Elsa's POV

I made my way to English in a daze. I didn't even realize when I first walked in that class had already started.

"Thank you for joining us, Miss Anderson." Mr. Mason said in a disparaging tone.

I flushed and hurried to my seat.

It wasn't til class ended that I realized Jack wasn't sitting in her usual seat next to me. I felt a twinge of guilt. But he and Aladdin met me at the door as usual, so I figured I wasn't totally unforgiven.

Jack seemed to become more himself as we walked, gaining enthusiasm as he talked about the weather report for this weekend.

The rain was supposed to take a minor break, and so maybe him beach trip would be possible. I tried to sound eager, to make up for disappointing her yesterday. It was hard; rain or no rain, it would only be in the high forties, if we were lucky.

The rest of the morning passed in a blur. It was difficult to believe that I hadn't just imagined what Anna had said, and the way her eyes had looked. Maybe it was just a very convincing dream that I'd confused with reality. That seemed more probable than that I really appealed to her on any level.

So I was impatient and frightened as Cinderella and I entered the cafeteria. I wanted to see her face, to see if she'd gone back to the cold, indifferent, person I'd known for the last several weeks. Or if, by some miracle, I'd really heard what I thought I'd heard this morning. Cinderella babbled on and on about her dance plans – astrid and aurora had asked the other boys and they were all going together – completely unaware of my inattention.

Disappointment flooded through me as my eyes unerringly focused on her table. The other four were there, but she was absent. Had Anna gone home? I followed the still-babbling Cinderella through the line, crushed. I'd lost my appetite – I bought nothing but a bottle of lemonade. I just wanted to go sit down and sulk.

"Anna Cullen is...uh...staring at you again." Cinderella said, finally breaking through my abstraction with her name. "I wonder why she's sitting alone today."

My head snapped up. I followed Cinderella's gaze to see Anna, smiling crookedly, staring at me from an empty table across the cafeteria from where she usually sat. Once she'd caught my eyes, she raised one hand and motioned with her index finger for me to join her. I stared in disbelief, she winked.

"Does she mean you?" Cinderella asked, with a strange astonishment to his voice.

"Maybe she needs help with her Biology homework?" I muttered for her benefit. "Um...I better go see what she wants..." I could feel Cinderella staring after me as I walked away.

When I reached Anna's table, I stood behind the chair across from her, unsure.

"Why don't you sit with me today?" She asked, smiling. I sat down automatically, watching her with caution like a deer in headlights. She was smiling. It was hard to believe that someone so beautiful could be real. I was afraid that she might disappear in a sudden puff of smoke, and I would wake up.

She seemed to be waiting for me to say something, and the silence felt like it went on for eternity.

"This is different.", I finally managed.

"W-well..." She paused, and then the rest of the words followed in a rush. "I decided as long as I was going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly." I waited for her to say something that made sense. The seconds ticked by.

"You know I don't have any idea what you mean." I eventually pointed out.

"I know." She smiled again, and then she changed the subject. "I think your friends are angry with me for stealing you.", Anna said, glancing back at Jeremy's table for a moment.

"They'll survive." I could feel their stares boring into my back.

"I may not give you back, though." She said with a wicked glint in her eyes.

I gulped.

She laughed. "You look worried."

"No," I said, but, ridiculously, my voice broke. "Surprised, actually..."

"What brought all this on?", I asked with trepidation.

"I told you – I got tired of trying to stay away from you. So I'm giving up." She was still smiling, but her ocher eyes were serious.

"Giving up?" I repeated in confusion.

"Yes – giving up trying to be good. I'm just going to do what I want now, and let the chips fall where they may." Her smile faded as she explained, and a hard edge crept into her voice.

"You lost me again."

The breathtaking crooked smile re-appeared on Anna's face.

"I always say too much when I'm talking to you – that's one of the problems."

"Don't worry – I don't understand any of it." I replied, wryly.

"I'm counting on that."

"So, in plain English, are we friends now?"

"Friends…?" She mused, dubiously.

"Or not," I muttered.

She grinned. "Well, we can try, I suppose. But I'm warning you now that I'm not a good friend for you.", Behind her smile, the warning was genuine.

"You say that a lot," I noted, trying to ignore the sudden trembling in my stomach and keep my voice even.

"Yes, because you're not listening to me. I'm still waiting for you to believe it. If you're smart, you'll avoid me."

"I think you've made your opinion on the subject of my intellect clear, too." My eyes narrowed.

She smiled apologetically.

"So, as long as I'm being...not smart, we'll try to be friends?" I struggled to some up the confusing exchange.

"That sounds about right."

I looked down at my hands wrapped around the lemonade bottle, not sure what to do now.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked curiously.

I looked up into her deep gold eyes, became befuddled, and, as usual, blurted out the truth.

"I'm trying to figure out what you are."

Her jaw tightened, but she kept her smile in place with some effort.

"Are you having any luck with that?", She asked in an offhand tone.

"Not too much," I admitted.

She chuckled. "What are your theories?"

I blushed. I had been vacillating during the last month between Bruce Wayne and Peter Parker. There was no way I was going to own up to that.

"Won't you tell me?" She asked, tilting her head to one side with a shockingly tempting smile.

I shook my head. "Too embarrassing."

"That's really frustrating, you know." She complained.

"No." I disagreed quickly, my eyes narrowing. "I can't imagine why it would be frustrating at all – just because someone refuses to tell you what they're thinking, even if all the while they're making cryptic little remarks specifically designed to keep you up at night wondering what they could possibly mean...now, why would that be frustrating?" She grimaced.

"Or better." I continued, the pent-up annoyance flowing freely now. "Say that person also did a wide range of bizarre things – from saving your life under impossible circumstances one day, to treating you like a pariah the next, and she never explained any of that, either, even after she promised. That, also, would be very non-frustrating."

"You've got a bit of a temper, don't you?"

"I don't like double standards."

We stared at each other, unsmiling.

She glanced over my shoulder, and then, unexpectedly, she snickered.

"What?", I demanded.

"Your boyfriend seems to think I'm being unpleasant to you – she's debating whether or not to come break up our fight." She snickered again.

"I don't know who you're talking about," I said frostily. "But I'm sure you're wrong anyway." because I don't have a boyfriend or girlfriend and your trying to change the subject.

"I'm not. I told you, most people are easy to read."

"Except me, of course."

"Yes. Except for you." Her mood shifted suddenly; her eyes turned brooding. "I wonder why that is."

I had to look away from the intensity of her stare. I concentrated on unscrewing the cap of my lemonade. I took a swig, staring at the table blankly without seeing it.

"Aren't you hungry?" She asked, distracted.

"No." I didn't feel like mentioning that my stomach was already full—of butterflies. "You?" I looked at the table in front of her.

"No, I'm not hungry." I didn't understand her expression – it looked like she was enjoying some kind of private joke.

"Can you do me a favor?" I asked after a second of hesitation. She was suddenly wary.

"That depends on what you want."

"It's not much," I assured her.

She waited; guarded, but curious.

"I just wondered...if you could warn me beforehand the next time you decide to ignore me for my own good. Just so I'm prepared.", I looked at the lemonade bottle as I spoke, tracing the circle of the opening with my pinkie finger.

"That sounds fair." She was pressing her lips together to keep from laughing when I looked up.

"Thanks."

"Then can I have one answer in return?", She demanded.

"One."

"Tell me one theory."

Whoops. "Not that one."

"You didn't qualify, you just promised one answer." She reminded me.

"And you've broken promises yourself." I reminded her back.

"Just one theory – I won't laugh."

"Yes, you will." I was positive about that.

She looked down, and then glanced up at me through her long black lashes, her ocher eyes scorching.

"Please?" She breathed, leaning towards me.

I blinked, my mind going blank. Holy crow, how did she do that?

"Er, what?" I asked, dazed.

"Please tell me just one little theory..." Her eyes still smoldered at me.

"Um, well, bitten by a radioactive spider?" Was she a hypnotist, too? Or was I just a hopeless pushover?

"Really That's not very creative." She scoffed.

"I'm sorry, that's all I've got." I said, miffed.

"Yeah You're not even close." She teased.

"No spiders?"

"Nope."

"And no radioactivity?"

"None."

"Dang.", I sighed.

"Kryptonite doesn't bother me, either." She chuckled.

She struggled to compose her face.

"I'll figure it out eventually," I warned her.

"I wish you wouldn't try." She was serious again.

"Because…?"

"What if I'm not a superhero? What if I'm...the bad guy?" She smiled playfully, but her eyes were impenetrable.

"Oh," I said, as several things she'd hinted suddenly fell into place. "I see."

"Do you?" Her face was abruptly severe, as if she were afraid that she'd accidentally said too much.

"You're dangerous?" I guessed, my pulse quickening as I intuitively realized the truth of my own words. She was dangerous. She'd been trying to tell me that all along.

She looked at me, eyes full of some emotion I couldn't comprehend.

"But not bad," I whispered, shaking my head. "No, I don't believe you're bad."

"You're wrong." Her voice was inaudible. She looked down, stealing my bottle lid and then spinning it on its side between her fingers. I stared at her, wondering why I didn't feel afraid.

She meant what she was saying, that much was obvious. But I felt just anxious, on edge...and, more than anything else, fascinated. The same way I always felt when I was near her.

The silence lasted until I noticed the cafeteria was almost empty. I jumped to my feet. "We're going to be late."

"I'm not going to class today." She said, twirling the lid so fast it was just a blur.

"Why not?"

"It's healthy to ditch class now and then." She smiled up at me, but her eyes were still troubled.

"Well, I'm going." I told her. I was far too big a coward to risk getting caught.

She turned her attention back to her makeshift top. "I'll see you later, then."

I hesitated, torn, but then the first bell sent me hurrying out the door – With a last glance confirming she hadn't moved a centimeter.

As I half-ran to class, my head was spinning faster than the bottle cap. So few questions had been answered in comparison to how many new questions had been raised. At least the rain had stopped. I was lucky; Mrs. Banner wasn't in the room yet when I arrived.

I settled quickly into my seat, aware that both Jack and aurora were staring at me. Both seemed surprised, and slightly awed. Mrs. Banner came into the room then, calling the class to order. She was juggling a few small cardboard boxes in her arms. She put them down on Jack's table, telling her to start passing them around the class.

"Okay, guys, I want you to take one piece from each box." She said as she produced a pair of rubber gloves from the pocket of her lab jacket and pulled them on. The sharp sound of the gloves snapped into place against her wrists seemed ominous to me.

"The first should be an indicator card." She went on, grabbing a white card with four scares marked on it and displaying it. "The second is a four-pronged applicator –" she held up something that looked like a nearly toothless hair pick "- and the third is a sterile micro-lancet." She held up a small piece of blue plastic and split it open. The barb was invisible from this distance, but my stomach flipped.

"I'll be coming around with a dropper of water to prepare your cards, so please don't start until I get to you." She began at jack's table again, carefully putting one drop of water in each of the four squares. "Then I want you to carefully prick your finger with the lancet...", she grabbed jack's hand and jabbed the spike into the tip of jack's middle finger. Oh no. Clammy moisture broke out across my forehead.

"Put a small drop of blood on each of the prongs." She demonstrated, squeezing jack's finger til the blood flowed. I swallowed convulsively, my stomach heaving.

"And then apply it to the card," he finished, holding up the dripping red card for us to see. I closed my eyes, trying to hear through the ringing in my ears.

"The Red Cross is having a blood drive in Port Angeles next weekend, so I thought you all should know your blood type." She sounded proud of herself. "Those of you who aren't eighteen yet will need a parent's permission – I have slips at my desk."

She continued through the room with her water drops. I put my cheek against the cool black tabletop and tried to hold onto my consciousness. All around me I could hear squeals, complaints, and giggles as my classmates skewered their fingers. I breathed slowly in and out through my mouth.

"Elsa, are you alright?" Mrs. Banner asked. Her voice was close to my head, and it sounded alarmed.

"I already know my blood type, Mrs. Banner." I said in a weak voice. I was afraid to raise my head.

"Are you feeling faint?"

"Yes, mam" I muttered, internally kicking myself for not ditching when I had the chance.

"Can someone take Elaa to the nurse, please?" She called. I didn't have to look up to know it would be jack who volunteered.

"Can you walk?" Mrs. Banner asked.

"Yes," I whispered. Just let me get out of here, I thought. I'll crawl. Jack seemed eager as he put his arm around my waist and pulled my arm over his shoulder. I leaned against his heavily on the way out of the classroom.

Jack towed me slowly across campus. When we were around the edge of the cafeteria, out of sight of building four in case Mrs. Banner was watching, I stopped.

"Just let me sit a minute, please." I begged. he helped me sit on the edge of the walk.

"And whatever you do, keep your hand in your pocket." I warned, I was still so dizzy. I slumped over at my side, putting my cheek against the freezing, damp, cement of the sidewalk; closing my eyes. That seemed to help a little.

"Wow, you're green, elsa." Jack said nervously.

"Anna?" A different voice called from the distance. No! Please let me be imagining that horribly familiar voice.

"What's wrong – is she hurt?" Her voice was closer now, and she sounded upset. I wasn't imagining it. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping to die. Or, at the very least, not to throw up.

Jack seemed stressed. "I think she's fainted. I don't know what happened, she didn't even stick her finger."

"Elsa." Anna's voice was right beside me, relieved now. "Can you hear me."

"No," I groaned. "Go away."

She chuckled.

"I was taking her to the nurse." Jack explained in a defensive tone. "But she wouldn't go any farther."

"I'll take her." Anna said. I could hear the smile still in her voice.

"You can go back to class."

"No." Jack protested. "I'm supposed to do it." Suddenly the sidewalk disappeared from me. My eyes flew open in shock. Anna's had scooped me up in her arms, as easily as if I weighed ten pounds instead of a hundred and ten.

"Put me down!" Please, please let me not vomit on her. She was walking before I finished talking.

"Hey!" Jack called, already ten paces behind us. Anna ignored heim "You look awful." she told me, grinning.

"Put me on the sidewalk," I moaned. The rocking movement of her walk was not helping my stomach. she held me away from her body, gingerly, supporting all my weight with just her arms – it didn't seem to bother her at all.

"So you faint at the sight of blood?" She asked. This seemed to entertain her.

I didn't answer. I closed my eyes again and fought the nausea with all my strength, clamping my lips together.

"And not even your own blood," she continued, enjoying herself. I don't know how she opened the door while carrying me, but it was suddenly warm, so I knew we were inside.

"She fainted in Biology," Anna explained to someone.

I opened my eyes. I was in the office, and Anna was striding past the front counter towards the nurse's door. Ms. Cope, the redheaded front office receptionist,

ran ahead of her to hold it open. The grandmotherly nurse looked up from a novel, astonished, as Anna swung me into the room and placed me gently on the crackly paper that covered the brown vinyl mattress on the one cot. Then she moved to stand against the wall as far across the narrow room as possible. Her eyes were bright, excited.

"She's just a little faint." She reassured the startled nurse. "They're blood-typing in Biology."

The nurse nodded sagely. "There's always one."

Anna muffled a snicker.

"Just lie down for a minute, honey; it'll pass."

"I know," I sighed. The nausea was already fading.

"Does this happen a lot?" She asked.

"Sometimes." I admitted. Anna coughed to hide another laugh.

"You can go back to class now," the nurse told her.

"I'm supposed to stay with her." Anna said this with such assured authority that –even though she pursed her lips- the nurse didn't argue with her.

"I'll go get you some ice for your forehead, dear." She said to me, and then bustled out of the room.

"You were right." I moaned, letting my eyes close.

"I usually am – but about what in particular this time?"

"Ditching is healthy." I practiced breathing evenly.

"You scared me for a minute there," she admitted after a pause. Her tone made it sound like she was confessing a humiliating weakness. "I thought Frost was dragging your dead body off to bury it in the woods."

"Ha ha." I still had my eyes closed, but I was feeling more normal every minute.

"Honestly – I've seen corpses with better color. I was concerned that I might have to avenge your murder."

"Poor frost, I'll bet he's mad."

"he absolutely loathes me." Anna said cheerfully.

"You can't know that," I argued, but then I wondered suddenly if she could.

"I saw his face- I could tell."

"How did you see me? I thought you were ditching." I was almost fine now, though some queasiness would probably pass faster if I'd eaten something for lunch. On the other hand,

maybe it was lucky my stomach was empty.

"I was in my car, listening to a CD." Such a normal response, it surprised me for some reason.

I heard the door open and opened my eyes to see the nurse with a cold compress in her hand.

"Here you go, dear." She laid it across my forehead. "You're looking better."

"I think I'm fine." I said, sitting up. Just a little ringing in my ears, no spinning. The mint green walls stayed where they should. I could see she was about to make me lie back down, but the door opened just then and ms. Cope stuck her head in.

"We've got another one." She warned.

I hopped down to free up the cot for the next invalid. I handed the cold compress back to the nurse. "Here, I don't need this anymore." And then jack staggered through the door, now supporting a sallow-looking Lee Stephens, another boy in our Biology class. Anna and I drew back against the wall to give them room.

"Oh no." Anna muttered. "Go out to the office, Elsa." I looked at her; bewildered.

"Trust me – go."

I spun and caught the door before it closed, darting out of the infirmary. I could feel Anna right behind me.

"You actually listened to me." She was stunned.

"I smelled the blood." I said, wrinkling my nose. Lee was sick from watching other people, like me.

"People can't smell blood," she contradicted.

"Well, I can – that's what makes me sick. It smells like rust...and salt." She was staring at me with an unfathomable expression.

"What?" I asked.

"It's nothing."

Jack came through the door then, glancing from me to Anna. The look he gave Anna confirmed what he had said about loathing. jack looked back at me, his eyes glum.

"You look better," he accused.

"Just keep your hand in your pocket jack," I warned him.

"It's not bleeding anymore," jack muttered. "Are you going back to class?"

"Are you kidding? I'd just have to turn around and come back."

"Yeah I guess...so are you going this weekend? To the beach?" While jack spoke, he flashed a rather odd glare towards Anna,

who was standing against the cluttered counter, motionless as a sculpture, staring off into space. I tried to sound as friendly as possible.

"Sure, I said I was in."

"We're meeting at my dad's store, at ten." Jack said, his eyes flicking back to anna again, as though wondering if she was revealing too much information out loud. Jack's body language made it clear that it wasn't an open invitation.

"I'll be there," I promised.

"I'll see you in Gym, then." Jack said, moving without certainty towards the door.

"See you." I replied. Jack looked at me once more, his round face slightly pouting, and then as he walked slowly through the door, his shoulders slumped. A swell of sympathy washed over me. I pondered seeing his disappointed face again...in Gym.

"Gym..." I groaned.

"I can take care of that." I hadn't noticed Anna moving to my side, but she now spoke in my ear. "Go sit down and look pale." she muttered. That wasn't a challenge; I was always pale, and my recent swoon had left a light sheen of sweat on my face. I sat in one of the creaky folding chairs and rested my head against the wall with my eyes closed. Fainting spells always exhausted me.

I heard Anna speaking softly at the counter.

"Ms. Cope?"

"Yes?" I hadn't heard her return to her desk.

"Elsa has gym the next hour, and I don't think she feels well enough. Actually, I was thinking I should take her home now. Do you think you could excuse her from class?" Her voice was like melting honey. I could imagine how much more overwhelming her eyes would be.

"Do you need to be excused, too, anna?" Ms. Cope fluttered. Why couldn't I do that?

"No, I have Mrs. Goff; she won't mind."

"Okay, it's all taken care of. You feel better, Anna," she called to me. I nodded weakly, hamming it up just a bit.

"Can you walk, or do you want me to carry you again?" With her back to the receptionist, her expression became sarcastic.

"I'll walk."

I stood carefully, and I was still fine. She held the door for me, her smile polite but her eyes mocking. I walked out into the cold, fine mist that had just begun to fall.

It felt nice – the first time I'd enjoyed the constant moisture falling out of the sky – as it washed my face clean of the sticky perspiration.

"Thanks." I said as she followed me out. "It's almost worth getting sick to miss Gym."

"Anytime." She was staring straight forward, squinting into the rain.

"So are you going? This Saturday, I mean?" I was hoping she would, though it seemed unlikely. I couldn't picture her loading up to carpool with the rest of the kids from school;

she didn't belong in the same world. But just hoping that she might gave me the first twinge of enthusiasm I'd felt for the outing.

"Where are you all going, exactly?" She was still looking ahead, expressionless.

"Down to La Push, to First Beach." I studied her face, trying to read it. Her eyes seemed to narrow infinitesimally.

She glanced down at me from the corner of her eye, smiling wryly. "I really don't think I was invited."

I sighed. "I just invited you."

"Let's you and I not push poor jack any further this week. We don't want her to snap." Her eyes danced; she was enjoying the idea more than she should.

"Jack-schmakayla." I muttered, preoccupied by the way she'd said 'you and I'. I liked it more than I should.

We were near the parking lot now. I veered left, toward my truck.

Something caught my jacket, yanking me back.

"Where do you think you're going?" She asked, outraged. She was grabbing a fistful of my jacket in one hand.

"Didn't you hear me promise to take you safely home? Do you think I'm going to let you drive in your condition?" her voice was still indignant.

"What condition? And what about my truck?" I complained.

"I'll have Alice drop it off after school." She was towing me towards her car now, pulling me by my jacket as though I was as fragile as a china doll or might crumble like tiny feathers. It was all I could do not to keep from falling backwards just from how horribly clumsy I was.

She'd probably just drag me along if I did stumble backwards; anyway.

"Let go!" I insisted. She ignored me. I staggered alone sideways across the wet sidewalk until we reached the Volvo. Then she finally freed me – I stumbled against the passenger door.

"You are so pushy, sometimes." I grumbled.

"It's open." Was all she responded. She got in the driver's side and watched me.

"I am perfectly capable of driving myself home."

I stood by my car, fuming. It was raining harder now, and I'd never put my hood up, so my hair was dripping down my back.

She lowered the automatic window and leaned towards me across the seat.

"Get in, Elsa"

I didn't answer. I was mentally calculating my chances of reaching the truck before she could catch me. I had to admit, they weren't good.

"I'll just drag you back...", She threatened playfully, guessing my plan. I tried to maintain what dignity I could as I got into her car. I wasn't very successful – I looked like a half-drowned cat and my boots squeak-ed when I stepped into the car to sit down.

"This is completely unnecessary," I said stiffly. She didn't answer. She fiddled with the controls, turning the heater up and the music down. As she pulled out of the parking lot,

I was preparing myself to give Anna the silent treatment –my face in full pout mode – but then I recognized the tune playing, and my curiosity got the better of me.

"Clair de Lune?" I asked, surprised.

"You know Debussy?" She sounded surprised, too.

"Not very well," I admitted. "My mom played a lot of classical music around the house – I only know my favorites."

"It's one of my favorites too.", She said; staring out through the rain, lost in thought. well how about that I said. we have something in common.

she grinned.

I listened to the music, relaxing against the light gray leather seat. It was impossible not to respond to the familiar, soothing, melody. The rain blurred everything outside the window into gray and green smudges. I began to realize sadly that we were driving very fast; the car moved so steadily, so evenly, though, I didn't feel the speed. Only the town flashing by gave it away.

"What is your mother like?" Anna asked me suddenly. I glanced over to see her studying me with curious eyes.

"She looks like me, but she's prettier." I said, and Anna raised her eyebrows. "I have too much of my aunt ingrid in me. She's more outgoing than I am, and braver. She's irresponsible and slightly eccentric, and she's a very unpredictable cook….she's my best friend." I stopped. Talking about her was making me depressed from the pang growing in my chest.

Then i hear her something "she is just the same back when she was alive." "Wait. what did you said??" I ask her her eyes wide "n-n-noting." Then she changed the subject.

" so How old are you, Elsa?" Her voice sounded frustrated for some reason I couldn't imagine. She'd stopped the car, and I realized we were at Agnarr's house already. The rain was so heavy that I could barely see the house at all. It was like the car was submerged under a river of mist.

"I'm seventeen." I responded, a little confused.

"You don't seem seventeen."

Her tone was reproachful, it made me laugh.

"What?" She asked, curious again.

"My mom always says I was born thirty-five years old and that I get more middle-aged each year." I laughed, and then sighed. "Well, someone has to be the adult." I paused for a second. "You don't seem like a junior in high-school yourself." I noted, playfully.

She made a face and changed the subject.

"So why did your mother marry Phil?"

I was surprised she would remember the name; I'd mentioned it just once, almost two months ago. It took me a moment to answer her.

"My mother...she's very young for her age. I think Phil makes her feel even younger. At any rate, she's crazy about him." I shook my head. The attraction was a mystery to me.

"Do you approve?" She asked.

"Does it matter?" I countered. "I want her to be happy...and he is who she wants."

"That's very generous...I wonder..." She mused.

"What do you mean?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"Would she extend the same courtesy to you, do you think? No matter who your...choice was?" she was suddenly intent, her eyes searching mine.

"I-I think so," I stuttered, my chest seemed to burn with some strange burning to know what she meant, but I was too cowardice to ask.

"B-But she's my parent, after all. It's a little bit different."

"No one too scary then." She teased.

I grinned in response. "What do you mean by 'scary'? Multiple facial piercings and extensive tattoos?"

"That's one definition, I suppose."

"What's your definition?" I asked, but she ignored my question and asked me another.

"Do you think that I could be scary?" She raised one eyebrow, and the faint trace of a smile lightened her face.

I thought for a moment, wondering whether the truth or a lie would be better. I decided to go with the truth. "Hmm...I think you could be, if you wanted to."

"Are you frightened of me now?" The smile vanished, and her heavenly face was suddenly serious again.

"No." But I answered too quickly. The smile returned.

"So, now are you going to tell me about your family?" I asked to distract her. "it's got to be a much more interesting story than mine." She was instantly cautious.

"What do you want to know?"

"The Cullens adopted you?" I verified.

"Yes."

"You're very lucky."

"I know I am."

"And your brother and sisters?"

She glanced at the clock on the dashboard.

"my Sisters and Brother..and Jasper and Rapunzel for that matter, are going to be quite upset if they have to stand in the rain waiting for me but nothing can't replace you."

"What?" I ask her with raised eyebrow

"Ummm nothing."

"Oh okay, sorry, I guess you have to go." I didn't want to get out of the car, I wanted to pause time here in this moment.

"And you probably want your truck before Chief winters gets home, so you don't have to tell him about the Biology incident." She grinned at me.

"I'm sure he's already heard. There are no secrets in Forks." I sighed. Anna laughed, and there was a genuine edge to her laughter.

"Have fun at the beach...good weather for sunbathing." She glanced out at the sheeting rain.

"Won't I see you tomorrow?", I asked, disappointment in my voice despite how I tried to hide it.

"No. Cassandra, Rapunzel and I are starting the weekend early."

"What are you going to do?" A friend could ask that, right? I hoped the disappointment wasn't too apparent in my voice.

"We're going to be hiking in the Goat Rocks Wilderness, just south of Rainier."

I remembered Agnarr had said that the Cullens went camping frequently.

"Oh...well, have fun." I tried to sound enthusiastic. I don't think I fooled her though, a smile was playing around the edge of her perfect lips.

"Will you do something for me this weekend?" Anna asked, turning to look me straight in the face. Utilizing the full power of her gold, burning, eyes. I nodded helpless to their charm.

"Don't be offended, but you seem to be one of those people who attract accidents like a magnet...so...try not to fall in the ocean or get run over or anything, all right?" She smiled crookedly. The helplessness had faded as she spoke. I glared at her, narrowing my eyes.

"I'll see what I can do." I snapped as I jumped out into the rain. I slammed the door behind me with excessive force.

She was still smiling as she drove away.


i have a question if anna drink elsa's blood in past life does mean she has her ice powers now???