Hello! I know! I know it's been so long since I've updated...so here it is! Sorry if it wasn't the best as I'm still having doubts about my skill after having been ridiculed for my it or questioned for dping something so low as committing the most heinous act a writer could possibly commit.

Anyway, I'm trying to move on from that...

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Chapter 6 - Hans

Leaves rustled lightly in the wind as a beacon of things unseen, unbidden in the minds of the young population that walked under its tree as they immersed themselves in the mundane chatter of their daily lives.

A young man with auburn dressed in white short sleeve button up with a black blazer over it partnered with gray pants and black shoes watched with piqued interest at the population dotting the grounds infront of a huge marble building.

"This must be Arendelle University." he exclaimed with a sigh as he took off his sunglasses and placed it inside his pocket.

"Yes." a voice spoke softly beside him and he turned to see the same young man he met in his manor standing with a lot of books in his arms. "It is one of the prestigious universities here in Europe."

"I can see that." he told the other as he faced him. "Say, Kristoff, was it? Can you tell me more about the institution?"

Kristoff shrugged. "Sure. But..." the other scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "I can tell you so little..if you want to learn more...you can ask Elsa."

He blinked at the name. Elsa?

"Pardon?"

"You must have been awed at the size of the school for you not to hear me." the blond chuckled with a shake of his head in mirth. "Anyway, Elsa is one of the Snow sisters that studies here in the university. She majors in Architecture and an avid reader of history."

"How do you know about her?" he asked, his interest piqued. In his opinion, the young man beside him came from a merchant family.

And quite astounding to hear that he knew about the Snow family.

The family is widely known in the business world for their vast wealth and connection to the royal line of Arendelle that hadn't existed for 3 centuries past.

"It helps when my friend is one of them." Kristoff answered then shook his head in embarassment. "Sorry. I forgot to thank you for rescuing me back there."

"No problem." he answered casually, waving the other's apology aside. "My older brother could be quite an asshole sometimes-more times than I can count."

The blond chuckled at the remark. "True." He then held out a hand while balancing the books with the other. "Name's Kristoff Bjorman."

He smiled wanly. "Hans Vestergaard." and took the other's hand and shook it.

Silence overcome them as they couldn't think of anything to cover up the awkwardness that seemed to begin growing between them.

"Say-" Kristoff was about to speak when a loud shout interrupted him.

"Kristoff!"

The blond heaved out a sigh then turned to greet the owner of the voice with an inquiring smile on his face.

Hans followed his gaze and saw a strawberry blond haired girl with double braids flailing behind her, running towards them, a hand waving in the air.

"Kristoff!" the girl cried.

He blinked in confusion at the greeting between the two. For as far as he understood from the way the other said awhile ago, this must be his friend.

But no normal person would greet each other that way.

Not unless...

They are best friends or somewhat friends.

"There you are!" the girl cried gleefully as she approached them, her blue eyes gazing at the two of them.

"And you are...?" he began but saw that the girl's eyes suddenly narrowed as soon as she looked at him.

Kristoff noticed the tension between the two and released an uneasy laugh as he tried to ease the atmosphere between them.

"Uh...Hans...I'm proud to introduce Anna Snow. Anna this is-"

"Hans Vestergard." Anna replied with a hint of sarcasm in her voice as she focused her blue eyes on him. "I know him."

"Have you two met?" the blond asked-more like at him.

Hans shook his head as he couldn't understand why she was looking at him like she wanted to punch him for they have never met each other-save now.

"Anyways," she chirped as she took a few books from him despite his protests. "We need to get going."

Kristoff nodded mutely then turned to look at him. "How about you? Do you need to be somewhere else?"

He shook his head. "Not that I know of." he assured him. "Then..." he gestured to the books in the blond's hands. "Do you mind?"

Anna blinked then shrugged her shoulders. "No, sure you can come along."

They started walking-she bouncing in her steps while the two men followed closely behind, not knowing what to say in between when their conversation had abrupt in a not pleasant air awhile ago.

Hans felt that he knew the girl-Anna somehow but he couldn't put a finger to it. And he had also noticed that she knew him but decided not to broach on the subject further.

Not that when she had looked at him like he had done something that wasn't considered good in the girl's book.

"So...what are you doing here exactly?" Anna asked, trying to start a conversation between them. "It looks to me like you're considering entering a program here."

"Well...I'm thinking of perusing through the available programs." Hans answered politely. "And...was hoping for architecture or engineering."

"Oh...architecture..." she repeated as she turned her head to look at him. "Well, my older sister, Elsa takes architecture." she told him.

"I know." he told her with a small smile. "Kristoff told me about her."

Anna nodded. "Oh."

They continued walking in silence as they reached the school corridors and based from the quietness of the hallway, the floor must be for the administrative offices.

There are 4 doors on either side of the hallway each with a gold plate on the wooden panel of the door indicating the purpose of each office, with bulletin boards beside each door with several papers-announcements pinned on the green board.

And a long plush red carpet with a huge gold stitched crocus in the center covered the floor, stretching to both sides of the hallway.

With stairs in the middle of each wall, leading up to the second floor of the building.

While modern lights hung in the ceiling.

"And...here we are." Anna began as she let out a tired sigh. "This is the first floor that houses the administrative offices. The Registrar's Office is the farthest door on the left, the Dean's Office beside that, and beside the dean's are the doors to the offices of all the professors in the college."

She pointed to the various offices with her finger as she told him which was which. He nodded, following her gestures with his gaze.

"Sorry about what happened awhile ago." she told him as she put down her arm and turned to look at him with regret and apology reflected in her blue eyes. "I was just reminded of someone when I saw you."

He blinked in confusion. "Why would you apologize for something that you have the right to feel?" he asked.

"It's wrong." she told him stubbornly. "And...it's not right to get angry at you for a reason when you haven't done anything wrong at all."

He let out a sigh. "I understand how you feel, Anna." he then held out a hand. "Consder this as an acceptance of your apology."

She took it and shook his hand then turned to look at Kristoff who had began walking with a small smile on her face.

And she followed after the blond, the books bouncing in her hands with every step she take as she followed after him.

Hans observed her as she caught up to Kristoff, her gait and stance somehow changing into someone who is comfortable and content with the world.

Not like the girl he had met earlier. A girl who clearly had grown up in the lap of an affluent and powerful family.

But her smile...he was reminded of someone who used to smile at him like that. A smile that was full of love and trust...a smile that he dare admit it-a smile he hadn't seen nor felt since then.

He shook his head as he rid himself off the memories plaguing his mind and continued after the two with his hands placed inside his pockets.

Chuckling to himself, he listened as the two had started bickering with each other about anything under the sun, not minding the fact that some are unusual or that some are too colorful to even take back.

But all the same, he appreciated the company the two brought even if he was left out of the conversation most of the time.

As they climbed up the stairs, he couldn't help but looked around. If this was considering enrolling here, he should already have a feel of the environment that the institution bought in order to make himself feel part of the community.

Even if he had just arrived from overseas.

He was so deep into his sightseeing that he didn't notice someone walking towards him, and only did then when he heard an audible thump followed by a series of heavy objects.

He was thankful that Anna and Kristoff had went on ahead.

Straining a small smile, he stoop down to help picked up the things.

"I sincerely apologize for bumping into you." he told the person as he piled up the books.

"No, I believe it was my fault." a voice answered and his eyes widened.

That voice! he thought. It seemed so familiar.

Slowly raising his head to look at up at the student, he couldn't help but gape at the sight that had met him, disbelief in his features.

It couldn't be...

Her.

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