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Chapter Four.

"Ugh! I'm never touching another drop of alcohol... again," Anna groaned, as she clumsily plopped herself down at the kitchen table. Her head was throbbing and although she had vomited three times already, she was still feeling extremely queasy.

With her head in the refrigerator, Elsa sniggered at her sister's self-inflicted predicament, before happily greeting her younger sibling. "Morning Anna. Now, I didn't know whether you preferred fruit loops or lucky charms." Amazingly enough, even though the blonde had been up half the night taking care of her sister, she had still managed to struggle out of bed to prepare breakfast for her beloved sister.

However, instead of answering in her usual cheery tone, Anna slumped forward, headbutting the tabletop whilst still grumbling incoherently.

"Sorry, Anna. Cereal is kind of my limit," Elsa admitted, rather shamefully.

"It's not that. It's more the case of, I just don't think my precious tummy can handle anything right now. Boy, am I ever glad it's my day off today."

Elsa rolled her eyes, she was positive Anna was just being over dramatic, until she spun around and caught a proper look at her sister's pale complexion and bloodshot eyes. That was when her expression subsequently softened and she couldn't help but feel a pang of genuine sympathy. "Oh Anna, you poor thing. You really do look terrible."

"Look terrible?" She wailed. "I feel terrible. Honestly. My head feels as if I've been hit by a speeding freight train, and my stomach feels so swollen, I keep thinking it's going to explode. Dang it, Elsa. Can't I just crawl into a hole and die?"

Although her words of wisdom were not something her sister probably wanted to hear right now, Elsa was going to say it anyway. "Perhaps it's a good thing you feel like this. An important lesson learnt about the effects of alcohol on the body, mind and soul. It's just not worth it, Anna. Trust me."

"I don't get it though. Whilst I was drinking, I felt great. Eurphoric even. How can something make you feel so good one minute and absolutely terrible the next?"

Finally, a question Elsa found she could easily answer. "Well, if you must know...alcohol triggers endorphins which can make you feel good. But the reason for the headache is the narrowing of the blood vessels which restricts blood flow to the brain. As for your stomach-"

Anna stopped her right there. "Yeah, yeah, Professor. I'll take your word for it." There was a pregnant pause, until Anna pounded her fists against the table. "God! I just can't believe how stupid I was! Last night, I think I made a total fool of myself...and on a first date too. Hans will probably never want to see me again after this."

Elsa wrapped a comforting arm around Anna's shoulder. "I don't believe that would be such a bad thing. I mean think about it. If Hans truly cared about you at all, he never would have allowed you to consume alcohol in the first place. He never would have put your life at risk by driving you home whilst under the influence, and he would never have exercised certain inhibitions in our hallway. If I hadn't of intervened when I did, who knows what could have happened."

"But he seemed like the perfect gentleman," she choked. "This is so, so terrible, because I feel like this is somehow all my fault. Perhaps I should call him and apologize."

"Anna. You have nothing to apologize for. Now will you forget all about Hans Westergard, he's not worth it. Besides, you don't need someone like him. Because the only person you will ever need is right here."

Anna sniffled hard, before hugging her sister. "Thank you, Elsa. Whatever would I do without you?"

"I have no idea. But I do have one final suggestion...and that if for you to go back to bed and try to sleep. You look absolutely shattered. I need to pop out for some groceries. But why don't I bring you home some chocolate? Believe it or not, our most favorite thing in the world can be a great hangover fixer. It'll help settle your stomach, rehydrate you and raise your blood sugar level."

"Who would have thought," Anna replied, nonchalantly.

Elsa giggled. "I know."

After eventually returning home from the convenience store, Elsa half expected Anna to still be sleeping. But as she quietly entered the apartment, she heard voices. The first easily belonged to her sister, however the other made her stomach lurch. After setting the bags down on the kitchen counter, she stormed into the living room, only to discover her sister laughing, giggling and buried in the arms of the one person she least expected to see.

"Anna?! Hans?!"

The two immediately seperated. "Hi, Elsa," the redhead greeted, abeit rather sheepishly.

"Hello, Elsa," Hans followed politely.

Oh how she loathed him. Seeing that mischevious grin plastered all over his face made Elsa's blood boil. She promptly cleared her throat. "Um, Anna. What's he doing here? Did you call him? After everything I said."

Before the redhead could explain, Hans jumped to her defense. "Actually, Anna didn't call. It was my idea to come here."

Glaring at him, the blonde folded her arms tightly across her chest. "Why?!"

Hans decided to give her a brief explanation. "Well you see, after I left last night, I couldn't help but feel guilty about what had happened. As a matter of fact, I had real trouble sleeping. I was so worried about my precious little spitfire, that I decided I just had to come here personally and make sure she was okay."

"See, isn't he so thoughtful?" Anna squealed. "And you'll never guess what else. I'm also completely, one hundred percent cured. Hans here made me some ginger tea and then some honey and lemon... and then voila! No more hangover. He's one hell of a miracle worker, that's for sure."

Elsa instantly ignored her sister's praise of this manwhore, instead continuing to condemn his seemingly inprobable good intentions. "You really didn't have to drive all the way over here. There are other methods of communication you know? We do have a phone, or you could have simply sent a text."

Hans of course had an answer for everything. "Well that would have be most informal and rude now, wouldn't it, kitten? Look, I didn't come here to argue with you. I've said I'm sorry, what more can I possibly say?"

Visibly shaking, Elsa bit her bottom lip. "Nothing I guess. But now that you have apologized, and appeared to have mended my sister. I'd like for you to leave."

Hans' eyes darkened and his smile faltered. "Yes apparently, it does seem I may have outstayed my welcome."

Anna chimed in angrily, aiming her insult directly at her sister. "Why do you always have to be so cold, Elsa? Hans actually took time out of his busy schedule just to come over here to see if I was alright. You could at least show a little gratitude."

Hans laced his fingers around Anna's. "It's okay, baby. If your sister doesn't want me here, then I will respect her wishes. Beside's, I should really be getting back to the office. They can't run the place without me."

Her heart began racing wildly as the redhead immediately started to panic. "But I'm going to see you again soon, right?"

Glancing briefly at the blonde, his mouth curved up into a smile. "Of course. As a matter of fact, I almost forgot. There's going to be a party held next Saturday night. And a popular socialite such as myself, who has a certain reputation to uphold is expected to attend. However, it would also be an honor to have my gorgeous girlfriend accompany me."

Elsa could feel a stinging sensation in her eyes, before lashing out. "NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT!"

Anna glared at her sister, her eyes flickering indignantly. "Wait, what?!"

"You're not going!" Elsa exclaimed stubbornly.

The redhead moved her hands so they were resting on her hips. "Well guess what, Elsa. I don't need your approval. I'm a grown woman. And I can make my own decisions. Just because you don't have a social life, doesn't mean I can't."

Hans secretly smirked at the blonde, responding in a low whisper. "Whoa, I've never seen her quite so feisty, at least when she's sober."

With tears prickling at her eyes, Elsa avoided eye contact, instead mumbling, "Shut up, Hans."

Seeing the stunning blonde so fired up, he decided to seize the moment and come up with the perfect suggestion. "You know, Elsa. You're welcome to join us. The more the merrier and all that jazz. Not to mention that two pretty heads are better then just one."

Elsa couldn't deny that she wanted to go, even if it was just to take care of Anna and avoid any further mishaps. But on the other hand, she didn't socialize well. A party was way out of her comfort zone. And to top it all, she knew full well she'd most likely be surrounded by a bunch of pompous jerks who no doubt worshipped Hans. Thankfully, she was brought out of her raging thoughts by her sister's voice.

"What'd ya say, Elsa. Do you want to come, or not?"

"I-I...I'll have to think about it."

Looming over her, Hans flashed her a devilish grin. "Well don't take too long, kitten."

As Anna escorted him to the door, she jabbed him playfully. "Hey, enough with the nicknames already."

Instantly he surrendered. "Sorry, my bad. Just force of habit I guess. I'll try and not let that happen again. Now, why don't I come pick you up after work tomorrow?"

Anna was beaming. "Perfect."

Oh please! Elsa had to work hard not to gag as the two then proceeded to kiss passionately in front of her. But as they were taking far too long, she was forced to cough loudly just to break up the two lovebirds.

"Bye Anna."

"Goodbye Hans."

Once they were alone, Anna wrapped her arms around her older sibling. "I knew you'd eventually warm to him. Perhaps one day, you might even become friends."

Elsa gently pushed her sister away, before giving her a firm warning. "Anna. Let's make one thing perfectly clear. Hans and I will never be friends. You maybe convinced he's suave and debonair. But that asshole still gives me the chills. However, I'll try to keep thing civil for you. But only you, Anna. Because your happiness is and will only ever be the most important thing to me."

A/N More to come...