A/N Hey there! Thank you all for your support. I hope you've been enjoying the story so far. This chapter is more about Anna, so if you were wondering about her and her family, you are in luck! Enjoy, and leave a comment! :)

The drive to the university was quite awkward. The silence hung heavily on the air. Anna had tried multiple times to lure Kristoff into a conversation, but he hadn't take the bait, yet. Maybe sandwiches and old paintings weren't really Kristoff's thing. Talking about those had worked with her ex-boyfriend Hans. But then again, Hans was as fake as a three dollar bill. Should she try talking about dogs? Anna glanced Sven helplessly, she knew nothing about dogs, just that they were cute and smart. Maybe she should try talking about Elsa, instead. Kristoff seemed to care about his sister, and Anna would love to hear more about her new neighbors lives. She was sure Elsa and she would become great friends, and maybe even Kristoff would eventually warm up to her.

"Your sister is dope", Anna wanted to smack her forehead. Gosh, that sounded stupid. 'Your sister is dope' who says that? Anna didn't seem to be the only one, who thought she had sounded ridiculous. Kristoff immediately burst into laughter. Even Sven looked like he might start laughing.

"Oh my gosh, Sven. Did you hear that? She called Elsa 'dope'", Kristoff managed between the fits of laughter. Sven barked at that, it seriously was like the dog was actually laughing too. Then Kristoff started to calm down a little. He took a deep breath and said with a smirk: "My sister has been called many things, but dope isn't one of them. I love my sister, I do, but she's the most uptight person I know."

"She seemed pretty chill to me. Maybe you just haven't met that many people to compare her." Anna crossed her arms and huffed. She didn't like to be laughed at.

"Of course she seemed chill! Elsa was high as a kite", Kristoff exclaimed.

"She's a junkie?" Anna blurted out. Her hands immediately flew to her mouth, that wasn't right thing to say. And judging by Kristoff glum face, he didn't look amused either.

"Don't you ever call my sister a junkie again", he warned, and Anna just nodded eagerly. "And no, she's not a drug addict. If you didn't notice, Elsa had itsy-bitsy problem with half of her limbs, and she just woke from a surgery."

"If she just woke up from a surgery, shouldn't she be in, you know, in hospital, or something?" Anna asked, feeling quite skeptical.

"Well, try to tell that to her. Elsa hates hospitals", Kristoff sighed.

"Why?"

"She was really sickly child and spent a lot of her childhood in them. I don't really like to talk about it", Kristoff's tone was cold and dismissing, so Anna decided not to push the subject any further.

"Anyway, I don't care what you say. I'm an excellent judge of character, and I say that your sister is really nice and chill person. You're just trying to make her look less friendly to uplift your own status, mister", Anna teased, thought that didn't mean she didn't actually think so.

"Chilly would be closer to the term people usually use for her, but whatever you say", Kristoff's tone was amused, but he felt a little blue. He wished that Anna and Elsa could be friends, but he knew that the friendly-Elsa Anna had built in her mind, was buried too deep within Elsa's icy walls. Anna was too bubbly and warm to handle Elsa's coldness.

Anna just rolled her eyes and poked Kristoff slightly with her elbow and then grinned toothily. She didn't have time to say anything, however, because they arrived to the campus. Kristoff gave Anna his number, and told her to meet him there in an hour. Then they parted their ways.

Anna and Kristoff were walking around the campus with Sven, enjoying the summer breeze. Kristoff knew he should go back to check on Elsa. Especially since she hadn't answered his message, he had sent fifteen minutes ago. But Sven needed some exercise, and Elsa was probably sleeping anyway. His sudden need for a walk didn't have anything to do with how nicely his conversation with Anna was rolling. It was strange how comfortable Kristoff felt. He had never had real conversation with any other women than his sister and his mother.

"So, how it is to live with Elsa? Do you fight a lot? Don't all siblings fight?"

"It's nice. We have always got along just fine. We never really fight. Neither of us is really confrontational, I guess, so we'd just rather not to fight", Kristoff explained.

"Wow that must be so nice. If I had a sibling like that, I probably would have stayed in England with him or her. We could have even become roommates like you two, too!" Anna threw her arms into air and accidentally hit Kristoff on the jaw. "Oof! Sorry!"

"It's fine." Kristoff rubbed his jaw. "Wait. You're not from Norway? I wouldn't have ever guessed."

"Nope! I'm born and raised in England. But both of my parents are from Norway. They were childhood friends and then they fell in love and decided to move into England to study, and then they just stayed there. It's all very romantic." Anna said dreamily. "So I kinda did the same, but other way around. Well, without the childhood sweetheart. I just needed to escape my parents."

"Escape your parents?" Kristoff was horrified. Was this sweet girl abused as a child? Could it have been something similar to Elsa? Maybe that was why Elsa had been so friendly earlier, maybe she could somehow sense the shared experience.

"Oh no! Nothing like that! I can see from your face what you are thinking, but I wasn't abused or anything as a child. My parents are lovely, and I love them dearly." Kristoff sighed in relief. It hurt him to think about little girls suffering, like Elsa had been. And it would pain him greatly to think this happy and bubbly girl had to endure anything like that. In a way, Anna reminded him of Elsa. Anna felt kind of like Elsa's path not taken. With a normal childhood, Kristoff thought Elsa could have become as carefree and cheerful, instead of being wary and anxious. "They're just the worst case of helicopter parents. They were always terrified that something bad would happen to me. I wasn't allowed to go out of our house at all, when I was a child. Not even to school. I had tutors helping me through my compulsory education, and my parents were always breathing down to my neck. I didn't have any friends through my childhood. I was so lonely, I started talking to the paintings on our walls. It's no wonder I fell in love with the first guy, close to my age, I met."

"Wait. You fell in love with the first guy you met?" Kristoff asked, shocked.

"Yes, pay attention. He was one of my tutors, and only twenty. Hans was so handsome", Anna said dreamily.

"Only twenty? How old were you?" Kristoff asked suspiciously. He seriously hoped that the romance happened when she had been seventeen and not fourteen, or something.

"Uh, sixteen?" Anna scrunched her nose cutely while thinking about the answer.

"Wow, that's way too young, don't you think?"

"That's what my parents said too!" Anna exclaimed. "Well whatever, he turned out to be huge jerk, who just played with my feelings. He left me after taking my virginity. I cried for weeks and when my parents figured out what had happened, my father looked like he was going to kill Hans. I never saw Hans again, after that. I think my father managed to send him back to Denmark, where he's from. But that heartbreak made me realize that I couldn't live like that anymore. I love my parents, but I need to live a little too. I knew that I'll have to go and see the world after I turn eighteen, and my parents can't force me to stay. So I decided to find my roots, and applied the university here."

"So, how did your parents take it?" Kristoff asked, conversantly. Even though he wasn't sure he was comfortable with the amount the girl was sharing.

"Uh, I didn't really tell them. Not before I already had plain tickets and my grandmother called my mother to make sure that my coming was all set up." Anna felt little awkward to reveal how she had handled her parents. But there was no way they would have let her go, if they had knew earlier.

Kristoff was flabbergasted. How could anyone do that to their parents? His and Elsa's move to Trondheim had been hard for Bulda as it was, and they had talked about it a year before graduating. "You didn't tell them yourself that you were going to leave for another country? Jeez, I would have killed Elsa, if she did that to me."

"Excuse you, Elsa's your sister. I don't think you have any say to her decisions", Anna said, frowning a little. That was quite weird thing to say about one's sister. Well, what did Anna know? She had no sister, or friends with sisters.

"Whatever", Kristoff grumbled. There was no point of arguing about that. Anna didn't know Elsa, she didn't know that Elsa needed Kristoff to watch over her. She didn't know how Elsa needed someone to remind her to take her pills at the morning, and talk to her doctors about her treatments, and over all take care of her.

"Well, yeah, anyway. Mother came to ask me, why her mother thought I was going there to study and I had to admit that I was indeed leaving in couple of days and I was going to study in Norway. At first they forbade me from going, but when I told them they couldn't stop me anymore, mother started crying. It was pretty horrible actually. I've rarely seen my mother cry, but there she was, on her knees, pleading for me not to go to Norway. I didn't even know they hated Norway that much. It's such a beautiful country. I felt terrible for leaving like that, but what was done, was done. I wasn't going to back down from my life anymore. So yeah, here I am", Anna ended her story with a sheepish tone, and pushed her bangs behind her ear. Then she gave a shy look to Kristoff, to see his reaction.

"Woah, that's quite a story, feisty pants. I think you were quite brave. I mean, that was utterly stupid, but brave", Kristoff breathed.

"Eh, I guess it was. But how about you and Elsa? Are you from here?" Anna decided to change a subject. She had talked enough about herself. People were supposed to listen others too, right?

"Oh no, we're from small town, quite near Tromsø. There's no fascinating story about overprotective parents and secrets. Elsa wanted to study for architecture and the school here is the best, so we decided to come here", Kristoff explained dispassionately, like the move had been easy and without any problems. That's how Kristoff wanted to remember it, he didn't like to go into harder details.

"So Elsa wanted to study here, but what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Yeah, you. Why did you come here? Are you studying too?"

"Oh no. School was never really my thing. Elsa's the smart one in our family. I'm working in construction sites here. There's more work here, and I didn't want Elsa to go alone."

"You two seem to be very close", Anna smiled warmly.

"Yeah, we are", Kristoff smiled back. Then he looked at the time on his phone. "Talking about my sister, we should really head back. I've left her alone for way too long. C'mon Sven, lets go", he said and pulled the leash gently to gain Sven's attention.

Kristoff, Sven and Anna were closing towards the level Anna's house was at. There they saw their landlord waiting impatiently for Anna. Mad that none of the three young adults hadn't answered the phone. She opened the door for Anna and stormed off, muttering something incoherent. Anna just shrugged and grinned at Kristoff, her cheek with tint of pink.

Kristoff felt like he should say something to prolong their time together. He felt so ease with the new neighbor. Feeling so rare for him with a stranger. It had been quite awkward, time to time, but not in totally uncomfortable way. For the first time after meeting Elsa, he felt like he actually wanted to get to know someone. It was strange how the tables had turned just in hours. At morning, Kristoff had yelled at the girl for leaving those boxes lying around, and now they were smiling to each other like old friends. He felt bad for judging Anna so wrongly earlier, and he knew he should apologize. It had been rough morning. The phone call from hospital had woken him up at ungodly hour and yet again he had feared for his sister's life. Kristoff knew it hadn't been fair to yell at the poor girl like that, though. Elsa's accident hadn't been her fault. But Kristoff wasn't good with apologizes.

"Uh, so—I was wondering, would you be interested—I mean, would you like to— if you would like to come walk Sven with me tomorrow morning. I mean, you don't have to! I'm not trying to make you our dog sitter or anything! I just—it's—we usually do these things together with Elsa, but I doubt she's gonna feel up to it tomorrow. I mean, you totally don't have to. I understand perfectly if you would rather—"

"I would love to come", Anna stopped Kristoff's rambling. She bared her white teeth with a beautiful smile, clasped and squeezed Kristoff's hand and then let it go. She squatted to give Sven good petting and then bid her farewell before disappearing into her own apartment.

Kristoff stayed there for a moment, unsure what to do next. He had basically asked a girl out, and she had accepted!

"What have I put myself into, Sven?" Kristoff asked the dog who just tilted his head a little. Then they kept walking towards their own apartment.

"Elsa?" Kristoff called after taking his shoes off at the entry and dropped the bag from the pharmacy. The area was quite dark, since the curtains were halfway, blocking most of the sunlight from outside. He could see the Elsa's feet poking to his vision from the couch. He walked towards the couch and peered from behind it to see the girl laying on it.

For a moment, Kristoff felt panic rising in him. Elsa was still as a corpse, not stirring even the littlest while Kristoff was observing her. Usually Elsa was such a light sleeper. But then he could see the slow rising of her chest and he heard a tiniest little snore coming from her slightly opened mouth.

Kristoff smiled, despite himself. Then he crossed the couch to be on its other side. There he took Elsa gently into his arms. The girl didn't show any signs of waking up, so Kristoff carried her into her room. He laid the sleeping girl on her bed and tucked her lightly under her covers. Then he tenderly kissed her forehead and told her to sleep well. He closed the door as quietly as he could, on his way out, even though there probably wasn't any reason to be quiet. Elsa was out cold.

And she stayed like that for the rest of the day. Kristoff, on the other hand, used his day playing videogames on PlayStation, and hanging with Sven. He both dreaded and waited for the morning walk with their bubbly, new neighbor, whom he couldn't seem to get out of his mind anymore.