so this idea has been in my journal for a while. Just a fair warning the themes in this story will be mature, unlike I'll Stand By You. Don't worry, that story will still be continued, as promised. The themes in Have Some Faith will mainly be about religion and love. Thanks! And oh yeah, cover art is from wantstobuildasnowman on tumblr. She's an amazing artist!

Preface: GENESIS

The golden church bell was in its usual tune, echoing from the tower of the venue. Calling out to people, saying that another Sunday has arrived and mass was starting soon. Church goers have heard, and one by one each person and each family came into the building, greeted by the fresh smell of purple dianthuses. The heavenly creation surrounded the church, especially the altar. The altar, as some may say was where the priest conducted the Eucharistic celebration, therefore making it the most important place in the church.

It was breathtaking.

No, it was beautiful.

The holy place of worship was always beautiful.

"Wow, you outdid yourself again Anna, as usual."

Over by the side of the altar, a small room where they kept the incense was hidden from public view. It was one of those secret doors a church had that sparked interest to the curios eyes. Two people were currently inside. One was mixing frankincense and myrrh, burning them with charcoal, while the other one was by the door, peeking and adoring the whole church.

"We did it together Kristoff, give yourself some credit." The girl dressed in a fine black dress and a red blazer replied. Her brother always had the habit of feeling less accomplished.

"All I did was carry these flowers. You arranged all of them, lit the candles, and prepared the sacristy room…you basically did everything!" Kristoff proceeded to walk over to his sister, trying to help with the incense. He hated the smell of it, and that was the problem. He knew how to make some, but his deep hatred with the smoky scent halts him from mixing the ingredients and burning them.

Anna personally loved the smell of the smoke and its mixed product, and she doesn't mind being in charge with incense duty.

"Kiddos, we got fifteen minutes. Y'all decided who's commentating?" Their father, Jonathan came inside the door, causing both to turn their attention to the man.

Jonathan Roberts was a proud father and husband to his family. He was raised as a religious Catholic and he has passed it on to both Anna and Kristoff along with the help of his wife, Bette Roberts, who was also a loyal member to the Catholic Church. He was one of San Antonio's renowned real estate agents, giving him and his family a prosperous life.

Anna Roberts looked a lot like her father. She had his red orange hair, sky blue eyes, and freckles. She was the eldest daughter of the Roberts family, and she knew her responsibilities in the family, in the church, and in school. Growing up, she was taught at a young age how to hunt, fish, camp and everything that's basically in her southern roots. Now, Anna loved her country roots and all she ever did was go to school, hang with friends, go to church, and hunt.

Kristoff Roberts on the other hand, looked like their college professor mother, Bette. They both had similar blonde hair and brown eyes. Although Kristoff loved to hunt as well, he wasn't as much involved with it like Anna. He was a horse rider, an equestrian. The horses at their ranch back in Fredericksburg are all healthy and strong because of him.

Jonathan took a moment to adore his children. They were all grown up now, it seems like it was just yesterday they could both fit in his arms. In a few months Anna would move on to college, while Kristoff's dreams of going to Nationals with his equestrian skills are coming closer. The siblings were pretty close, as they both stood there all matched and ready. Anna with her black dress and red blazer complimented Kristoff's black suit and red tie. He felt some tears in the corner of his eyes.

"Dear?"

They all looked to the direction of their mother, who stood behind their father.

Jonathan faced her. "Yes dear?"

"Father Ray has arrived, and needs your presence."

He nodded and followed his wife.

"It's your turn today, Kristoff." Anna declared, hoping the blond boy wouldn't refuse.

"Since you did it last Sunday, I'll give you a chance."Kristoff walked out of the room, preparing the guide and mass intentions a commentator needed in his podium.

Anna formed a smile on her face. She loved church. It was a treasure she will hold on to forever.

Seventy minutes passed and the sacrament meeting was over. Everyone around the chapel stood, heading to the grounds for the linger-longer. They all dressed impeccably fancy, like they came out from a magazine. The men stood in dress shirts, ties, and slacks; the women in modest Sunday's best dresses. Elsa sighed in comfort. She finally came home for a visit, and she didn't care if BYU gave their students a five week break.

It was enough.

She missed everything she left in San Antonio: her family, her friends, and even the brisk smell of Texas soil. She admits Utah is very beautiful, but hands down, her home state was even more enchanting.

"Elsa!"

"Welcome back!"

"We missed you!"

Every person came up to her, giving her hugs, and asking how college has been for her. She gave them a huge smile, and an answer that college has been hard yet the experience was incredible. Every member of her ward absolutely adored her.

Elsa Bassett, the eldest of two, is the sweetest girl you'd meet. She is the perfect example of a member of the LDS church, and at the age of twenty one, her achievements were piling on top of each other. She came as class valedictorian in high school, went on a mission at nineteen years old, went to state competition twice for tennis, and had been accepted to one of the best universities in the United States. She has more achievements, but these were particularly the high lights. Aside from that, she's still a nice and down to earth person, who at the same time was also very beautiful, with platinum blonde hair, steel blue eyes, and a smile to die for.

She noticed her younger brother approach her from the corner of her eye.

Hans dressed dapper, with his gray wool suit and green tie that matched his eye color. She grinned at the sight of him; he grew up to be such a tall boy. She remembered how she was taller than him when he hadn't been smacked by puberty. He's eighteen now, almost ready to graduate high school and go to College Station, or wherever he wanted to go. The only thing annoying her was his auburn sideburns.

"You really need to shave."

"No, Elsa. We've been through this." Hans acknowledged.

"I see you talking to Natasha," Elsa smirked. "Do you like her?"

"Oh please, she's great and all, but there's no attraction."

"Do you really need attraction to be in love?"

Hans nodded. "Speaking of attraction, have you found someone?"

"No, I haven't. And I'm not planning to find one." Elsa sneered. She knew where this conversation was going.

"Look, I know how you feel. I don't want to be pressured into this as well, but dad is just so… persistent." He frowned, knowing how his sister felt.

Elsa narrowed her eyes. She hated it. She hated the fact that she was pressured into finding someone and get married because of her age. Truth was she wanted to fall in love, not get infatuated and decide to marry a few months later. She's still in college for Pete's sake! Her excitement of coming back home for some rest and relaxation erupted, because of course, no matter where she went she was still a Mormon. She felt envious towards other people from her ward, whose families didn't expect too much from them, who didn't duress them to do something they disliked.

Sometimes she hated being a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.