"Oh my God, no!"
Elsa frantically searched for her keys, already late to the dinner Anna had invited her to. Practically running outside, she didn't forget to lock the door behind her. But she did forget one key element. Her shoes.
"Fuck."
Rushing back inside of her house, she grabbed her black flats and returned to her car. She grabbed her black flats and returned to her car. She jumped into her silver Aston Martin and shoved the keys into the ignition, starting the car. Pulling out of the driveway, she headed to her sister's house.
Anna waited patiently for a Elsa to arrive, sitting next to her husband in their living room.
"I don't think she's coming," her husband said. "It's already six."
"Shut up, Kristoff, I'm sure she wouldn't just blow me off like that without calling."
Moments later, the doorbell rang and Anna smiled, giving Kristoff an 'I told you so' look.
"See? That has to be her."
Anna leaped from the couch and ran over to the door.
"Elsa!" She exclaimed as she opened the door.
"Wow, I haven't seen you in forever! You look amazing. How's the baby?"
The last time Elsa heard from Anna, her sister had just dropped out of college after finding out she was pregnant. With her ex-boyfriend's baby.
"They're doing great, actually."
Elsa furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Although Anna wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, she at least would've known not to use a plural.
"They? Don't you mean 'he' or 'she'?"
"No, I mean they." Anna let out a long breath. "I found out they were twins."
"Well… twice as fun, right?"
Anna sighed and bounded up the stairs, returning with two small children in her arms. The sight was enough to melt Elsa's heart.
"Oh my god! They're adorable!" Elsa exclaimed.
"Aren't they? This one—" Anna tilted her head towards a little girl in her right arm. "—is Emma. The boy is Ethan. He... took after his father."
Ethan had dark ginger hair and green eyes like his father, Hans Westergard. Emma looked exactly like her mother, with strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes, freckles, and rosy cheeks.
"Yeah, it looks like it. How old are they?"
"They're almost three now."
"Wow. I haven't seen you for a long time, then."
Anna opened her mouth to reply, but was cut off by a shriek. Emma had now exploded into tears after her brother hit her in the nose. Ethan didn't seem to care that he had upset his sister, he was too busy laughing.
That kid is no different from his dad...
"I think it's time for both of you to eat," Anna cooed.
Elsa smiled softly as Anna walked to the kitchen, stopping along the way to receive a kiss from Kristoff. She strolled to the living room after removing her shoes to chat with the tall, muscular blonde.
"What's up?"
"Kids. It's tiring."
Kristoff was Anna's childhood friend. They had grown up together, and little did Anna know that Kristoff was head over heels for her. Once Kristoff found out that Hans only used Anna for sex, he was there for her every second of the day.
"Yeah, most everything is tiring. It kind of makes you want to overdose on your anti-depressants or get out the blade again."
"Wait, what?"
"Er, it was just a suggestion. You know, like, a joke."
Elsa got up quickly and made her way to the kitchen before Kristoff could make any further comments.
"Do you need help, Anna?" Elsa asked.
"Oh, um," Anna replied. "Can you grab the baby food on the top shelf of the fridge?"
Elsa opened the fridge and searched for the food Anna told her to get. Grabbing them and shutting the fridge with her foot, she gave them to Anna, who was at the microwave.
So when is and what's for dinner?
As if answering Elsa's question, a thick cloud of black smoke emerged from the oven.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Anna yelled.
"Oh, wow, that's the most cursing I've heard in a sentence in a while," Elsa remarked.
"I'm sorry for bringing you over here for a non-existent dinner," Anna said. She had put a lot of energy into that chicken, and more trying to contact her sister.
"No, it's okay. I've actually found my fifteen minutes here quite... interesting."
Anna sighed and turned off the oven, repeatedly cursing under her breath. Taking the bottles out of the microwave, she placed her children in their high chairs and stuck spoons in their food, then walked over to the living room and plopped down on the couch in defeat.
"I'll open the door so we don't suffocate," Elsa offered.
"You might not want to—"
A brown and white cat burst in through the door as Elsa opened it, causing her to scream and jump backwards.
"Why the hell is there a cat? When the fuck did you get a cat? I'm fucking allergic to those creatures!"
"I tried to tell you," Anna noted.
Elsa scowled at her sister and climbed on top of the table, out of reach of the cat.
"Can someone please get this animal out of here?"
Kristoff rolled his eyes and stood up.
"Here, Sven!" He called.
Sven jumped onto the table and rubbed against Elsa before leaping into Kristoff's arms. Elsa slid off of the table cautiously after Kristoff had thrown Sven back outside.
"What the hell was that? It was big, and furry, and it was scary!"
"It was a cat. A Norwegian Forest Cat. Now you'd best be going before your allergies start acting up," Kristoff said impatiently.
"It's hair is everywhere! Do you brush that thing?"
Kristoff only had time to utter a sigh before Elsa exploded into a series of sneezes. Her eyes started to water and she made her way to the living room to get the inhaler out of her purse before her asthma started to act up. Taking a few puffs of her inhaler, she sat on the couch opposite of Anna and let out a long breath.
"Thanks for inviting me over here and all, but I'm gonna go now. Maybe we can do this again… and at my place."
"Yeah," Anna replied, surprised. "Sounds like a good idea."
Elsa stood up and gathered her things, sliding on her shoes.
"Bye, and thank you."
Taking in a huge whiff of the air outside, Elsa ducked into her car and drove off.
The next morning, Elsa parked her car on a curb and stepped out. She walked down the sidewalk and pulled out her phone, texting Anna yet another apology. The next thing she felt after putting her phone away was a head-on collision with somebody and a hot beverage spilling onto her shirt.
"What the fuck—"
She looked up and saw a man with white hair staring at his shoes— wait, he didn't have shoes. He was staring at his bare feet.
"I'm sorry, sir," Elsa said, immediately thinking he was an elderly man. "I'll buy you another coffee or whatever."
"No, you really don't have to. I'll just wait until tomorrow when I get my coffee money again."
Elsa widened her eyes at the voice, even more surprised when the man raised his head. He looked young— about his mid-twenties.
"I'm going to buy you another drink. It's my fault, I should have been watching where I was going," Elsa insisted.
"You really dont—"
"Let's go."
Elsa took the young man's hand and led him into Southern Isles Fresh Brew.
"Now, what did you get?"
"Um… just a regular coffee."
"Anything inside?"
The man bit his lip and lowered his gaze.
"I… I didn't really have money for anything special, but… some sugar and creamer would be nice, I mean, if it's not too much to ask."
"No, no, of course not. I'll get it for you."
Elsa walked up to the counter, ordered two coffees (one for herself, she was on her way to the coffee shop anyway), and brought it back to the waiting man.
"Thank you so much," the young man said, smiling.
"It's no big deal. I'm a doctor, so I have lots of money to waste. Anyways, your name?"
"Jack. Jack Frost."