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"Anna! Come on!" Elsa yelled, trying her best to keep her cool at the fact that her sister had slept in, again. But she couldn't really blame her, for they did just have a long break off of school, and it was always hard to break those sleeping-in habits for some. She sighed as she grabbed hold of the end of the stair rail, clenching her teeth.
During the time she spent while waiting for her younger sister, she had preoccupied herself with picking at the straps of her off-white canvas backpack. But that didn't keep her eyes from wandering over to her light blue duffle bag off in the corner by the front door.
She pursed her lips at the thought of how her practice went earlier this morning. Gosh, you did so bad! You were horrible! a voice echoed off in her mind. She sighed miserably and turned her head away abruptly, her loose braid swinging a little from the harsh movement. Closing her eyes, she reopened them down to her ankle strap flats. The heel half of her shoes, including the strap, were white, whereas the other pointed half of it was a light blue. For some odd reason she seemed to favor these chilled colors the most out of any spectrum of colors there was out there. Maybe it was because they reminded her the most of winter…or, of course, it was just her style. But who said there had to be only one reason?
"Oh, my gosh! I'm so sorry Elsa! We're gonna be so late!" Anna's voice echoed from upstairs. Elsa snapped her head up to the top of the stairs where her sister, seemingly out of breath, stood, struggling to stuff two notebooks in her brown leather messenger bag. "Ugh! Go in! Go in, you stupid, dumb…" Anna grunted loudly as she made a few more attempts at stuffing her notebooks inside her bag. "Oh, my gosh!" she huffed. "I said, go in—!"
Elsa winced a little, but she couldn't help but manage a small half-grin when her sister's face of distress instantly changed to one of pure astonishment. "Ha! I can't believe I just did that!" Anna held up her brown leather bag in front of her as if to show the whole world her amazing accomplishment. But in that same second, Elsa cleared her throat loudly with her eyebrows raised. "Huh?" Anna peered down at her.
"School?" Elsa said, having to only say that one simple word to get her sister back into heart attack mode.
"Ah! School! Right!" Anna freaked, panicking as she came rushing down the glistening white staircase, her strawberry-blonde hair, that was braided in two pigtails, bouncing at each step like sticks pounding on a drum set. When she finally landed right next to Elsa, she merely smiled sheepishly, laughing with unease. "Sorry…"
Elsa rolled her eyes but grabbed her sister's wrist and rushed out the front door quickly. When the two sisters had made it to the baby blue Volkswagen Beetle parked out on their icy driveway successfully without slipping, to their own amazement, they couldn't help but exclaim to one another that neither of them didn't actually fall for once as soon as they entered the freezing car.
"Wow! That was a first!" Anna exclaimed as she immediately reached out to turn on the heater and put it on full blast as soon as Elsa had turned the engine on.
"Oh, I know, right? You actually didn't fall! " Elsa joked as she turned her head and began to back the car out of the driveway, but her smile slipped away when she realized she had been falling out on ice practically every single day herself. What she was saying was true, and normally it was her little sister that slipped on ice—well, at least the ice on the driveway—for herself, well…her slipping business happened out on the ice rink. She would've preferred if she slipped on public ice, instead of ice meant for something more than just sliding and gliding around on. It was actually a little humiliating to her when she thought about it.
So she could keep her balance and manage herself perfectly fine when she was trying to avoid ice, yet when she wanted to be out on ice, she would always slip and fall? Now how exactly did that make sense? It definitely didn't fit together nicely like a puzzle.
"Hey!" Anna piped up. "There's always a first to everything, right?"
Elsa pursed her lips into a thin line before slowly nodding her head. "Right," she smiled, fully aware of the fact that it was a complete fraud on her lips; it felt as if she had just put on a mask, except for just her lips. "There's always a first…" She mumbled.
There was also always a last…but not for her.
It seemed like that "last" wouldn't ever happen for her with her ice skating falling problems. She sighed and turned the blazing heated air, which seemed to be melting her skin right off, down low.
"You're warm enough, right?" she turned to Anna, hand still on the crank that controlled the force of air that would get blown out.
Nodding her head, Anna pulled her seatbelt on, shuddering at the cold touch. As she exhaled out, her warm breath appeared in the chilled air in a puff of smoke. She grinned and began blowing warm air out for the fun of it.
Elsa left her hand on the crank for a moment, half tempted to change the temperature of the air to what felt more comfortable and suitable for herself, but she shoved the urge away and forced herself to deal with the warmth. In all honesty, it was way too hot for her liking. She felt like she was in a sauna of some sort wearing the wrong type of clothing. She could feel her arms starting to sweat a little in the black fitting blazer she had slipped on over her loose, white embroidered sheer tank. It didn't feel right at all.
It was winter. It was supposed to be cold. It was supposed to be chilly. And of course sometimes freezing. You weren't supposed to be sweating in the cold. But, of course, she had to remind herself that not everyone had a liking for the cold as much as herself. She may as well be the only one alive that liked the cold. And she wasn't sure yet if she liked being the only one. The nice thing about being the only one, however, was that you were your own ruler. You were your own queen. Isolation wasn't exactly what she would say to be known as the best palace or kingdom, but it was better than nothing.
.
"C'mon, Anna! Run! I didn't speed over the speed limit for nothing!" Elsa hollered with a wide grin down to her sister, who was barely starting to head up the first flight of snow-covered steps.
"One second! I'm coming! I just want to make sure I don't slip—it's already bad enough that I got some snow down these shoes! I'd rather not have to deal with wet pants as well, too!" Anna whined as she pulled her long sleeves over her reddening hands. "This hoodie is doing nothing whatsoever to block out the cold! I feel like I'm wearing a jacket made out of tissue paper!"
"It's okay, Anna, just breathe, okay? You'll be inside of the school building soon," Elsa lightly laughed as she skipped up the second and last flight of snow-covered steps.
When she made it to the top, she waited for her sister, trying her best to control her patience. They probably had two or less minutes now until the tardy bell rang. If they booked it to their classes, they might just be able to make it in time…
"C'mon, Anna…" She breathed out in an unheard encouragement. She began to bite her bottom lip in anticipation as Anna neared her and now only had a few steps before she was on the same level as her.
By the time Anna had finally made it to the top, Elsa rushed over to the doors and opened it, Anna following her in the same pursuit. When the two sisters made it past the second set of doors now for-real entering inside of the school building, a burst of warm air flooded all around them, chasing the cool air that had stuck to them off.
Elsa gasped silently, wanting to chase after the cold air and ask it to stay with her. As soon as the cold began to run away from the heat, she began to feel a little lonely and uncomfortable without the cold constantly hugging at her body. She felt weird, not having the one thing she was so used to around her. She felt out of place.
Anna, on the other hand, shared the exact opposite emotion and exhaled out a pleasured sigh. "Oh, my gosh! That felt wonderful!"
Closing her frozen blue eyes, Elsa shook her head lightly, but managed a grin. It's okay…you'll be fine she whispered silently to herself. And in that same instant, her small, grim smile faded and she beckoned for Anna to follow. As they rushed their way down the hall, their loose hair strands flying in the wind, the school bell rung and they soon came to an intersection where one had to keep going straight and the other had to turn to their right. It was time for them to split up. Halting in their run, the two sisters locked eyes.
"Well, I guess this is goodbye," Anna puffed out, now holding her leather bag against her chest; it was easier to run with it not bouncing against her legs like a basketball.
Elsa huffed out a laugh. "Yeah, I'll see you at lunch," she exaggerated, acting like it'd be a millennium until they saw each other.
"Ha, yeah," Anna grinned.
After they laughed it off, they both went in their separate ways, Elsa being the one who needed to go straight. It took her a moment, but eventually Elsa soon realized that she was late, and that she probably should start running instead of leisurely walking like it was a walk in the park. As she broke out into a run, she made a hard turn, nearly slipping on the small puddle of what she assumed to be melted snow. She cursed her flats for not exactly being the gripping type and instead being the sliding type, but shook it off when she recovered from her almost-knee-bruising fall and ran past a few classroom doors before finally making it to her destination.
By the time she had made it to her first period classroom, she abruptly hit the brakes to her moving legs and moved out of sight from the wide open door where she could hear her classmates chatting up a storm inside the room. She could only assume that Ms. Faux, their math teacher, was taking attendance, and if not that, then she was outside of the classroom getting some copies from the copy center. She really hoped it was the latter. That way, if it was the latter, she may be able to get away with her being late.
As she composed herself and quickly checked her hair, she took in a deep breath and walked inside the classroom, the loud chattering immediately filling her head almost as if she had just put on headphones. Pursing her lips, she glanced to the teacher's desk and soon all around the room, only to let out a sigh of relief: the teacher wasn't anywhere in the room.
What luck… She was going to be able to get away with her lateness. It's not like she was that late anyway, really. She was probably just a few mere seconds late…okay, maybe a little more than that…but still.
She sighed and headed over to her assigned seat. As she slid her backpack off her shoulders, she slumped down in her seat like she was a deflating balloon, and began to pull out the needed necessities for this class. When she had that done, she grabbed hold of her pencil and began to tap it out of boredom. After a few seconds of that, she dropped her pencil and bent over down to her folded up dark skinny jeans, beginning to pick at the sticking snow that had attached themselves to the bottom of her pants.
"Elsa!" an overly excited voice exclaimed, causing Elsa to jump.
Instantly she snapped her head up to the voice and smiled. "Oh, hey, Rapunzel..."
"I'm so sorry about this morning!" the short, frisky-haired brunette apologized. "I did arrive at your house, but when none of you girls came out, I-I had no choice but to leave—please forgive me!" Rapunzel clasped her hands together, bowing her head a little. "I'm so sorry for leaving you—it's just I couldn't be late to another one of my classes again—I was told that one more tardy would earn me detention!"
Elsa shook her head as she straightened her body out. "No, you're totally fine. Don't worry about it. I'd hate it if we were the cause to you getting detention."
"Yeah, but—"
"It's fine. Remember, it's me and Anna that are carpooling with you, and not the other way around. I'd like to think you have a say in whenever you can leave," she slightly smiled, dropping her gaze down to her hands that now held little snow scuffs from her jeans. She couldn't help but allow her lips to slowly pull down into a frown as she saw the snow start to melt in her hands.
"A-Are you sure? I mean, I feel terrible…" Rapunzel began to pull at her short brown hair.
Elsa softly smiled and rolled her eyes over to Rapunzel. "Really, it's fine… We're friends—it's not that big of a deal." She confirmed, suddenly realizing something different about the sulking girl next to her. "Hey, you got a haircut!" She could now only feel a small puddle of water remained in her hand, and she quickly flipped her hand over, wiping the water off with her pants.
"Huh?" Rapunzel stopped pulling at the bundle of hair she'd been tugging at. "My hair…? Oh, yeah! I did! Last Friday!" she brightened up.
Elsa let out a sigh of relief on the inside, seeing Rapunzel allowing the subject to change. She knew that if she didn't change the topic soon, Rapunzel would've gone on and on about how horrible and sorry she felt, and the next thing you knew, she'd be coming over to bring cookies and all of these other sweet treats until she felt like she had paid the debt, even though there was never a debt in the first place. And really she didn't need to be saying anything bad about herself like that. It wasn't her fault. Elsa knew Rapunzel well enough to know that she was a good person. She deserved good things in life. But how often did good people get good things?
"Oh, so not that long ago?"
Rapunzel nodded in response with bright hazel eyes.
"Wow, it looks great! I love it," Elsa smiled, trying to figure out if her smile was really genuine. She felt like she was lying—and it wasn't her words that were false… "Do you have any plans to dye your hair that blonde you used to always have ever since, umm…last year, was it?" She began to bite her bottom lip as she went through her memories. She was pretty sure that it was last year at the very start of their junior year that Rapunzel had started to grow out her hair to its original color.
Ever since she could remember, Rapunzel had always had blonde hair. Well, since fourth grade, Rapunzel had always had blonde hair. She was just one of those girls that could pull off having long blonde hair and looking absolutely natural and not to mention stunning in it. And surprisingly Elsa had never once really had a single ounce of jealousy about it. But jealously never was the monster that ate away at her—now was it?—it was the monster that never got even as close as a mile to her.
If there was anything or anyone that tore down her walls of protection, it was herself. She was her greatest enemy. But she was completely blind to this—completely unaware of it. It's never occurred to her that the one person she should watch out for was the girl who owned the reflection she saw in the mirror every day when she was by herself.
"You think?" Rapunzel pulled her hair out of her face and behind her ears, a little doubtful.
Elsa laughed lightly. "Yes!" she exclaimed, rolling her eyes a little. "It looks amazing, okay?"
Rapunzel pursed her lips, but smiled. "Alright…"
"Alright, class, off to your assigned seats!" Ms. Faux suddenly spoke up, catching everybody's attention and cooperation. "I'm going to be taking role, so… Yeah—that's right, get back to your assigned seats."
Grumbles and snickers could be heard throughout the classroom by the boys and girls in class, but Ms. Faux paid no mind to it, merely heading over to her desk and taking a seat at her white laptop.
Sighing, Rapunzel looked to Elsa and made an attempt at optimism. "Yay, it's time for…math…" Her voice dropped a little at the last word, but either way, Elsa laughed and shooed her friend off before she could get marked absent. Pursing her rustic pink lips, Elsa's smile began to fade as her thoughts began to wander back to the events that happened earlier that day. And the more she thought about it, the further her mind began to take her away from the small classroom she was in.
.
Until the bell had rung, indicating first period was over, Elsa had barely come back down to earth from her thoughts. It was only until Rapunzel came over and waved her hand crazily in front of her dazed face when she fully came to the presence.
The school day had dragged out long and slow, and it felt like forever until it was lunchtime. Elsa was kind of surprised when she caught her own reflection in a small round mirror, which was stuck inside of someone's open locker, to see that she hadn't aged and formed wrinkles.
As Elsa walked down the flooding halls that were filling up with more and more people, she soon found herself no longer walking in the middle of the hallway, but to the far right of it. Gosh how she really didn't like how crowded these hallways could get… It was a good thing she wasn't claustrophobic, or else she really would've been having some sort of mental breakdown.
She sighed as some random person behind her seemed to have shoved her a little. She wasn't sure whether or not it was on purpose, but when she turned around to see who it was, she didn't even have to think about it to know that the person who did this didn't even care and didn't even notice what they had just done to her. It's not like they cared much anyway. It was merely one of the dumb jocks—and to be specific, it was Hans Westerguard. And to get really specific, he was the high school's best batter on the baseball team—meaning, he was some stuck up jerk, and he was someone that somehow made all of the girls swoon like he was some superhero flying around unmasked or something—for crying out loud, he had Anna and Rapunzel caught in his web of tangled lies and useless charms! He used to do football, but…ever since his freshman year he seemed to switch with his likes and favor hitting the ball instead of throwing it.
And really it wasn't just Hans that was stuck up. It was mostly any other boy that participated in some big role on a sports team, that had some sort of fame that trailed behind him like a long red cape, that was a stuck up, complete, total jerk. But did anyone seem to see this? Nope. Not really. It seemed like Elsa was the only one. And it kind of bugged her that she was the only one seeing this. There were so many girls wasting their sweet, sweet time fainting over a simple wink of the eye from one of these jocks. One smile and one girl would just drop dead. One touch and another girl would have a heart attack! And of course this is all exaggerated…sort of. But overall, it was absolutely ridiculous how girls would treat and react to these guys.
Even other random guys that ranked so much lower than these jocks would treat these jocks like they were royalty of some sort. Sure, they were kings of their own sports, but that didn't mean they were worthy rulers. It always frustrated her whenever she'd see a boy who had a decent track of mind come crawling back to one of these jocks with their history report all typed up and ready to get rewarded an "A" that they didn't even deserve, let alone earn.
Elsa rolled her eyes as she began to turn around to walk away. She could barely stand how inconsiderate and rude these jocks were—especially Hans—why was she standing so close? Heaving out a sigh, she readjusted the backpack straps on her shoulders and began walking away, just like she should've done a long time ago.
"Hey Hans!" some guy suddenly exclaimed from a distance.
This caused Elsa to halt in her steps as she noticed people up ahead getting shoved out of the way by someone. "Oh, boy," she sighed. She didn't even have to see this guy's face to know who he was. She recognized this guy's voice belonged to none other than Eugene Fitzherbert (this guy was quite a talker)—but mostly everyone knew him by his nickname, Flynn Rider. Flynn was pretty much Han's best man. Now what made Mr. Flynn Rider so famous, other than the fact that he and Hans went way back, was because he was the best player on the baseball team that knew how to successfully make a steal from first to second base and second to third base, and he was also excellent at catching the other team whenever they would try to make steals, which was why they made him pitcher; he did have some good throws, but the main role of the pitcher wasn't exactly his strongest suit, in her own opinion. She's seen better…
"Hans!" Flynn called out once more.
Elsa could only frown in distaste.
"Flynn! Hey, what's going on?" Hans responded back.
Finally Flynn emerged out of the crowd with a big explosion of people getting shoved to the side. "Hans, you will never believe it, but I just came up with the most brilliant idea ever! It's genius! Ha, even I'm beginning to think I'm a genius with how ingenious this fantastic, most wonderful plan is!" He winked at some girls who all let out a sigh and began to fan themselves. Elsa couldn't help but look at this in horror—she thought stuff like that only happened in movies as an exaggeration.
This seemed to do more than just catch Han's attention, for some strange reason; and it wasn't the girls that caught his attention, for once, it was the actual words that spilled out of Flynn's mouth. "Oh? And what might that be?" He had this sick grin plastered on his face.
"Okay, it's—" Flynn opened his mouth, only to realize how many eyes were spotlighted on him. He heaved out a sigh and folded his arms as he turned to face the crowd, giving them all a look. "Alright, people, there's nothing to see here. I just got too excited. Now go back to whatever it was that you guys were doing, and have a great day!" he saluted off with an overdone grin, and just like that, people slowly, yet eventually all went back to their own business.
Elsa watched from off to the side as Flynn slowly turned back around to Hans with this weird smirk; Hans seemed to reflect the smirk on his own face. Seeing this only made her sick. What was she doing anyways? It was lunchtime, and Anna and Rapunzel were most likely searching for her. They were her first priorities—not Hans and Flynn.
She fully turned her back away, ready to head on her way—Anna and Rapunzel on her mind—when Hans and Flynn suddenly walked past her, Flynn having his arm wrapped around Hans' shoulders as he began to tell him something. She couldn't lie, she was a little curious as to what they were talking about…but it wasn't like her to eavesdrop—especially when it came to those two.
Eventually as the hallways began to noticeably start to thin out, Elsa glanced at the clock on the wall and her eyes widened. She really needed to find her sister and Rapunzel. It wasn't like her to be this late…
Sighing, she began heading on her way once more, only to find that Hans and Flynn had stopped walking a little ways up ahead. Her pacing slowed down a little, but she immediately picked up her pace, shaking her head to try and shake the nonsense tangling inside of her head out. She was going to walk by these two jerks like a perfectly, normal, inconspicuous girl. There was nothing to hear, and nothing to see. All she needed to do was just walk on by. There. That shouldn't be that hard. She nodded her head and tried to keep to herself as much as possible.
When she finally neared to the two boys and was now finally walking past them, the plugs that clogged her ears had somehow fallen out a little too early and everything began to spill into her ears.
"…so, it looks like this Saturday, those DreamWorks Freaks will be having their Winter Ball, and it seems like they'll be having some very, very special guests arriving…" Han's was smirking.
"Why, yes, so it seems…it's too bad that we won't be able to meet these special guests, considering our plans are already booked for that night." Flynn clicked his tongue in a mocking shame.
After hearing this, Elsa quickened her pace, feeling like she had just crossed enemy lines; she now really regretted she ever allowed herself to listen to them talking nonsense. And as she fully escaped out of hearing distance, something didn't feel right as she left Flynn and Hans to bask in each other's company. Something was wrong. What exactly was it, though? She felt like their words had somehow poisoned her mind or something…and she didn't even know what they were talking about. Why was she even caring about them anyway? She needed to stop this. Ignore it. It was nothing. It was absolutely nothing…right?
Elsa shook her head, slowing down a little in her walk. Pursing her lips, she then snapped her head up. "Anna and Rapunzel," she huskily exclaimed. They probably were wondering where she was. She needed to find them.
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