Elsa smiled lazily all through the walk to the house of Arendelle. It was so unlike her to be anything but straight-faced and sophisticated and cold. But Hans, he was everything she was not. Outgoing and charismatic and so wonderfully warm. He brought out the side of her that she had hidden deep within for years. No one dared to come up and talk to "that bitchy book blonde." That was the way she liked it. But Hans did dare to do so. And now she realized that she couldn't have possibly wanted anything more.
After all these years of cold solitude, Elsa found that what she had truly longed for was a friend, someone she could talk to without filtering her true personality. The more rational, no nonsense side of her, the more dominant side of her, kept repeating that she had only just met this strange, intrusive, annoying, funny, charming, handsome-
She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. She finally decided that Hans was an... interesting new acquaintance who's place in her life would be figured out in due time. There. That wasn't so bad.
In the distance, the House of Arendelle quickly came to view. Elsa composed herself, not wanting anyone's questions or comments on the trip to Gerda in order to deliver the bread, followed by the trip to her room. Not that she hated company or people in general (a thought that came to most of the household staff), but rather it was now a routine set too firmly in her life for her to think of breaking it. And then there was Anna. She especially couldn't go near Anna. Her beautiful, kind, funny, giving, precious little sister. She must stay away from her at all costs.
As Elsa walked through the impossibly intricate double doors of their chateau, Anna saw her go in from afar. The familiar emotions of anger and hurt washed over her. She sighed deeply, turning away.
"Hey, forget about her Anna. She doesn't deserve someone like you in her life anyway," Kristoff, the stableboy and Anna's childhood best friend, advised.
"I know Kristoff, I've heard that about a million times by now," she replied smiling sadly. "I just wish I knew why. Why she avoids. Why she hates me. Why she never opens the door," Anna's last sentence was followed by a small sob that gradually grew. She put her hands to her face as Kristoff took her into his arms.
"It's okay," he whispered gently to her. "I'll always be here to hold on to.
AN: Sorry if this chapter is a little short but I've had an extremely busy week. I'll try to make the next a bit longer. Please review, fave, and follow!