Well look at you actually about to read chapter 2! IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou!

Sorry if it's seeming slow. *sings* I just wanna take it nice and sloooooowwww!

Well here ya go!

Disclaimer : Still don't own Frozen or it's characters but if you wanna call up Disney and buy them for me I'd appreciate it. ;)

Warnings: Still None

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I wanted to curse when the sun woke me streaming in uninvited through the windows. I wasn't ready for this day. I rose slowly careful not to wake Kristoff who had fallen asleep on the couch beside me as well. I secretly wished he'd just stay there and sleep the day away and never go home. Even if we never spoke it would have been nice just knowing someone else was here.

It didn't take long for him to get up much to my despair and he wasted no time getting ready to hit the road again. He seemed a tad on edge, cursing when his boots wouldn't go on right away. I only hoped he would be fine to drive in his current state of mind. I didn't even need to ask why he was upset. He always had a strained relationship with my parents because he didn't like the way they handled a lot of situations with me but most of all he hated how they separated us. I could tell he couldn't wait to get home to tell them off, but what was the use of it really? He was just finishing some cereal when I decided to start intervening

"Kris... I really hope you aren't planning on causing a scene at home," I warned him.

"That's exactly what I'm going to do," he said in a most unremorseful tone.

"Seriously don't..."

He cut me off before I could finish speaking clamping his hand down hard on the table he was sitting at. "There's nothing you can say to stop me Elsa! I don't care how nice this place is or what they've given you it's all just a hoax because they want to get rid of you. And I hate them for it. They've taken away my only sibling. I hate them." He spoke through gritted teeth never looking up at me.

I could see how worked up he was getting and that was the last thing I wanted so I moved towards him to offer some comfort. "Kristoff, you don't hate them. Remember you're their son and they love you. Don't think about all that."

"And remember I'm your brother and I love you. What about you? Who stands up for you?" He swallowed hard careful not to look me in the eyes. I knew he was trying to be strong for me.

I didn't bother to answer instead I pulled him from the chair and hugged him. We stood like that for a long time and I felt his chest moving unevenly when he buried his face into my shoulder sobbing, "I'm going to miss you so much" he whispered.

I held back tears. "I'm going to miss you too."

It wasn't long until I was saying my goodbyes to him standing next to his truck for almost an hour as he lectured me about strangers and that he's just a call away. When he finally shut up, I spent a few minutes reinforcing to him not to cause a scene with our parents and that I'd be fine and that I loved him.

Watching him drive off till I couldn't see him anymore was hard but I refused to let myself cry, I could feel my fingertips tingling as my emotions tried to process what was happening. Distraction. I need a distraction.

Suddenly it began to snow lightly and I couldn't tell whether it was my doing or not. The uncertainty wasn't helping, if anything it was making me feel more apprehensive. Sure it would be easier to hide behind the country's natural climate as an excuse for unexplained disturbances but for how long? I needed to get inside.
I turned on my heels and began walking towards my door when I heard a car coming in my direction. Did Kristoff forget something? I was hopeful but the car passed me and drove into the driveway right next door to my home. Oh shit I forgot about neighbors. I glanced at the car and could make out two people sitting inside getting ready to step out. A tall lean man with chestnut hair stepped out of the car in a heavy winter coat and gloves, he hurried to the passenger side and opened it. I couldn't make out any features of the person but I assumed it was his partner.

I was in no mood for introductions or small talk about trivial things like where I'm from or if I had any sugar they could borrow or whatever it is neighbors talk about. So I hurried inside before they could spot me. We had no neighbors in Santa Monica where I lived my whole life with my parents and Kristoff, my parents owned a large chunk of land and they built their dream house and a ranch for us in the more rural area of the city. I didn't have much experience with how to socialize as I was homeschooled for most of my life. My parents pulled me out when I was 5 because I accidentally caused a small snowstorm when a boy pulled on my braid and called me names. No one ever knew it was my fault but it was all over the news, that small snowstorm. I wish I could say that was the first time I made it snow in California... but it wasn't. Sometimes I could make it spread to Nevada when I felt angry or sad enough. I never did any of it on purpose though, it was complicated, but after a while my parents lost their patience. Instead of talking me down with soothing words they were firm and scolded me like I had thrown a tantrum or been rude, when I'd usually only be crying locked in my room. They'd raise their voices at me and say, "Stop acting like a child and stop the weather". I was a child then and I didn't know how to stop it.

I dragged my feet as I moved around the house checking that all the curtains were closed tightly, while I was glad my parents hired the movers to set up everything for me I now wished there was something for me to do. I tried to keep myself as occupied as possible rearranging the already beautifully arranged flower vases, dusting the perfectly clean polished furniture. I almost took the vacuum out of the stair closet until I saw my suitcase in there and remembered I still had packing to do. Finally a task. I pulled my suitcase up the stairs noisily struggling to get it up them as it was extremely heavy. I felt drained by the time I had brought into to my bedroom and forced it on top of my bed. This was the first time I'd had a proper look at my bedroom. It was a little smaller than my room back at home though it had the same familiar design, purple walls, light purple sheets, purple rug. The dressers were wooden but in a nice dark shade that complimented the walls, the closet was walk in and connected to my own bathroom. Most of my clothes had been shipped a month ago and they were hanging neatly in the closet and most of my shoes sitting beneath them on the floor.

I proceeded to unzip my suitcase and flip the heavy top off to examine the contents, I was taken aback when I found a picture frame I didn't remember packing sitting on top of my belongings. I picked it up slowly and turned it to reveal a picture of myself and Kristoff from my make shift "high school graduation". It was taken in our piano room and I was looking very uninterested, wearing a black robe about 4 sizes too big and a leaned black graduation hat standing on a stage made entirely out of books. Kristoff was grinning widely with his arm around my shoulder holding a certificate my tutor had given me for completing the high school curriculum in its entirety. It was taken almost 2 years ago, it was all his idea to make a pretend ceremony because he was so proud and excited for me.

I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, as I stared at the photo, I could live a thousand lives and never deserve my brother. I placed the frame on my dresser and smiled at it through the tears, "I wish I could promise that I'll be better soon," I whispered. I wished I could have said that to Kristoff but he'd never accept that. He'd never looked at my powers the way I did when he discovered them. But the truth was I was a monster. And monsters deserved to be

alone.

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