Hello, you smexy people! Didn't expect me to update today, did ya? Well, that makes two of us...
Thank you White Belt Writer, blind-saint, princezilla, WhenTrueDreamsComeAlive508, StormBreeze, Unsightly, and Guest for reviewing! *smiles and gives kittens*
Wow, Princezilla, that's a pretty good guess, but not quite. It's sorta kinda a little bit in that direction, but, hey, you're the closest guess so far:D
Oh. My. God. White Belt Writer. HOLY FUCKING CHEESEBALLS. If you do fanart for this...I...I-I can't even...*sniffle*...let's just say you would be the most amazing person I've ever met. I shall name my firstborn in your honor! lol
Disclaimer: No soy dueño de Congelados. Es la propiedad de Disney. Si usted puede leer esto, por favor, sepan que realmente no hablo español. Sólo quería sonar fresco.
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Anna woke up with a start, nearly screaming at the loud noise as she sat up quickly in bed. Her eyes darted around her room frantically, prepared to fight off whatever had come to attack her. Her heart slowed down when she saw that she was still in her bed in her room, sunlight gently shining through her window.
Head still hazy with sleep, Anna sighed, realizing there was no serial killer with an ax trying to kill her like in her dream. She brought the back of her hand to wipe the still wet drool off her cheek before she laid back down on her side and pulled her covers close to her face, relishing in the beauty of sleeping in.
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Anna's bloodshot eyes snapped open again, and she turned onto her other side to glare at her phone on her nightstand. She grabbed it roughly, pulling it from its cord as she prepared to throw it across the room before thinking better of it. Sitting up once more, she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and yawned, reluctantly making herself wake up to see why her phone was going off. Once her eyes adjusted to the screen's brightness, Anna looked at her phone and saw that she had twelve messages, four missed calls, and one voice-mail from Kristoff.
Awe man. I forgot to wish him good luck at his interview this morning. She scrolled through her texts, seeing that most of them were about where she was and what happened last night as well as a sarcastic 'do you wanna wish me good luck.'
She glanced at the time and saw that it was already eleven o' clock in the afternoon. Still way too early for her to be up. The temptation to go back to sleep and stay in bed all day was agonizing, but she remembered that she had a guest and should probably tidy up her pig-sty of a house while said guest was hopefully still asleep.
She reluctantly got up out of bed with a stretch, enjoying the way her bones popped. She trudged to her closet and changed into loose jeans and a green top. Giving her bed one last longing glance, she crossed the hall to the bathroom where she proceeded to tame her wild mane of hair and brush her teeth, taking Elsa's shredded clothes out of the bathroom to be thrown away.
Speaking of the ice girl, Anna walked to her parents'—no, the guest—room's door, creaking it open ever so slightly and peering inside. She didn't dare open it more than an inch or two, praying her innate clumsiness wouldn't wake up the blonde.
Anna bit her lip to contain the "awww" that wanted to escape her mouth. Elsa was an adorable sleeper. She was curled up in a tight little ball, her back to the door and silvery hair splayed over her pillow. The blankets were nearly perfectly unwrinkled, evidence of the blonde's not moving at all in the night. She watched the slow rise and fall of her side and heard her soft breathing. Smiling, she shut the door quietly, careful not to make any noise.
Just as the door was about to close, Anna's stomach growled long and loudly. NoNoNo shut up! Startled, she peeked back at Elsa, seeing her snuggle her face further into her pillow while murmuring in her sleep and pulling her body tighter around herself. Anna breathed a sigh of relief and left Elsa in peace.
Alright. Plan of action: clean up shitty house then have breakfast. Anna strolled down the stairs, cleaning up trash, clothes, and miscellaneous things as she went. She went into the living room and picked up the mountains of crap she had hoarded, making the floor and couch visible again. Then she went into the kitchen and threw a load of dishes into the dishwasher.
Wow, cleaning doesn't take nearly as long as I thought. I should do this more often.
It wasn't long before her insatiable stomach growled again. Ok. Food time now. She walked into the kitchen and began pillaging through the many cabinets, regretting having not restocked lately as her eyes grazed her nearly bare shelves. She couldn't have simple cereal or anything. She had a guest to impress.
Her surprisingly long search ended in success. She had found her treasured container of pancake mix. Genius, Anna.
She cleared off the pots on the stove and surrounding counter before she pulled out a bowl and ingredients and started mixing the batter. Well, she likes chocolate, so why not make chocolate-chip pancakes? She reached into the small cupboard above the fridge that was her sacred stash of all things chocolate and pulled out a bag of chocolate-chips that she generously poured into the mix. As she mixed the batter, she began to hum.
I kissed a girl, and I liked it~
Suddenly, Anna stopped her stirring. Wait a minute.
I kissed a girl.
Did I like it?
True she was gay, a fact that her parents were proud of her for coming out with. But that had been her first kiss ever, and it was stolen from her in some sort of language exchange ritual.
She should have been mad or something when it happened, but really she was just surprised. Even though her first kiss was technically stolen from her, she felt alright about it. Whether or not she was alright with the fact that it was stolen or that she was alright with the person who stole it, she couldn't tell. She's had a few pursuers in the past (never an actual girlfriend), all who turned out to be manipulative cheaters and scumbags and even some genuine weirdos, like Meg. But somehow, what she felt—or rather, what she was starting to feel—towards the mysterious blonde was different. Almost like a magnetic attraction.
Idiot. You've known her for what, a few hours? Not even a full day? Calm your hormones, child.
Speaking of the girl, Anna found herself walking back up the stairs towards the blonde's room to check on her again. She should be awake by now. She creaked open the door and found Elsa awake and sitting up in bed, braiding her hair to the side like she had seen it the other day. Elsa looked up as she heard the door open, and again Anna seemed to choke at the sight of those blue eyes.
Anna stopped her gawking and cleared her throat. "Um, good morning. *cough* I'm making breakfast downstairs. Well, I guess it would be more like lunch now, technically, considering the time. Anyways, you can come down when you're done getting ready. Take all the time you need. I'm a slow cooker." Elsa smiled, revealing a row of perfectly white teeth, and nodded as her fingers continued to deftly braid her platinum locks.
Anna's heart sped up when Elsa continued to stare at her. "I-I guess I'll go get you some clothes to change into," she stated quickly as she fled the room.
Anna headed to her own room to get her friend some clothes. Rummaging through her closet and drawers, she couldn't find her spare pair of pants. I just had the damn things. Where did they go? Frustrated, she went downstairs to continue her search in the laundry room which was through a door under the staircase. She kicked clothes out of her way as she carved a path through her crap to climb into the room. Ugh, I definitely have to clean in here, too.
She flicked on the single light in the room and grabbed the pants, thankfully folded and clean, from the top of the dryer. When she started climbing out of the room, she heard a knock on the door.
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"Coming!" Anna called as she made her way quickly towards the door, throwing the pants over the side of the couch as she passed it.
She opened the door and was immediately thrown to the floor. The wind was knocked out of her as an enormous weight pressed down on her chest. She felt a warm moistness on her face as she was assaulted by something smooth, warm, and wet.
She laughed, struggling to get the furry weight off of her. "Ew! Stop it, Sven! I'm happy to see you too, boy!" Anna continued her struggle, but Sven, the ninety-pound German Shepard, continued his assault on her face, un-phased by the redhead's attempts at freedom.
"Come on, bud, get off," said a gruff voice above Anna. The weight was lifted off of her, and she wiped her face on her shirt, still giggling.
"Hey, Kristoff," she greeted heartily as her friend helped her from the floor. "Wow, what happened to you?" she asked as her eyes glanced quickly over his body, taking in the black uniform that he was wearing.
Kristoff crossed his arms and puffed his chest out. "I got the job," he stated smugly.
"That's great! Congratulations, Kris!" Anna cheered as she smacked his shoulder playfully.
Rubbing his arm, Kristoff laughed at her enthusiasm. "Yeah, the guy interviewing me was a total dick, though, and scary as hell. I thought I was going to wet myself. Literally."
Anna giggled. "Hey, you got the job, and that's all that matters." She gestured to his uniform with her hands. "But what's with the getup? It's a little too formal for you."
He shrugged. "It comes with the job."
Anna nodded in understanding. "Well, we can't stand out here all day. Come inside, ya bum." The pair entered the house, and Anna led Kristoff to the living room, forgetting completely about the pancake batter she left sitting in the kitchen.
Kristoff plopped himself in the recliner by the window. Looking around the house in amazement, he whistled. "Wow, you really cleaned up the place. I can actually see the floor."
Anna huffed. "Oh, shut up. You're place is ten times worse than mine." She sat down on the couch adjacent to him, crossing her legs, and again Kristoff laughed.
He bent to pet Sven between the ears as the dog made its way to lie between its master's legs. "So where were you last night, Anna? It was like you dropped off the face of the earth. I texted you like a million times. The gang was disappointed big time. They had a movie planned for after dinner and everything."
Anna didn't answer immediately. Could she trust Kristoff with Elsa? He did keep her secret about her being gay for years before she told her parents, but this wasn't that simple. This was an ice-wielding super-woman. Well, he's never let me down before... Anna continued her indecisive debate with herself, but she eventually concluded that she would completely trust him with her life if she had to, so why not this?
"W-Well," she began, swallowing nervously. "Funny you should ask about that." Kristoff raised his eyebrows in suspicion. "I-I kinda' um, made a new friend?" she ended with her voice hiking up an octave. She shifted her position on the couch, folding her legs underneath herself and hugging her arms.
"Oh? And who is this 'friend' of yours?" asked Kristoff in slight amusement.
Anna could feel herself begin to sweat in her nervousness. Calm down, Anna. It's just Kristoff, your best friend. What could go wrong? She cleared her throat. "Elsa!" she called. "C-Can you come down here? My friend Kristoff wants to meet you. You know, the one that gave me the chocolate?"
There was silence for a few moments before the two heard the opening and closing of a door followed by slow, limping steps that cautiously patted down the carpeted stairs.
Sven lifted his head and sniffed the air curiously before perking his ears towards the staircase, his body posture at attention. Kristoff looked down at his dog, seeing the way it tensed before looking back at the staircase. Something's not right, he thought.
Anna craned her head back when she heard the footsteps end. She saw Elsa at the bottom of the stairs, clutching the railing and too scared to come out from behind the wall. Anna flashed her a reassuring smile that she hoped wouldn't betray her own nervousness. "Don't be scared, Elsa. He won't bite. He just smells like a dog."
Slowly, Elsa peeked her head from around the corner before limping into full view, leaning against the wall.
Anna was absolutely not prepared for what happened next.
Elsa's shy face and unsure posture changed immediately when she saw Kristoff. Her eyes flickered from his uniform to his face before her eyes widened, her face hardened, and her whole body tensed like a wound up coil.
Kristoff gaped in utter surprise when he saw her. He shot from his seat, pointing his finger accusingly at Elsa. "It's you!" he screamed harshly. Sven jumped up and began barking and growling threateningly at Elsa, his teeth bared and his fur bristling.
Despite her injuries, Elsa was across the room and on Kristoff before he could think. She shoved him roughly against the wall with a blast of icy wind, harshly knocking the wind out of him as his clothes frosted over. She grabbed his throat despite their height difference and pinned him against the wall, but not choking him. Kristoff's hands flew to his neck, digging his nails into her arm as he tried to escape her grasp. Elsa punched him hard in the face, though it was obvious that she was holding back. It wasn't hard enough to break anything, but blood now dripped from Kristoff's nose.
Anna shot up from the couch. "What the hell are you doing?!" she screamed, waving her hands. She made a move to dash forward and break up the two but was cut off by a snarling Sven who ran in front of her and jumped at Elsa.
Surprised at the animal's attack, Elsa fell to the ground with the beast on top of her. Elsa held her hands on the dog's face and neck, trying desperately to keep its snapping maw away from her face as its weight pressed her to the floor.
She managed to wrap her hands around its muzzle and summon ice to freeze it shut. She then kicked the dog off of her with a grunt, and it went whimpering away, scratching at the substance that was now hurting its face.
Elsa struggled to get up, wincing as her aggravated wounds throbbed in pain. She barely made it to her knees before she was tackled from the side by Kristoff. She cried out sharply in pain when his knee dug into her thigh hard. The two began to roll on the ground, throwing punches and kicks whenever they could.
"Stop fighting!" Anna screamed, again preparing to jump on the two and break them up.
Just as she was gathered to do so, the two stopped rolling. Kristoff had Elsa pinned to the floor with his weight, and he kept one of her arms held down with his hand. He leaned back, preparing a heavy punch to her face.
Elsa caught his fist as it was about to make impact and squeezed tightly, making a light popping sound that caused Kristoff to squeal in pain.
She then easily flipped them so that she was straddling his waist. She punched him twice in the face to daze him before she materialized a knife of ice into her hand and pressed it to the rugged man's throat.
"NO! ELSA, STOP! HE'S MY FRIEND! PLEASE, STOP!"
Elsa snapped her head back to look at Anna, her eyes wild and breathing heavy. She froze in that position, her eyes darting around Anna's face before they rested on her eyes, now filled with un-spilled tears.
Anna looked back into Elsa's eyes, seeing that they had darkened. They looked like the empty eyes of a predator about to deliver the killing blow to its prey. They scared her, and she flinched visibly.
The flinch Anna made acted like a switch in Elsa. Her eyes immediately began to clear and turn back to their normal clear blue, this time revealing fear, surprise, and uncertainty.
Fighting back a sob, Anna held up her hands as she looked into Elsa's frantic, fearful cyan eyes. "Elsa, he won't hurt you—or me for that matter. He's my friend. Please," she begged softly, her voice much more calm and controlled than she expected.
Elsa stared at Anna a moment longer before she turned back to look at Kristoff, seeing his terrified expression as he tried vainly to lean away from the knife that pressed dangerously against his jugular.
The knife evaporated from Elsa's hand, and Anna breathed easy again. Slowly, Elsa got up off of Kristoff before limping away and sitting on the armrest of the couch, her hands clutching her head.
Anna sighed in relief. "And Sven," she said. The blonde flicked her wrist and the dog was freed from his frozen muzzle.
Anna rushed over to Kristoff, cradling his wounds and making sure he was alright. As Elsa watched Anna baby the large man, her fists clenched, and her eyes hardened as she continued to clutch her head, wincing.
Anna situated Kristoff back into the recliner, standing back slightly. Kristoff rubbed his face in pain, trying to get his focus back. She then sat on the couch as both Elsa and Kristoff cooled off from their small brawl.
Anna was the first to break the silence.
"So…," she began, looking from Elsa to Kristoff. "You two know each other?"
"No," Kristoff spat out, still rubbing his face, while Elsa shook her head.
"You could have fooled me, Kris," Anna bit back in retort as she crossed her arms.
Kristoff turned his chair roughly towards his friend. "Anna, why the hell is she in your house? She could've killed you!"
"But she didn't," she pointed out. "Besides, she would never hurt me. She's super sweet, and I kinda' almost ran her over last night, so she's staying with me for a while."
Kristoff gaped at his friend. "Sweet? You call nearly killing me being sweet?"
Anna fumbled for an answer. "Y-You just scared her, that's all. I mean, the first thing you did when you saw her was scream at her. How do you know her anyway?"
Kristoff plucked a tissue from the tissue box on the coffee table and held it to his bleeding nose. "She's wanted, Anna."
"Oh, really?" she drawled sarcastically. "And who might she be wanted by? I'm the only one who knows her."
Kristoff ignored his friend's sarcasm. "My boss," he said shortly. "Or rather, my boss' boss, technically."
"And who might that be?" she asked.
"General Hans."
Anna blinked before her face turned to shock. "As in, Hans the new military prick?"
"Yep." Kristoff flexed his hurt first, making sure nothing was broken.
"Kris, what the fuck kind of job did you get?!" Anna nearly yelled.
"I'm training dogs for the police," he stated defensively.
Anna glared steely at her friend. "Then why the hell are you involved with the military?"
Kristoff shrugged, putting his hands up in defense. "I don't know! The General and the Lieutenant are like best friends or something."
"Then exactly how would the authorities know about Elsa?"
Kristoff didn't respond at first. He plucked another tissue to hold up to his nose while he avoided making eye contact with the fuming redhead.
"Kris," Anna prompted in a warning tone.
"I'm not supposed to talk about it, alright? If Hans found out I'm talking to you about this, he'd have my neck."
Anna rolled her eyes. "Kris, she's living in my house. I think I'm involved enough for you to tell me why the heck the biggest weirdo in military history knows about my alien friend. And don't you dare try to pull that confidential bullshit on me."
Kristoff cringed at her tone. "S-She's a monster, Anna. She...She appeared out of nowhere last night and started attacking people. She put four guys in the hospital."
"What?!" she cried in denial. "No, she didn't."
"Yes. She did."
"Then why haven't I heard about this? If someone knew about her, she would make headlines."
Kristoff rolled his eyes. "Well, when an ice freak takes out four special-ops officers single-handed and escapes, you kinda' don't want to spread that info around. People might start to panic."
"But—" Anna began, jumping to the blonde's defense.
Kristoff interrupted her with a wave of his hand. "No, Anna. She's a monster, and she could hurt you, too."
Anna clenched her fists. "Elsa would never hurt me."
"How do you know that? You don't even know her!"
"I just…I just do, alright?" she said in a small voice, her fists relaxing in her lap and her head drooping.
"Are you kidding me right now, Anna? Didn't you see how she just attacked me? She could've killed me!" Kristoff yelled.
"But she didn't."
Kristoff laughed mockingly. "Alright. She attacked me and my dog and nearly killed me, but that's okay because she didn't finish the job."
Anna ignored his comment as she stopped to think for a moment, refusing to believe that Elsa attacked without reason. Elsa would never do something like that. Her eyes fell to his uniform. "She probably just attacked you because of your uniform. Those four guys probably wore the same thing."
"So she's just a psychopath that attacks anything in a uniform. That makes up for everything." Kristoff rolled his head back into the chair.
Now it was Anna's turn to be pissed. "Don't you see, Kris? Look at how banged up she is. Who do you think did this to her? They must have attacked her."
"You don't know that."
"Neither do you."
"Yes, I do."
"Why? Because your douche of a boss told you?! I can't believe that you would take his word over mine!" Anna yelled in complete disbelief.
They glared at each other dangerously before huffing and turning away from each other.
"So what's your plan now, smart one?" Kristoff huffed.
Anna turned back to him. "Huh?"
He sighed. "You can't just hide it in you house, Anna," he lectured.
"First of all, she's not an it. She's a girl, and her name is Elsa. Second of all, why the hell not?"
"You don't understand, Anna. You haven't met Hans. He's a lunatic. He'll do anything and everything to get it—her—no matter how many people he has to take down in the process."
Anna was silent. "What do we do, then?" she asked, hoping Kristoff already had an answer.
"Send her back," answered Kristoff.
"What?"
"Send her back to wherever she came from."
"What do you mean, the side of the road?" Anna asked incredulously.
"No, I mean her transporter or mother-ship or whatever the hell she came here on," Kristoff exasperated.
Anna looked away from him, twiddling her thumbs.
Kristoff groaned, closing his eyes and putting his face in his hand. "You haven't even asked her where she's from, have you?"
Anna shook her head in the affirmative, slightly embarrassed.
"I knew you knew nothing about her." Anna opened her mouth to argue but Kristoff cut her off. "Now's your chance."
Anna turned to look at Elsa. She had been quiet and eerily still during their whole conversation, simply sitting on the armrest of the couch as she listened to the argument. "Elsa?" The blonde looked into Anna's eyes with an unreadable expression. "Where did you come from?"
Elsa's stoic mask fell, her face now sad as she shrugged.
"Do you know how to get back to your home?"
She shook her head tightly, her head drooping.
There was now an awkward silence surrounding the three before Anna tentatively asked the last question nagging at her mind.
"Can you remember anything?" she asked softly.
Elsa bit her lip, her shoulders rising as she turned away from Anna and shook her head slowly.
Anna felt her heart clench painfully. Oh, Elsa, she thought sadly. What happened to you?
Kristoff's face went red in anger and he balled his fist over his knees. "Why the he—"
"Kris, please," interrupted Anna. "She's got a pretty nasty head wound. It probably gave her amnesia or something."
Kristoff scoffed. "Yeah right. Hey, you," Elsa reluctantly turned towards Kristoff. "Where did you come from? How did you get here?"
Elsa glared at him before she shrugged again.
Kristoff was fuming. "You can at least answer me! Or am I not a worthy enough being for you to talk to?!" He turned angrily towards Anna. "How can she understand us anyway?"
"Please, Kris. S-She can't talk," Anna said calmly as she blushed at the memory of her and Elsa's kiss.
"Why? Is she stupid or something?" Kristoff spat as he bitterly gestured towards Elsa.
Elsa growled and narrowed her eyes.
"No, she's not stupid, Kris."
"Then what's wrong with her?!" he yelled.
Anna threw her hands up. "I don't know, okay?! Maybe it's from her head wound or something! Can you please stop yelling at me?!"
Kristoff backed off, shaking his head as he continued to fume, though on the inside he was slightly guilty for having yelled at his friend. Tense silence gripped the group again.
Anna watched Kristoff's face, observing the way he looked to the side and cocked his jaw slightly like he always did when he was thinking about something serious. She sensed what he was starting to think, and her suspicions were confirmed when his eyes flickered from Elsa to the phone he now had in his hand.
Anna turned to him, her eyes pleading. "Please, Kristoff, you can't tell anybody about Elsa!"
"Anna—"
"Please!"
"She's dangerous, Anna. We have to tell Hans," Kristoff stated sternly.
"What?! You were just talking five minutes ago about what a psycho he is! And now you just want to hand her over?!" Anna yelled, looking at her friend like he had just grown three heads.
"Yes, I know, but just think about it, Anna. She's better off with Hans than she is with you. You could get hurt," he said, looking at her concernedly.
Anna ignored his last comment. "So you want them to keep her in a cage? Cut her open? Do experiments?! Kris, you know what they'll do to her just as well as I do! How can you even think to let that happen?!"
Kristoff sighed in frustration. "Anna—she's not even human!" He threw his hands up and stared at his friend with wide eyes. "She's a monster who shoots shards of ice from her hands for God's sake!"
Anna was shaking with rage as she narrowed her eyes dangerously. "She is not a monster. She's my friend."
"Why do you even care about her? That monster nearly killed your best friend over here!" Kristoff yelled, poking a thumb at his chest.
Anna shot up out of her seat, her face as red as her hair. "Look at her Kristoff! Fucking Look. At. Her. Does she look like a monster to you?!" she yelled in his face as she jabbed her finger in Elsa's direction.
Reluctantly, Kristoff looked at Elsa. The blonde was looking up at Anna with a look of sympathy, gratitude, and near admiration. "Aya…," she said in a barely audible whisper. Kristoff looked at all the wounds and bandages on Elsa's body, obviously obtained in a big fight of some kind. He glanced back up at Anna and was surprised to see a look of fierce protectiveness in her eyes.
Kristoff hung his head with a sigh, knowing that he would never win this argument. "Fine. FINE—I won't tell Hans or anybody," he said begrudgingly.
Utterly relieved, Anna threw her arms around Kristoff's neck in a giant hug.
I know this sounds like an abrupt end, but the next chapter starts immediately at this point in Elsa's POV.
So...what do you guys think of Kristoff? Hmmm? He and Elsa don't seem to get along, do they? muahahahaha~
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