Things I've learned about Elsa:

- She's never been to a real middle school

- She was tutored at the orphanage

- When she's nervous, she picks at her sweater

- When she gets angry, she gets angry

Author's Note: Well, this chapter took longer than expected. Sorry! But, anyway, here it is!

By the way, I had originally said that this chapter took place a few weeks later, but midnight1339 pointed out my continuty error, SO this chapter now takes place the Monday after Elsa was adopted. :-)

I hope you like it!

Elsa, Wesley and I sit in the office while the principal talks to our parents.

"I'm sure that you saw this out of context, Mrs. Trails," Papa says. "Granted, we haven't known her for long, but Elsa would never attempt to beat up anyone."

"That's not true!" Wesley counters, standing up. "She almost choked me by pulling my collar! She would've punched me if-"

"Wesley, now is not your time to speak." sighs.

Mama turns around and looks at Elsa sadly. "Elsa? Why would you do that?"

Elsa shakes her head, refusing to speak. She has tears streaming down her face.

I decide to answer for her. "She was just trying to defend me. Wesley was pushing me and her around, and it made us angry. But, Elsa didn't mean any of this."

"What was Wesley doing to you two?" Mrs. Trails asks.

"At first, he was just being annoying like he always is-"

"Anna!" Mama interrupts sharply.

"What? He is annoying." I say defensively. "Anyway, he stole my drawing and Elsa told him to give it back, and then he started mocking Elsa for being an orphan and for defending me. That made us really mad, and then…" I trail off, giving Elsa a sideways glance.

"Then, Elsa tried to kill me!" Wesley finishes dramatically.

Mrs. Trails sighs and says, "Well, both Wesley and Elsa will have to face punishment."

"What?! Me?!" Wesley stands up. "B-but, I didn't do anything! It was her! She's traumatized me!"

"Wesley, that will be quite enough!" Mrs. Trails cuts him off sharply. "Elsa will have a 10 day suspension and Wesley will have a 1 day suspension."

"10?!" I exclaim.

"Anna, calm down." Mama says.

"Now, kids," Mrs. Trails says to Elsa, Wesley and I. "I'd like to talk to Mrs. Andersen alone, so if you could wait outside."

We slump out of the office and sit in the chairs against the wall.

"You know, your precious sister over her left scratch marks on my neck," Wesley tells me, pulling his collar down to show me. "I bet it's gonna scar."

Elsa pulls her knees up to her chest and hides her face, crying harder.

"Would you shut up?!" I hiss, holding back the urge to slap him. "None of this would've happened if it weren't for you!"

"I was harmlessly teasing you, and Elsa overreacted." Wesley argues. "You should get anger management classes for her."

I decide to ignore him and I turn to Elsa. "Are you okay?" I ask, putting a hand on her shoulder.

I see her head move slightly from between her knees, and I take it as a "no."

I'm about to say something more, but our parents come out. "Anna, you're supposed to go to sixth period now." Papa says. "Come on, Elsa. Let's go home."

"But, I want to be with Elsa." I frown.

Papa gives me a look that says now is is not the time to argue.

I nod, and trudge away. I give one last look at Elsa, who is walking away, sniffling. I turn back, holding back tears myself.

"Mama? Papa?"

Mama and Papa look up to see me in their doorway. "Hey, kiddo," Papa greets. "What's wrong?"

I shuffle into their room and sit on their bed. "I'm worried about Elsa. She hasn't talked to me at all since I got home, and she didn't come to dinner."

"Oh, sweetheart," Mama pulls me into a hug. "Elsa's just having a hard time adjusting. When your principal talked to us in private, she said that's probably what caused her sudden outburst. But, when Elsa gets off of her suspension, she has weekly sessions scheduled with the school councilor."

"But, I want to help her more," I say. "I don't like seeing her this way."

"That's very sweet of you, Anna, but, we're doing everything that we can." Mama replies. "Just, hang in there, alright?"

"Alright." I nod.

"Get some rest, honey." Mama smiles weakly.

I say my "good nights" to Mama and Papa and head back upstairs. I hesitantly walk into the room to see Elsa fast asleep with the Hans Christian Andersen book sprawled open on her chest. The lamp is the only light in the room, and she's still wearing the sweater that she wore to school. It looks as if she fell asleep while reading. I grin slightly at the sight of her.

I walk over to turn off her lamp. I have my hand on the switch when Elsa shifts in her sleep. I freeze, hoping not to wake her up. She mumbles something.

"What?" I ask, unsure if she's awake or not.

"This isn't happening…" She mumbles again. Her face contorts into a frown, and her eyebrows furrow. "…I didn't mean…I didn't know…I…"

She pulls the covers up to her head. She's shaking a lot.

"No!" Her voice is clearer now. "I'm sorry! It's not her fault!"

I start shaking her, trying to wake her up. "Elsa! It's just a dream!" I whisper.

"No!" Elsa chokes out, still out of it, but crying now. "She helps me! Don't take her away!"

"Elsa!" I say out loud. "Wake up! It's okay!"

Her eyes snap open, and she looks disoriented.

"Elsa, are you alright?" I ask softly.

Elsa looks at me and nods slowly. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" I question.

"I'm fine now, Anna." She answers, out of breath. "You can go back to bed."

"I wasn't asleep," I tell her. "Are you positive that you're okay?"

"Yes," She says, but her tearstained face tells a different story. "I'm positive. I'll go change into my pajamas."

Elsa climbs out of bed and grabs her nightgown. She brushes past me and goes into the bathroom to change.

I don't know what's going on with her, but I know one thing for sure: she's not positive.

"Hey, you're Elsa's sister, right?"

I turn away from my locker and see an eighth grade girl standing in front of me. "Um, yes?"

"Do you know what's wrong with her?" She asks.

I bite my bottom lip, as I always do when I'm upset. "There's nothing wrong with her."

"Well, she beat up a sixth grader," the girl counters. "I mean, she got suspended after one day of school!" She laughs a little bit.

"She didn't beat him up," I tell her angrily. "And, I'm well aware that she got suspended, yes."

"I'm just saying, there could be something wrong with her," The girl says. "You don't know her that well. She's not even your real sister."

"Just because we're not related doesn't mean we're not sisters!" I yell.

The girl holds up her hands. "Calm down! Gee, I guess you're a whole family of hot-heads!"

As she walks away, I slam my locker shut. This has been happening all day, or something similar. I'll walk innto a room and a group of people will stop talking, so I know that they were talking about Elsa. She's now known as "The Girl Who Got Suspended On Her First Day." There's more things to gossip about than this. Don't they have anything better to talk about?

I sigh and walk to lunch. But, I smile when I see that Kristoff is back.

"Hey!" I greet, sitting down. "Where were you?"

"I was sick," Kristoff answers.

"I really wanted you to meet Elsa yesterday," I tell him.

"What about today?" Kristoff asks.

"She's not here," I reply. "Haven't you heard about it?"

Kristoff shakes his head. "You really think I pay attention to gossip?"

I laugh a bit. "True. Well, have you heard about The Girl Who Got Suspended On Her First Day?"

"Wait, was that Elsa?" Kristoff raises his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Bingo," I respond. "But, you've probably heard it out of context."

"She beat someone up, right?" Kristoff asks.

"Wrong!" I sigh. "Almost beat someone up."

"Okay, but, um, why?" Kristoff adds.

"Well, Wesley was being a jerk to me," I explain. "And, then he started making fun Elsa for being an orphan. Between the two of us, Elsa got mad and almost…you know. But now, everyone's saying she did beat him up for no reason. Elsa deserves a better first impression than that! This isn't like her, trust me."

"Hm," Kristoff puts his hand on his chin as he thinks of how to respond.

"Are you stroking your imaginary thinking beard?" I joke.

"What?" Kristoff looks down. "Oh. I think I got this habit from my grandpa.

"I think that Elsa is going to be fine," Kristoff says. "Gossip passes, people get bored of talking about it, and move on to something else. As long as Elsa doesn't try to beat up anyone else, she'll be alright."

I sigh. "I hope you're right."

"When have I ever been wrong?" Kristoff asks.

"When you got kicked out of the store for calling the clerk a crook," I answer.

"No, he totally tried to make me pay more than I should have," Kristoff argues. "I saw the price tag!"

"Yes, but did you really think he would've sold anything to you after you called him a crook?" I point out.

Kristoff frowns. "Touché. But, trust me on this one, Anna. If Elsa really is the great person you've been telling me about, which I don't doubt she is, she'll make a better second impression."

Neither Mama nor Papa's cars are in the driveway when I come home, so I'm not surprised to hear a familiar voice filling the house when I open the door.

"The snow glows white on the mountain tonight, not a footprint to be seen,"

Instead of hiding in the doorway, I decide to listen from upstairs, so that Elsa doesn't see me.

"A kingdom of isolation, and it looks like I'm the queen,"

Those words break my heart. Of course Elsa feels isolated; she's been alone in an orphanage for how many years? I want to tell her that she's not alone anymore; she has me.

"The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside, couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I tried…"

Couldn't keep it in? Has she lost her temper before?

"Don't let them in, don't let them see…"

I continue to listen for a while. I smile when she gets to the chorus. She sounds so happy. I dare to peek into the room, leaning over the railing of the stairs.

"It's funny how some distance makes everything seem small, and the fears-"

She plays a wrong note on the piano, but she doesn't stop singing. Instead, she gets off of the piano bench and continues, "that once controlled me can't get to me at all!"

I watch as she keeps singing, joy written all over her face. I've never seen her so happy.

"Here I stand in the light of day! Let the storm rage on! The cold never bothered me anyway."

I grin when she finishes. I want to clap, but it's probably best that she doesn't know that I was watching her.

I sling my backpack back over my shoulder and slip into the room, pretending that I just got home. "Hey Elsa," I greet.

"Oh, Anna," Her smile fades and she starts wringing her hands. "Hi."

I glance into the kitchen. "Do you want to get a snack?" I offer.

"I'm not hungry," She replies. "But, thank you."

I notice that she still won't make eye contact with me. She hasn't since yesterday.

"I think I'll go upstairs," She says softly. With that, she makes a beeline toward our room.

I follow behind her. I walk up to a closed door. "Elsa? Can I come in?"

She doesn't reply.

"Elsa?"

Silence.

"Elsa? Do you want to do something?" I offer. "I feel kind of awkward, asking you to play like a little kid."

Nothing.

"I haven't really seen you since yesterday," I continue. "You…you can tell me anything, you know."

The door clicks open. Elsa stands there, her eyes bloodshot. She looks equal parts tired and stressed out. "Anything?" She asks.

"Of course," I smile.

Elsa sighs, and steps aside to let me in. She falls onto her bed and I sit next to her. She starts rubbing her temples. "I really have no idea how that happened. I just felt something…like this need to defend you. But, I'm a horrible person."

I put my hand on hers. "You are not a horrible person," I assure her. "That has to be the bravest thing anyone has ever done for me. I'm notthe saying that beating people up is a good thing, but you're the first person to ever defend me. That little weasel has been picking on me since third grade, and nobody's ever stood up for me."

Elsa shakes her head. "I really did almost punch him, Anna."

"Don't let him get to you-"

"No, Anna, I really did!" She interrupts. She looks up at me with watery eyes. "I really would have punched him if the principal hadn't stopped me. I almost punched him. I almost hurt him!"

"But, you didn't!" I point out. "And, that's what matters, right?"

Elsa bites her lip and shakes her head again, looking down. "No, it's not. What matters is that I'm dangerous."

"Elsa," I sigh. "It was an accident. You can't be so hard on yourself."

"How are you not scared of me?" She asks. "I didn't even last one day before getting suspended! Aren't you worried that I'm some sort jerk?"

"No," I answer. "Because, even though I've only known you for a few weeks, I know that you're a good person with the best intentions. And, even if you had punched him, I still would know that. That wouldn't have changed a thing. I promise."

Suddenly, Elsa hugs me. She was the first one to hug; not me. She voluntarily hugged me. After getting over my shock, I hug her back.

"Thank you," She says, her voice cracking.

"Everything I said was true, you know," I assure her.

"You're my best friend," Elsa smiles, pulling away. Then, her eyes light up. "No, you're more than that. You're my sister."

Author's Note: In case it wasn't obvious, I didn't write Let It Go. Kristin Anderson-Lopez and Robert Lopez did. (But, Elsa did in the story ;) )

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