Okay Guys, so to catch everyone up... this story takes place 3 years after the end and final chapter (Ch. 21) of Pretty Girl, Long Sleeves. This meaning Anna has graduated from highschool and Miza is in 5th grade. This is a hardcore JELSAstory from this point out. And this is also a Kristanna story. From now I'm switching from Anna and Elsa's perspective... SO if you get lost- Elsa's chapters always begin and end with this symbol... .:*:. like they did in Pretty Girl, Long Sleeves. Anna's chapters will always begin and end in .(:^:). This is purely to prevent any confusion!

Thank you all! I'm going to throw out some upfront warnings such as smut warnings trigger warnings and graphic adult themes.

I love you guys and that you.

p.s. I don't own Frozen ok? ok.

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The metal of the cheap chairs placed around Foster Elementary's gym dug into Elsa's back like a dagger. She could hardly sit still, the nerves combined with the sting in her vertebrae sending shock waves through her spine. On top of that the fifth grade orchestra was trying their hardest to play a peice that sounded alot like dying cats and crying children. Jack's hand squeezed hers just enough to get her attention.

"You okay?" He whispered over the terrible music.

"Yes, my ears might tell you different though." Elsa tried to smile tried to make herself seem ok- or at least like she was in control of the fear in her stomach. She stared up at the ceiling, down at the floor, over at the amazing man sitting next to her. Man. She almost laughed out loud.

"Oh- that cello though." Jack smirked sarcastically and tipped his head to the side. Elsa laughed the slightest, but it ended up coming out too nervous, too frightful and her true colors were revealed. "Elsa are you really okay?" Jack slraightened himself and looked right at her. Her eyes were glued to his hand- her head spinning.

She was in school. She was in a SCHOOL. Her heart was beating fast enough she was deafened. Nothing but the pounding was left and she silently begged her mind to stop- stop trying to play the memories. She didn't realize how hard she was squeezing Jack's hand until he yelped a little.

Elsa forced her eyes open, forced her grip to receed and stared up as everyone stared back. Blood rushed to her face and she leaned into Jack.

"Sorry. this is so hard, I want to go home." She made sure to keep their conversation private when everyone's head swiveled back to the students.

"This is for Miza, remember? You're okay Elsa I got you." Jack wrapped an arm around her and rubbed her shoulder. "If it's to much I'll take you home okay?" She nodded into his chest and focused hard on the missing notes in the school kids' music. B flat... C sharp... A minor... A major...

Once the orchestra left she straightened and perked up to watch the choir walk into the makeshift auditorium offered by the school. She instantly spotted a black fishtail braid followed by a neon pink skirt and bright blue knee high converse. She caught glimplse of a pair of bright green eyes and from Elsa's seat in the third row she smiled, waved a little and mouthed 'good luck'. Miza smiled back, smiling a wide smile - metallic braces and all, flashing a thumbs up and mouting an 'I love you'.

She went to say 'I love you' back but was cut off by the piano and the fifth grade choir singing a song Elsa did not know. She watched Miza's face the entire time, the girl standing up tall and proud- she was so proud of her. The girl's hair held a red extention contrasting her black shirt and neon clothes. She knew that she stuck out in the crowd- and Miza liked it. Elsa loved it, every second of it. She loved the girl's beautiful singing, the way her eyes shined in the auditorium lights.

She loved that Miza loved herself.

Minutes later the girl ran towards Elsa and Jack whp were waiting in the hallway, a place that was horrifying for Elsa- to say the least.

"Mom! Mom did you like it?" Miza stood up tall and smiled.

"It was beautiufl. YOU, were beautiful." Elsa smiled wide- the action colliding with her actual state of mind. But she was proud. She loved Miza and for that she would slap on a brave face. Miza just smiled so hard it looked like her face hurt and jumped up into Elsa's arms. Elsa held on tight and swung the girl around for a second.

"Just look at her." A whisper sounded to Elsa's left as she set Miza down and she glanced up to find an older couple- maybe in their 50's- and a fifth grader who looked, well, normal. She stood up with her arms crossed and her blonde pigtails up too high, her orange button up making the fifth grader look like a mature middle schooler. "Its absurd" The older woman looked down on Miza- her eyes burning with disapproval.

Jack stiffened beside her angrily. Miza looked over at the girl and tipped her head- staring at her curiously. Jack opened his mouth but Elsa set a hand on his shoulder.

"Leave it." Elsa whispered- the older woman looking at her with a disgusted face. She watched her go- child walking next to her with the same stuck-up energy following her, her husband stiffly shuffling next to her while they gossiped loud enough for Elsa and Jack to hear every syllable.

Whore... Emo... Gothic... Loser... Slut.

Some things never fucking change. Elsa took Miza's hand and looked down on the girl.

"Those people are weird." She said straightly, looking up at Elsa and smiling halfway. "Her parents are so old thats creepy." Elsa watched the older couple turn and glare at them. Elsa looked down at the girl, surprised, Miza had never really gossiped about people or called anyone a name- but when she looked closer she saw the anger in Miza's eyes and when the girl winked a green eye Elsa almost laughed. The three walked out of the Elementary school, away from the battlefeild still raging on... despite the fact Elsa wasn't even a residant there.

Jack slid into the driver's seat, still tense and angry. She could see the stress was killing him- we was in college, trying to create a relationship with Elsa... and that included parenting Miza, and Anna when nessecary. She let out a long- quivering breath, as soon as she left the school premises she felt a weight lift, as if she had been balencing an anvel on her head.

"Did you hear them Elsa? I swear the things some people say about you...about us, " His grip on the steering wheel increased until his knuckles whitened and his foot pressed down on the accelerator pedal for a split second.

"Jack-" Elsa set her hand on his shoulder, "Its not anything I can't handle." He let his foot off the pedal and his grip loosened. She lowered her voice. "I'm more worried about Miza."

"Please dont talk about me like I'm not here." Miza peeped up in the back- looking up at Elsa with huge emerald eyes. Elsa laughed a little and looked back at her, leaning on Jack's seat to look at her.

"miza, darling I just hope what they say doesn't hurt you."

"Mom! I'm not worried about it, seriously. I don't care. Emily said my converse were weird and I said she looks like an elephant when she wears her earrings. Really it doesn't bother me, plus they are comfortable." Miza smiled wide and looked out the window. "I just like being myself. People are so boring."

Elsa smiled, she should have known. "Okay, I shouldn't have ever been worried about you, should I?"

"Nope!" Miza smirked in the backseat and rolled down the window, her hair blowing away from her face. She was so beautiful, and so confident- a thing Elsa knew she would have died for when she was a middleschooler.

"Well Miza you did excellent." Jack mumbled from the front seat, just barely loud enough for Miza to hear his anger still disturbing the air around him, suffocating the girl in long sleeves next to him.

"Thanks Jack." she smiled again.

Elsa looked up at the two, each of them slowly medicating her head to the point where her memory slowly faded into the backnoise.

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Sometimes, she would just stare at the T.V. until every picture perfect face blended away. She would sit and think until her head stung with a migrane and her eyes burned with bloodshot. She would think, she would imagine, she would fear, and she would smile. The only problem being that she never really smiled. No, on the inside her grin was ear-to-ear. but there was a problem, her scar. It wasn't like her feeling made her unable to smile. She smiled- a 50% smile, due to the pain and the scar tissue. Just another reminder.

As if stairwells and lockers, school cafaterias and books falling out of people's hands was not reminder enough.

It happened. The triggers would whisper to her. It happened.

Anna shook her head feircely, why was it she always seemed to find herself narrating her own pitiful stories? She shoved herself off the couch so feircely it moved about an inch and crashed into the wall. The bang sent her jumping across the room.

Loud bangs. Add that to the pathetic list of crap that ignited her memories. Loud bangs, like the one right before she blacked out.

Bang. 'Anna!' and then- the darkness. The dark.

Fuck she hated the dark.

Anna stormed down the hallway, passing each room until she entered hers. Green bedsheets greeted her as she fell onto the fabric. She didn't know what she was doing anymore, but she saw the darkness and she screamed into the sheet. She gripped the cotton and screamed until her breath was gone.

When she looked up it was night, and again there was too much darkness. She bolted for the lightswitch, clicking it- praying that the images would vanish. She dug her nails into her scalp, pressed her forehead into the white walls until she swore morning had come. When she finally looked up, she found herself staring at the closest object, her vanity where a mirror was calling her name. She peeked at it, playing tis game of 'not I'm not' turning her head.

She looked at the left side of her face. I'm beautiful.

She turned and looked at her entire face. No I'm not.

Left side. I'm beautiful

Right side. No I'm not.

The scar was not ugly, it was mortifying. Her jaw was re-constructed but her skin would stay forever. The skin pulled at her lip, the light colored flesh refusing to ever let her smile again... literally. her cheek was no longer much of a cheek- skin pulled away from it's center which was sown back together and healed after months. She turned again. I'm beautiful.

he turned again. No I'm not.

A loud bang from the front door was enough to send her jumping across the room again and she let out a tiny scream, covering her mouth. It was just Elsa and Jack- she could already hear her sister storming down the hallway.

"Anna?" Elsa glided through the door- horror plastered over her face, and once she saw Anna still in one peice it disappeared, turning into worry. "Anna, what's wrong?" Elsa stepped forward, cupping Anna's cheek- her good one- in her hand and wiping away a tear with her thumb.

Was she crying? Hell she haden't even noticed- it all felt the same to her.

"Anna," Elsa gieded them both back to Anna's bed, sitting her down and holding her close. Anna stared at the envolope in the fabric next to them- her letter from Gerren Veiw college for the arts. The one two hundered miles away in California. "Anna- shhh, its okay, what is it sis?" Anna looped her arms around Elsa's torso- her tears soaking into the grey sweat shirt. She gripped Elsa so hard she was probably hurting the older woman.

"Elsa, I'm so scared." She refused to look up, refused to look her sister in the eye.

"Moving? oh, anna I'm scared too... You'll do just fine though Anna I'm sure in a few weeks you wont even notice you're gone. " Elsa gripped her tighter.

"Will you miss me?"

"More then anything." Anna snorted a little and Elsa looked down at Anna until she met her eyes. "Really. I'm seriously terrified."

"Me too. I'll miss you Elsa." She let go of her sister and wiped away the tears- staring at the white folder laying on her sheets. "What if someone says something?" Anna looked back up into endless blue orbs.

"Like what?" Elsa whispered.

"You know what." Anna bit her lip, both of them knew exactly what Anna was saying. The scar. What about the scar?

"Anna. I doubt anyone will say anything... "

"I doubt that." Anna glared at her. "Just look at what happened to you, when people saw." She blurted out the words before she could stop herself, tears already streaming down her face- her hand flying to her mouth. "Elsa- Elsa I'm s-so sorry I didn't-"

Elsa silenced her with a hand, her face stone-hard and her jaw clenched. The gret sleeves hiding what they both knew was there. At least Elsa could hide under sweatshirts and bracelets.

"Not all people are bad people Anna, even I can say that."

"... I know Elsa." She looked up before the silence eloped them fully. Both of them struggling to fight their tears.

"You're beautiful Anna." Elsa mumbled and kissed Anna's forehead before receeding out of the room. Anna stared at her hands, stared back at the vanity, stared at the walls, the ceiling, she just stared. She numbed herself and slid off the bed- slowly packing away paintings and clothes, packing away her emotions and watching them seal away in cardboard boxes.

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