The Arrangement ch. 3
Elsa's P.O.V.
Hello, my name is Elsa Arendelle if you do not know that already. You probably already know that I am engaged to my childhood friend Anna Simmons. Anna and I have been friends for as far as I can remember. Our parents are really good friends long before we were born and they thought that their children would be good friends as well.
I am a year older than the red head but it did not mattered to her at the time. I was never really good at making friends with children my own age since they thought that I was really weird but Anna made me her first friend when she was 3. We spent every moment together from playing in her backyard to taking naps together. I cannot remember a happier time when I was not with the red head.
I loved spending time with her and we did not want to be apart from each other. Sadly that was when it all came crashing down around us. When I was 6 years old, my Father obtained a better job in Oslo, Norway and I was forced to move away from Anna. I cried the whole way because I knew that I would never see my best friend ever again. I did not want to move from Anna because I would miss her terribly and I did.
I tried as hard as I could to make new friends while I was in Norway but it did not work out in my favor. Everyone there thought I was weird because they thought that I was high maintenance or that I was full of myself which was the furthest away from the truth. It ruined my self esteem and I thought I would never have any friends. My parents noticed and they tried everything they could to help me but it did no good as well.
I was missed being in the U.S. with Anna but I know that I could not ask my parents to return because I was not making any friends. They were happy here and I did not want to ruin that for them. My luck seemed like it was changing a little when I was 12 after I returned home after school one day and they told me that they have good news for me.
They told me to sit down on the couch when my Father told me that he gotten off of the phone with Anna's father and they talked about things concerning the red head and I. He asked me how I felt about the red head and I told him that she's my best friend and that I might have romantic feelings for her. When he heard me said that, a smile formed on his face and he takes my hands in his.
My Father told me that a long time ago before either Anna and I were born that he and Anna's Father made a promise with each other. The promise was that when they both were married and have children: their first born would marry each other. My Father asked me how would I feel about marrying Anna. That would I would get to see Anna again.
She would be all mine and I would be hers and only hers. I was overjoyed about that and I could not be any happy about seeing Anna again than I already was. I asked my Father when I could see her again but he said it would not be for awhile. It dampen my mood a little but I am still happy about seeing the red head again. I ran up to my room and hopped on my bed. I looked over at nightstand to see the picture of Anna and I when we were younger. We were at the park and I had my arm around the red head, smiling.
It was day before I moved away and I spent all day with Anna. It was the best day of life and the picture always brighten my day no matter how bad it was. It was not for another 5 years before I would finally see the red head and she had grown more beautiful than I could have imagined. I think that I have fallen more in love with the younger girl than I could have imagined.
She has definitely grown up but she is different from the little girl that I used to know. Anna is not the bubbly and optimistic little girl anymore. It seems like she does not want anything to do with me anymore and that hurts more than a knife. I do not know what happened to my red head friend while I was gone but I plan on getting her back no matter what it takes.
I love her more than anything and I would do anything for her. We are going to be spending a lot of time together and I want to know more about her. I know that she has become hip hop dancer and I really want to see her perform. I am not a huge hip hop or a rap fan but have seen a few hip hop dancers and what they do seems like it would be hard.
The red head told me that she has male genitals in hopes of pushing me away from her. I do not understand why she thinks that would that would push me away from her but it does not. I do not care about her anatomy, I just care the person inside. I know that Anna is a very sweet and caring person that I once known and I am going to break that harden shell that is surrounding her.
I became a ballet dancer because my Mother thought that I should a creative outlet for myself and I never really like it but I love the music though. It always seems to calm me down and put me in a better mood. My real passion is playing the piano and writing my own music. I have written plenty of my own songs and it is like I can put all of my feelings into a song.
I shown my Mother a few of my songs but she thought I should be putting my time into something more constructive. After that, I never showed her any more of my songs. It hurt that my Mother would say that but I should have expected it. I want to be a songwriter/pianist but I do not seeing that happening with my Mother pushing me to become a doctor like my Father.
I do not want to be a doctor like my Father. I want the freedom to choose what I want to do with my life but I do not see that happening. I do not have a choice but to become a doctor. I walked down the stairs to find my Mother and Father sitting at the table, waiting for breakfast to be served. I sit down next to my Father who is reading the morning paper and across from my Mother who is shopping online on her phone.
"Good morning Elsa, did you sleep well?" My Father asked looking up from his paper.
"Good morning Father, I slept very well last night. How about you?" I asked curious.
"I slept very well. How does it feel to see your wife-to-be?" My Father asked smiling a little.
"It feels amazing to see her again but she is a little different than I remember" I said twirling a fork in my hand.
"Well, it has been more than 10 years since the last time you two have seen each other. Sometimes you are not going to stay the same person as you were 6 but some things do stay same. Just give it time" My Father said putting a hand on my shoulder.
"Thank you, Father" I said smiling.
"She is still the same weird little girl back then, that hasn't changed" My Mother said not looking up from her phone.
"Mother, Anna is not weird. She is just different" I said frowning.
"Is that what we're calling it now?" My Mother asked through narrowed eyes.
"Mother, please do not talk about my fiancée like that. I do not appreciate it especially when she is not here to defend herself or in my presence" I said frowning.
"She may be your fiancée but you're my daughter so you better watch your tone, little girl" My Mother said frowning.
"Honey, stop it now. Elsa is right about the way you're speaking about Anna" My Father said frowning.
My Mother doesn't say anything else about Anna and I am grateful for that. The breakfast was served by our maid and my nanny Gerda. It was chocolate chip pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon for me. If there is one thing that my nanny knows about me more than anyone is my love/borderline on obsession for chocolate. Gerda has been with my nanny since I moved to Norway and she came with us back to America.
I spent more time with the older woman more than my own mother. When I was in Norway and even now, Gerda has been more of actual mother to me than my mother. The older woman placed the food in front of us and smiled lovingly at me.
"Thank you Gerda" I said smiling.
"You're more than welcome, Ms. Elsa" Gerda said nodding. "Oh, can you get me a glass of orange juice, freshly squeezed. Chop, chop" My Mother said snapping her fingers.
Gerda frowns at the back of my mother's head and make the strangling motion at her. I could not help but laugh at my nanny. My parents stared at me with questioning looks but I look down at my plate and started eating. I love my nanny's cooking and I love eating it. Gerda is an amazing cook and I love learning how to cook from her. I have learned how to make a lot of things from her. When I ever live on my own, I would definitely be able to feed myself.
"Elsa, we are going to go shopping later today. Have some mother-daughter bonding" My Mother said smiling sweetly at me.
My Father and I looked at each other for a second before looking my Mother with confused looks on our faces. Our last mother-daughter bonding was almost 3 years ago and that did not go over so well. She forced me into taking Paper Mache class with her and it was horrible. I can never look at glue the way ever again. I look at my Father and I am hoping that he will be to read my expression.
"Oh dear, I completely forgot that I promise Elsa that I would spend all day with her today" My Father said putting a hand on his forehead.
"Did you now?" My Mother asked raising an eyebrow.
"I did and I am looking forward to spending time with my daughter"
Thank the god! I love my Mother very much but she can be very overbearing sometimes… most of the time. It's the reason why I prefer spending time with my Father no matter how limited it is. He is a doctor and he loves what he does very much. I know that he tries to spend as much time with me as he possibly can. I just wish that I could spend more time with him.
I finish my breakfast before going up to my room to get dressed for the day. I go through my walk-in closet and decided on a simple blue dress with snowflakes lining the hem of the dress.
"You look very beautiful"
I turned around to see that it was my Father leaning against the doorframe of my closet.
"Thank you Father" I said smiling.
"You know that you can just call me Dad instead of Father. I would like to think that we're closer than that" My Father said chuckling a little.
"We are, Fa- I mean D-Dad" I said wringing my hands.
"If you're not comfortable with calling me Dad then you don't have to. I love you no matter what, Elsa" My Father said kissing me on the forehead.
"I know and I love you too, Dad" I said hugging him.
"Ready to go, my little Princess" My Father said holding out his arm.
"Yes, I am. Lead the way, good Sir" I said taking his arm.
End of ch. 3