I know what I said!
I'm procrastinating a little on the OG story by updating this, luckily there weren't actually anything needed to add here...so yay for brain breaks!
I really like this chapter...I hope ya'll like it too...
Enjoy!
Elsa groaned as she winced at the pain shooting through her head. She really needs to stop drinking like that. After stretching a bit and resting her arm over her eyes to block some of the light that filtered into the room she freezes.
Her room never had light, there was in insistent tapping to her side and Anna's scent was drowning her.
Slowly removing her arm and opening one eye she looks to her side to find the object of her hatred.
"Care to explain why you're not only in my house, but in my guestroom?" Anna asked with a slight growl.
"I wish I could, but I can't and would you stop that foot tapping? It's making my headache worse," Elsa sighs as she drops her arm back onto her face.
"You should leave," Anna growled and Elsa sighed. She swings her legs over the bed and wills herself upright.
"Give me a minute and I will gladly leave," Elsa says. She just wanted to take something for her massive headache and go back to sleep.
"By the way Rapunzel has been worried sick about you," Anna huffs and watches the hungover blonde stand. She twitches when she sees her lose her balance, but Elsa manages to help herself.
"Will call her later," Elsa grumbles and looks to the shorter girl. A smile works its way onto her face. What she wouldn't give to wrap her up in a hug and rest her chin on that soft looking red hair.
"Why are you smiling like that weirdo?" Anna nearly snaps before sighing in irritation and dragging the girl out of the room by her hand.
Elsa wasn't sure why she was so calm around the girl. Maybe it was the hangover. Maybe it was the softness of her skin and warmness of her hand.
"Oh, look who finally woke up! Elsa dear do have breakfast? You need the protein," Anna's mother says as the two teenagers walk past the kitchen.
Elsa just about digs her heels into the floorboards and blinks tiredly to the older Anna look alike.
"Breakfast?" She parrots and her tummy growls. When was the last time she had breakfast?
"She was just leaving mom," Anna grumbles.
"Nonsense, the girl needs food and we have more than enough," the woman smiles. Elsa smiles back and makes her way to the table.
She freezes with a hand gripping a chair as her eyes lock with Anna's father. He had lowered his paper to look at her. She's not sure why she felt scared right now.
"Glad to see you can look me in the eyes this morning, last night you could hardly stand," he says and folds his paper. He smiles at his wife as she places a plate of food in front of him.
Elsa sat down shakily as a blush worked its way onto her face. Anna's mother places down a plate for her too with some water and tablets.
"Thank you, ma'am," she whispers and drinks the medication she was given.
"Care to explain what happened to both of us dad? Elsa can't remember," Anna said as she sat down herself.
"Well at about 1 am this morning Elsa knocked on the front door till I managed to wake up and open it for her. She then commented that I was not Anna before trying her very best to convince me to see her. I managed to steer her to the guestroom with the promise that I will fetch her," he explained before eating his toast.
Anna frowned and looked at the blonde. She opened her mouth to ask her why but Elsa placed her hand over the freckled girl's face.
"I don't know okay, so don't ask," Elsa said and nibbled on a streak of bacon.
"Elsa did say something interesting while she was slurring," he smiled and took a sip of his coffee. Elsa didn't want to know what she said.
"Sharing is caring dad," Anna hummed.
"She said and I quote, Anna is cute when she's angry," he smiled making Elsa choke on her scrambled eggs. After coughing up a lung she stood and picked up her toast.
"This is very good Mrs. Summer, but I think I will be leaving," she said and made her way to the front door. She didn't pay attention to her name being called as she started to jog to her house.
With toast in her mouth she unlocked her door and entered hastily.
"Look who finally decided to come home."
Elsa nearly jumped out of her skin as the toast fell out of her mouth. Luckily her reflexes kicked in and she grabbed for it. Nearly dropping it a few times.
"Great, my second mother, what do you want Mulan?" Elsa sighed and nibbled her toast.
"Where the hell were you last night? We have been worried sick!" The Chinese woman hisses and Elsa rolls her eyes.
"Yea right, probably just needed me to do some stupid job," Elsa says and drops down onto the sofa as she finishes her toast.
"Elsa for once in your life can you stop being a snarky bitch?" Mulan growled. The blonde jumped up and glared at the older woman.
"Don't tell me how to live my life Mulan. I will not have you disrespect me in my own home so get out," Elsa growled as she pointed to the door.
"Your parents would be so disappointed," Mulan said flatly. Elsa growled and picked up a pillow and threw it at the older woman.
"Stop bringing my parents into this!" Elsa yelled. Mulan's jaw clenched as she moved towards the door. Elsa picked up the crossbow that was laying on the table. Mulan's eyes widened before she disappeared out the door.
The blonde dropped onto the sofa and rested the weapon on her lap as she cried into her hands. Her head was hurting and she hated everything.
~TP~
Anna stared in the direction of the front door, blinked once then twice before turning to her parents.
"Am I missing something?" She asked confused as she ignores her plate for now.
"I think we're all missing something," her father sighed and continued eating. Her mother took Elsa's half eaten plate away before joining them at the table with her own breakfast.
"When was the last time we saw the Arendelle's, Harold?" She asked and he narrowed his eyes as he thought about it.
"Dare I say I haven't seen them in a frightening amount of time?" He says looking slightly nervous at his wife.
"Maybe they're away for work?" Anna tried. She wasn't sure if it was the truth, but she would admit that even she can't remember the last time she saw the scarily strict and proper adult Arendelle's.
"So, they leave the girl alone at home? I know she's old enough to look after herself, but she's still just a kid," her mother says as worry is now the only expression in her scrunched eyebrows.
"Not to mention underage to be drinking, especially the amount she had to drink to be that drunk last night, this isn't right," her father said with what Anna would describe as an angry dad look. The look he would get when he was disappointed with how adults treated their children.
"Look Elsa is a very responsible girl, she probably just had a lapse in judgment last night. She's always at school and her grades are on par with mine," Anna said trying to lighten the mood. She also knew her parents and she feared what they were going to do.
"Nothing stops us from being good neighbors and check in on her once in a while," her father says and her mother smiles.
"Maybe have her over for dinner a night or two a week just to make sure she's eating," she says and Anna groans. They frown and look at their daughter.
"Anna, we did not raise you to be mean to others," her mother scolds. Her shoulders pull up to her ears as she slumps down slightly.
"It's complicated between Elsa and I. We don't get along, I mean we're on the opposite sides of the food chain at school!" Anna whined trying to have her parents understand. At their frown Anna sighs.
"Look, there are undocumented rules that need to be followed at high school. Kids like me that are classified as nerds are on the lower end of the food chain. Kids like Elsa that are classified as popular are at the top," Anna explains as she divides her breakfast to show her thought process.
"You can't go higher than Elsa on the food chain, she's the Queen," Anna sighed and looked to her parents. They did not look amused.
"We didn't have stuff like this when we were in high school. You went to get an education," her father says. Anna sees her mother open her mouth to say something before shaking her head and deciding against that with a roll of her eyes. Anna had to resist a giggle.
"Times change," Anna shrugs and eats her food. It was so normal at this point she never thought to actually explain how high school worked. She just assumed it was like that all the time.
As she nibbles her toast she thinks back to what her father said. Did Elsa really say she thought she was cute when angry? Why would Elsa say that if she hated her guts? Why does Elsa do anything anyway?
"Well Anna, be a dear and invite her over for dinner tonight," her mother says and Anna slowly frowns to her with the last piece of her toast in her mouth.
"I'm not going over to her house," she simply says as she finishes her food.
"Send her a text then," her father shrugs and Anna sighs.
"I don't have her number. I just said we're not friends, why would I have my enemies' number?" She huffs. This time her father's scowl was directed at her.
"Fine, I'm going!" She says and jumps up to head over to Elsa's house.
She grumbles to herself as she sticks her hands into her jacket pockets. Why was the universe suddenly forcing her and the blonde's lives to intertwine? She had interacted with her more in the last month than she had their whole lives up until now.
Standing in front of the girl's door, Anna sighs and knocks. She waited for a few seconds and after nothing she rolled her eyes and knocked again.
"Elsa come on, I know you're in there," she calls. Still nothing. Biting her lip, she tries the door and smiles as it opens.
"Elsa?" She calls out. It was very dark as far as she can tell. Like the drapes had never been pulled open in forever. She sneezes and rubs her nose. Dusty and cold.
Anna isn't sure what she expected, but it wasn't the various weapons lying around. She had to forgo the snooping around for now as she spots the girl asleep on the sofa. Her back was towards the door, curled up and hugging herself tightly.
Anna grinds her teeth slightly as she walks closer. Peering over the girls shoulder the glint of tear tracks makes her eyes widen. Why was she crying? Was it from the hangover or something else?
A worried frown works its way onto her face as a soft whimper leaves the girl and she curls up even more. This was worse than seeing her in a coma. There her face was neutral, blank, but now there was pain and sadness.
"Oh, Elsa," was all she could say. Her hand reached to stroke her hair, but she stops as the girl whimpers again. Anna removes her hand and looks around. She didn't want to leave her alone and this place was making her depressed.
How was that?
I would really love to hear ya'll's thoughts...also I would love to hear about the mythical and supernatural in ya'll's countries! Mine is full of snakes and spiders and hyena's.
Till whenever!
Also to those from my side of the world...Do ya'll want me to add the Grootslang from Richtersveld?
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