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i wanna be your girlfriend

"Girls, you should check out the rainbow pavement at the centre! It's wonderful." Bryn and I sat at the kitchen table, drinking our noon coffee when Bryn's Grandmother walked in and patted on our shoulders. 

"Sure thing, Amma. Will do, before we leave!" Bryn assured her grandmother with a light smile and then, she turned back to me, but she waited a few minutes to start speaking again. "What can we do about Tomten?" 

"Well… We only have three days till the first Yule "Lad" comes forward and go for a hunt. So our dear Tomten will… Come with us." We've spent the previous afternoon talking with Tomten. He wanted to know all about the whole "Santa left and abandoned the Toy Shop" thing. He laughed like a hyena. 

"And you and Tomten think that… This first Yule Lad will appear in Reykjavík. And you're sure. And you will find out a way to… Persuade this Yule Lad to tell us the hiding place of Gryla." Bryn tried to conclude the situation. 

"I mean… that's the gist of it!" I pressed my fingers against my temple, feeling a headache coming. 

"Great plan, Ash." Bryn was not amused. And I understood why. I was not amused either. But I couldn't figure out a better plan. Tomten genuinely agreed to help us. I made sure of that. I made him promise. I knew a few ways to ensure his honesty. 

"So… Rainbow?" I wanted to change the subject desperately. "What does that mean?"

"Pride." Bryn answered easily. 

"Pride? In what?"

"LGBT pride, actually."

"LGBT?" I was more confused than ever. I thought I came to learn the most part of the mortal realm. But… There was so many twists and turns. 

"Lesbian, gay, bisexual, trans. Homosexuality. Love someone from the same gender. Love all genders. Love everyone not seeing gender." It was like Bryn would have recited a poem or something similar.

"Oh… Is that an… Uncommon thing here?" 

"Not… Uncommon per se." Bryn answered hesitantly, pressed her lips together. It was a delicate thing, I figured. "It was… not acceptable. No, it is… Iceland is progressive. Other countries… Not so much."

She gulped. 

"Why? Is that a weird thing for you? How do elves feel about that?" 

"We don't… We don"t think about that, I think." I never knew it's something I should think about. "We don't…. Think about gender at all, I guess. Someone is not even stating they are a boy or girl. Because we are elves, not boys or girls. And love…"

"You think you are attracted to… Your gender?" I've never seen Bryn so hesitant or panicked in the week I've known her. She was always confident and sure of herself. As she always said: I won't let the bastards grind me down. Whatever that means. 

"I…" I gulped, my voice shook, my body trembled. I was heating up. "I think yes, I am. Is that… Disgusting to you?"

"No... No of course it's not. I… just wanted to ask you. In case…"

"In case of?" I've tried to make her finish her sentence. But she never did. Einar stepped into the room and we've begun talking about fishes and fjords. 

a/n: hello hello!!!

this is the... shortest chapter i've ever written. this is not even a chapter. it's just not.

but... a lot of things became clear, i think? sexualities for example.