Elsa's eyes shoot open as she wakes up, panic written all over her face. She sits up, looks around, and realizes she's no longer on the roof with Kristoff. Instead, she is in her living room on the couch, a warm blanket over her legs and fluffy pillow behind her head. For that moment, Elsa wishes that all last night was a dream, and she almost believes it.
This didn't happen, none of it. Facilier doesn't exist... Kristoff wasn't attacked... Anna and I didn't... Oh god, Anna.
Her face goes flush as she recalls her dream with Anna, the night before. She lets herself fall back on her pillow, hair flying every which way. Draping her arm over her eyes, visions of last night still dancing through her head. Sighing, she 's stuck between being happy she's awake and worried about what is to come. Grabbing the couch, she hoists herself up to sit normally. As she rubs the sleep from her eyes, she wonders why Kristoff didn't put her to bed and then remembers what she did to her room the night before.
Ugh, I'm not looking forward to cleaning all that up. Oh god, what time is it.
Toying with the idea of just ignoring what time it was and making some coffee, she wonders quietly when Anna would be home from class today. She finally fishes the phone out of her pocket, and has seven missed calls from Aladdin.
Oh man, I am in no mood to deal with your bullshit this early...
The unread text messages, however, grab her interest. There was one from Aladdin, that she quickly dismissed, and two from Kristoff. Her fingers fly unlocking her phone and pulling them up, she reads the first one. 'I told your roommate you came out to drink with me last night and you seemed upset. She was pretty angry behind the concern of you passed out, draped over my shoulder. She likes you a lot, lol! You might want to take care of that room before she sees it. Call me at 5 we still need to talk, obviously some where new, the world didn't stop spinning while you were asleep.' Breathing a curse under her breath, she opens the other text, 'And I should never be able to ask a criminals phone to take me home and have it ACTUALLY give me an answer, you dumb ass!'
Elsa cocks a half-smile, calls her friend a "douchebag", and hears a plate break in the other room. "Ugh, Darn it!" It was Anna.
What the hell is she doing home.
"Anna?", Elsa calls, receiving a chilling silence back. She listens intently, no voice, no footsteps, no movement at all from the other room. Elsa asks again quieter this time, "Anna?"
The door separating the living room and kitchen flies open startling Elsa. Anna walks through it a look of relief faling over her face, "oh my god, how do you feel? Does your head hur- I mean... Glad to see you're awake, care to explain what happened last night?" Her face hardening and becoming stoic by the end of the her interrogation.
Elsa looks at the floor, her embarrassment showing in her face. "I'm not really feeling one hundred percent right now. Could we talk about this later?" Knowing her sister, Elsa could have guessed the answer. When Anna got into one of her moods, there was no snapping her out of it.
"It is one in the afternoon, I am missing classes cause my sister came home last night, so drunk that she had to have some guy, I've never even seen before, carry her in. After the tantrum you threw in your room last night, and where we left off..." Anna trailed off, Elsa couldn't look her in the eyes, she couldn't face the hurt that would be looking back at her.
"You heard that did you?", Elsa squeaks, feeling as big as her voice.
"I'm pretty sure old man Rafiki, three doors down, heard that!" Anna throws her hands in the air, getting more and more eccentric with each passing moment. "It was all going so good last night... Why couldn't you have just talked to ME about what was bothering you..? We were so close last night..."
Elsa's hides a smile tugging at her lips, when Anna mentions them being 'so close',"He's just easier to talk to about what was bothering me..."
"Why?!" Anna's frustration at her sister slips through. "Who is this guy that you can talk to him easier than you can talk to me?"
Her eyes finally meeting with Anna's. Elsa blurts out the first lie she can think of. "He's the guy I've been talking to recently."
Flashing behind her light blue eyes, something besides pain was threatening to overtake Anna. Elsa couldn't break the gaze with her sisters eyes, they were enigmas begging to be unraveled. Anna's voice, sneaking passed her lips, sounds a lot softer and almost sad, "l-like boyfriend, talking?" Elsa barely heard her sister, loosing herself in those eyes.
SAY SOMETHING!
"Yes... No... I'm not sure?", Elsa finally breaks the gaze looking off to the side.
Why are you getting flustered like you and her even a chance. She's your sister... If she ever found out about how you feel, she'd hate you forever.
She continues, "He works with me and after the night I had last night, I just wanted someone to talk to who wasn't involved."
"Well then", Anna's voice curled with jealousy, "Next time you have a problem make sure you call Christopher!"
What the hell is this? Is she jealous?
Forcing herself to look back into her sisters eyes, sure enough, that was the emotion she was missing before. Jealousy seeps from both her eyes and voice, as well as being written across her face.
Anna stares back at her sister for only a moment this time, "Ugh, whatever!" and stomps back to the kitchen.
Elsa mumbles under her breath after the kitchen door slams, "It's Kristoff."
Anna screams back, "WHO CARES!"