Chapter 1
Finally, the last day of school before Christmas break. Snow is falling gently outside the classroom, leaving Arendelle with a white blanket, covering every inch of landscape. The windows looking out to the frozen world have frost forming around the edges. Beautiful, peaceful, serene.
Inside the classroom, was much less calm.
Students were out of their seats, throwing paper airplanes and talking in large groups. You would expect better from a group of high school seniors, being "young adults" and all. But the clock read 2:45, so obviously everyone looks very excited to leave.
All except for a blonde sitting in the back of the classroom.
Elsa had transferred to Arendelle High just over a month ago. Over the course of that month, she hadn't made any friend, hadn't even spoken to anyone. She always sat in the back of class, always by herself. Whenever the teachers were not giving a lesson, she always had headphones in. Elsa was always dressed in roughly the same clothes, almost always wearing dark colors: dark blue, gray, black. Her mass of long blonde hair was always pulled into gigantic braid, trailing all the way down her back to her tailbone.
She had incredibly pale skin, almost the same color as the snow that softly fell outside the window panes. Her dark clothing made her skin almost glow. Her tight jeans clung to her legs like they were painted on, showing off her nice thighs and well formed calves.
She wore a dark blue sweater, which hung loosely over her shoulders, showing off her collarbone. I can only assume her arms are just as strong as the rest of her looks, though I've almost never seen them. And underneath her sweater, even though it was quite baggy, I could still see that she had a large pair of breasts, quite a bit larger than my own. While most people were bundled up in heavy coats, Elsa didn't seem to be bothered by the cold, exposing her shoulders, and only wearing a thin pair of jeans.
I've spent all this time describing someone, I haven't even told you about myself. Where are my manners, I'm Anna!
I'm a senior at Arendelle High. Most people describe me as "bubbly" or "klutzy". My best friend, Kristoff, calls me "feistypants" because of my sometimes spontaneous ways, I'm always getting into some kind of situations.
He says I'm "petite", which I think might be a little generous. I'm pretty skinny, always have been. No matter how much chocolate I eat, I always stay thin! Probably because I actually try in gym, not like other students who just sit around the bleachers.
I've got long red hair, all of my family does. I keep it in braids just to manage it.
The rest of the kids in class keep getting louder, and as I look up at the clock, I realize it's 2:55. 5 minutes until break starts! The whole class grows more and more rambunctious as every second passes. All except for the mysterious blonde in the back, who's just sitting in the back listening to music. I find myself often wondering what she's listening too. And who she really is.
I only know her name, and what she looks like. Who she really is, is a complete mystery. Every time I think about walking up to her to talk to her, I've always though "she looks like she wants to be left alone."
All the chaos around the classroom, and she's still just as peaceful as ever, writing in her notebook, or drawing, who knows. I've always thought she looked like she needed a friend, ever since she got to the school. But, like I said, I don't want to bother her.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiing!
The school bell goes off, signaling 3 o'clock. Most of the students immediately dart out of the classroom, not caring to push in their seats, leaving the classroom a disaster. Papers scattered everywhere, the desks misaligned, it's just all a mess.
Normally I would just leave too, to meet Kristoph out front of the school. He is usually my ride home. I have my own car, but he always offers to drive, carpooling saves gas. But seeing the classroom look like a war zone, I decide to stay behind to help clean it up. Even though our teacher, Mr. Weaselton, is a bit of a bore (and kinda creepy to be honest), I still know he probably wants to get home to his family.
I stand up from my desk, and start to pick up some stray papers from the floor. Mr. Weaselton whoever just sits at his desk, reading the newspaper, unbothered by the mess and not seeming to care if it gets cleaned up.
"Jerk." I think to myself, as I continue picking up papers, realigning desks.
As I'm picking up stray notes and bits of homework, I look up to the back of the classroom. Elsa has gotten out of her seat, and she's picking up papers too. Was she doing it because she saw me, or is she just a good person like that?
But now I see my chance. As I'm picking up papers off the tile floor, I slowly make my way towards the back of the room, kneeling down the row of desks. As I get closer, I can faintly hear the music emanating from the blondes headphones, but I can't quite make it out. It sounds brash, loud, and I don't recognize it. She haven't noticed me, her back is turned, unknowing if my presence.
Thoughts race through my head. What am I gonna say? What if she doesn't want to talk to me, what if she thinks I'm weird? What if she tells me to buzz off? Quickly I decide it was a bad idea. Why would she even want to talk to me anyway. Why am I so nervous?
I look down at the floor, feeling defeated. How can I not have the courage to even talk to this girl. Stupid Anna, what were you thinking.
I can see someone's notes laying on the floor in front of me, and I reach out to grab them, to add to my trash pile. But as my hand falls on the paper, I feel the touch of warm skin.
I look up, and my eyes meet hers. Shivers shot down my spine.
Oh god, Elsa's eyes. I'd never been able to get a look up close, but now...
Her eyes were the most beautiful blue I had ever seen! A bright teal blue, with a hint of white around her pupils. She wore dark blue eyeshadow, which only made her blue iris's stand out even more. Her eyes sparkled under the fluorescent lights, like when the sun hits a frozen lake. My jaw is dropped, I'm lost for words.
"S-sorry..." she muttered, pulling her hand back. Her checks grew flushed from embarrassment, she almost dropped the trash she's been picking up. Her face dropped down to look at the floor, avoiding eye contact.
Why am I so nervous? What do I say? This is my chance, I've got to say something to her! But what do I say? Hi Elsa, my name's Anna! No that's stupid. You look very pretty today! No that's dumb too.
But all I could get out was...
"Hello Anna, my name's Elsa!" I blurted out. God I sound like an imbecile. My name's Anna, not your name's Anna. God what a mess. Maybe she didn't hear me through her headphones?
Elsa just stared, her eyes wide. If I was embarrassed, then she was mortified. Her jaw clenched shut, cheeks redder than before. She removed one of her earbuds, letting it hang from the cord. Shit, she did hear me.
"I'm sorry, let me start again..." I say, hoping to redeem myself. "I'm Anna." I say as I hold out my hand to her.
She started at my outstretched hand for a moment, then slowly reached out her own hand, putting it in mine. her grip was so soft, almost as if she was just laying her palm against mine with no effort. Her hands were small, like mine, but so so soft. She must apply buckets of lotion to get them so smooth.
"I-I'm Elsa..." she said quietly, almost a whisper. She was looking down at the floor again, not wanting to make eye contact. She was visibly embarrassed, hunched over almost like she wanted to just hide away.
She pulled her hand back and brought it to her chest, along with all the papers she had collected.
"No one...no one has talked to me before..." her voice was still so low, almost hard to even hear. "Not at this school at least"
Now I felt embarrassed. I had so many opportunities to talk to her, and I never had. She must've felt so alien, so alone all this time, and I never made the effort to befriend her.
"Well I thought you looked like you needed a friend!" I peeked up cheerfully, trying to lighten her spirits. "Everybody needs a friend, right?"
Elsa brought her eyes up from the floor to meet mine, the her ice blue iris's looking even bluer than before. And across her lips, the faintest smile appeared.
"I-I guess."
Looking at her face, up close for the first time, I began to notice several things I hadn't noticed from afar. Across the bridge of her nose, and along her cheekbones, she had very faint freckles. Not like mine of course, being a natural redhead, I have freckled from head to toe. But hers were almost invisible, even against her pale flesh. She had strong cheekbones, but she still looked extremely feminine. And beautiful.
Oh god, I am staring though. I've stared too long haven't I?
Elsa's eyes darted back to the floor again. Fuck, I've made this situation more awkward.
Elsa stands up, and turned to walk away, towards Mr. Weaselton's desk. As I stood up, I couldn't help but stare, her ass was tight in her jeans. Every step she took, her cheeks swayed in time.
God, what am I thinking. I'm straight, why do I find her so attractive?
I walked towards his desk as well, hoping to catch her, but before I even threw away my trash, she had already farted out of the door. Shit, I scared her off. I quickly tossed the papers into the waste bin, grabbed my backpack, and rushed out of the door, not even bothering to wish my teacher a happy Christmas.
Quickly, I stepped into the hallway, and peered down it, looking for Elsa.
She had her head down, and she was walking fast, her hands in her sweater pocket. Her braid swayed with every step she took, her Converse echoing loudly in the empty hallway.
"Shit." I muttered under my breath. I have to catch her, I have to talk to her. If I go all break knowing I missed my chance to know this girl, I'll go crazy.
I turned and ran, nearly sprinted actually towards her, my feet thundering in the quiet all. Elsa didn't seem to notice though, her headphones were in and she couldn't hear a thing. Quickly, I caught up to her, and placed my hand on her shoulder.
The blonde nearly jumped out of her skin, letting out a loud (albeit extremely adorable) squeak. She quickly spun around, terror in her eyes, like she was about to get robbed. Quickly I pulled my hand back, putting both hands in the air.
"Whoa whoa..." I said, hands in the air like a cop had pulled a taser on me. "It's just me Elsa, just me." The blonde looked relieved, if only slightly. She still looked quite scared, but more confused now than horrified.
"I just, well, I wanted to know if...if you wanted to hang out some time...you know, over break?"
The horror in her eyes was gone, and she had now removed both headphones, but the confusion in her eyes remained.
"I mean, if you're not too busy. What am I thinking, of course you're busy, I'm sure you have lots of family stuff to do." I said embarrassingly. What was I thinking, it's Christmas break, she's probably going to go to a bunch of family events, dinners and whatnot, she has no time to "hang out" with a girl she doesn't even know.
I turned to walk away, but before I could, I felt a warm hand on my arm. I turn around, and Elsa has stopped me. Her gentle touch on my arm was warm and soft, and it sent shivers down my spine. I look at her, and she has that small faint smile on her lips again. She takes her hand off my arm, and reaches into her pocket. Out of it, she pulls a business card. She takes a pen from the same pocket, and begins to scribble something into the small rectangular card.
"My number." She says, ever so quietly, reaching out her hand. I take the card from her, and look down. All 9 didgits, but with an area code I don't recognize, It's not Arendelles.
"Maybe...we can hang out...sometime." She said, nearly a whisper, her cheeks flushed a faint red. Before I could say anything though, she turned and quickly began walking towards the front doors of the school.
Holy shit. I just got Elsa's number! I've been looking at this girl for a month, never speaking to her, and now I have her number? Who knew this day would turn out like this?
Staring down at the card, I flip it over, to see who's business it was.
Wild Oaken's Sauna
1212 Pierside Dr
Did Elsa go to the sauna? She doesn't look like the kind of girl to pamper herself. But obviously she keeps in good shape. Does she steam to keep her body as skinny as she does. A million questions race through my mind as I'm staring down at this little rectangular card.
But my train of though gets derailed, as I feel a buzz in my pocket. I pull out my phone, and open up my texts. It's from Kristoff.
Kristoff: Anna, where the hell are you? I've been waiting out in the cold for 15 minutes. Hurry up fiestypants!
Shit. I didn't even remember that I'd been keeping Kristoff waiting. Oh well, given what has happened, I'm sure he'd understand. Not that I'm gonna tell him, not just yet. Hell, I've only just met Elsa. I slip the card into my pocket, and walk towards the front doors, and into the icy school courtyard. I see Kristoff waiting by his car, a black Jeep, jacked up with chunky tires. Good news for us both, considering the current state of the weather, that he has 4-wheel drive.
"Where have you been?! I've been waiting out here in the cold, I'm freezing my ass off"
"Sorry Kristoff, I was...I was helping Mr. Weaselton clean up the classroom. The rest of the kids left it a mess."
"Hmmpf, shoulda let that jerkoff clean his own classroom." Kristoff grumbled. No one really likes Mr. Weaselton, he always seems to have it out for his students. He's a grumpy old man, with a horrifyingly bad hairpiece to cover up his baldness. But what can I say, I'm a nice person, I'll help out even a creep like him.
"Well lets go, I need some hot coffee to warm my cold body." Kristoff exclaimed, holding open the passenger door for me. If I hadn't known him since we were little kids, you would think he was trying to woo me. But he was just a gentleman, always holding doors open and offering to pay for my food. He was just a nice guy like that. I crawled into the passenger seat, tossing my backpack into the back onto a pile of dog food, no doubt for his great dane, Sven.
"Okay, but this time, I'm buying." I demand as he walks around to the drivers side door, and jumps up into the car.
"Hey, I'm not gonna turn down a free coffee." He smiled as he turned the key, bringing the Jeep to life.
As he pulled away from the school, I slid my phone out of my pocket, along with the business card, and opened up the contacts, and began to add a new contact file. Adding Elsa to my contact list, I couldn't help but smile a little. I put in her name and number, and quickly saved it. Then, I pulled up messenger, and texted Elsa.
Anna: Hey Elsa, it's me Anna. I don't know if you have any plans for tomorrow, but if you wanted to go to the mall or something, I would really like to hang out. :)
"Here goes nothing." I thought as I hit send. The phone chirped as the message was sent off to the shy blonde girl.
A few minutes of driving pass, Kristoff is blasting Christmas tunes out of the stereo. We're singing along to Michael Büble's Christmas album as we pull into the Starbucks parking lot. Kristoff parked the car, and quickly got out, rushing over to my door to open it for me. (What did I tell you, he's a gentleman like that)
Once inside and standing in line, Kristoff had his hand on his pronounced jaw, face scrunched deep in thought.
"Should I get Caramel Praline, or should I get Gingerbread latte?" He asked, staring up at the menu.
"Well you know what I want."
He smirked. "Let me guess..."
"Anything with chocolate." We both said unanimously, causing us both to laugh.
He ended up ordering the gingerbread latte, and he ordered me a Mocha cappuccino. Before I could even pull out my wallet though, he had already handed the cashier his credit card.
"Hey, I said I was getting us this time?"
"Eh, you can get us next time." He smirked as the cashier swiped his card. He always says that, but he always ends up paying.
While waiting at the takeout counter for our coffees to be ready, Kristoff is just staring at the walls, looking at all the Christmas decorations.
Then, I feel a buzz in my pocket. Immediately, my heart begins to race, my cheeks turn red. It could've been from my mom, could've been from someone else. But I knew who the text was from. Nervously, I pulled out my phone, and opened up the text.
Elsa: The mall is nice. Is 12 o'clock okay?
She said yes, holy shit she wants to hang out! Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh she actually want to see me! Quickly I send a reply to the mysterious blonde.
Wait, why am I so nervous, this isn't a date, it's just me making a new friend.
Anna: 12 o'clock is perfect! I'll see you there. :)
Just as the text was sent, one of the baristas called out our names.
"Gingerbread Latte for Kristoph, Mocha Cappuccino for Anna."
Kristoff took the drinks from the barista, and handed me a cup with "Anna" written in fancy lettering, a Santa hat drawn on the Capital A. They really go all out for Christmastime.
"What are you smiling about?"
"Wh-what?" I question, not realizing my lips are pulled ear to ear in a goofy smile.
"Your checks are red, and you're smiling like an idiot. What's going on?"
I can't help but giggle. "Oh, nothing." I say, though he knows me well enough to see through my bullshit.
"You know you'll eventually tell me fiestypants, you can't keep nothing from me."
He's right. Kristoph is my best friend, I tell him everything. He helped me through my last breakup during junior year, with a horrible asshole name's Hans. He was a jerk, just wanted to date me because he thought my beauty would make him more popular. Turns out all he wanted was to get in my pants. After I said no, he broke off our relationship. I'm glad to be rid of that asshole, but it still made me sad for a long time. Kristoff always tried to cheer me up, bringing me chocolates and telling stupid jokes. As much as I just wanted to be sad, that goofball could always make me smile.
As well climbed back into Kristoph's Jeep, my mind was racing with thoughts of tomorrow. I had actually made a new friend, and she wanted to hang out with me. But it's just two friends hanging out, why was I so nervous? We're just hanging out, it's not like it's a date. I mean, I'm straight, and Elsa is a girl. It's not a date.
Right?