SS Halloween Special Ch 2

All the noise from downstairs wafts up, and the upper halls are comparably peaceful. It’s still relatively early, but that’s not slowing anyone down.

Ying hums to herself as she finishes putting her hair up, then puts on some extra lip gloss. She admires her ridiculous, revealing blue and white dress, then straightens the red coat that she wears over it. The giant boots are so silly. She loves it. Basking in her genius, she leaves the south bathroom and heads down the hall, pausing at the sound of a crash from Elsa’s room.

She knocks politely. “Elsa? Are you OK?”

There’s a long pause.

“No,” Elsa replies finally. Her muffled voice sounds defeated.

Puzzled, Ying opens the door. Elsa is splayed on the floor in her underwear, tangled up in a blue bodysuit. Ying smiles hesitantly.

Elsa stares miserably at the ceiling. “I’m not hurt. Can you step on me? Not in a kinky way. Crush my windpipe or something.”

“Do you need help?”

“Yes.”

Ying helps her up. Awkwardly, they situate the costume so that Elsa can try to stick her joot in while steadying herself on Ying.

“Who are you supposed to be?” Elsa grumbles as she painstakingly stretches the fabric up past her calf.

Ying gives Elsa a big smile. “Pretty Woman?”

“What?”

Crestfallen, Ying sighs. “Never mind.”

Elsa is slim, but this will be a tight squeeze. She struggles to get just her leg into the costume.

“You will have lines,” Ying warns, cringing.

Elsa stops and stares down at the costume, which is like a second skin. “Fucking fuck. Fuck.” She peels it off and sheds her underwear in the most furious, unerotic way that Ying has ever seen. She likes Elsa’s tattoos, but Elsa is just hating life at the moment. She angrily squeezes into the suit with Ying’s help. Getting it over her hips is the hardest part, but after about three minutes of painstaking toil, Ying is zipping up the back.

Elsa hisses through her teeth. “Fuck me. Is this what wearing a condom is like?” She turns toward the mirror and blanches. “Ying, this thing is literally in my pores. Do I even want to know about the camel toe sitch?”

Ying hesitates. “Probably not.”

“What about my butt?” Elsa twists to check, and her soul crumples.

Ying smiles. “I think this would be a good costume for a party with some boys,” she says kindly, taking the blonde wig out of the bag.

Elsa looks at her gloved hands and shakes her head. “Who is this supposed to be, anyway?”

“I think it’s the girl from the video game, Metroid.”

“The who from the what?”

Ying looks thoughtfully at the wig. “Did Donut choose this?”

Elsa’s shoulders slump. “Yeah.” She accepts the wig and puts it on, then looks at her reflection. She rips it off and throws it against the wall. “I’m not wearing this fucking thing. You’re gonna have to cut this off me later.”

“Are you flirting?”

“No. I mean literally. We’ll never get it off otherwise.”

“OK.”

A moment passes. Elsa’s dejection smothers the room. Ying’s gaze is all warmth and totally free of judgment.

Elsa wants to cry. “Can I have a hug?”

“Yes.”