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Chapter 3

The family sat around a long table in the mansion's dining room. The glass and gold chandelier casting a sort of glow in the room.

Their father, a strawberry blond haired man sat at the head of the table, his brunette haired wife seated at his left, and Elsa sat at his right, while Anna sat opposite her.

The room was filled with a lively chatter as the youngest in the room was busy regaling the other members of the family.

"And..." Anna happily said as she bounced in her chair in pure excitement, her blue eyes gleaming. "there would be a coming party next week! And we're invited!" she squealed.

"Anna!" their mother chuckled at her youngest's excitement. "Calm down, dear."

Anna did as she was told and then turned to look at her father, her blue eyes trained on the older's face. "Can we come?"

Her father chuckled, both uneasy and amused at his youngesr daughter. "A party, eh? Who's the host?"

"Adgar!" his wife said his name in shock. "Perhaps we should-"

"Relax, Idun." Agdar told his wife as he let out a sigh. "Anna's practically old enough to take care of herself."

"But-" Idun started to protest as she looked at her husband, who had interrupted her with a chuckle and a knowing look in his face.

"Remember the time when she punched a guy on the face?" he asked, his voice filled with mirth.

"Fine." she conceeded, for she already knew she had lost when he had already set his mind. She then trained her blue eyes on the youngest member of their family.

"Anna, no drinking." she told the youngest firmly. "And...no boys."

"Mama!" Anna complained. "I'm old enough to have a boyfriend!"

Idun shook her head, adamant. "Just all the same, no boys. I don't want anything to happen to you."

She then gave a pointed look at her husband and let out a sigh. Her side over.

Agdar took her silence as a chance to speak. He then turned to look at his youngest with a smile on his face. "Listen to your mother. I have no qualms with the no boys thing though-" and he cringed at the glare he was receiving from his wife.

He then cleared his throat and looked at his daughter. "And also no drinking. You should be back by exactly 11pm."

Anna looked at both of their parents, her eyes wide. Disbelieving what she was hearing right now!

They rarely let her go to such parties, and would only allow her if she would comply taking some of their trusted men with her.

And everytime she would complain, her parents would just tell her that desperate times call for desperate measures. Although, it's not like her parents were doing something illegal.

Far from it.

Both came from influential and wealthy families. And had made their mark in the business world. Now their family name is considered one of the wealthiest in their country.

Thoughts aside, she looked at her parents. "Really?"

Her father nodded. "Really. We-your mother and I think its best if you would be allowed to such parties-" he cast a glance at his wife who was also looking at Anna, fear evident in her face.

He was too, but their generation is widely different from now.

And teenagers these days rarely do what their parents told them to, especially if they have lots of money in their disposal.

She was about to jump in joy when her mother spoke.

"But..." the older spoke.

She deflated, and looked at her mother who was looking at her with a sad look in her face. "But?"

Idun let out a sigh. "Take Elsa with you."

Elsa looked up from her meal as her name was called and turned her head to look at her parents. And opened her mouth to protest. "Mama-"

"Elsa, " her father spoke softly almost a whisper, his green eyes softening. "it will help you."

Elsa looked at her parents a little more then let out a defeated sigh. "Alright, I will come." she mumbled under her breath. "But don't expect me to become a social butterfly."

Her mother looked at her and feigned a smile. "We know that it will take a time for your wound to heal...but please, it's not worth it to hide within yourself all the time."

Agdar chuckled. "Just like what your past generations great grandmother said, 'let it go.'"

Elsa smiled at her father's failed attempt to rise a laugh out of her. Then continued eating her meal in silence. Oblivious to the eyes of her younger sister looking at her.

Anna ran down the hallway and skidded to a halt in front of her sister's door. And raised a hand apprehensively to knock on the wood, hoping to get a response but then put it down to her side.

Eversince her sister's breakup with Jack-which in her opinion was the best decision she had made-she had never been the same.

Always holed up in her room, crying, wondering what had gone wrong or if she was wrong. That had made her hide herself in her shell again.

But days later, she begun to see the cheerful and playful Elsa once again. And she liked it, although it disappears as quickly as it appears whenever something triggered the memory.

She shook her head and ran to their parents' bedroom to greet them a goodnight and to her shock and amazement, saw the older leaving the room, her platinum blond hair draped on her left shoulder.

She stopped. Hoping the older didn't notice her.

"Anna?" Elsa spoke as she looked at her sister standing in the middle of the carpeted hallway.

And silence descended upon them like a blanket as they regarded each other, not knowing what to say.