There was a slipper between the door and the doorframe. Anna was unsure if that meant she was welcome to just walk in. Inside, there was Kristoff's voice, talking hurriedly with someone, but no answer was heard. She hesitantly knocked the door. She tried to be as gently as possible, and not to disturb the strange slipper.

"Anna, come in! The door is open!" Kristoff called from the apartment. Anna hesitated, their morning routine had never differed much. This was strange for her, but eventually walked in nevertheless.

"Arght, this is all wrong," Kristoff muttered, holding Elsa's hair. He was standing behind the couch which Elsa was sitting on, playing with her hair. "—No mom, I didn't meant that. I'm just trying to tie Elsa's hair but I can't concentrate right. This shit—I'm sorry, mom—this crap is hard, I don't know how girls manage with hair like this all the time," Kristoff spoke to the phone resting between his shoulder and ear.

Then Kristoff turned to look at Anna standing awkwardly at the doorway. He gestured her to come to him, and Anna hesitantly complied. When she was standing next to Kristoff, behind Elsa, Kristoff gestured Elsa's hair and mouthed her to finish it. Anna pointed her chest unsurely, and shook her head. Kristoff just showed her doubts off with his hand and mouthed that it was fine. Then he started walking towards his own room, continuing his conversation with the person on his phone.

Anna stood awkwardly behind Elsa, and Elsa tuned to look at her quizzically. Anna gestured awkwardly Elsa's hair and asked with shaking voice: "May I?" Elsa just nodded softly, and turned her head so Anna had better access to her hair. "A bun?" Anna asked. It was easy to assume, since she had seen nothing but a bun on Elsa since the Stitch jumpsuit incident.

Elsa seemed to ponder her answer for a while, and then she said: "Could you make a French braid?"

"Yeah, sure. That's what you want?" Anna asked with wavering voice. Why did this have to be so hard and awkward?

"Yeah, I kind of feel like having a French braid. Kristoff can only make a regular braid, but I like the French one better," Elsa confirmed with a nod.

"Okay, I'll make one then," Anna said stiffly.

Then she took the comb that Kristoff had left on the back off the couch, and started brushing Elsa's hair. The silky tresses felt like warm sea waves going through her fingers. The silvery locks were glistening with the early morning sun rays filtering through the curtains. It all was so alluring that Anna wished to press her cheek against the platinum waves and fall asleep like a little child against her mother's shoulder.

Silence was easy with Elsa, much easier than speaking. It felt just right to be like this with Elsa. Brushing her hair and doing other girly things she could have done with Elsa, if she had been her sister when growing up. She actually felt a pang of jealousy towards Kristoff. Why did Kristoff get to have Elsa as his sister, and Anna didn't? Then she immediately regretted that thought. Kristoff was sharing his sister with Anna, letting Anna have something she always wished to have. How could she envy Kristoff, who was being so generous?

Was it weird, to want to share one's boyfriend's sister? Because Anna definitely wanted. She really liked Kristoff, and thought he might be the one, but she had this weird feeling with Elsa, that they were meant to be. Was it possible to be a soulmate with someone she wasn't romantically interested in? Because she had never felt as connected with anyone. Not like she was feeling just then and there, merely by brushing Elsa's hair. Of course she hadn't had that many people in her life, but the feeling was just so overwhelming.

Anna didn't even notice the tears trailing on her cheek. Not before the running mucus in her nose forced her to sniffle. "Are you alright?" Elsa immediately asked with a worried tone, and turned to see Anna's face.

"Oh yeah. I'm fine. It's just—," she didn't really know how to explain her feelings to the unaware girl, who was probably going to think she was crazy, if Anna told how she felt about her just then. "It just feels so right—to be with you—like—like we're meant to be together." Anna took a deep, shuddering breath. "I know it sounds crazy—I sound crazy. But don't you feel it too?"

There was a long quiet moment, and Anna was terrified of what could be going in Elsa's head. But then there was a soft whisper, barely audible: "I do." And then Anna knew for sure, that you didn't need romantic love to have a soulmate.

"You know, it's really important for me that you get so well along with Elsa," Kristoff said with voice so honest, Anna almost felt like crying. "She isn't the easiest person to get along with, I know, but you're the first person she seems to be okay hanging out with. You know, beside our family."

"She's really special. I admit, it was hard to be near her at first, when all she did was pushing me away. It's still hard, at times. But I think she is worth fighting for. I have this strange feeling with her that I need to be close to her. Not close like I'm with you, of course! But I want to get to know her better, I need to," Anna answered honestly. Then she pursed her lips and looked up to Kristoff, squeezing his hand a little harder.

"She has that air around her, doesn't she?" Kristoff asked rhetorically with a chuckle. "She has just always been so closed off from the world. People always assumed she just thought that she was better than everyone else, but Elsa isn't like that. She's just—she's just Elsa," Kristoff smiled with a hint of melancholy.

"Was she bullied in school?" Anna asked, because she got a feeling that other children wouldn't like a girl who thinks she's better than them. Were you bullied? She didn't dare to add that question. Kristoff would tell her himself, if he wanted to.

"Yeah, a little bit, not too much. I was always with her and our parents were always ready to raise a hell with school and the other parents if anything were to happen. The kids didn't really dare to do anything, they just left her alone." Kristoff took a small break before continuing: "When we got older, the bullying got more sexual. Elsa grew up to be very pretty and her unattainable status made her wanted by every guy in the school. She was called an 'Ice Queen' because she never agreed to go to dates or any other shit like that. Luckily I grew up to be bigger and stronger too, and I was able to keep her safe myself. The bullying never was too bad, but Elsa has always been sensitive. There was a time I was afraid it would break her."

"I think Elsa is stronger than you give her credit for," Anna said thoughtfully. She truly believed her words, Elsa didn't seem to be the porcelain doll Kristoff always described her to be. Anna didn't think that Elsa would actually break so easily. Unlike Kristoff often made it sound, Anna believed she needed way more than one gentle breeze to crumble.

"Elsa is—," Kristoff had to think to find the right word "—troubled. She might look all strong, but she isn't. It's just a front. I have to take care of her and make sure that the world won't crumble her under its pressure."

"Maybe you should let her carry some of the weight herself, let her show you that she can," Anna suggested. She had grown up with overprotective parents, who didn't ever let her try to face her problems herself. She got a feeling that Kristoff was doing the same to Elsa, no matter how well he meant. Maybe it was finally a time for Elsa to try her own wings, like Anna had.

"No, Elsa isn't ready for that."

"Elsa isn't, or you aren't?" Anna asked, but Kristoff gaze immediately told her that she had overstepped her boundaries. "Okay, I get it, Elsa needs you." Anna took a deep breath: "How's your family?"

Kristoff's face brightened immediately with the subject change. "I actually wanted to talk about that. My mom called and asked me and Elsa to go home for a week. I promised her that we would go after Elsa gets crutches and she doesn't need a wheelchair anymore. I think we could leave after a week or so. That way Elsa could have some time to adjust to her crutches"

"Oh, that's nice," Anna said, feeling more than a little sad. She was going to be all alone again. It was going to be a long week. It wasn't like she could just go to home for a week. She really needed to start making some new friends.

"Yeah, and I thought it would be great if you would come too. I know we haven't been together that long, but it would mean a lot to me if you would meet my mom, Pabbie and Olaf," Kristoff added sheepishly and rubbed his neck.

"Really? You would take me to meet your family?" Anna asked, getting excited.

"Well, Elsa is most of my family, and you two are starting to hit out really well. It would be really nice for you to meet the rest. I mean, they can be quite strange, and loud, like really loud. But—," Kristoff started insecurely apologize beforehand, but Anna stopped him.

"I would love to meet them!"

"Oh, really?" Anna nodded enthusiastically. "Oh well, I guess I can call mom, and tell her that you're coming with us?"

"Yes!" Anna exclaimed. "But is Elsa fine with me tagging along? I wouldn't want to impose"

"Yeah sure," Kristoff's words were positive, but his tone wasn't. It was quite obvious that Kristoff hadn't asked Elsa's opinion beforehand.

Anna didn't want to interfere with the siblings' relationship and communication, she hardly had any right to, so she just commented a soft: "Okay then." Kristoff could deal with Elsa the way he saw best.

Elsa was sitting on the couch, where Kristoff had left her. Her wheelchair was in her room, since Kristoff had carried her from there, like most of the mornings. The morning walk Kristoff and Anna shared, had took unusually long, and Elsa was getting impatient. She had some schoolwork she was supposed to do, but her laptop was in her room, and there was no way she was getting there without her wheelchair.

Elsa wanted to curse Kristoff for leaving her on that damned couch, but she had to remember her place. She couldn't survive a day alone without half of her limbs, so she had to be good girl and suck it up. Kristoff was already doing too much for her, she couldn't start complaining now. If Kristoff forgot her on the couch, she would be quiet and watch TV for the whole day, if she needed to. She had to be thankful for the help she had.

Trying to inspire herself into thankfulness and acceptance of her situation, did not stop her from breathing out of relief when the front door finally opened. Kristoff, Sven and Anna came into her view and she had to bite her tongue to stop herself for immediately asking for her laptop. Elsa didn't want to seem greedy.

The pair seated down to the couch with her, making her shift a little farther uncomfortably. The couch wasn't big enough for three people, in her opinion. Elsa didn't like casually touching people. It didn't help any, that Kristoff immediately wrapped his right arm on Anna's shoulders. Public shows of affection always made her uneasy, no matter how much she had grown to accept and like Anna.

"Hey Elsa! I asked Anna to accompany us to the visit to Tromsø," Kristoff said and plastered a smile. A smile that clearly told her that he had already promised Anna, and it would be really awkward for all of them if she started arguing about it.

"Oh, that's nice," Elsa answered with a weak smile. She tried to swallow her disappointment and jealousy. She could feel the familiar tingle of fear bubbling in her veins. First Kristoff had stopped asking Elsa to come to the morning walks, then she had gotten that feeling that she wouldn't be welcome, even if she wanted to go. Then Kristoff had chosen to go in Anna's apartment to play some videogames instead of their normal sibling movie night. Of course Anna had invited her too, but she had been so upset that she knew she couldn't hide it if she wasn't alone. And now Kristoff was going to take that girl to her home.

Bulda was going to love Anna. And Olaf and Pabbie, too. They would all see what a wonderful girl Anna was, they would have no space for poor and broken Elsa anymore. Elsa was just dead weight on their shoulders. Anna was someone, who could make everyone forget their problems and worries just by being around. Elsa was no match for her. She was going to lose her family, she knew it. Finally they would realize, that Elsa didn't deserve any of them. She was just a greedy little girl, who took everything she was given.

Then Elsa was pulled out from her dark thoughts, and she realized that Anna had rambled for a while already. "—and I never was able to get a driving license. So I guess you and Elsa will do all the driving?"

"Elsa can't drive," Kristoff said matter-of-factly, and quirked his eyebrow.

Anna looked at Elsa and her whole face flushed red, eyes widening and mouth ajar: "Ooh, I'm so sorry! I'm an idiot sometimes!" Anna smacked her forehead with her palm. "Of course Elsa can't drive without her right leg and arm."

"Well, it's not like I could drive anyway. I don't have a driving license either," Elsa shrugged.

"Oh, you don't? But Kristoff has, why don't you?" Anna asked with confusion evident on her face.

"Elsa can't drive," Kristoff repeated, with an emphasis.

"She can't? Please don't tell me this is some stupid 'women can't drive' –thing. Because lemme tell ya—," Anna started, puffing her chest out a little.

"No, no! I don't mean that she can't-can't in sense of she isn't able to—though she isn't, because she never learnt to drive. But she probably would have been great driver, if she could drive—wait. No. That doesn't sound right. What I mean, is—," Kristoff rambled. Talking himself deeper and deeper in the trap, before Elsa put him out of his misery.

"I can't drive a car. Dad tried to teach me, before he passed away, but it never worked. I would start sweating cold sweat, my heart tried to race out of my chest, and my hands started shaking whenever I sat in front of the steering wheel. I was in a bad car accident as a child. I can sit in a car just fine, but I can't drive one," Elsa explained.

Most of her traumatic childhood memories were off the table, she would never willingly bring them up. This particular memory wasn't one of them. Of course she had been, and still was, sad about her biological father's death. No matter what kind of person he was, he was still her father, she was obligated to feel bad about his death. But no amount of sadness could make her regret what had happened that night. That night had finally freed her from that torture she had called life. So no, bringing that accident up didn't feel too hard for her.

"Was Kristoff in that car accident too?" Anna frowned.

"No, just me," Elsa answered quickly. She hoped her tone made it clear that she wasn't up to talk about details. While the car accident wasn't a sore point for her, she didn't want to say anything that could lead to her other childhood occurrences.

"So you've been in two bad accidents involving cars? Jeez, my parents wouldn't have never let me out of my room ever again, if something like that had happened to me," Anna said, only half-joking.

"I'm also considering locking Elsa up here permanently," Kristoff chuckled, also only half-joking. Elsa shoved him with her good arm and with an annoyed look. Kristoff pretended to be a tiniest bit afraid of her stern look. Unfortunately for Elsa, she looked more like an angry puppy.

"Well, I guess Kristoff will have to drive the whole way then. Elsa and I have to concentrate on eating chocolate and sleeping. Just a fair warning though, I snore a little," Anna grinned to Elsa.

Maybe, just maybe this trip wouldn't be such a disaster, after all.

A/N So yap, here is this. Nothing too big happening, I'm just building up the relationships and the story. I hope you enjoyed reading it. If you did, please make my day and leave your thoughts on the comment box.