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Anna sat motionless in her World Civilizations class, completely ignoring all the commotion around her.

Boys were flirting disgustingly with the giggling girls, who constantly flipped their hair. The teacher kept trying to talk over them with his monotone voice explaining Incan Empires, but no one seemed to care about human sacrifices.

Anna felt like she was in a trance. Ever since she'd woken up that morning, her head throbbed and muscles ached. She knew she wasn't hung over, but it sure felt like it. She had barely even put on her shirt the right way this morning, and threw her hair up in a ponytail, leaving her face natural. The only words she had said that day was the occasional greeting she would give fellow classmates and teachers in the hallway, a droopy smile glued onto her saddening face.

Finally, the bell shrilled through the cramped classrooms, and as everyone else rushed to get out, Anna only took her time, her moments slow and eyes tired with redness. Her binder felt like a ton of bricks as she flung it over her shoulder and walked lethargically out to her next class, completely content with living this way for the rest of her life.

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"I'm not stupid Anna. I see your shoes."

Elsa placed her hand on her bony hip and waited until she heard the quiet click of the lock. When Anna hadn't shown up for lunch that day, Elsa had been a little more than worried. Especially since Anna didn't say a word to her at all that morning, looking like a zombie. So she mad it her mission to search her out. She first checked at Kristoff's table, just in case, but was not so surprised to see him sitting alone under a tree, his state the same as Anna's, staring into nothingness while eating his sandwich.

So, here she was, looking under the stalls of the graffiti covered bathroom stalls, the black ink and cheap lights making it a not so elegant place to be. She grimaced at all the drawings and hateful comments people had left from years past and present. How could anyone be so mean? Her scowl turned into a look of accomplishment once hearing Anna's loud munching and her black Mary-janes tapping unrhythmically on the once white tile, which now was painted with an almost dirty pillow color.

Anna looked up at her, pale emotionless eyes hazing at Elsa lifelessly. "What do you want."

"Why are you avoiding me?" Elsa demanded. She was in no mood to coax and feed the younger girl.

"After our fight, I went out into the forest. I fell down and passed out. But then Kristoff saved me. He carried me back to his cabin and we kissed and talked and cuddled. It was absolutely magical," Anna's eyes brimmed with tears at the memory. "But then we woke up in the middle of the night, and everything seemed fine, but then he told me to get out." Elsa nodded and listened as if she had never seen this first hand.

"Kristoff broke it off with me," Anna started to weep, ugly fat tears running down her cheeks. "I don't understand. What is wrong with me? What am I doing wrong to make sure no one loves me?" Her eyes scrunched as a myriad of water raced down her blanched cheeks.

Elsa bent down so she was eye level with the devastated girl, sitting open legged on the toilet. "I promise you that is not true. I love you very much," Elsa looked into the black holes most commonly known as eyes.

"That's why you beat me down every time I try to tell you something important?" Anna used her hands to gesture, a frown permanently plastered onto her mouth.

"Look," Elsa tried again. "You're just going after the wrong guys. Hans was a jerk face, and Kristoff just has a lot of problems. Trust me ,I know," Elsa responded, gently rubbing the wreck of a girl's knee.

"Why is he that way?" Anna asked, wiping off a few of the flood currents. "He's so kind and caring sometimes, then the next second reserved and completely closed off."

Elsa sighed. How would she explain this one? "I think you need to sort out your own problems first, before you go searching for a guy to temporarily solve them. Because no matter how hard you try, they will never go away until you hit them head on. Trust me, I know this first hand," Elsa looked up at the redhead sadly.

"I don't think I'm ready to that just yet," Anna whispered, looking away and holding her torso tightly with skinny arms.

"That's fine. But once you are ready, I'm always here," Elsa smiled.

"I don't think you're the person I should talk to you about it," Anna replied, making Elsa's head shoot up in surprise. "I mean, you can't even admit to yourself that what you did to Kristoff was one of the cruelest things you could do a friend. Sure, you talked about it, but did you ever change? You haven't even told him you're sorry yet."

"Excuse me?" Elsa demanded. "At least I can admit I have a problem! You just keep it all bottled inside and put on this mask of 'Hahaha I'm Anna and everything is always fine and dandy in my world!'" The blonde mocked her icily.

"Excuse me?" Anna accoused, her voice rising. "I'm sorry, were you the one that got her heartbroken twice in the span of two days? Were you the one who's parents died on a cruise vacation gone wrong? Did you see them struggling for air and die right in front of your eyes? NO!" Anna was full of sobbing, blubbering her rant and blinded by the rainwater pouring own her eyelids.

"Anna," Elsa gaped, letting her words sit in. "I- I didn't know. I'm so sor-"

"JUST GO!" Anna screeched, her voice cracking. She placed her head in her arms and brought her knees up to her chest.

Elsa went.

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Kristoff's day had consisted of nothing.

He hadn't slept since Anna had woken him up around two, and cried until dawn peered through his windows, mocking him. He refused to go to any classes, knowing Chemistry would just be a nightmare. He sat up, kicking and punching at his metal anklet and sobbing at his pity party.

The bulky boy constructed enough energy to go to lunch, standing in the back of the line and making his way towards the big oak tree in the corner of the courtyard, the grey dreary weather portraying an understatement of his current mood. His eyes were a pair of couch potatoes, refusing to get up and move unless absolutely necessary.

Kristoff grunted, sitting with his arms crossed and his shaggy hair covering his honey brown eyes. The cold metal chair was uncomfortable, and the dead blue color of the walls made him feel like he was in hell. The black metal desk held a tall beanpole of a man, his wide rimmed glasses and high neck collared shirt making him look corny and stale, a picture perfect flection of the building.

"So do you want to explain to me why your here?" the man spoke, his voice like razor blades cutting the thin air. He adjusted his glasses and placed his arms on the desk, glancing at Kristoff expectantly.

"Duno,"Kristoff grumbled.

"Let's try that again. Why are you here Kristoff?" the man said more sternly, eyeing the brick wall of security guards outside the room, looking gravely into the interrogation room.

"I ran away."

"For the sixth time," Beanpole corrected. "Why are you doing this? Are you not happy?"

"I'm just peachy," Kristoff scowled.

"Don't get sassy with me, I have the power to send you to juvenile detention for what you've done," he threatened, slicking back his greasy black hair.

"I swear I didn't do it!" Kristoff protested, sitting up. "I would never commit a crime that morbid," the blonde shuddered.

"Well, the evidence seems to point to you. And with your track record over running away and unfriendliness and your pretty reasonable motive, it doesn't look too bright for you."

"What do I have to do? Please, I'll do anything," Kristoff hated begging, but he couldn't go to jail.

"Well, there is this thing called house arrest..."

Kristoff shook off that memory and stared at his lower leg in disgust. It was that stupid ankle monitor. It ruined everything. He was labeled as the school gang boy, somebody you didn't want to mess with. He couldn't go anywhere off campus, and whenever he tried making friends, they all were too afraid. He cursed silently again watching all the different groups socialize. Even the girls who eat their feelings have better friends than me, Kristoff grimaced. His life sucked.

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hmm...we're starting to get to know Kristoff and Anna's pasts more...

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