Wow, two weeks. I'm absolute garbage when it comes to updates. If you're still with me and don't hate me: I'm sorry! I hope you enjoy the chapter! I'd also like to thank my beta reader, HammyTheShark!

The sounds of chirping bluejays filled the serene atmosphere. The song echoed through the rustling leaves of the trees, eventually fading until another verse fills the air. The buzzing of cicadas blended in with the birds' melody.

The beaming light from the sun reflected on the morning dew of the sweet scented grass. A slight wind blew in to balance the light heat emitted from the sun. It was as if heaven had finally reached down to earth. The only thing that made the scene even better was the sight of a beautiful, strawberry haired girl lying across the red and white patterned blanket that lay atop of the lush, green grass.

Elsa sat up, brushed the platinum strands that obstructed the full view of her face, and eyed the motionless, slender figure across her.

"Anna?" She asked with a high pitched swing at the end of the second syllable.

Almost immediately, the unresponsive head turned to Elsa with a grin painted on her face. The redhead extended her hand, intertwining with the upright girl's digits. A blush ran up on the blonde's cheeks.

"Yes, Elsa?" Her soft, soothing voice drowned out all other sounds, all the calls of nature. It was as if an angel was singing.

"How did I get so lucky? The perfect day with the perfect girl." The french girl smoothly answered, her accent complimenting the words coming from her tongue, blush fading a bit as her confidence shined out in her voice.

Anna sat up, her once gorgeous smile replaced with a frown. After some awkward seconds of staring, the redhead burst out in a chuckle.

"Elsa, do you truly believe that I love you?"

Almost synchronized with the heart-piercing words, the golden sun faded as dark clouds replaced it in the sky. The low winds now blew with an intense force, all the while the leaves of the trees and the once lush grass shrivelled and displayed a sour brown color. The previously shining day turned into a dark nightmare in seconds.

"Qu'est-ce que tu racontes? I… I thought you…. you wanted to be with me?" Elsa said, fighting back tears that were inevitably going to fall.

She felt a darker presence behind her. Out of the shadows came a tall, handsome face. A man with shining orange hair came out from the darkened forest surrounding the scene. Hans.

He walked to Anna's side, softly taking her hand in his. The sight nearly broke Elsa as he leaned in for a kiss, a kiss Anna so happily accepted.

After their lips broke, Hans only said with a bitter smile on his face, "If only there was someone out there who loved you."

The blonde's face was now washing away with tears. The winds brought forth a bitter snow. The serene environment was now covered with a blanket of snow, growing stronger as a blizzard appeared.

Elsa's only priority was the couple standing before her, their laughs now mocking her very existence. It was getting to be too much. Her heart was racing, and her hands were shaking. Before Elsa knew it, her knees collapsed. She struggled to keep on her trembling hands. She looked up one last time to see the girl she loved walk away, holding someone else's hand. The blonde's vision began to blur. The winds knocked her down, her face buried in the snow. Everything turned black. Everything was gone. Anna was gone.


Elsa woke up.

She rose in a panic, heart beating fast and tears on her face. She was in her room. Well, it looked like her room. Most of the floor was covered with solid ice. The edges of her bed were blanketed in pure, white snow.

"Merde!" She thought to herself, rubbing her eyes to stop the bitter tears from continuing their fall. "Just a dream."

Elsa looked to her side where her phone rested. Extending her arm, she noticed she was still trembling. She straightened herself up and continued to her phone. She to see the crushing message from Anna. Even now, hours later, the sight of the text killed her inside. Every word felt like a thorn against her heart. With the tap of a button, the screen shimmered a light that reflected from the tears on her face.

"Get over it, Elsa." She scolded. "She's with Hans."

Trying to accept it was pure, cruel torture. A knot twisted in her stomach while feelings of anxiety taunted her thoughts. Anna was… everything…. everything Elsa always wanted. She finally found someone who appreciated her. Anna showed more love in the small amount of time they knew each more than Elsa's…..she cringed at the next thought….. her father, who barely acknowledged her existence.

Elsa threw the blanket off then sat on the side of her bed, now clear of the snow, and cupped her face. What had not occurred to her was the confrontation with her father when she got back home. Elsa loved the man, honestly, but he was impossible to please.

Memories began to flood Elsa's already tormented mind. Back home, Elsa lived a privileged life. She attended well-staffed private schools. The institution was… strict. Though she had access to astounding educational opportunities, grades weren't exactly her forte. Unfortunately for her, grades were the only things her father cared about.

Her past was extremely clear. Moments of sadness tend to stick around.

Wooden floors creaked at the gentle touch of a thirteen year old Elsa, making her way to her father's study. As the patter of footsteps stopped, a less-than-confident knock on a door filled the hallway.

"Yes, come in." came the monotonous voice her father so famously kept, muffled by the door.

Elsa walked into the confined room, walls filled top-to-bottom with collections of books. The wooden floor was replaced with soft, dark velvet carpet. In the middle of the room, lit by the rays of sunlight coming in through a single window, was her father's large, lacquer desk. She paused for a moment, watching as the man flipped through the pages of a book.

"You sent for me?" Elsa shyly asked.

He raised an eyebrow in surprise. "How is your English coming?"

"G-good," she said. "Ms. Gerda is a very good teacher."

"Good to hear," he replied putting the book down to look at his daughter. "So what's this about your geometry grades?"

Elsa made a very audible gulp. Math was never her thing, nor would it ever be. As her stress and anxiety increased, frost accumulated on the desk.

The man sighed. "Try harder, sweetheart. Please."

With that, Elsa briskly walked out of the study, hand clenched by her heart.

His concern for her education wouldn't have been so bad, had it not been accompanied by his overall lack of participation of her extra activities. Elsa's mind drifted to when she was fourteen. She stood in her room, facing a mirror which depicted a beautiful girl in a stunning light blue dress. The torse sparkled with flakes, the dropped to ankles length save for the slit that ran up her side. It was her school's father-daughter dance.

She exhaled deeply, then proceeded downstairs to meet with her father. He stood at the kitchen counter, stacks of mail in his hand. The man sported an untucked button down shirt, the bottom wrinkled from hours of tucking. His khaki pants were so greatly pressed that it looked like a smooth, endless puddle of still water.

"Père?" Elsa called out as she stepped into the room, one hand resting on the wall.

"Oh honey," His face lit up seeing how beautiful little girl has become. Not a second later, the smile faded as quickly as it surfaced. "Merde!" he said under his breath. "Is it tonight?"

She knew it. Elsa hoped that it wasn't so, but it was surely a possibility. Her father forgot.

"Honey, I'm so sorry. I was busy at work and-"

Elsa levelled her palm, gesturing him to stop.

"It's alright dad," she lied. "I… I didn't really want to go."

Before her father could fit in another word, she ran to her room, clutching the bottom of her dress. Once again, familiar but ever bitter tears ran down her cheeks. It wasn't like he was intentionally missing out on Elsa's life. His schedule just conflicted with hers way too much. It was a burden, but Elsa knew he loved her, even if it didn't show.

A familiar knock was at the study door once more. Elsa, now seventeen, approached her father. He folded his hands and looked up at the young adult with warm, comforting eyes.

"Avez-vous besoin de quelque chose? How can I help you, dear?"

"Bonjour, père." she said with confidence. She really did grow throughout the years. Elsa no longer held her tongue, but rather said what she wanted to say. "The letter has arrived."

Her father raised an eyebrow.

"I'm going to Arendelle. The exchange program accepted me." She said calmly. No emotion. No excitement.

He got up from the desk then slowly walked to his daughter. His footsteps were muffled by the fading carpet.

"Elsa," he said with a smile, hands cupping her face. "I'm so proud."

Those were the words. The words that Elsa has fought for. The words that Elsa cried to hear. He finally said it. The man wrapped his hands around Elsa. It was the warmest hug Elsa had ever felt. She was on the verge of tears. Finally, he was proud of her. It only took seventeen years.

The past stopped streaming in her head. She snapped back to reality, but her present hurt just as bad, if not more, than her past. It seemed as if there was no refuge for her, no haven to stop the ongoing pain that seeped through every moment of her life. The only time in life she ever felt safe was with Anna. Now it just seems like an impossible dream. Elsa truly believed that Anna was slipping away.

She mustered up what motivation she could to get up and start packing. It hurt. Everything hurt. It's true, Elsa was walking away from a horrible time in Arendelle, but that would also mean walking away from a possible bright future with Anna. The enthusiastic red haired girl was her only reason for staying.

Packing up her belongings proved to be an emotional battle. Her pictures were the first to go. Elsa gathered the photos of family that were set up to remind her what was back home. Then came the photos of her life in Arendelle, the captured pictures of nature she enjoyed seeing. She wouldn't be seeing them anymore.

Perched on top of her wardrobe was a plush animal. It wasn't just any, given to her by some distant relative in recompense for missing a birthday or event. No, it was the shark given to her by Anna.

Elsa first held the shark at arms length, just staring at it. She then brought it close and pressed it against her chest.

"Why did things have to change?"


Anna walked back into the living room to find Hans lying down on the couch. She plopped herself down on the end of the couch, sighing loudly. Hans corrected himself, sitting upright then scooting towards her. He wrapped his arm around Anna and gave a consoling kiss to the cheek.

She shivered at the touch of his cold lips. I didn't feel right. It wasn't right at all.

"Hans," she said, staring deep into his eyes. "Before this goes any further, please know that we're just friends."

The young man clenched his fist at his side, making sure Anna didn't see it. He let forth a smile.

"Of course," he said in a soothing tone. "Everything takes time."

Anna hugged him, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "I'm glad you understand."

"Why!?" Hans thought to himself. "What the hell is going on? Why isn't she just… why hasn't she come back to me?!" The internal struggle weighed heavily on his heart. The thing he's been fighting for is right there. The light at the end of the tunnel was in his reach. He was so close.

"It's Elsa." He concluded.

Anna knew that Hans loved her. It showed with almost everything he did. Hell, he even came to her house at the darkest hours of the night. She couldn't lie to herself, it was a sweet gesture. There was just something that kept her from running into Hans' arms and taking him back. She no longer felt at home with Hans. There was someone else.

"It's Elsa." She thought.

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