"There we go," Elsa hummed contently before setting the pencil and paper down. Her lips curled in a mischievous smirk.

She thought this was funny...

She thought this was amusing...

Damn, was she wrong.

"Long time, no see."

"No kidding, where the hell have you been?"

"Nowhere."

"Nowhere? Elsa, it's been ten yea-"

My chiding was cut short by the clearing of Weasel-town's throat.

"Excuse me, and who might you be?" He asked. Though his tone was light, I could tell that he was about to bubble over from the inside.

"I'm Elsa. Senior."

Weselton's brows rose as if he were surprised. "Elsa?" He scoffed, "well, miss Elsa. We have rules in this class believe it or not. And you happen to be breaking several." A boney finger pointed to the door, "office, now."

Elsa smirked at me before strutting to the door.

"See ya around, Anna."

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After Elsa left, the class day went on normally... Well, seemingly for everyone except me.

Elsa was on my mind unlike anything else had ever been. I couldn't comprehend that she was back. Actually, I couldn't comprehend WHY she was back. So, when I got the chance during passing period, I asked. (More like demanded.)

"Why are you here?" My voice was laced with the same bossy tone I was made fun of for as a kid. She quirked a brow.

"What, I can't go to school?"

I ignored her snarky reply.

"Why are you here," I gritted my teeth, "now?"

Elsa grinned at the clarification and leaned against a locker.

"I want to get into an art collage. To be honest, the only class I'm really attending is your CAPP Art class."

CAPP Art was directly linked with Corona, one of the top Art Schools in the state. If you passed CAPP with an A, you would be good to go.

"Well, with the work you did on my picture today," I feigned being annoyed, "I think you'll do fine."

Elsa laughed.

"Only if Weselton keeps me in class."

That's right, I almost forgot. CAPP Art is for the most advanced artists in the school, and is treated as such. The rules are extremely strict- and with Elsa's miff-up today, I'm willing to bet she'll be kicked out. Lucky for her, I am one of his top students. Something she probably knew.

I sighed. "I'll talk to him for you." Before she had a chance to say anything more, I asked what had been on my mind for a while.

"While we are on the topic of art, how did you do that with my picture?"

Elsa shrugged, "depends on what you mean in particular."

"You fixed my tree, perfectly, too. How did you-" she cut me off.

"That was my tree too, remember? Unlike you, I have a decent memory."

I scoffed.

"After school, meet me by it." Elsa demanded. Her eyes were cold even though her personality seemed warm.

I nodded blankly.

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"Anna!" A voice called to me from the end of the hallway. I turned to look in the direction of which it came and spotted a familiar ginger.

Hans.

Hans was easily one of the most popular guys in school. This was not hard to believe at all. He had a perfectly chiseled chin, bright emerald eyes, and what appeared to be the softest lips in existence. Yeah, I'll admit it, I have a crush on him.

I could feel the smile spreading on my face as I answered him, "oh, hey!"

He shot me one of his "triple-threat" smiles. Hot, smart, and sweet- all the things a girl looked for. A triple-threat.
"I was wondering if you would like to go bowling with me today?" A date? Hans Westergaard was asking me out on a date?

"Sure-" I started to accept, but remembered my previous engagement with Elsa. Shit.

"Oh, shoot. I'm sorry, I'll have to take a rain check. Okay?" I brought my hand through my strawberry-blonde bangs.

"Um, yeah. Sure- that's fine."

"Thanks."

He started to turn around, but pointed to me before his face was lost. "I'll hold you to that rain check, Gold."

I only laughed in response.

{HOURS LATER}

"What do you see?" She asked. I willed myself to look down. I gazed out across the neighborhood- a bird's-eye view of the world. Through the branches, I could see the tops of houses; the smoke coming out of the Anderson's chimney. Kids were playing street hockey in the cul-de-sac where Hans, Elsa and I used to run with our light sabers. Where Elsa, after much bossing on my part, taught me how to build snowmen. I looked up. Tree branches swayed above me, dancing in the blue, cloud-spotted sky.

"I see everything," I breathed, "I see-"

"Don't tell me. Show me." She pulled my sketch pad out of her shirt. "Draw what you see." She tried to hand me my things.

"From up here?" I was still hugging my tree branch. How did she expect me to be able to draw anything without falling? "I can't."

"Stop worrying." Elsa leaned against the trunk.

"Come here."

I slowly edged over to her. She helped me sit in front of her and then handed me my things. I leaned my head back against her chest, and she wrapped her hands around my waist.

"Draw," she said, "I'll hold you until you're done."

I put the charcoal pencil to the paper. I hesitated for a moment. What was it I wanted to draw? I looked out across the yard in the other direction. From here, most of my Craftsman-style house was obscured by branches, but it looked like it had when I sat up here as a kid. Not patched and old, but solid, inviting, and safe. My hand started moving, drawing what I saw. Glimpses of my childhood home from my perch in the walnut tree.

"Good," Elsa said as she watched my progress. She stayed mostly silent except to point out something here and there. "See how the sun glints off the wind vane? Draw the dark, not the light itself."

I drew, letting charcoal lines flow right out of me until my hand felt cramped and tired. I stopped to stretch, and Elsa pulled the sketch pad off my lap.

"It's good, real good." She nuzzled her nose against the top of my head. "You should do this in oils."

"Yeesh." I leaned forward.

Elsa trailed her fingers down my spine. "Still not a fan?"

"I haven't tried oils in years." Not since the day her mother took her away.

"You'll never get into a place like Corona if you don't get a hang of it."

"I know, Weselton's been after me all year about that."

"It wouldn't be the same there without you."

I scooted away from her and dangled my legs along the sides of the branch. Elsa thought about us together at college? It felt weird to think about the future- our future- when so many things were happening. What were we doing here anyway? We'd held hands, brushed skin, talked into the late hours of the night. But what did any of this mean? What could it mean?

"You never did show me that technique with linseed oil and varnish," I cooed. It was the "trick" she promised to teach me just before she'd left with her mom.

Elsa cleared her throat and pulled herself to her feet.

"You remember that?"

"I tried to forget," I admitted. "I tried to forget everything about you."

"You hated me that much?"

"No." I grabbed a branch and pulled myself up, my back still to her. "I missed you that much."

"Anna..."

{LATER THAT NIGHT}

"Anna!" Gerda bellowed from the front room. I came in from the kitchen. She was sprawled across the couch, watching TV.

"What?"

"Phone." She shook the cordless over her head. I grabbed it from her and was about to put it to my ear when I noticed a bunch of... Trolls? On the TV screen. It seemed to be a documentary. I covered the receiver. "What in the world are you watching?"

"A mythology documentary for school. It's actually pretty neat."

I hummed in understanding, not ripping my eyes from the screen.

"Anna."

"What?"

"Don't forget about the love of your life."

Gerda pointed at the phone.

"Oh." I knew that she was teasing, but I still wondered if I could ever call Elsa something like that. I walked into the kitchen. "Hello?" I asked into the phone.

"Anna!" It wasn't Elsa.

"Oh hey, Hans. What's up?"

"I'm calling in my rain check."

"Rain check?"

"For bowling. You still owe me a date."

I could tell by the sound of his voice he was using his "triple threat" smile.

"For tonight?"

"Yeah, we're doubling Kristoff and Belle," he said, like the date was already set in stone. "Dinner, bowling, then a party at Gaston's."

"Oh."

I wondered if I should go. Not for Hans's sake, but for Kristoff's. I hadn't talked to him since the night before. The fact that he even wanted to go out and have fun was a good, but surprising, sign.

"I'm sorry, but I have plans for tonight."

"Then change them." Hans suggested.

"I can't." I tried to sound apologetic. "I've got to go. I'll see you at school, okay?"

"Yeah. Okay." His voice sounded hard. No smile at all.

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Authors Note:

Hey, look at that! You made it passed chapter two! Thank you for reading, and I truly hope you like it so far! If you do, please leave a review! See you tomorrow! *doki doki*