Elsa

I jump down from the side of the stage.
The crowd parts for me again, although their faces look stunned by my swift departure. I fly through their makeshift aisle, not daring to meet any of their eyes. Even if I had wanted to, I'm moving far too fast to allow my eyes to focus on anyone's face long enough.
I don't know if I'm being followed. Jack might be following behind me, or perhaps he's too stunned like the others.

I glide through the balloon arch, my dress flowing behind me like a rough current of water being blown violently by the winds of a snowstorm.
My hands push hard against the gymnasium door, swinging it open without needing to halt my departure for even a second.

I flee down the hallways of Arendelle High, desperately searching for a way out.
I wrap my arms tightly around myself, clinging to the see-through fabric of my sleeves.
I have to hold myself this way to keep myself from falling apart altogether.

I round a corner. The main exit comes into view. The glowing, red 'exit' sign never looked so glorious as it does now. That's saying something because I've had many down-right horrible days at this school, most of which happened within the past week.
I sweep down the hall toward the exit. My bangs are flying all over the place. My braid is thumping up and down against my back with each step that propels me forward.

Once again, I extend my arms out toward the door and thrust it wide open, freeing myself from the captivity of the school walls.

A gust of wind blasts into me with a shivery chill. The temperature has fallen, leaving the air much cooler than it had been when I first arrived at the dance with Jack.

It doesn't take me long to realize that it's raining. Hard.

That storm I had seen looming in the distance has finally come to thrust it's ruthless power over Arendelle.

I can feel the raindrops splattering against my head and shoulders as my feet pound against the wet parking lot pavement.
My beautiful gown is going to be completely ruined.

It doesn't matter now.
What matters most to me right now is getting away from here.
I have no predetermined destination. I'm just going wherever my feet take me.

My feet take me behind the school and into the solitary security of the forest beyond.

My tiara gets knocked from my head by one of the tree branches.

Anna

I'm still completely stunned by Elsa's unexpected departure.

She just stood there on the stage, staring out at the crowd with a haunted expression upon her face... and then she just ran.

It took us all a moment to recollect ourselves.
A hush of confusion fell upon us during the few minutes after she disappeared from the gymnasium.
Being that this is a high school Prom filled with ignorant high school students who, in all honesty, couldn't care less about anything other than partying, they are able to bounce back relatively faster than I am.
The music resumes as well as the zealous dancing on the gymnasium floor.
I'm sure there's some whispered conversations going on amongst the group of single girls, gossiping up a storm about their Prom Queen. It's the most exciting thing that's happened to them all night, save for that attractive electric guitarist. He's totally shredding up his fretboard right now, by the way.

I snap out of it.
Regardless of the fact that I basically just had a fight with my sister, she's still my sister and I've got to find her.
There was something about that look in her eyes that wasn't right.

Jack Frost has vanished, as well as Rapunzel and her prince charming, Flynn Rider.

I'm assuming that Rachel probably isn't too pleased about being beaten out of the crown.
I don't blame her.
I'd be disappointed, too, if I knew I should've won but didn't.

I exit the gymnasium, through the doorway underneath the green and yellow arch of balloons.
I stop abruptly, getting hit in the rear by the door closing shut behind me.
There's a fight going on in the hallway with small gathering of students watching on with intrigued expressions.
How can people stand to watch this? It makes me sick.

I immediately recognize the two kids involved in the conflict as none other than Jack Frost and Flynn Rider.
Jack appears to be the victim. Flynn looks seriously irked.

Flynn shoves Jack back against a locker, yelling, "This is why you listen when someone gives you a warning."

Jack cringes, clearly in pain. He manages to reply in a firm voice, "I get that you're mad, but you need to get over it."

"I warned the both of you!" Flynn shoves him harder. I can't stand listening to the sound of Jack's body hitting the metal.

I can tell that Jack has to bite back a cry of pain. Still, his tone is calm. "Flynn, we can't do this now. I have to find El-"

The third shove drives me over the edge.

You can spend your whole life hiding, terrified of ever doing anything to help.
You can spend your whole life telling yourself, "I'm just a little Freshman girl; what can I possibly do to make a difference?"
You can spend your whole life in silence, never speaking out to stop the hurt.
You can spend your whole life never looking back when someone needs your help.

But... life's pretty short so you should probably stop wasting it.

Disregarding that little voice in the back of my head trying to tell me that I'm too small and insignificant, I speak up.

"Stop it!" I cry out, pushing through two bystanders to come to Jack's aid. "Stop it, Flynn." I squeeze between Flynn Rider and Jack Frost, creating a wall of protection for Jack.

Flynn snickers down at me. "Move out of the way, little girl."

"No." Surprise flickers in his eyes by the strength of my voice. My eyes burn into his, locked in an intense staring contest, far surpassing the intensity of the staring contests Kristoff and I had participated in.
Flynn breaks away.
Anna is the reigning champions of staring contests.

Poor, weak Flynn Rider backs away from both Jack and I.
Jack takes this as his opportunity to get away, darting down the hall in the opposite direction.
Flynn looks even more irked by this, but he doesn't partake in any more aggression.
I think he's feeling too dejected right now to even think about starting up more drama that he'd probably end up losing to.
I'm guessing he isn't used to not coming out as the victor. The poor guy has to deal with defeat twice in one day.
Before he walks away, he says, "Come on, Hans, let's get out of here."

This is when I notice that Hans Westergaard is one of the bystanders.
Hans is lurking in the background. I can see him internally cringe when we make eye contact.

"Hans?" I gasp. "I've been looking for you all night! Where were you? Never mind, I need you to come help me find my sister, Elsa."

I reach out toward him to grasp his arm. I was going to yank him out of the school as I did when we were at Chuck E. Cheese. For some reason, he moves his arm away, causing me to grab nothing but air.

"Your sister is Elsa?" Hans furrows his brow.

"Yes." I nod, swiping for his arm again... and missing again. "She's missing. Let's go look for her together."

Flynn taps his foot, impatiently. I'm sure he's wanting to get his sorry self out of here as fast as he can. "Come on, Hans, let's go."

Hans moves toward Flynn Rider and away from me.

I reach out one last time and cling to his arm, halting him in his place. "Hans?" My voice sounds pitiful. I hate that it does. "I need you to help me find my sister."

"Oh, Anna." A condescending tone falls from Hans' lips, the same lips that I let kiss mine. "If only there was someone who would help you."

"But..." I loosen my grip on his arm. "I thought you could."

"No." Hans laughs. "By the way, I got back together with my girlfriend. She's waiting for me in the gym right now. The only reason I ever went out with you in the first place was because I needed someone to stand in as my Prom date. Having a Freshman for a date would have been pretty pathetic, but not having a date at all would've been worse. You were so willing, you practically threw yourself all over me. Unfortunately, it turns out I didn't need you after all. Now if you'll excuse me, my real date is waiting."

I let go of him, letting him distance himself as far away from me as he possibly can.

He broke his two promises.
I would never let you get stood up.
I would never shut you out.

The only two promises he ever made to me. He broke them.

My sister was right.
Kristoff was right.
Hans is a jerk.

The remaining bystanders trickle away after Hans and Flynn disappear back into the gymnasium.

I'm standing alone in the hallway now.
Silence surrounds me in the worst way.
I can't move nor can I breathe.
I can't even believe that Hans isn't who I thought he was.
I can't believe that my perfect Hans isn't perfect at all.
I can't believe it, but yet it is.

If only there was someone who would help you.

There is.

I retrieve my phone from the clutch clenched a little too tightly in my right hand. This night has me thinking that clutch's are really great stress relievers.

I dial in the four digit passcode to unlock my cellphone.
In my list of contacts, under the K section, Kristoff Bjorgman's number had been saved in the memory of my phone.
I have never texted him, nor have I ever called him.
I do so now.

The ringing sound resonates in my ear, obnoxiously. It takes three rings until someone picks up.

"Hi, Kristoff?" I speak, uncertainly. "I really need your help right now."