"I'm in love with you, Anna."
Those six simple, sweet words rolled off of my lover's tongue so smoothly. It was like being wrapped in a blanket made of velvet, or falling into a pool of creamy chocolate frosting. It was what I always wanted to hear, what I'd been dreaming of my whole life; or at least, as long as I had known Kristoff. Before I could even think of a response, let alone say something, his face began to close in on me. All I could do was stare into his perfect, tobacco colored eyes, watching as they slowly closed and his gentle lips puckered. I let my own blue orbs flutter shut, plunging my world into darkness which didn't bother me much because I knew what was about to come. I leaned up, aching for the feeling of his warm lips crashing into mine.
Just as fate was about to be sealed, a loud and very annoying banging wiggled its way into the scene. My eyes shot open, and to my dismay, there was no dreamy blonde jock staring back at me. What there was, however, was an empty bedroom. My empty bedroom. With its lavender walls, hardwood floor, and unfortunately empty bed. Oh, what I wouldn't give to wake up next to Kristoff one of these days. Just as I breathed out a sigh, the banging came again, which I soon realized was coming from the other side of my bedroom door. Whoever had ruined my beautiful dream was about to get an even ruder awakening than I had.
I kicked off the heavy comforter that I'd had since I turned twelve. Mother had gotten it for me on my birthday, and although it wasn't anything I'd normally like to be seen using- pink with flowers all over it- I slept with it every night. Anything to keep my mom close to my heart. She'd hardly left anything when she passed away, so I held onto whatever I had. After I got out of my bed, I made sure to lay it back down and smooth it out. Not the best made bed, but decent. I didn't bother looking in the mirror. I knew my hair was a mess and there was probably dried drool somewhere on my chin. The person outside my door could deal with the ferocious image.
I opened my door reluctantly, not exactly wanting to leave my room. I just wished I could fall back asleep and pick up where Kris and I left off. But, as soon as I revealed myself, my sister was practically right in my face. I don't know who else I expected, anyway. It was just the two of us in the house.
"Finally! God, could you be any harder to wake up? You're gonna be late for school if you don't get your ass in the shower right now!"
Ah, Elsa. She was so charming and sweet in the morning. Definitely the best big sister ever, and that was the honest truth. As much as I hated waking up to her (she was so grumpy this early) I had to admit that no one had ever been there for me like she had. Of course there was that long period of time where we didn't talk; she has some freaky ice powers, and she kept herself locked up so she wouldn't hurt me. But when people finally found out (including me), she just broke out of her shell and opened up. It was pretty cool, actually. I loved watching her do tricks, make snowflakes, hell, I even loved when she threw snowballs at me to get my attention. So did everyone at the school.
"I'm up, Els. Relax. It's not like being a few minutes late would kill anybody," I pointed out, trying to sound as calm as possible. The truth is that I'm a huge bitch in the morning too, which I won't try to deny. But, come on, who's actually happy at 6:30 AM? No one that I know. I pushed past Elsa, making my way down the hall and into the bathroom. I found an outfit already laid out on the toilet seat. A pair of jeans, a green t-shirt with some sort of pattern across the chest, and of course my underclothes. Elsa always picked out clothes for me when she knew I'd be running late. It was so kind of her, really. She was like a mother to me sometimes, but the way we argued, it was always clear that she was my big sis. She took full responsibility for me now. When she had turned twenty, she bought us this house and we moved out of our temporary home with our grandparents. I was seventeen now. I was a junior in high school, and Elsa happened to be a teacher's assistant. She brought me to school every morning and if she had to stay a bit later to help out with something, I would stay with her. I didn't mind.
The hot water propelling down onto my bare chest seemed to melt my grumpy mood away. It's not like the dream mattered; I would get my kiss from Kristoff when I got to school, anyway. Lucky for me, he actually was my boyfriend. All my dreams were just visions of our future. I'd see him right when I got there. The thought brought a smile to my lips. I snapped back to reality when I remembered that I had to shower quickly, otherwise I'd be late. I didn't care so much if I was, but I wouldn't want to get Elsa in trouble. And with her being my ride, she would have to suffer the consequences for my actions. I quickly ducked my head under the stream of water, shuddering at the way it tickled the back of my neck when the droplets landed and dripped down my shoulders. Within seconds, my messy crop of reddish hair was drenched. When it was wet, I almost looked like a brunette rather than a ginger. My freckles could tell you otherwise, though. They weren't obnoxiously noticeable, but you could tell I had them. They peppered my cheeks and the bridge of my nose.
In a few minutes, I had my body and hair washed. All that was left was to rinse the conditioner out of my hair. I ducked under the water once more, squinting my eyes when the water dripped down my forehead. It was white from the conditioner. I scrubbed my slender fingers through my tangled hair, speeding up the rinsing. The water dripping from my hair soon became clear and I lifted my head, turning the glass handle until the stream died down and the water stopped coming. A chill rocked my body when I stepped out onto the bathmat. Because of Elsa's ice powers, it was always cold in the house, even though right now it was the beginning of June. She didn't mind it, of course, and I tried not to let it bother me too much. I wouldn't want Elsa to feel bad about it. It's not like she can control it, after all.
I dried my body with the towel Elsa had hung on the hook by the shower. When I ran the fabric over my stomach, I took a moment to glance down at the way it looked. I had abs, you could say. My stomach was toned and rock hard. I'd done so many sports in the past because mom always signed me up so I could make friends, and now Elsa had me doing softball. She loved coming to my games, my practices, seeing how happy I was to be running around and actually being good at something. I loved the sport, so it wasn't a hassle, and the way it kept my body in shape made me feel great. Kristoff loved it, too.
The outfit I wore actually suited me nicely. Thanks, Elsa. I knew I wouldn't have time to blow dry my hair though. It was way too thick to thoroughly dry in a few minutes, so I threw the towel over my head and rubbed it around to soak up some of the water. It didn't do much, but it didn't matter. I always kept my long, strawberry blonde hair bundled up in two pigtail braids, which is what I was tying them into for today. My bangs fell messily over my forehead, but it was whatever. Appearance wasn't a huge deal for me, which is why I never bothered taking the time to put on make up. With a final glance in the mirror, I ventured back out into the hallway and made my way to the kitchen. Elsa was standing by the table with my backpack hanging on the corner of the chair next to her.
"All your stuff is packed," the blonde said, patting my plaid backpack. "I checked your homework, too. Everything's right. I'm proud of you, Bananna."
I groaned at the hideous nickname. I couldn't believe we were seventeen and twenty years old, but Elsa still used it against me. Well, maybe not against me, but she sure loved to tease me with it. I laughed anyway, grabbing my backpack and slinging it over my shoulder.
"Really? You can't let that horrible nickname go, can you, Snowflake?" I said the nickname mockingly, deciding to return fire. It's what sisters did, apparently. Elsa cringed playfully, hitting my shoulder with a look that said 'I love you, but you suck'. Our parents had given us those names as children, and like I said; whatever we had from them, we held onto. No matter how embarrassing it was.
Without another word, we made our way outside into the summer sun. I always loved to see the sun this early. The way it painted the sky with different shades of orange, red, yellow and sometimes even purple just made my morning. A good sunrise could get me through the day, no problem. It was ridiculously hot though, and the fact that Elsa had worn a hoodie made me feel like sweating. I knew that if I pointed it out, she'd give me the same answer. 'I'm cold'. Yeah.
Taking my seat up front, I put my backpack between my feet on the floor of the car and smiled over at Elsa. She started the engine and returned the smile, speeding off down the road in the way that made my stomach flutter. She was a responsible driver, a good one, too. But when the roads were empty and it was just us, she'd go fast, knowing it always gave me a ticklish feeling, sort of a rush. Even though I'd woken up late, the rest of my morning was going just fine. Soon I'd be at school, with my friends and with Kristoff. I couldn't wipe the grin off my face.