CHAPTER 2


"Hey champ. How are you feeling?"

"My head hurts Elsa," Olaf reached up to feel the lump on his head, "oweee!"

The blonde's eyes were watery, "I'm sorry he hurt you baby."

The pale boy looked at her and placed his chubby hands on her cheeks.

"It's OK. He stopped hurting you and I'm fine, see?" he sat up and spread his arms. Elsa nodded and hugged the boy. She cringed when he squeezed her sides.

"Does it hurt?"

The blonde pursed her lips together and nodded.

"Can I give you a kiss?" asked Olaf looking at the way Elsa held on to her sides.

"Of course you can baby," the boy leaned forward and gave the blonde a kiss on her cheek,

"t-thank yo-you Olaf." Elsa tried her best to keep from crying; she wasn't going to let her brother see how weak she was.

"Are you done? I want to go home."

Olaf looked at the man in front of him.

"It doesn't hurt anymore daddy," Olaf smiled lovingly at his father.

If you understood little guy, thought Elsa.

"OK retard, we need to go. You have school in 30 minutes."

The boy's smile turned into a frown, he turned towards her sister.

"Why am I a retard?"

"You're not a retard honey," she took the boy's hand between hers and leaned in, "don't listen to him. He's the retard."

She smirked when Olaf placed both his hands over his mouth to stifle his laugh.

The doctor walked in and greeted both Elsa and her dad before turning towards the boy. The short man took a paper with 10 different faces.

"OK buddy, from the happy face to the crying face, how much does it hurt?"

The pale kid furrowed his eyebrow and touched his chin with his index finger and thumb. He pointed the face with the number 3 written above it.

"That's good buddy!" the doctor reached into his pocket and pulled out 5 different flavors of lollipops, "which one do you want?" he smiled when the boy's eyes filled with excitement.

"Are you serious?" asked the kid practically jumping on the seat.

"You bet little man. Take the one you like the most."

Olaf reached for the red one, but pulled back and reached for the purple one. He pulled back again and reached for the red one, but stopped short and looked at the purple one.

The doctor giggled.

"You can take both if you want," he said.

The younger boy looked at Elsa, before taking both flavors into his hand.

"Thank you so much Doc!" he looked at his sister once again and waved the two lollipops on her face.

"Can we go know?" growled the bulky man who was leaning against the wall.

"Sure, yeah, he will have a little bump for a couple of days but other than that, he should be perfectly fine," the doctor helped Olaf get down of the bed and smiled when the kid turned around and gave him a hug.

"Thank you for curing me doctor!"

"No problem pal, take care. I don't want you falling off the table anymore OK?"

Olaf nodded and reached for Elsa's hand.

The doc looked concerned as the blonde limped her way out the door.

"Stop limping!" whispered her dad loudly in her ear.

She straightened up immediately, cringing at the sharp pain cursing through her sides all the way to her leg.

When they made it to the car, Elsa and Olaf sat in the backseat; she didn't want to be anywhere near to the man.

The kid rested his hand against his sister's arm and looked up, he tucked at the blonde's shirt. She looked down and her heart broke when the boy kissed her right rib and placed the purple lollipop in her hand.

"I hope you feel better Elsa," he smiled and laid down on her lap.

The girl stroked his hair and closed her eyes.

She couldn't stop the tears from falling.


Anna looked at her schedule then up at the door number; she couldn't believe she was forced to take art.

What's the worst that could happen? she thought, why does it need to be my first period though?!

She blew her bangs out of her face and opened the door.

"Yoo-Hoo!"

She smiled.

"Me name is Mr. Oaken! You can seat anywhere you like yah?!"

She nodded and sat on the back by the window, she realized how there was only three people in the class.

"You like the sunlight?!"

She looked at the teacher and smiled, "Yeah, it makes me feel less miserable."

"Oh, I...ummm... I'm sorry."

"Nah it's OK Mr."

She took a piece of paper out and began to draw tiny snowflakes all over it; she glanced out then window and rolled her eyes.

I just hope this damn year goes by fast.

She looked up startled at the force to which the door swung open.

The blonde looked around the room, not even acknowledging Mr. Oaken's welcome. She made a quick eye contact with the redhead and made her way to the back of the room. She chose the seat on the opposite side on Anna and dropped her bag.

"What's your name honey?" asked Oaken joyfully.

"Elsa."

"...Elsa..." he repeated to himself, "have you taken art before?"

"No."

"Honey umm...could you please get your feet off the table?"

"Why?"

"Because tables are not for feet."

The blonde laughed, "No fucking shit! If you don't tell me I probably wouldn't have noticed."

Oaken looked hurt. He lowered his hands (they were on the table, one on top of the other) and stood up.

How, he's like 6'4! His voice doesn't match his body at all! Anna tried to hide her chuckle.

"I don't like swearing dear. I'm asking you nicely if you could get your feet of the table yah?"

"Fine, fine. You, leave me alone K? I didn't have a good morning."

Anna saw the pain in Elsa's eyes as she lowered her legs.

"I'll let your attitude slip this time yah? I don't like sending people to the office, but if you act like this everyday we will have a problem."

The blonde looked down and nodded; she looked around and made eyes contact with Anna again. She quickly turned her face to the other side and rested her head against the table.

Wow, thought the redhead, it's the damn first day and I want it to be the last.

Anna didn't know why the blonde acted like that, but she didn't care.

She did know one thing though.

She didn't like her.