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Kristoff stands in front of Arendelle High-Home of The Polar Bears. No one knows you here Kristoff. Take a deep breath. He closes his eyes and inhales the scent of roses and warm air. When he opens them, the first bell rings and students rush into the massive building. Here goes nothing.
Walking into the school is daunting. Long halls, tall ceilings, and big lockers. Lots of people walking in every possible direction. Don't forget where your locker is-you remember your combination right? His mother had yelled toward him as he shut the front door of his house, walking to his truck this morning. 381. 21-8-18.
All of a sudden, what feels to be 2 strong hands, push him into a trashcan. His head bounces off something sharp. Few people notice, the ones who do laugh for a second then continue about their day. "Hey, can you watch where you're going Hans? Gosh! Are you ok?" The voice is kind, and concerned. Kristoff slowly opens his eyes, blinking rapidly as a headache forms in the back of his head.
A very beautiful auburn haired girl with big sapphire eyes kneels next to him, her hand is extended toward him, offering to help him up. Stop staring at her, she asked you a question.
"Oh me? I'm fine. I think." He laughs nervously as he stands, brushing the dirt off his pants, a bit of dizziness following him as he did so, almost causing him to fall over again. Kristoff offers a small smile at this girl. "Thanks."
"You're welcome. I'm Anna, Anna Arendelle. Sorry about him, he never watches where he's going." Her smile radiates happiness, his mouth shapes into a goofy grin.
"It's fine. I'm Kristoff, Bjorgman. Your last name-why is it the same as the school?"
"You must be new." Her statement confuses him.
"Didn't know it was that obvious." He smiled at her while rubbing the back of his head and wincing in pain.
"Well the school is named after my parents. It was built 3 years ago. I tried to come here for middle school but ended up leaving since it was a constant reminder-" She stopped short Kristoff staring attentively at her, listening to her babble. "Never mind me, sometimes I ramble."
"That's totally okay, I love the sound of your voice-" He stops realizing how creepy that sounds. "Oh my goodness, that-I didn't mean it like-that was weird-I'm sorry." He turns his eyes down and then she giggles slightly, like a little kid.
"Oh, no. It's okay. Thank you, no one ever tells me that, most of the time no one can shut me up." She smiles at him and he smiles back. "Anyway, now I'm a Junior. What about you?"
"That too-I mean-me also-I'm a Junior too." He spits it out, but she just laughs, it's like music to his ears. He smiles widely at her.
"One piece of advice, People keep to their own groups, but I wouldn't try and get on anyone's bad side, rumors spread quickly here." She says very seriously.
"I'll remember."
"Good. Are you sure you're-"
"Anna, come on we're going to be late for first period." Anna's smile fades as the strict voice comes up behind her, Hans hand grasps her wrist violently.
"Hans calm down." She tries to rip her wrist from his grasp but he has a tight grip on her. Something flashes in her eyes, something that Kristoff is no stranger too. Fear. It leaves her eyes as fast as it appeared. Hans has a smile that makes Kristoff's stomach uneasy. Hans face is only inches from His, and Kristoff has a few inches on him. What are you hiding Hans? "Pleasure meeting you Christopher-"
"It's Kristoff." A stone cold expression covers Kristoff's face. Hans eyed him before taking off down the hallway with Anna's arm still tightly grasped in his hand. This is going to be a long year.