Author's Note: Hey there guys! This is Evil. What I have for you today is my very first independent project. Originally, I had planned to make this a one shot, but as fate would have it, it turned out longer than I expected. So here it is! The very first chapter of Perhaps! I hope y'all will like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Frozen or any of its characters. All rights are to their respective owners. Secondly, this is written in third person omniscient (please correct me if I'm wrong), so the point of views will confuse you on the first read. Forgive me for that.
"I don't know what more I can do to show her how much I love her. She's always on date's with other guys to notice. Doesn't she see how much and how long I've tried? It's like I don't even exist. What should I do, Elsa? I'm at the end of my rope here."
Looking up from his hands, chocolate eyes sought comfort in the bright, icy blue ones across an ancient-looking mahogany desk. As usual they were staring back at him, calculating his every word, and action. On the surface they were cold and unfeeling, but once scratched and removed, they held all the love and care in the world. She was always there. Never wavering when he needed her most without complaint. Such was her profession. Elsa Arendelle is a therapist, specializing from young children to the elderly. Not once has she been given a bad review. Since opening a clinic here in America, there wasn't a problem she couldn't solve—that is until she met Kristoff Bjorgman. The man who lost everything except his love for her baby sister, Anna. He moved here from their motherland of Norway, hoping to start a whittling business. Things started out well for him at first, but coming from a completely different country with limited knowledge of English took its toll. His kindness was taken advantage of constantly, and whittling, while unique in its own right wasn't popular with this fast paced society. If it wasn't for the fair-haired therapist, he'd still be on the streets begging. And from Elsa, he learned the harsh reality of the world around him. He no longer trusted so easily, spoke more to get his point across, and looked into the depths of a person before deciding if they're worthy of his affections. Since then he was a happy man. Elsa had taken him on as her gardener, though not what he wanted out of life, he was grateful. He was given a spacious room in her house, good pay, and much to his surprise, a little shed to continue his whittling. His employer hoped that one day he might become a carpenter, instead of limiting himself to just his whittles.
Unsurprisingly, he complied with her wishes. He took English and carpentry classes at the community college nearby. Despite his social awkwardness, he made friends who became his family. There was Sven and his grandfather, whom everyone called Granpabbie, and Olaf, the little high school senior who absolutely adored warm hugs. All were supportive of the blonde man's endeavors, Granpabbie and Sven came every weekend to help Kristoff learn his trade while Olaf came by everyday with hot chocolate and a hug to say "You can do it!" Even Elsa saw how hard her charge worked and every day when he came back from school or a long night in the shed, dinner was always ready for him. Not matter what time of night it was, it was there waiting for him at the grand table in the dining room. Each time, Elsa herself was present either reading through her patients files or a novel. But she never failed to ask Kristoff how his day was or what he'd accomplished in the hours before. And as he recounted each tale her smile grew wider and her laugh became sweeter. He couldn't help but think how beautiful the older woman was. Like him, she was Norwegian and had blonde hair. But these were only generalizations. Where his hair was golden, hers was nearly as white as snow. Her complexion was paler than his and her accent not as harsh. Had he not met Anna, he could've fallen for her. However, she was older by years and life experience. She was a strong, intelligent, and independent woman. He would've never stood a chance, and the fact that she had a boyfriend named Garrett didn't help either. He never felt that way for Elsa though. She was an older sister to him, someone who forced their way into his life to make it better on his behalf whether he wanted it or not. Like she promised on the day he moved in, she would always drop whatever she's doing to come and support the young man whenever he needed her. Just as she would for Anna. Just as she's doing right now.
"I don't know if you'll like what I'm about to say, but I want you to really think if this is how you want to lead your life. You're chasing after someone that breaks your heart over and over. And one day you're going to wake up and realize how much time you've wasted trying to convince someone who will never appreciate all you've done and given up for her, of your love. Kristoff, you've had so many opportunities in life since you graduated and you've passed up every one of them in order to be with Anna. I can't stand seeing you like this. Anna is a free soul, there's only so much I can say, only so much I can do to turn you to her favor. But you know as well as I that my sister won't listen to what I tell her." As she spoke, the frost in her eyes melted, and she had reached over to take his hand in hers. His pain was her pain—she would never let him go through this alone.
She was right though. He didn't like what she had said, but she wasn't wrong about what was spoken either. He knew he'd have that realization one day, but he'd hoped that he'd never have to face it so soon. He knew what she was hinting at was for the best. But it wasn't something he wanted to accept. Not yet anyway. It was hard for both of them. They'd gone through thick and thin together since they first met. The first establishing his life in America, the other dealing with the fear that Garrett may never come home the day he walks out the door for deployment. But even in his own self-pity, Kristoff knew Elsa was taking this harder than he. As much as she loved Anna, she never felt more disappointed in her own blood until today.
Baby blue eyes glared across the street in distaste. Even though they had broken up a month ago, Hans still had an air about him that made her want him back. But she never truly knew him. Sure, they'd gone on dates for the past half year but she never fully broke through the walls of her red haired ex. At first he was kind, always walking her home and opening the door for her. Always calling each night to say 'sweet dreams,' and even made it a point to be on time so that he may indulge her. The perfect gentleman. Anna should have known better, nobody was and ever will be perfect. Yet here she was, alone in a coffee shop still pining after him. Too naïve to realize that she hadn't scratched the surface of his character. Too upset to realize that he left because the prize he desired was deemed unattainable when he met Garrett, Elsa's Marine boyfriend. Within moments of meeting the rest of Anna's small family last month Hans knew the Marine wanted to throttle him. Despite his laid-back attitude, he knew Hans only wanted the Arendelle fortune and made it a point to corner the boy the day after. Leave or live to regret it. That's all that was said, and that was all the invitation he needed to leave. Even if the man got deployed, he'd still find some way to watch Hans from wherever he'd be sent. So there was no point in taking any risks. Besides, he was still young and spry. No match for Garrett but still enough to attract another unsuspecting maiden in hopes of making a fortune. Anna be damned. He wasn't going to risk his neck for a ditz and an inheritance that made Elsa the beneficiary until her red haired little sister graduated from college. It wasn't worth it, and neither was Anna.
Yet unknown to Anna, Kristoff thought she was worth more than the world. Instead she sat wallowing in sadness. Several times today Elsa called to ask where she was. Somewhere after the fifth call she put her phone on silent, not wanting to hear Elsa's 'You need to get over him. He was never good for you anyway speech'. What did she know? The guy she's with rarely comes over and doesn't even kiss her. They've been together for years and they aren't engaged yet! What is there to tell her when she doesn't even have a ring to prove their love? She and Hans were engaged once upon a time. Then out of the blue, he took back the ring and never came back. Not even a week later she heard he was out with some other girl. She didn't know what to make of it. He told her he loved her, and they had so much in common. What went wrong? Was it because she didn't let him-
"Anna. It's time to go home. Elsa's leaving tomorrow morning."
Startled, the said girl snapped out of her reverie. Of course she'd forget at a time like this. How selfish of her. Elsa's been delaying the trip to Norway with her boyfriend for months already and finally the blonde woman decided to give herself leave from work for a long while. Three months of no Elsa breathing down her neck. Sweet months of being able to eat chocolate without feeling guilty. And most of all, she might be able to have some time to herself to actually go out enjoy what life had to offer. The red-haired girl allowed herself a small smile. While her sister had good intentions, holding the free spirited girl back from going to college parties with friends and midnight hangouts was just too boring. What was the fun in staying at home studying when the night was awake and living? Gingerly, she picked herself up from her seat and strode past the blonde carpenter, showing little recognition of her sister's charge. The walk home wasn't that long, and she wanted to get home in time for dinner.
*Time Skip*
As usual, the walk home was uneventful. Walking by the same buildings, the same people she's known since she was a young girl. And while she loved her little town, she just wanted to go and experience more. The second she walked in the door Elsa reprimanded her for not answering her phone. Which she expected. Anna did after all silence her phone. She patiently waited until her sister was done with her rant, not wanting to upset her more than she already had. Despite having the responsibilities of a parent early in life, the older Arendelle was fair and understood Anna's need for freedom—which she was granted up to a point. No leaving the city limits. That and no alcohol and/or drugs. Sex before marriage of course, forbidden. All were fair limitations, at least all of them except the 'no leaving city limits.' But who dared say no to Elsa? She knew what it took in order to succeed in her profession, and raising Anna was no different. Even if her elder sister became her legal guardian, nothing changed between the two. They were sisters, always there for each other. Only recently though, had they begun to grow apart—which was expected. They both wanted different things out of life, so what the other did stopped becoming a surprise to the other. What did surprise her today though, was when she looked up from her phone to find that their gardener had been eating with them at the dining table.
"Oh hey Kristopher! When did Elsa invite you over? She didn't tell me we'd have a guest with us tonight."
Sharply, the said woman looked up from her book. She was livid and whatever she was about to say was left unsaid, because Kristoff answered for her.
"My name is Kristoff and I eat dinner here every night. I've lived here for years now."
Author's Note: Ironically, I got this idea from listening to Let It Go by Idina Menzel, The King & The Lionheart by Of Monsters and Men, and Everything You Want by Vertical Horizon. These songs don't really go together in my opinion, so it was really amusing coming up with this. Again I hope y'all enjoyed it.