Elsa's POV

When I opened my eyes in the morning, something was different.

It was the light. It was still the gray-green light of a cloudy day in the forest, but it was clearer somehow. I realized there was no fog veiling my window.

I jumped up to look outside, and then groaned in horror.

A fine layer of snow covered the yard, dusted the top of my truck, and whitened the road. But that wasn't the worst part. All the rain from yesterday had frozen solid— coating the needles on the trees in fantastic,

gorgeous patterns, and making the driveway a deadly ice slick. I had enough trouble not falling down when the ground was dry; it might be safer for me to go back to bed now.

Agnarr had left for work before I got downstairs. In a lot of ways, living with Agnarr was like having my own place, and I found myself reveling in the aloneness instead of being lonely.

I threw down a quick bowl of cereal and some orange juice from the carton. I felt excited to go to school, and that scared me. I knew it wasn't the stimulating learning environment I was anticipating, or seeing my new set of friends. If I was being honest with myself, I knew I was eager to get to school because I would see Anna Cullen.

And that was very, very stupid.

I should be avoiding her after everything. Her death glares were still fresh in my memory, despite her random questioning yesterday I still felt like she didn't like me much. And I was suspicious of her;

why should she lie about her eyes? I was still frightened of the hostility I sometimes felt emanating from her, and I was still tongue-tied whenever I pictured her perfect face. I don't know why I cared, as far as I know she didn't care much for me. So I shouldn't be at all anxious to see her today.

It took every ounce of my concentration to make it down the icy brick driveway alive.

I almost lost my balance when I finally got to the truck, but I managed to cling to the side mirror and save myself. Clearly, today was going to be nightmarish.

Driving to school, I distracted myself from my fear of falling and my unwanted speculations about Anna Cullen by thinking about Jack and Aladdin, and the obvious difference in how my fellow teenagers responded to me here. I was sure I looked exactly the same as I had in Phoenix. I had gotten attention from a few boys back in Phoenix, but I had gently made it clear that I was more interested in girls.

I had definitely gotten any attention from a few girls, even though I was sure there were girls in my old school whocouldhave been interested.

Perhaps it was because I was a novelty here, where novelties were few and far between. Possibly my clumsiness was seen as endearing rather than pathetic. Whatever the reason, Jack's puppy dog behavior and Aladdin's apparent rivalry with her were disconcerting. I wasn't sure if I didn't prefer being ignored.

My truck seemed to have no problem with the black ice that covered the roads. I drove very slowly, though, not wanting to carve a path of destruction through Main Street.

When I got out of my truck at school, I saw why I'd had so little trouble. Something silver caught my eye, and I walked to the back of the truck— carefully holding the side for support— to examine my tires.

There were thin chains crisscrossed in diamond shapes around them. Agnarr had gotten up who knows how early to put snow chains on my truck. I probably should have been the one to think about putting chains on the tires, if I could figure out how to do that. I appreciated that Agnarr knew I couldn't do it myself. My throat suddenly felt tight. I wasn't used to being taken care of, and Agnarr's unspoken concern caught me by surprise.

I was standing by the back corner of the truck, struggling to fight back the sudden wave of emotion the snow chains had brought on, when I heard an odd sound.

It was a high-pitched screech, and it was fast becoming painfully loud. I looked up, startled.

I saw several things simultaneously.

Nothing was moving in slow motion, the way it does in the movies. Instead, the adrenaline rush seemed to make my brain work much faster, and I was able to absorb in clear detail several things at once.

Anna Cullen was standing four cars down from me, staring at me in horror and fear. Her face stood out from a sea of faces, all frozen in the same mask of shock nervousness. But of more immediate importance was the dark blue van that was skidding, tires locked and squealing against the brakes, spinning wildly across the ice of the parking lot.

It was going to hit the back corner of my truck, and I was standing between them. I didn't even have time to close my eyes.

Just before I heard the shattering crunch of the van folding around the truck bed, something hit me, hard, but not from the direction I was expecting.

My head cracked against the icy blacktop, and I felt something solid and cold pinning me to the ground. I was lying on the pavement behind the tan car I'd parked next to. But I didn't have a chance to notice anything else, because the van was still coming. It had curled gratingly around the end of the truck and, still spinning and sliding, was about to collide with meagain.

A low oath made me aware that someone was with me, and the voice was impossible not to recognize. Two long, white hands shot out protectively in front of me, and the van shuddered to a stop a foot from my face, the large hands fitting exactly into a deep dent in the side of the van's body.

Then her hands moved so fast they blurred. One was suddenly gripping under the body of the van, and something was dragging me, swinging my legs around like a rag doll's, till they hit the tire of the tan car. A groaning metallic thud hurt my ears, and the van settled, glass popping, onto the asphalt— exactly where, a second ago, my legs had been i was also shocked to there's was ice on it.

It was absolutely silent for one long second before the screaming began. In the abrupt bedlam, I could hear more than one person shouting my name. But more clearly than all the yelling, I could hear Anna Cullen's low, frantic voice in my ear.

"Elsa? Are you all right?"

"I'm fine." My voice sounded strange. I tried to sit up, and realized she was holding me against the side of her body in an iron grasp.

"Be careful," she warned as I struggled. "I think you hit your head pretty hard."

I became aware of a throbbing ache centered above my left ear.

"Ow," I said, surprised.

"That's what I thought." Her voice, amazingly, sounded like she was suppressing laughter.

"How in the..." I trailed off, trying to clear my head, get my bearings. "How did you get over here so fast?"

"I-i-i was standing right next to you, Elsa," she said, her tone serious and nervous again.

I turned to sit up, and this time she let me, releasing her hold around my waist and sliding as far from me as she could in the limited space. I looked at her concerned, innocent expression and was disoriented again by the force of her gold-colored eyes.

What was I asking her?

And then they found us, a crowd of people with tears streaming down their faces, shouting at each other, shouting at us.

"Don't move," someone instructed.

"Get Hiccup out of the van!" someone else shouted.

There was a flurry of activity around us. I tried to get up, but Anna's cold hand pushed my shoulder down.

"Just stay put for now."

"But it's cold," I complained. It surprised me when she chuckled under her breath. There was an edge to the sound.

"You were over there," I suddenly remembered, and her chuckle stopped short. "You were by your car."

Her expression turned hard. "No, I wasn't."

"I saw you." All around us was chaos. I could hear the gruffer voices of adults arriving on the scene. But I obstinately held on to our argument; I was right, and she was going to admit it.

"E-E-Elsa, I was standing with you, and I pulled you out of the way."

She stared at me, and something strange happened. It was like the gold of her eyes intensified, like her eyes were drugging me, hypnotizing me. It was devastating in a weird, exciting way. But her expression was anxious. I felt like she trying to communicate something crucial.

"No... but," my voice faltered. "That's not what happened." I set my jaw, regaining my resolve.

The gold in her eyes blazed. "P-P-Please, Elsa."

"Why?" I demanded.

"Please just Trust me," she pleaded, her soft voice overwhelming.

I could hear the sirens now. "Will you promise to explain everything to me later?"

"Alright Fine i will," she snapped, abruptly exasperated.

"Fine," I repeated, unable to process her mood swings with everything else that was happening. What was I supposed to think, when what I remembered happening was impossible?

It took six EMTs and two teachers— Mr. Varner and Coach Clapp— to shift the van far enough away from us to bring the stretchers in. Anna insisted she hadn't been touched, and I tried to do the same, but the traitor told them I'd hit my head and probably had a concussion.

I almost died of humiliation when they put on the neck brace. It looked like the entire school was there, watching soberly as they loaded me in the back of the ambulance.

Anna got to ride in the front. It was all a hundred times worse than I'd imagine today would be, and I hadn't even made it to the sidewalk.

To make matters worse, Chief Anderson arrived before they could get me safely away.

"Elsa!" he yelled in panic when he recognized me on the stretcher.

"I'm completely fine, Agn— Dad," I sighed. "There's nothing wrong with me."

He turned to the closest EMT for a second opinion. I tuned him out to consider the jumble of inexplicable images churning chaotically in my head—images that were not possible. When they'd lifted me away from the car, I had seen the deep dent in the tan car's bumper— a very distinct dent that fit the contours of Anna's shoulders... as if she had braced herself against the car with enough force to damage the metal frame...

And then there was her family, looking on from the distance, with expressions that ranged from disapproval to fury but held no hint of concern for their sister's safety.

I remembered the sensation of almost flying through the air... that hard mass that had pinned me to the ground... Anna's hand under the frame of the van, like it was holding the van off the ground...

I tried to think of a logical solution that could explain what I had just seen. All I could come up with was that I was having some kind of psychotic episode. I didn'tfeelcrazy, but maybe crazy people always felt sane.

Naturally, the ambulance got a police escort to the county hospital. I felt ridiculous the whole time they were unloading me. What made it worse was that Anna simply glided through the hospital doors of her own accord.

They put me in the emergency room, a long room with a line of beds separated by pastel-patterned curtains. A nurse put a pressure cuff on my arm and a thermometer under my tongue. Since no one bothered pulling the curtain around to give me some privacy, I decided I wasn't obligated to wear the stupid-looking neck brace anymore. When the nurse walked away, I quickly unfastened the Velcro and threw it under the bed.

There was another flurry of hospital personnel, another stretcher brought to the bed next to me. I recognized Hiccup had from my Government class beneath the bloodstained bandages wrapped tightly around his head. Hiccup looked a hundred times worse than I felt. But he was staring anxiously at me.

"Elsa, I'm so sorry!"

"I'm fine, Hiccup— you look awful, are you all right?" As we spoke, nurses began unwinding his soiled bandages, exposing a myriad of shallow slices all over his forehead and left cheek.

He ignored me. "I thought I was going to kill you! I was going too fast, and I hit the ice wrong..." He winced as one nurse started dabbing at his face.

"Don't worry about it; you missed me."

"How did you get out of the way so fast? You were there, and then you were gone..."

"Umm... Anna shoved me out of the way."

He looked confused. "Who?"

"Anna Cullen— she was standing next to me." I'd always been a terrible liar; I didn't sound convincing at all.

"Cullen? I didn't see her... wow, it was all so fast, I guess. Is she okay?"

"I think so. She's here somewhere, but they didn't make her use a stretcher."

I knew I wasn't crazy. What had happened? There was no way to explain away what I'd seen.

They wheeled me away then, to X-ray my head. I told them there was nothing wrong, and I was right. Not even a concussion. I asked if I could leave, but the nurse said I had to talk to a doctor first. So I was trapped in the ER, waiting, harassed by Hiccup's constant apologies and promises to make it up to me. No matter how many times I tried to convince him I was fine, he continued to torment himself. Finally, I closed my eyes and ignored him. He kept up a remorseful mumbling.

"Is she sleeping?" a musical voice asked. My eyes flew open.

Anna was standing at the foot of my bed, smirking. I glared at her. It wasn't easy— it would have been more natural to ogle.

"Hey, Anna, I'm really sorry—" Hiccup began.

Anna lifted a hand to stop him.

"No blood, no foul, Haddock " she said, flashing her brilliant teeth. She moved to sit on the edge of Hiccup's bed, facing me. She smirked again.

"So, what's the verdict?" she asked me.

"There's nothing wrong with me at all, but they won't let me go," I sighed. "How come you aren't strapped to a gurney like the rest of us?"

"It's all about who you know," she answered. "But don't worry, I came to spring you."

Then a doctor walked around the corner, and my mouth fell open. He was young, he was blond... and he was handsomer than any movie star I'd ever seen. Handsome like an old-time movie star; something like a young Marlon Brando combined with James Dean and Cary Grant. He was pale, though, and tired-looking, with circles under his eyes. From David's description, this had to be Anna's Adopted father.

"So, Miss Anderson," Dr. Cullen said in a gently appealing voice, "how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," I said, for the last time, I hoped.

He walked to the light-board on the wall over my head, and turned it on.

"Your X-rays look good," he said. "Does your head hurt? Anna said you hit it pretty hard."

"It's fine," I repeated with a sigh, narrowing my eyes at Anna, who conspicuously looked away.

The doctor's cool fingers probed lightly along my skull. He noticed when I winced.

"Tender?" he asked.

"Not really." I'd had worse.

I heard a chuckle, and looked over to see Anna smiling.

"Well, your father is in the waiting room— you can go home with him now. But come back if you feel dizzy or have trouble with your eyesight at all."

"Can't I go back to school?" I asked, imagining Agnarr trying to be attentive.

"Maybe you should take it easy today."

I glanced at Anna "Does she got to go to school?"

"S-S-Someone has to spread the good news that we survived," Anna said smugly.

"Actually," Dr. Cullen corrected, "most of the school seems to be in the waiting room."

"Oh no," I moaned.

Dr. Cullen raised his eyebrows. "Do you want to stay?"

"No, no!" I insisted, throwing my legs over the side of the bed and hopping down quickly. Too quickly— I staggered, and Dr. Cullen caught me. He looked concerned.

"I'm fine," I assured him again. No need to tell him my balance problems had nothing to do with hitting my head.

"Take some Tylenol for the pain," he suggested as he steadied me.

"It doesn't hurt that bad," I insisted.

"It sounds like you were extremely lucky," Dr. Cullen said, smiling as he signed my chart with a flourish.

"Lucky Anna happened to be standing next to me," I amended with a glance at the subject of my statement.

"Oh, well, yes," Dr. Cullen agreed, suddenly occupied with the papers in front of him. Then he looked away, at Hiccup, and walked to the next bed. My intuition flickered; the doctor was in on it.

"I'm afraid thatyou'llhave to stay with us just a little bit longer," he said to Hiccup, and began checking his cuts.

As soon as the doctor's back was turned, I moved to Anna's side.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" I whispered under my breath. She took a step back from me, her jaw suddenly clenched.

"Your father is waiting for you," she said through her teeth.

I glanced at Dr. Cullen and Hiccup.

"I'd like to speak with you alone, if you don't mind," I pressed.

She glared, and then turned her back and strode down the long room. I nearly had to run to keep up. As soon as we turned the corner into a short hallway, she spun around to face me.

"What do you want?" she asked, sounding annoyed. Her eyes were cold and sad??.

Her unfriendliness intimidated me. My words came out with less severity than I'd intended. "You owe me an explanation," I reminded her.

"I-I-Isaved your life— I don't owe you anything that all."

I flinched back from the resentment in her voice. "You promised. Why are you acting like this?"

"Elsa please you hit your head, you don't know what you're talking about." Her tone was cutting.

Her attitude infuriated me, and I glared defiantly at her. "There's nothing wrong with my head."

"do you want from me, Elsa?"

"I want to know the truth," I said. "I want to know why I'm lying for you."

"What do you think happened?" she snapped.

It was harder to say the words out loud, where I could hear how crazy it sounded. It shook my conviction, but I tried to keep my voice even and calm.

"What I know is that you weren't anywhere near me— Hiccup didn't see you, either, so don't tell me I hit my head too hard. That van was going to crush us both— and it didn't, and your hands left dents in the side of it— and you left a dent in the other car, and you're not hurt at all— and the van should have smashed my legs, but you were holding it up..." It just kept sounding worse and worse. I couldn't continue. I was so frustrated I could feel tears forming in my eyes; I took a deep breath and swallowed hard.

She was staring at me incredulously. But her face was tense, defensive.

"You think I lifted a van off you?" Her tone questioned my sanity, but there was something off. It was like a perfectly delivered line by a skilled actor.

I merely nodded once, jaw tight.

"Nobody will believe that, you know." Her voice held an edge of derision now.

"I'm not going to tell anybody." I said each word slowly, carefully controlling my emotions.

Surprise flitted across her face. "Then why does it matter?"

"It matters to me," I said. "I don't like to lie— so there'd better be a good reason why I'm doing it."

"Can't you just thank me and get over it?"

"Thank you." I said, and then I folded my arms. Waiting.

"You're not going to let it go, are you?"

"No."

"In that case... I hope you enjoy disappointment."

We scowled at each other in silence. I was the first to speak, trying to keep myself focused. I was in danger of being distracted by her livid, glorious face. It was like trying to stare down a destroying angel.

"If you were going to be like this about it," I said frigidly, "Why did you even bother?"

She paused, and for a brief moment her stunning face was unexpectedly vulnerable.

"I don't know i'm sorry," she whispered.

And then she turned her back on me and walked away.

I was so angry, it took me a few minutes until I could move. When I could walk, I made my way slowly to the exit at the end of the hallway.

The waiting room was more unpleasant than I'd feared. It seemed like every face I knew in Forks was there, staring at me. Agnarr rushed to my side; I put up my hands.

"There's nothing wrong with me," I assured him quietly. I was still upset by the whole situation.

"What did the doctor say?"

"Dr. Cullen saw me, and he said I was fine and I could go home." I sighed. Jack and Cinderella and Aladdin were all there, beginning to converge on us. "Let's go," I urged.

Agnarr put one arm behind my back, not quite touching me, and led me to the glass doors of the exit. I waved sheepishly at my friends, hoping to convey that they didn't need to worry anymore. It was a huge relief— the first time I'd ever felt that way— to get into the cruiser.

We drove in silence. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I barely knew Agnarr was there. I was positive that Anna's defensive behavior in the hall was a confirmation of the bizarre things I still could hardly believe I'd witnessed.

When we got to the house, Agnarr finally spoke.

"Um... you'll need to call iduna." He hung his head, guilty.

I was appalled. "You told Mom!"

"Sorry."

I slammed the cruiser's door a little harder than necessary on my way out.

My mom was in hysterics, of course. I had to tell her I felt fine at least thirty times before she would calm down. She begged me to come home— forgetting the fact that home was empty at the moment— but her pleas were easier to resist than I would have thought. I was consumed by the mystery Anna presented. And more than a little obsessed by Anna herself. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I wasn't as eager to escape Forks as I should be, as any normal, sane person would be.

I decided I might as well go to bed early that night. Agnarr continued to watch me anxiously, and it was getting on my nerves. I stopped on my way to grab three Tylenol from the bathroom. They did help, and, as the pain eased, I drifted to sleep.

That was the first night I dreamed of Anna Cullen.