviously trying not to laugh. "But if you'd rather this become my 'just because' outfit, instead of my 'going on a date with Barry' outfit..."

"Fuckyeahgoingoutonadatewithmeoutfit!" Barry sputtered out.

And promptly smacked his forehead.

He shot Elsa an embarrassed look. "I never thought denim would fuck with my head this much."

"And I never thought I'd be doing this to anybody's head while wearing it," Elsa offered, biting her lip and ducking her head a little, actually allowing herself a bit of a giggle. "I guess today is a day of discovery for both of us?"

Elsa, for example, was discovering that she very much enjoyed leaving Barry flustered.

"You're going to have to share the 'going on a date' outfit with Lady Ghanima's class on Wednesdays, though. I know it will be difficult, seeing me in jeans potentially two days a week, but I'm certain if we try hard enough, we'll be able to get through this, together."

"I'm okay with that!" Barry said quickly before clearing his throat and forcing himself to talk slower. "You do know that jeans are perfect for wearing to campfires right? That is unless you are getting bored of s'mores."

"I'm pretty certain 'getting bored of s'mores' is something you just made up," Elsa decided. "But now that I know that jeans are put to good use at campfires, and I just happen to have several pairs, we might have to start making campfire plans more often?"

"How about tomorrow then? Friday? Saturday and Sunday? Most of next week?" Barry joked. "Wait how many pairs of jeans do you have?"

"Probably not enough to keep us going through most of next week," Elsa laughed. "But I'm free pretty much every day except for Saturday, and even then, if you don't mind waiting until after my library shift..."

There were options!

"I love it when you laugh," Barry murmured and immediately blushed.

For a brief moment Barry wondered what was going on with his brain.

Hormones came the response from his brain.

Nah. It was more than that Barry realized.

"How about Friday then?" He said quickly.

Oh, Barry Ween, you wonderful dork.

"Friday sounds perfect," Elsa decided, blushing a little. Barry being flustered was one thing. But an outright compliment like that was still enough to get Elsa a little flustered in turn. "I can bring food again?"

Of... some persuasion! Whatever she happened to cook!

"Bring whatever you want," Barry said leaning in to give her a quick kiss. "Just try not to melt my brain so much."

"I make no promises," Elsa warned, leaning forward to meet him in that kiss. "Especially not if you want me in jeans."

She hadn't even busted out the secret-weapon-shimmy, yet!

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