"For Christ's sake Anna, just ask her." Kristoff said, thoroughly annoyed.
"I can't Kristoff, what if she says no? I don't think I could handle that kind of rejection.." I complain.
Everyone is in the holiday spirit at Westeguard High- everyone except me, that is. There's only one day left until winter break, and I desperately want- no, need, some type of intimate contact with Elsa or I just might turn to stone.
Who is Elsa, you ask? Elsa is the embodiment of perfection. She has to be sent to us from above, a secret angel or something, because she's just…that...perfect. Well, probably to me because I'm madly in love with her.
Elsa Brisingamen looks like a goddess straight outta Greek legend, or probably Norse mythology, since she is Norwegian after all. I'm glad we decided to take a foreign exchange student this year or else I would've never known that such beauty existed. Her platinum blonde hair is so soft and shiny, it has to be silk. She loves to wear it in a long French braid down her back, and her bangs are swept out of her face in a whimsical fashion. Those glacier blue eyes of hers are downright sexy, her skin is pale and flawless, and her lips scream 'Kiss me!'. Anyways, I freakin' love her.
Elsa and I have a Chemistry class together. But it sucks because we sit on opposite sides of the room, so I really can't talk with her much. And now I'm desperate because we're about to go on break and I just don't think I can make it that long without seeing her. I'm trying to think of a way to get closer to her without being too creepy or clingy.
"Why don't you just go up to her, say 'hey, I'm interested in you', and go from there." Kristoff encouraged.
"Huh, Kristoff, you know absolutely nothing about love do you?" I replied. "And besides that, you don't even know if she's into girls like that."
"Well, I may not know about love, but I do have these friends who are love experts." He smirked, raising one eyebrow.
"Sorry Kristoff, but we don't have time to consult your imaginary friends."
Come on, think Anna, think…..
"Oh I know!" I shouted, jumping out of my seat.
Everybody in the library turned their heads toward me. I slowly sat back down, mouthing a quiet 'sorry'. But I have the perfect idea.
"I know what to do, Kristoff. I'll invite her to my house to bake cookies and Christmas treats, you know, as a way to make her feel more into the American Christmas process. As a matter of fact, I can tell her we can bake them for our chemistry class tomorrow, since it's our last day."
I pat my self on the back, happy that I finally came up with an idea.
Kristoff looked at me skeptically.
"Anna. You don't know the first thing about baking. Do I need too remind you of the last cooking incident you had, nearly burning down the house trying to make your mom breakfast on Mother's Day?"
"Psssh, first of all that was cooking not baking." I shrugged.
"Same difference," he retorted.
"Secondly, I'm way smarter now. All I have to do is look up a few recipes online. It'll be a piece of cake, literally." I said.
Kristoff pursued his lips, unaffected by my attempt at baking puns.
"Well, it looks like you'll be getting your chance to ask her a lot sooner than you thought." Kristoff scoffed.
"Oh yeah? Why is that?" I asked.
"Because, she's right over there. She just walked in…"
And there she was, my little piece of heaven, right by the copier.
"Go get her tiger!" Kristoff snickered.
I glared at him before making my way towards Elsa. She was very focused, and it seemed like she was having a hard time trying to figure it out.
"Here Elsa, I can help you with that." I said grabbing her paper.
She looked at me warmly and smiled.
"Thanks…Hey your in my Chemistry class. Anna right?"
My heart skipped a beat when she said my name. Oh my gosh, she has been paying attention to me after all!
I cleared my throat, trying to play it cool.
"Yep. Anna that's me." I said awkwardly.
She giggles a little bit before continuing.
"Thanks for helping. This copier is a little more complicated than I thought."
"No worries," I said, "You basically have to work at NASA to operate this thing."
"So I guess that makes you a rocket scientist then?" Elsa placed one hand on her hip, giving me a crooked smile. And just when I thought she couldn't be any sexier….
"Well, I wouldn't say rocket scientist. But I have always wanted to be an astronaut."
"Astronaut Anna. I like it." Elsa said.
We sat there and stared at each other with goofy smiles on our faces, when suddenly, I remembered my mission.
"Hey Elsa, I was wondering if you wanted to come over my house and bake cookies tonight? We could bring them in for Chemistry tomorrow, ya know, since it's the last day. But if you can't, that's totally fine. I just-"
"Sure Anna, I would like that."
I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming.
"Say what, come again?" I said in shock.
"Yes," Elsa said, "I would love to come over."
Score! We exchanged numbers and I gave her my address. She leaves to go back to her class, and I strut over to Kristoff with a huge grin plastered on my face.
"I take it everything went well?" Kristoff asked.
"She said yes!" I exclaimed.
"You proposed? Can I be the best man at you're wedding?" Kristoff teased.
I melted down in my seat, still on cloud 9. I can't believe my dream is finally coming true- part of it anyways.
Kristoff snapped his fingers, waking me out of my daze.
"So what are you going to do Anna?"
"I was gonna look online, but now that I think about it, my mom has a few dessert books she just bought. I know a few good ones she tried already. I'm gonna stick with those." I said.
"What if she stands you up with a no-show. Boy, that would be a bummer." Kristoff said.
"God Kristoff, your such a kill joy. Can't I just have my moment? Why do you gotta rain on my parade?" I whined.
"Why do you gotta drive your parade under my rain?" Kristoff sassed.
"Dude, you got Madagascar on your brain. You still watching that movie?" I asked.
"At least three times a week," he chuckled. "Later. Good luck ginger snap. Don't blow it."
Kristoff gathered up his books as the bell rang. I grabbed my stuff, getting ready to go to English.
Man oh man, 3:00 just can't get here fast enough…