I don't own Frozen. This is my first attempt on this fandom so please be kind on me.
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I wish I can get along well with the flow like other people. Blending in nicely without attracting unnecessary attention. Being nice enough but not too nice and being smart but not too smart to be remarkable. Be ordinary good kid and have enough friends and not getting isloated by society. I wish I can do that but circumstances never allow me to do so.
Especially since the day I met her.
It is a curse to have sensitive heart as well an observant eyes. Which I oftenly wish I can switch them off and on in a blink.
"So, Anna... can you just help me this once? I promise I will do better in next presentation."
I look up from my textbook. My day has started in spectacular fashion when the teacher has split the class into group of four to do presentation for the end of term. The presentation should hold 30 percents of total grade mark.
I always have the worst of the luck out there since I stuck with the most three unreliable people.
I never pride myself to be a smart person. I'm average at least in academic. I get to enroll in this famous college thanks to the athletic scholarship. However, there are terms and requirements for the scholarship to stay full and free. One of them is to get above average academic grades.
I feel massive headache coming in.
"At least you need to attend the group discussion, we need to split the task." I reply in flat tone.
Eric, the guy in front of me right now is famous to be a free loader in group assignment. He can get free grade without doing a thing by simply flashing his charming smile to his female companion.
Not that it would work on me, ever.
"I know, I promise I'll come." He smiles with his perfect white teeth smile.
I roll my eyes as a reaction, "Coming is not enough, you need to participate and do your work."
Eric nods and then waves his hand, "Deal, now I need to go. See ya tomorrow."
I wonder if I have let him off too easy. Then I turn my attention back to the rest of the group.
Ariel, the red-haired girl who seems very dejected that now Eric has taken off and then Jasmine, the southern rich girl who is retaking the class for third time. At least, she is nice.
I can smell the failure looming in the air.
Opposite of our table, there is a popular group which is emitting success in the air. Being petty girl myself, I eye the table which consist the most famous students in campus ground. However, the one who stands out the most among that crowd is one particular platinum blond woman, Elsa Andersen. Although she is more well-known as Elsa Frost Queen of Arendelle College. There are rumors that the girl dislikes to be called and recognized by her own family name.
I always feel my life has turned upside down since the day I met her.
2 years ago on the welcoming party for freshmen, I still remember how her icy blue eyes caught up with mine full of curiosity.
That evening the woman was fashionably late while the crowd welcoming her with applause and whistles. The boys automatically flocked around her like meat but she was moving around with the most grace I've ever witnessed.
Of course for me, who is cursed with bad luck since I was born, had to barf and throw up after the drinking game. I've always been a lightweight for alcohol, if I could, I should've skipped the entire party and holed up in my room finishing latest season of Game of Thrones.
Fate did not allow me to have bit of fun.
I could still remember Elsa's expression when I threw up in front of her, almost splattering her shoes with my stomach content. I saw it, I was drunk but not stupid yet. I saw the disgust expression on her flawless face in fraction of second which was then replaced by a fake concern as she patted my shoulder.
"Are you okay?" Her voice though did not hold any concern at all. I, Anna Summers who had been trained by life itself to be observant in order to survive the society then suddenly knew.
Elsa Frost is a heartless two-faced woman.
After Elsa's act to be worried for my whole being just then the guys around her had roughly pulled me away from the drinking table. I was lucky one of the seniors kindly enough to escort me to the exit and waited until I got a cab in the middle of Saturday night.
After that one shameful night, I prefer methodically to not cross path with the Queen of Arendelle college. Or so people has been calling her.
I wish I am not that observant to notice how Elsa has been pulling strings and toying with people's feelings around her. Her friends are mostly superficial rich girls who is befriending her for Elsa's good reputation and loaded wealth. It is no secret that Andersen family is very famous family in the country.
I feel I cannot get through my college life peacefully if I have to deal with the platinum blonde girl who is 1 year my senior. The woman should've been taking accelerated year program or participate in scholarship to go abroad, instead she is still studying and taking classes like us normal students with normal brain and wealth.
I let out a long sigh and shake my head repeatedly.
"Are you okay, Anna?" Jasmine, who is sitting beside me finally asks. She has been studying the subject for presentation but from her look, I guess she barely understand any of it. I need to cut my practice time to teach her some points for the presentation. Ariel is smart enough to do her share but her flighty nature is worrying enough, not to mention Eric.
The class then ends with the professor assigns each group, a theme for presentation.
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"You look gloomy," Merida stares at me as we are stretching before doing several laps. Today we supposed to do hurdle run but the coach suddenly has change of heart and tell them to do simple laps.
Merida and I have been friends since high school, it is a bless to have similar face around. Merida always jokes around that redheads should stick together. I slightly disagree when I think about Ariel Green. Merida scrunches up her face if I merely mention the girl's name. We have similar thought about the subject.
"I get a group presentation with the Green girl." I stretch my legs and bend my body forward. Warming up before running is important, but I always cannot wait to set my feet free on the field.
"No wonder you seem like someone has kicked your puppy." Merida chuckles.
"I don't have a dog."
"Yeah you do." Her red mane bounces as she makes a gesture with her head toward the bleacher.
A blond muscular guy is sitting with a soda can in hand. His gaze is fixed ahead on my direction. Kristoff Bjorgmann.
I groan. "Not again. I said I'm not interested!"
Merida snorts, "You didn't say that, you just saying nicely to him that you cannot go to eat lunch with him because you do not eat lunch. I can't believe sometimes that I have very lame best friend."
I shove Merida on the shoulder. "Shut up."
Why is it so hard to push people away and say no to their face? I wish people would take a hint, but again, it is only me who is cursed with observant and overthinking trait.
"Uh oh." Merida's gaze shifts a bit to another side of bleacher. "Another blond spotted. Seriously Anna, are you sure you are not attracting the blond folks?"
I turn my head following Merida's direction. My eyes widen slightly.
Several seats above, there sit Elsa Frost back straight with history book in hand.
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"Elsa Frost is a nice girl, you know." Merida voices her opinion after practice. "I can't understand you are so paranoid for being around her. Everyone adores her, all lecturers, student body, and well, boys. She is the most down to earth among her group. I cannot stand that bitch Rapunzel, she is so selfish and act all important around."
I hum lightly, neither agree or disagree. No body will understand, I do not expect Merida would understand anyway.
My memories go to the event 2 years ago.
I tried my best to avoid Elsa Frost in campus ground. The platinum blond girl is member of literature and cheerleading club. So I need to take a long detour to library and football court. Since she is so well-liked, several professors has asked her to be their assistant so the woman could be seen wandering the professor's office.
Elsa Frost never makes my life easy.
My luck has running out when I crossed path with her on the elevator. When the elevator door was about to close, someone from the inside has hold it open for me. That was none other but Elsa Frost.
I gulped and suddenly felt nervous. So I took a step back, exit the elevator immediately.
Elsa merely raised an eyebrow at me, "Not getting in?"
I shook my head, "I will take the stairs." And then I flee the scene like a monkey, half jumping and dashing to the emergency stairs.
As I took the stair down, I tripped and fell between the stairs. Thanks to my good reflex, I barely hurt myself but my paper assignments have scattered around the floor.
Then suddenly I felt a chill running through my back. I was on my knees, gathering my precious assignment when a pair of jimmy choos shoes stepped on one of my paper on the floor.
"Are you okay?" The same voice, very similar like several nights ago asked. I knew the voice owner but not dare to look up as the chill has made me trembling.
"You should've been more careful, Anna. Do not want to hurt your foot for running, hmm?"
The chill has turned into a snow blizzard as I have been frozen on that spot.
Not until the clicked sounds of the heels leaving me turned into a distant away that I can function my muscles back normally.
Somehow that day, I feel like I witnessed the true character of Elsa Frost, and it was very scary.
After that my life has been more difficult.
Elsa Frost would greet me everytime we are crossing path no matter where. She would greet me with grand gesture that everyone in campus has thought that the Queen of Arendelle College is taking a charity case of one anonymous poor girl that got athletic scholarship. Even one of professors asked me whether or not I disturb Miss Frost study time since she seems very tired lately.
I feel like plucking my hair out.
The torture did not end there. One Monday morning, a girl from management class had approached me with tears on her eyes. I remembered her as the girl in one of the welcoming party where she was the one who leeching around entire team of basketball club in one night. Well, I did see her kissing and making out with at least three boys outside the women's bathroom.
That day, the picture of that evening has spread out on campus website.
Of course she thought it was me who took and spread it out. Even though I had defended my self that I hadn't brought my phone or any camera with me to the bathroom.
Entire campus knew she was a whore and entire campus knew I am the tell-tale girl who got slapped hard by the whore.
It was embarrassing and spectacular year.
One thing that everyone did not know about that night was... I saw Elsa Frost standing near the stairs of women's restroom. And she had smiled at me.
No one knew and even if I told the truth no one would believe me. No one would believe a tell-tale girl over Queen of Arendelle. So I waited it out, I waited until new rumour came and replaced my fame back with anonimosity.
The day the angry girl slapped me I saw Elsa Frost standing outside the library with similar smile from that night.
I shuddered.
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It is winter. Some students are planning for the winter holiday. I hate winter since my time to use the track field would be limited. Winter festive in Arendelle college always be held in that field. It has been like that for the last 2 years since Elsa Frost was the head of committee steadfully.
"Cheer up." Merida took a spot beside me, she brings a cup of hot coffee as an offering.
I pout, Merida is always so good in accepting fate. I wish I could be so adaptable like her.
"Now we know why Frost has been hanging around the field. She was taking survey for the festival spot." Merida stares ahead the empty track field. The weather is getting colder now and I wish I have put extra layer with me before going out.
I snort, Elsa Frost is a meticulous woman. To get outside and do rough work by herself is beneath her. If she wants to take survey for location, she can ask one of her henchmen from the football club.
"Coach told us that the field is rather slippery when it's snowing. Many students sprained their ankle 3 years ago because they insisted to practice in winter holiday. The track on football field however is more durable. We can practice there."
I have thought about that but set the idea aside since I am sure Elsa Frost would be there also.
"Anyway, shouldn't you be in history class right now?" Merida looks at me after checking the time.
"Rapunzel, the class representative texted me that the professor moved the schedule this week." I shrug. Therefore I prefer to hang out with Merida now.
"So why I met Jasmine earlier on the way to the history class?"
In my epiphanies, I should've known better by now to not trust Rapunzel White.
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The History professor, Mr Weselton is not a man that could be underestimated. He is harsh in giving grades even harsher to those who come late to his class. I have seen how he deducts point from student who totally not attend the class.
In other words, it's better to be late than skip completely.
No matter how stealthily I try to make an entrance to the classroom, Mr Weselton still able to catch me entering along with the other students. The professor glances at me with one disapproving look.
"Your name?" He asks with voice like a thunder.
"... Summers, Anna Summers." I reply nervously. I can see on the corner of my eye that one golden blond girl, Rapunzel White is snickering along with her friends. Of course Elsa Frost would be there too, oddly though, she is not giggling with her friends.
"I will remember your name for this term. Now, take a seat," Mr Weselton swats his hand like I am an annoying bug that interrupting his lecture.
Walking to my seat, I make sure to throw a glare toward Rapunzel direction. What is it that make her intentionally giving me a false information on the scariest class in this department?
Rapunzel does not meet my glare, Elsa's eyes do.
For the first time in knowing Elsa Frost, I notice guilt inside the ice blue eyes of hers.
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2 years ago in welcoming party, the first time I met Elsa Frost was on the back of an alley behind the bar.
I was one of the freshmen who had to empty a whole giant glass as obligation of tradition. So I thought hiding was the solution since I barely able to take a sip of alcohol, let on a giant glass. That would be the death of me.
When I took an exit from the back door, I didn't expect to stumble onto a crying woman nearby a dumpster. I had a feeling it was a bad idea back then to confront a crying stranger, but I did it anyway.
It was not my fault that on that day I had witnessed Elsa Frost's tears.
At that time the seniors have introduced themselves, including the 'Queen' who is the most flawless and beautiful woman I have ever met. At least that was the first impression I got from Elsa. She has been friendly with the freshman and charitable host in the evening. The boys fell head over heels directly and the girls admire her. I was one of those girls. The platinum blond woman is very graceful and stunning. She smiled to everyone, patiently and politely answering everyone's question, even the most untoward.
I think there is no such person who can handle any situation expertly and elegantly like Elsa Frost. Even she did rejection to each guys who had been hitting on her with such grace and class. She is a Queen and I was in awe.
So, witnessing the perfect Queen crying behind the bar and leaning her back on one of the dumpster was a very paradox experience.
And she caught me. She caught me witnessing her red swollen eyes and wet cheeks with trail of tears. Her sobs ceased immediately, and stared at me as if waiting for a reaction from me.
Instead I turned my back and retreated my way to find another hiding spot.
After that, series of unfortunate things have been befalling me with no mercy.
Deep down, I feel like Elsa Frost has caused me a lot of my misfortunes, at least manipulate and orchestrates the some aspects in my life like professional evil planner. And then I cannot tell anyone since people will think me as paranoid and crazy junior who keeps hatred on the famous Queen.
So I keep quiet, I deal with it in silence. I wish Elsa Frost would be bored toying with me and move her attention to anyone else.
This year though, my torture seems not yet end. The platinum blond has different idea on how to make my daily life a living hell.
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The next week on mr Weselton class, the professor has informed the class that Elsa Frost is the new class representative. I ponder with the new information, sometimes I wonder how the woman arrange her busy schedule for people around her. I barely have a life with classes and my part-time job.
Another strange thing again today the woman has sit separately from her friends and move to sit 2 seats away from mine. Whether they have a fight or not, I don't care. It seems that Rapunzel has been gloomy in past few days because she cannot be clingy around Elsa Frost lately.
That is another question.
I should mind my own business, my energy should be spent on something more productive.
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I take Merida's advice to practice on football field. Since most of cheerleading members will be busy preparing the winter festival, I can at least enjoy my run peacefully with Merida today.
"Here." Merida again, hands me over a cup of hot coffee. She seems to materialize a lot of hot drinks lately.
"Thanks, you are so generous lately," I grin, gratefully accept the hot beverage.
Merida responds by throwing me an odd look, "what do you mean?"
I point at the hot coffee, "You have been buying me coffee, you do not even like coffee." Merida is a devote tea drinker.
"I thought you've been buying all that yourselves, I just bring it with me here, thinking you always forget to bring it here after run..."
I blink, once twice... I have been drinking hot coffee in past several days everytime I hang out with Merida in the field.
"You know I don't have time to buy drinks on the way here. Beside, this coffee is from Oaken's. It's rather pricey..." I mumble now eyeing my coffee skeptically. It's always americano with a bit of foam and hazelnut, my favorite.
Merida shrugs, "Well, just enjoy your free coffee, lass. I wish someone would treat me a royal milk tea everyday."
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Today, I choose to skip my morning run to figure out who is the mysterious coffee buyer. If the person knows my schedule of morning run, he or she should have been woken up early to run to Oaken's and place an order.
I knew stalking out a coffee shop is the most ridiculous idea ever but I am too curious. I have a hunch that it would be Kristoff Bjorgmann but that guy is not so perceptive to be able to figure out my favorite kind of coffee. The person must be my admirer, or worse, a stalker.
Even though I have bundled up with extra jacket beneath my coat, I still shudder from the cold wind. At least when I am running, I can chase the cold away. So I try to rock back and forth on the ball of my feet and jog lightly to warm up my body.
A voice has caught me off of guard.
"What are you doing here, Anna?" The familiar chill wrap up my entire soul as I do turnaround to face the famous Queen of Arendelle.
Elsa Frost, standing with flawless appearance despite the early morning, with a cup of coffee in hand.
I feel my jaw drop slightly as I know this time there is no way to run and I have to confront the woman head on to get away quickly.
"Ah... nothing, I just... well, think to buy a coffee?" Is that an answer or question? I feel stupid.
Elsa's gaze goes to Oaken's shop and then back to my face. Her eyes seem to contemplate something as she twitches up a small smile.
"Well, here." The platinum blond casually hands out her coffee. "The barista messed up my order but I was too tired to argue and now... you can have it." She says.
I look at the plastic cup and then back to Elsa. Is she serious?
"I... Well," I do not know how to refuse this. How to refuse a cup of coffee, tell me?
Quickly Elsa reaches for one of my hand and forcefully place the cup onto mine. "Take it,"
I gape like a fish.
Elsa is about to turn back toward the campus ground before she slightly tilts her head back at my direction, "It's getting colder, don't catch a cold."
It is amazing how long I have been standing on the spot until Elsa Frost disappears from my sight. Absentmindedly, I take a sip of the coffee.
It's americano with a bit foam and hazelnut.
Damn.
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