Southern Flurries

What exactly was happening?

A whirlwind had swept her up. A most unanticipated culmination of all their interactions before, and yet, this seemed to have been unavoidable. Anna savored the quick kisses being peppered up her neck, bowing her head into the long strewn out platinum locks laid before her. But then, a shutter. The redhead pulled back, so that she could look into the blonde's sapphire eyes. "Something must be wrong," she thought to herself, for where shortly before there had been a wealth of affection and desire, there was now obvious doubt and concern. Had she done something wrong? No, she was through with that notion, for now at least. Now was about pleasure, about feeding a hunger that she had hidden from everyone, even herself, for so many years. She placed a hand upon Elsa's chin, cradling it upwards as she leaned in for another kiss.

Worrying can wait a little longer…

The final bell rang, and thus another day was done. At least the working portion, and now less laborious activities could finally commence. As the small classroom expelled itself into the hallway, Anna shuffled her belongings into her small batman backpack, preparing to navigate the crammed corroders. Eyes darting as rapidly as her body could dodge incoming classmates, she finally found herself at locker number 434. Property of Hans Frederickson.

Her brother's locker was unattended at the moment, mostly due to the fact that it was much easier for her to get here than it was for him. Anna, as personable and kind as she was, tended to keep to herself mostly. Hans however, was worth much more discussion on campus. A talented athlete and academic participant, he was surely caught up right now, chatting with some swooning cheerleader or whichever member of the high school hierarchy felt to grace him with their presence today. This usually postponed their eventual departure several extra minutes, which Anna never minded. Especially at this point of the year, winter was over and a stiff Texas spring had begun to roll in, bringing an all to familiar heat with it. For once, the school was a sanctuary; a brief shelter from the scorching outdoors, and Anna mostly didn't mind relishing the A/C before the long bus ride home.

"Sorry about the delay sis," Anna could hear whispered over her shoulder, prompting here to slide out of the locker's way. Hans effortlessly undid his dial-lock and began grabbing at several unmarked binders before ducking his head back to look at Anna. "I was just talking to Eugene. Only a day left before the exchange students are in town, so we're thinking of throwing a party. Y'know if they like to party in Norway?"

"Beats me… but I'm really not a part of the global party commission, so…" she said with a faint chuckle.

"Well I guess that's a risk we're gonna have to take. And you better be there this time," his eyes focused in on hers. "You know that's not really my scene, um, too much noise" she muttered, shoulders clenching up. Throughout her life, Anna had always dealt with a certain uncomfortably anytime she was forced to join in on one of her brother's social affairs. "I'm sure I won't know there and besides I'm not very fu…" she was silenced by Hans hand. "You think too much about these things, and you're plenty fun. In fact, I'm so sure you'll have a good time that if you do hate it so much after the first hour, then I'll take you and the new chick to Olaf's for ice cream. Deal?"

"Sounds like a fair dea… New chick?" she sputtered out. "Hmm," he grunted while closing his locker. "I guess I forgot to tell you, they gave us some new information on the exchangers. Better late than never I suppose. Her name is Elsa Glasere, apparently come from a pretty well off family over there."

"Elsa? Why would they assign you a girl?" She tilted her head, an auburn braid now dangling onto her shoulder. This was definitely big news to her, and certainly the kind of information that was better to have before they were living together. It had been assumed by just about everyone that the two exchange students would both be male; so a little shock was to be expected at the reveal.

"Well, Eugene got a guy, Kristoff, but I overheard that this Elsa girl's family went through a lot of trouble getting here over here. Must really value the experience," he said while throwing her a light, sarcastic smile.

"So, it looks like it's going to be up to you to really drive in the welcome wagon! Make the lady feel at home." Still grinning, Anna was visibly less enthused than her sibling, but there was a certain new excitement within her.

"It'll be just like having a sister…"

Elsa looked down at her bag, all necessities appeared to be accounted for but she still felt a twinge in her gut. She had always dreamed of traveling away from home, of seeing the world, but on the eve of her first excursion, nerves had begun to consume her.

There had always been a conservative safety to her life thus far. Many simple pleasures had been granted to her over the years, and this had given her a certain freedom to explore herself. Elsa had a certain confidence in who she was and, for the most part, knew what she wanted her future to be like. She had thought about it many a nights, meticulously reciting every detail. She firmly believed that with a foundation of careful planning, she could build the future she had always dreamed of.

It was those damn unexpecteds that shook her stonewall of confidence. "Once I get there, everything will surely be similar enough," she thought to herself.

She had done as much research as she could on what would soon become her temporary mainstay, Texas. A place that seemed so grandiose and romanticized in most of the accounts she had read through. Fictional readings had imprinted a certain expectation upon her mind, of western frontage and thick southern drawls. Things must be different, but so far away, oceans apart, Elsa found herself out of depth when trying to create a realistic portrait of what she would encounter going forward.

After zipping her portmanteau, the blonde laid herself out on her bed, feeling up her pockets to try and find her cell phone. She selected Kristoff under her contacts, and thumbed out, "You already? Nervous?" It was the best she could come up with, she hadn't noticed how thoroughly exhausted she was. And if she was feeling this way, then Kristoff must have been in a similar state.

No response. It was late however, and it was poor thinking on her part to have sent off a text. Sleep, that's what she needed. Soon enough she been departing, anything would be possible, and Elsa would have to pit herself against the real world.

Just have to steer clear of the unexpected…

Easier said than done.