Hi Guys! I'm new here so please tell me things to improve on, and I don't own any of these disney/dream works characters or The Selection! :) This fanfic is just The Selection remade into a disney/dream works. In this story Elsa and Anna are both commoners, and they live in Arendale (but they don't belong in the royal fam) :) Now WE SHALL START! Have fun Reading and please leave reviews and like and yeah! Love ya guys! 3

Chapter 1

Prologue

Our world, well it's divided into castes. The Ones, who are, well the royalty. The Twos, who are rich and well, just wealthy. The Threes, the Fours, and then there's the Fives. I am a five. Fives are usually the caste that produces art, music and drawing whatsoever. So it is no surprise that my family is a family of art. I sing, my mom sings, my sister sings, and my dad paints. There are 3 more castes below us. The Sixes, the Sevens, and the Eights. Although my family has times where we starve and become cold in the winter, well, we live better than the sixes, so thank god for that. Oh! Have I not introduced myself? I'm Elsa Winters.

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"Mom! For the hundredth time! I! Am! Not! Gonna! Enter!" I yell as I slam the door.

"Elisabeth, I just want you to put your name in! It's not like it will really ruin your life!" My mom yells through the door. I ignore her. I throw myself onto my bed, shoving my face into the pillow,

"It's just stupid, who would even want to go?" I mumble as I feel myself fall asleep.

The next day was even more painful. Anna didn't stop pestering me about joining in the Choosing. "Anna I don't want to marry a prince! I don't wanna go and just marry some random guy I don't know!" I roll my eyes as I slice a piece of pancake and shove it in my mouth.

"But Els! Think about how that would benefit to us! We won't have to live in this house anymore, we can be a One if you win!" She giggle and bounces, hardly concentrating on her food.

"Anna, there's a very low possibility that I will be part of the Selection, nevertheless, win."

"But can you pretty please try applying? Pleasee? If you have such a low percentile in getting chosen it doesn't matter if you try it out right? Please Elsa?" She gives me those puppy dog eyes. Dammit, she knows I'm weak at those.

"Fine."

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As soon as I'm done with breakfast, mom makes me fill out a sheet. I had to answer stupid questions like 'how many languages can you speak?' I spoke 4, mom made me learn it because it helped with singing. I swear there was about millions of questions until I was finally done. Exhausted, I handed over the form to mother, who excitedly squealed and took me right away to the mailing office.

The line was long, which I expected, since almost every girl on the block got the invite. But I hadn't expected all the girls to be all neatly dressed with makeup on their faces.

"Mom, why is everybody dressed up?" I poke her as I look around.

"That's because you take pictures once you're in there, it's the final step." A boy with auburn hair pipes up next to me. I jump out of my skin, with wide eyes I turn and face the boy. A boy…?

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he laughs. He has a pretty laugh, "I'm Hans." He sticks his hand out; I shake it.

"I'm Elisabeth, but you can call me Elsa." I smile, and then frown. "I'm sorry but may I ask you why you're here? I mean you're a boy." I blurt out, he raises his eyebrows, "Oops, sorry, that came out wrong. What I meant was well usually girls enter the Choosing…" He laughs out loud,

"Oh no no no, my sister, Lily is entering, and so my mother made me come here with her." He points to a girl with auburn hair, just like his.

"Oh, well nice to meet you!" I smile and turn to walk away,

"Wait!" He calls out and grabs my wrist, "can you at least tell me where you live? Or what caste you are? I would love to meet you again." I smile,

"Well, I am a Five…" I pretend to think, "and that's all I'm gonna tell ya!" I laugh as he scrunches his nose, pretty cute.

When it is my turn to take the picture, I try my best smile, and then I remember Hans' scrunched nose face and laugh out loud. The camera shoots that moment.

"You looked great, your smile was just beautiful!" Hans smiles, I looked at him and smile back,

"Well it was technically because I remembered your face. So thank you for your face." I giggle, he pretends to look offended making me laugh harder.