Chapter 1

Anna's P.O.V

"Anna, what's wrong?" I heard Elsa ask. I looked to see her making scrambled eggs. The smell engulfed my senses and my mind eased and focused on her moving the eggs on the pan.

"Hm?" That one noise she let out brought me back to reality. She wants an answer and she wants it now.

I exhaled a sigh. "Nothing's wrong. It's just.. I don't want to go to school." I said, and it wasn't totally a lie. I truly did not feel like going. I was already a straight A student.. Would missing one day hurt? And I felt another sigh wrack through my still sleepy body when I remembered there was no use in asking. She'd say no anyway.

She had to set down her cooking utensil at that. She turned around to face me, her long blonde hair swaying in the process.

"What was that? Miss Popular doesn't want go to school?" She joked, and I had to crack a little smile. I really wasn't all that popular. People are just nice to me because my boyfriend is captain of the football team. I'll never say that out loud to her though.

"Shut up." I said jokingly, throwing a nearby kitchen rag at her. She picked up the rag with a giggle, folded it up, and put it in its designated place. She's always so neat and tidy. Which is why the house is always immaculate. I'm glad I have her here with me because if not.. Let's just say it wouldn't be.

"But seriously, why don't you want to go to school?" She asked, turning off the stove. Now was the time to lie.

"Well, there's just this killer test today and I don't believe I'm ready for it." I say, the fib crossing my lips like it was practically nothing. But it was everything. I hate lying to her.

"Oh, dang. I'm sure you're going to do well." She reassured me as she fixed me a plate with eggs and bacon. I dug in shortly after. I loved her cooking. It was just like mom's.

I vaguely remember her. Just a blurry image, a burnt photograph of a memory that always left a trail of smoke when I tried to remember. I looked up at Elsa and realized, she looked just like her, the only difference is paler skin and light blonde hair. I suppose we both look like her in a sense, but Elsa fit the role. At twenty-one, she was more a mom to me than any of the foster moms were. I shutter at the memory.

Elsa nonchalantly looked at her phone and almost choked on her bacon as she realized the time.

"Shit!" She cursed as she shot up out of her seat. It took be aback simply because she almost never curses. "I'm going to be late!" I heard her yell down the hall to herself. I finish what was left of my food and grabbed her plate and placed them both in the sink.

She came back in the kitchen, hurriedly putting her long hair into a bun. She came to me and gave me a hug, then turned to leave.

"Have a good day at school," She started as I heard the front door open, "Good luck on the test!" She finished before she shut the door behind her. Shortly after I went to grab my shoes. I slipped them on with ease. With a yawn I walk down the hall to the bathroom to check myself.

My hair is obviously not as long as Elsa's. Mine ends just above the small of my back, where hers ends just above her bottom. And mine is red, with a streak in my hair which strangely enough is the same color as Elsa's hair. Others find it weird, but I find it unique. I brush my hair, leaving it natural and wavy. Today I decided I didn't want to wear make up, simply because I had nothing to hide.

Not today, at least.

...

"Anna!" My albino friend shrieked.

"Olaf!" I yelled back, laughing at him. He ran up to me and put his arm around my shoulder. It was like this every morning. Even on the roughest of days, Olaf would be there to make sure I have a smile on my face. It goes without saying that Olaf is my best friend.

"How are you and Hans doing?" He asked, almost spitting his name out like a disgusting piece of school lunch. I simply roll my eyes, not letting it phase me.

"We're fine." I say, sitting on a nearby bench in the school commons. Olaf let out a scoff.

"Yeah. Alright." He gave me a look that I swore could poke holes through me.

"I promise, he's changing." I said, and I knew I must sound idiotic, but I honestly believe Hans is changing. But to be honest, Hans was the reason I didn't want to go to school. The reason why I hate school.

But you see, Hans has my been my boyfriend since 7th grade. We've been together too long just to throw it away simply because he has his way of doing these.

He is now known as one of the best football players of Arendale High School. He is a good person who has a tough shell around him and he cares about me a lot. I believe this with all my heart. But, Hans secretly has a very terrible anger issue. And he only shows it around me. He sometimes takes it out on me, too, whether it be yelling at me or hitting me.

But I know he doesn't mean it. Hans loves me. The only other person who knows about how he is, is Olaf. That's why he's so protective. He's like the brother I never had.

"Anna, he's here." Olaf's voice broke me out of my thoughts and made me look up. I saw Hans walking in my direction. He's wearing his football jersey with pride, running his fingers through his gorgeous auburn hair.

I sighed with a smile on my face, loving how handsome he is. From beside me I heard Olaf grunt in annoyance. I ignored him though and took Hans' hand as he held it out to me, he lifted me up, pulling me in a swift kiss.

"I see you're not wearing make up today." He whispered in my ear, his lips nipping against it slightly.

"I guess I could live with seeing your freckles for a day." This was his way of making a joke, but I will admit it really hurt my feelings. He always 'jokes' about how I look. I let out a fake laugh, which sure enough seemed real to him.

Soon enough the bell rang to indicate it's time for home room. Hans kissed my cheek and walked away to his class. With a sigh I turned to look at Olaf who no doubt has a lecture ready for me.

"Did he really just joke on your freckles?" He asked rhetorically. He already knew the answer because he heard Hans. And Olaf is pissed.

"I-it was a joke." I stuttered. My feelings were still a little hurt, but I knew I'd be okay. I had to be.

"I don't care. He just can't say stuff like that to you and think it's okay." He said with his hands on his hips. He saw my face darken a bit, then just as quickly, he jumped up from the bench and poked my belly.

"Hey.. it'll be okay." His smile was back to being bright, trying to make sure my mind wouldn't drift to a dark place.. He poked my belly again, which made me finally let out a laugh.

"Come on, goofball. Let's get to class."

...

It was lunch, and I took my seat next to Olaf. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on what mood we're in, we didn't belong to a clique. So we just sat our loner table. Which seemed to be only us, most of the time, anyway. The only time people sat with us was if they were pissed at someone and wanted to sit away from everyone. Which excluded Olaf and myself because we literally bother no one.

Olaf and I were laughing over something that had happened in Drama class when a boy sat down in front of us. Usually, it wouldn't phase me. But this time, it did. It phased me so hard that I actually stopped talking and looked up at him. Which obviously made Olaf confused because only Hans can make me shut up.

The mysterious new guy has shaggy blonde hair and the warmest brown eyes, and a broad, muscular build. He is very handsome, but in a different way than Hans. But that's not what caught me off guard. I honestly don't know what made me look at him.

"Is it alright that I sit here?" It came out almost sarcastic as the boy looked over Olaf and myself.

"Y-yes, it's fine!" And in a matter of seconds my face is covered in heat and a visible red hue. I cannot believe I said that so loud. I facepalm and repeat myself in quieter tone of voice.

"Yes, it's perfectly fine for you to sit here." The boy laughed at me. And soon after I heard Olaf laughing, too.

"What's so funny?" I had to ask. I was started to become annoyed at how flustered I was becoming.

"Your face is so red!" Olaf answered, trying his best to stifle a chuckle.

"It's kind of cute. It looks good with your freckles." The boy said, laughing still, but this time softly, as he gave a kind smile.

"At least someone appreciates your freckles." Olaf whispered to me as he referenced to this morining. I roll my eyes once again, wishing he would just drop it.

"Anyway," I start, turning my head towards the blonde boy, "My name's Anna." He gave me another smile and a nod.

"My name's Kristoff." He said in a low tone.

"And I'm Olaf!" He yelled with a big, bright, smile on his face. Kristoff let out an awkward laugh. Not at Olaf, I'm sure, but to the situation in general.

"Nice to meet you guys. No one has really talked to me today." He said, twirling the chicken wing in his hands.

"It being my first day and all, you know." He said, putting a piece of chicken in his mouth.

"And I guess the fact that I have a pet reindeer doesn't help." He added, taking a sip of his Mountain Dew.

Olaf and me eyed each other with a quizzical look.

"I thought people couldn't have reindeers as pets." Olaf said it as a statement but truly wanted him to clarify. Kristoff just smiled and began to explain himself.

"I have papers and everything for him." He told us. I was oddly intrigued at the thought of a pet deer.. Reindeer.

"Can I see a picture?" I needed proof. He nodded and pulled out his wallet, taking a photograph out. He set his wallet down and handed me the picture. It was an actual picture of Kristoff and a reindeer. I don't know if I should be more surprised that he handed me a real developed photo rather than showing me off of his cell phone. I didn't know people still did that.

Wow, I need to get out more.

"He's adorable!" I gushed, clearing my thoughts so I could really look at this adorable creature. Olaf practically snatched it from me, but was careful not to rip it.

"O-M-G. This is so cute!" Olaf squealed. I took the photo back and handed it back to Kristoff t make sure it was kept saefe.

Our hands touched slightly as he reached for it, and for some unknown reason it gave me a shock, the blush rushing back to my freckled cheeks. I shook my head, shaking the odd feeling away.

"What's his name?" I ask him, finally moving my hand back to my lap.

"Sven." Kristoff answered, studying my features.

"That's a nice name." I told him, giving him a smile. He had a shocked look after that, almost as if something had happened.

"What?" I asked, almost embarrassed by his gaze.

"Nothing. You're just very pretty." He answered, showing no embarrassment with his bold statement. Wow.. He speaks his mind, doesn't he?

"I try telling her but she never listens!" Olaf exclaimed with his arms in the air.

Then, out of nowhere, Hans comes and sits beside me. "Hey, baby." He said, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"We're still on for tonight?" He asked me, rubbing my hand with his thumb. He was being unnaturally nice for a change but I sure wasn't complaining.

"Yes." I answer in a mere whisper.

"Great." He looked back at his table and back to me.

"I have to go back now, I'll see you tonight." He got up and kissed my head and walked away, but not before glancing at Kristoff. It only lasted a moment and I had barely noticed. All I could think about it was his gentle kiss on my forehead. It was stuff like that made me fall for him.

"Ugh!" I heard Olaf grunt, not even trying to be quiet, as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"You jealous?" Kristoff asked, eating more of his food. Olaf laughed out loud, his head falling back.

"No. I don't play for that team, if you know what I mean." Olaf let out after calming down. Kristoff nodded in pure understanding. I really admired the fact that he left it at that and didn't judge him. Because if he had tried, he would have been kicked out of the table so fast, but it isn't even worth thinking about because Kristoff handled it well.

"Then what's wrong?" He asked curiously. I gave Olaf a look that practically screamed: 'Don't you dare say anything.'

Olaf sighed before finally answering, "I'm not a big fan of him." I ran my fingers through my hair, ignoring Kristoff's gaze.

"Anyhoo," Kristoff started, feeling the awkwardness in the air, "I like you guys."

"To be honest, you guys are the only ones who've shown me any type of hospitality." Kristoff moved his tray to the side, leaning against the table.

"Thank you." He finished, looking to us with a warm smile.

"Oh, there's no need to thank us." I said with a polite stare.

"We always appreciate new people to talk to!" Olaf added.

I gasped at that. "Am I not good enough for you, Olaf?" I asked in a jokingly, overly dramatic voice.

He sighed deeply, playing along. "You just bore me, Anna dearest! I need variety."

Another gasp escaped my lips as I went to grab Kristoff's hand. "At least I have Kristoff on my side!" I countered, not expecting Kristoff to respond. But I was pleasantly surprised to be wrong.

"Oh, yes, my dear! And I'm not going anywhere!" I was still shocked by him playing along, but at the same time I was glad.

So, that's how lunch carried on. At the end, we officially deemed Kristoff our friend, we had all exchanged numbers soon after.

"You better text us!" I heard Olaf yell. Once we were out of sight, Olaf bombarded me with questions and assumptions.

"He definitely has the hots for you." He whispered, making me sigh.

"Just because he called me pretty doesn't mean he.. He has the 'hots' for me." I explain to him, my cheeks burning.

"Uh, did you not see they way he was looking at you?" Olaf asked me with a raised eyebrow, and for some reason I found myself intrigued.

"How was he looking at me?"

"Well not how Hans looks at you. Hans looks at you like you're a piece of meat. But Kristoff," He said with a content sigh, "He looked at you like you were the only girl in the world." I felt my heart warm a little but I immediately shook the feelings away.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter. I love Hans. " I tell him, making him huff. I know Olaf doesn't want to see me get hurt, but he just doesn't understand what me and Hans have. At thinking that, I found myself beginning to wonder..

What is it that Hans and I have?

...

"What's wrong, baby?" Hans asked, cuddling closer to me.

"Nothing, sweetie." I answered, my eyes closing as I felt myself drifting to sleep on his chest.

"Who was that guy you were sitting with at lunch?"

"What?" I ask sleepily. I felt his grip tighten on my shoulder.

"Who is he?"

I felt myself wake up as his grip tighten.

"He's a new student. His name is Kristoff." I heard him take in a breath at my answer.

"Do you like him?" He asked me through what I could tell were gritted teeth.

"No! Why would you even ask?" I told him. He let out a growl and forced me to lay down on my back and held my wrists above my head. I shut my eyes for the blow I knew was about to come... But to my surprise it never came.

"Anna..." He whispered, making me open my eyes.

"I love you.." He whispered to me. Before I could tell him I loved him back, he crashed his lips to mine, roughly pushing his tongue in my mouth. He pulled away to kiss my neck, releasing one of my wrists to grab my hip, hard. He began to suck really hard on my neck, and it made me let out a low whimper. This did not feel good at all. He is just too rough. He took the hand that was on my hip and tried to unbutton my blouse.

"No! Hans, stop." I pleaded. He didn't say anything, just moved from his position on top of me to sit on the end of my bed, face in his hands. I sit up, suddenly unsure of what to do or say.

"It's been three years, Anna. Why won't you let me touch you that way?" He asked, never looking up.

"I'm just not ready. I'm not ready to become intimate." I said to him. I have had to explain this to him so much that the response was now automatic, but that didn't stop him from asking.

He looked at me, his stare like knifes, "Why can't I just touch you? It's not like I'm asking to have sex with you," He starts to get up, raising his voice little by little,

"All I want is to feel my girlfriend's body. What's so wrong with that, Anna?!" He questioned. I flinched as he screamed.

"I already told you, Hans." I started calmly. He walked over to my desk and leaned against it. I got up and walked towards him. I laid a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Baby.. soon, I'll be ready.. then we'll-" I got interrupted mid sentence by a slap across the face. I didn't see it coming. I should have. Why didn't I.. I didn't though, which caused it to hurt way worse. I backed away, holding my burning cheek. A completely different feeling than the burning I felt earlier that day.

"Just shut up, Damn it! I'm sure if I was Kristoff, you'd be all over me!" He screamed. I let out a sniffle, wanting to disappear.

"Y-you're wrong. I wouldn't." I began to cry. Not from the slap. Not from the pain in my cheek. I'm crying because of his accusations. You'd think I'd be used to them by now. He always gets so jealous and I have no idea why. I've been nothing but loyal. I don't know what I did.. What I do.. that causes him to treat me like this.

"You're so pathetic, Anna." He let out under his breath, and barely a second later a hard sob escaped my throat.

"I have to go. I'll call you later." He left right after the words were out. I walked to my bed and fell on it, sobbing into my pillow. I don't know what I did to deserve this.

I guess I'll just never be enough.

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