The second chapter is up and some of you might have noticed that I took down this chapter. Well I had mixed feelings about it and my bipolar decided to kick in. But I hope you'll still enjoy this one. xoxo

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The first time Elsa kissed me happened on the same day when I was in a room that everyone in it wished I wasn't there. Including me.

I was twelve and Elsa was staying with us for Easter break. My mum had set us all to work as soon as we'd arrived and that meant that my brothers were off avoiding her, all twelve. She'd managed to catch me and told me to change the sheets in the guest bedroom, because Uncle Reggar and Aunt Adair were coming for dinner and planned to stay the night.

So, I barreled into the guest room, my arms full of linens, and stopped short when I saw Hans and Elsa sitting on the bed. His arms were wrapped around her, her hands were in his hair, and they were kissing.

I let out a sound of horror and something that sounded akin to, "Goodness, what the hell are you two doing?"

They both sprang apart at my exclamation. Hans let out a curse and Elsa looked like she'd just spent the whole day in the sauna. Her face redder the reddest hair of a Westergaard.

Jumping up, Hans ran towards me and started to push me out the door. "Get out, Anna."

"All right, all right," I said, as he shoved me out, rather forcefully, and then shut the door in my face. For several moments, I just stood there, dumbstruck, and then had the highly random thought that my mum was going to kill me because I hadn't changed the sheets.

Later that night, when all the adults had gone to bed, Elsa joined me and sat down on the spare bed in my room. She hugged her knees and looked at me. "Sorry. About that. Earlier, I mean."

I'd been avoiding her all day, as well as Hans. It was silent for a minute, a very long minute. I felt rather awkward then because Elsa was Hans' friend and it was the first time we had a real conversation since ages. Elsa and I barely talked to each other at school either. "I didn't know you two were dating," I replied. "You could at least tell me. Or he could" I said, feeling a little disappointed because if anything, I deserved to know that my closest brother had a girlfriend.

Elsa looked confused. "We aren't dating but I'm sorry anyways. I shouldn't have been so..secretive. I know you're close to Hans and I just don't want to ruin your relationship with your brother."

"It's okay, Elsa. I prefer him being with you than those skanky North girls at Greycourt." My eyes rolled at the thought of my brother dating one of those loud girls and have them over for summer.

"I would love to be your friend," Elsa said, unexpectedly, with a laugh. "Since Hans and I are friends and I barely have any other friends.."

"Okay," I agreed. Ever since the day Hans told us that he befriended an Arandelle
on one summer, we expected to see more of Elsa during school breaks. It was just that I've never really seen them as a thing. And the thing about Elsa not having any other friends, it was true if you didn't count the two other girls she hung out with. Her last name was really a curse.

"Well, lately, I've just been feeling like there's something more between Hans and I so I don't want you to feel awkward. We can still be friends even if your brother and I date one day" Elsa stared at her socks thoughtfully. "And, well, I also thought it's about time I kissed someone."

At that, I looked up with interest. "What?"

"I wanted my first kiss to be with someone I cared about," Elsa explained. "And I figured your house would be more romantic of a setting than Greycourt. So, I decided that Hans was the one because I know him better than any other boys at Greycourt and Easter break would be the time to go for it."

At this point, I was laughing so much my sides were starting to hurt. "You mean to tell me that you basically wrote out a plan for your first kiss?" It stood to reason; I learnt that Elsa was nothing if not pragmatic.

"Well, yes." Elsa tucked her platinum lock behind her ear, looking slightly flabbergasted that I was even questioning it. "How can you leave something that important to chance? What if it had been a mistletoe situation gone awry? Or something equally terrible? I would not want THAT to be the story I told my grandchildren some day."

I sat up on the bed and looked over at her with a grin. "So, did it live up to your expectations? Was my brother story-worthy? Wait, actually don't answer that"

"Well, he is." She hugged her knees tighter, ignoring my disgusted face and, now, she got a far-a-away look in her eyes. It was horrifying to see because she was thinking of my brother but at the same time, I noticed how her eyes were filled with so much passion. I felt almost, something.."He was. Very much so." Then she cast me a cold look. "Until you barged in."

"Sorry about that. Why don't you steal away with him for a bit or somethin-", feeling guilty, I offered to make it up to her before Elsa laughed at me. Did I say something wrong? "Hey, I was joking." Elsa shuffled her legs and started moving them back and forth, her smile was critically wide. It was the first time I've seen a genuine smile on her face. It was nice to look at.

"I'm really sleepy, I should go to bed. See you tomorrow," Elsa got off the bed and headed to my side to plant a kiss on my cheek. "Goodnight."

I fell asleep that night thinking that perhaps my wish to have a sister was finally granted.