The Arrangement ch. 2
Anna's P.O.V.
Someone please put me out of my misery. Seriously, I'll lay in the middle of the road and someone can run me over with their car. You'll be doing me a serious favor by doing it. It can't be any worse than what is happening right now. I am sitting next to my 'fiancée' and across from my soon to be in-laws. Elsa keeps on staring at me with this weird smile on her face and it's freakin me out.
What's up with the smile on her face? Why is she staring at me so damn hard? Take a picture, why don't ya? It'll last longer. This is just messed up in so many ways. I don't want to get married… well I do but not now. I want to get to know someone first and see if I can fall in love with them, not being forced into it. I have mortals, people.
I mean this is the 21st century for Christ's sake. Haven't we gotten passed the olden days of arranging your children's marriages? I don't want any parts of whatever's going on here. Just leave me the hell out of it! Man, I'm getting a headache from all of this. Well, I'm not sure if I'm getting a headache from this situation or from me not eating at all and practicing with Olaf all day. I rather blame it on the situation if anything. Yup, that's it. This situation is giving me a headache.
"Anna!"
"Wait what?" I asked snapping out of my thoughts.
"I swear that you're so much like your Father. You space out so much" My Mom said shaking her head.
"I think it's genetic" I joked.
"Hey! I take offence to that" My Dad said pouting.
"It was meant to be offensive" I said failing to hide the smile forming on my face.
The back of my head got to meet my Dad's hand. I'll tell you not fun. Even he isn't trying, he's still heavy handed. It explains where I get a lot of my strength from. I have been told that I hit pretty hard for a girl even when I'm not getting trying. I am equally as heavy handed as my Dad is. Well, I like to think that I am anyways. I punched my Dad on the arm and I got the reaction that I wanted as well as a unwanted reaction.
He pulls me into a headlock and starts to rub his knuckles against the top of my head. I squirm to get of his grip but there was no use, it's too strong.
"That's enough, you too. Don't make me come over there" My Mom said glaring at us.
My Dad quickly let me go but there's a smug smirk on his face. I really can't stand my Dad sometimes but I love him. I can say that I am a lot like my Dad. We both like sports, music, getting dirty and wresting with each other. I'm definitely a tomboy, much to my Mom's dismay. She wants me to more lady like but I doubt that's going to happen especially with how clumsy and accident prone I am.
I get into more accident than I count but it's okay. I'm okay with the way that I am. I think it makes me unique but sometimes it can be a pain in the butt. I take the good with the bad and just roll with it. More like just fall with it. Sorry, bad pun. I hear a light laughter and turn my head to see that it was coming from the blonde sitting next to me. Elsa has her hand covering her mouth. Oh great, now Ms. Elegance is laughing at me. What else could possibly go wrong?
"Anna, help me bring the food out please?" My Mom asked walking towards the kitchen.
I get out of my chair and follow my mom into the kitchen. I love my mom's cooking since she is an amazing cook. I wish that I could cook as good as she does but I can't cook at all. She turns to face me and looks down at the new added ankle weights on my ankles. She sighs a little. My Mom doesn't like that I want to become a dancer. It's that she doesn't think that I won't accomplish my dream, it just she doesn't want me to be disappointed if it doesn't come true.
She wants me to become something practical like a doctor, a lawyer or something. I don't want to become a doctor or lawyer because I don't want to screw up someone else's live if I mess up somehow. I want to become a dancer because it's something that I love and I'm good at it. I love dancing and I know that I'll become one with enough practice and determination.
My Mom takes my face in her hands and kisses my forehead. She hands me bowls of food to take out into the dining room. I follow her back into the dining room and place the food on the table.
"Anna, why are you wearing ankle weights?" Mr. Arendelle asked raising an eyebrow.
"They look awfully heavy" Mrs. Arendelle said concerned.
"My mentor is an evil taskmaster" I muttered.
"Olaf added more, did he?" My Dad asked looking at my ankles.
"Yup, 10 pound weights on the 20 pound weights that I'm already wearing" I said shrugging.
"I am starting to think that boy's head is screwed on backwards" My Dad said shaking his head.
"Thank the gods, you finally see it but he's great dancer and I'm learning a lot"
"That's good to hear, kiddo" My Dad said putting a hand on my shoulder.
"Oh you're a dancer, Anna. What kind of dancer are you? Ballet, classical, interruptive?" Mrs. Arendelle asked curiously.
Ballet, classical and interruptive dancing are okay for some people but I never got into them. My Mom made me take them when I was younger at a nearby YMCA but I could never get into them. They were too difficult and technical for my liking. I saw a hip hop class and I was amazed by what the dancers could do. I snuck into the class to watch when the instructor told me to join in the routine.
I admit that the class was a bit advance for me but I quickly fell in love with the class and hip hop dancing. I begged and pleaded with my Mom to let me take a Beginner's class to Hip Hop. It was my pleading and some nudging from my instructor and my Dad to convince her but I never looked back.
"No, I'm a hip hop and break dancer" I said biting into my food.
I half expected them to faint on hearing that I'm break dancer. I mean, come on. I doubt that they would their daughter marrying someone that's not into the 'finer' things in life. Hip Hop and Break dancing aren't really considered the 'finer' in some people's minds but I don't care. I love it and I don't care what other people think of it.
"Well Anna, I look forward to seeing you break dance" Elsa said snapping me out of my thoughts.
Say what? I didn't see that one coming.
"You should see her dance. I mean I haven't seen a lot of hip hop dancers but I have to say that Anna is pretty amazing" My Dad said proudly.
"Really? I love to see you dance too" Mr. Arendelle said smiling.
"When is your next show?" My Dad asked curious.
"Uh, I'm not sure. Me and Olaf are still working the kinks out of our routine" I said scratching my cheek sheepishly.
"What about you, Elsa? Anything that you like to do?" My Mom asked curious.
I am grateful that the attention was now off of me. I turned to the blonde girl that was sitting next to me. Any kind of info on her would be helpful to use against her and get her off of my back. I know that this is probably a horrible thing for me to do but I have no choice. I don't want to get married and I'll do whatever's necessary to get out of it.
"Well, I love playing the piano and singing" Elsa said smiling a little.
"Elsa is a very accomplished pianist and an amazing ballet dancer" Mrs. Arendelle said proudly.
Oh god, bougie much? This lady is definitely full of herself. You know what they say, the apple doesn't fall from the tree. I can bet you that Elsa is just like her mother. She's gonna nag at me for wanting to be a hip hop dancer and stuff. Marriage is binding and there's no way out of it unless I decide to get a divorce but I doubt the blonde is gonna give me that satisfaction.
"Are you girls ready for school on Monday?" My Dad asked smiling.
"As ready as I'm gonna be" I said sighing.
"I am prepared, Mr. Simmons" Elsa said politely.
The rest of dinner was of small talk between the adults. I deflected any kind of small talk from Elsa that she tried to make with me. I just want to get as much food into my stomach as humanly possible. I could have eaten my food better but I haven't eaten all day. I offered to wash the dishes but my Mom declined it. My Dad and the Arendelles moved into the living room and it gave me the opportunity to sneak into the backyard.
There was a swing chair by the door. My Dad made it when I was small and we used to sit here for hours on end together. I have some amazing memories on this thing. It was here that my Dad patched up sprain arm when I was 6. It was here that my Dad would read stories when I was 3. It was here when I read all of my favorite books when I broken my leg in 8th grade.
This swing and I have some good memories over the years. I struggled to sit on the chair since my body is really sore from the workout with Olaf early. I was breathing a little hard when I just collapse on the swing. I can't feel anything form the waist down at the moment but it doesn't matter. I just want to look up at the stars and they're pretty bright out tonight.
I feel at peace when I'm up at the stars or the ocean. I didn't hear the door open or someone sitting down next to me but I feel something being draped over my shoulders. It wasn't like I could go anywhere with my legs being numb as hell. I almost screamed bloody murder if I hadn't notice the blonde hair out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see that it was just Elsa and she has a blanket wrapped around the both of our shoulders.
"What the hell is wrong with you? You almost gave me a heart attack" I said glaring at her.
"I-I am sorry. I was looking for you and Mrs. Simmons said that you were out here. I did not mean to scare you" Elsa said looking down at the ground.
"Why were you looking for me anyways?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"I just want to talk to you. I want to get to know you a little better"
"Why?" I asked suspicious.
"W-Well you are my f-fiancée and I d-do not know a lot about you" Elsa said pressing her index fingers together.
"There's not a lot to tell" I said dismissively.
I know that I'm being rude but I'm in a funky mood about this whole arranged marriage thing. I can't see why she's not upset about any of this. I mean, it's not like she wants to be married to a complete stranger. I guess, we're not complete strangers since we used to be childhood friends but that was a long time ago. We know practically nothing about each other and I rather not have Elsa know anything about me.
She could use it against me somehow. I don't know how but she will when I least expect it. Now, I sound paranoid. I guess that the blanket slipped off of my right shoulder and I realized how cold it actually was out here. I was about to pull the blanket back over my shoulder when Elsa reached over it and did it for me. She sits closer to me and makes sure that the blanket was around the both of us.
I can smell the perfume that she was wearing and it smells like fresh snow and mint. I tense up a little with the blonde sitting really close to me. I'm not sure what I should. Neither of us say anything and it's a little weird for me. I don't know what to say and it's usually hard for me to shut up, according to Kristoff but the blonde guy is a natural asshole.
Wait this is my chance to put my plan into action. There is no way that Elsa would want to marry me if she knows about the thing dangling between legs. She'll run away screaming bloody murder and beg her parents to break the marriage off. I am a genius.
"Okay, here's something that you should know about. I have a penis" I said smirking a little.
The blonde looks at me with an owlish look on her face. That wasn't the reaction that I was expecting from her. Didn't she hear me or something? Why isn't she not reacting? I know that she heard me.
"Anna, I know that you have male genitals but I do not care. I am not marrying you because of your anatomy" Elsa said smiling sweetly.
Say what? What is with this girl? She's obviously not like other girls that would've ran away screaming for the hills. I don't get Elsa and I don't think I'll ever will. I shiver a little because I am still cold from being outside with the blanket around us. I wasn't expecting the blonde to pull me close to her as she wraps her arms around my waist.
I feel the heat creeping into my cheeks as I look up at her icy blue eyes. I was about to say something when the back door opens and my mom walks out to see us. Thank God for my Mom and awesome her timing but why did she have to find us like this.
"Awww, well aren't you too getting cozy" My Mom said giggling at us.
"N-No, it's not l-like that" I said blushing a little.
"If you say so but your face says otherwise. Oh Elsa, your parents are leaving" My Mom said turning her attention to Elsa.
"Thank you for having us, Mrs. Simmons" Elsa said smiling.
"Anna, come walk your fiancée to the door"
I sigh a little as I get up from the swing. I followed Elsa into the house with my Mom trailing behind us like a hawk. I know that she's enjoying whatever didn't happen in the backyard. Nothing happened and nothing was going to happen. We walked into the living room to find my Dad shaking Elsa's Dad hand.
"It's good to see you again, old friend" Mr. Arendelle said smiling.
"You too and it's was good to see you again, Elsa" My Dad said hugging Elsa.
She tense up before retuning the hug awkwardly. What's up with her? So weird but it's not like I'm one to talk. "It was good to seeing you again, Anna" Mr. Arendelle said holding out his hand.
"You too, Sir" I said shaking his hand.
"We'll see you soon" Mrs. Arendelle said smiling.
"I hope that we can talk soon, Anna" Elsa said kissing me on the cheek.
What the hell is with this girl? She's so weird. Who kisses someone's cheek? I wanted to wipe my cheek. The Arendelles left after that and my Dad was making cat calls at me My Mom was giggling at me which really wasn't happening the situation. I can't be around them and I walked up to my room. This is just ridiculous and crazy all at the same time and I don't want to deal with it. I knocked out as soon as my head hit my pillow.
End of ch. 2