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Saturday morning came and Anna found herself at her school's front gate.
Her parents were very understanding about the whole incident when she had told them. It wasn't like they could do anything if Hans' family was involved, anyway. She reached into her pocket for her phone once again, and read the supporting text messages from her two best friends.
Good luck on your first detention sweet thing! If any of the kids give you trouble, be sure to let me know, okay cupcake? From Megara.
Hey, I'm actually gonna be at school too. Y'know, practicing. The big game's pretty close. Call me when you're done, okay? From Kristoff.
Anna sighed. If Kristoff was at school that day for soccer team practice, then Hans would be there too. She had been extra careful to avoid Hans for the last few days, not wanting to deal with His Royal Sideburns (as Kristoff liked to call him—behind his back of course) but the day before the detention, she ran into him when she was walking in the hallway with her classmates. Hans smiled sweetly right at her as they were walking towards the opposite directions. It actually creeped her out a lot, but she held her head up high. She was not going to cower in fear.
"Okay, you can do this, Anna," she growled as she stepped into the school. "You were born ready for this!"
Anna had imagined the archive room to be a dimly-lit, dusty old huge room with high ceiling, full of tall cabinets containing old, yellowing archives. She was even a bit excited of the prospect of exploring the room and going on a little adventure of finding something interesting.
So she felt a little underwhelmed when she found herself inside the actual archive room she was assigned to. Just a little bigger than the usual classrooms, well-lit, and clean. There were only a number of archive drawers, as many as the room could contain.
"Anna?" the boy called out from one corner of the room. "Is that really you?"
"Hi, Olaf," Anna waved at him awkwardly. "Yeah, it's really me. You look busy already."
The curly boy looked down at his lap. He was sitting on the floor next to an opened drawer with his back leaning on one of the drawers, a stack of archives at his lap. Anna sat down next to him and they talked. He told her he just got there, and it was his fourth session, as the Principal had informed Anna a few days before. Apparently, he got into detention for sleeping in multiple classes after multiple warnings.
She glanced at the archives in Olaf's lap, and figured that those are recent archives that belonged recently-graduated students, probably in the last five years or so. The papers looked new and haven't yellowed with age. Her task was to sort the archives and arrange them alphabetically because for some reason a lot of the archives in that room weren't arranged alphabetically, some even got mixed up in other drawers that belonged to a whole different batch.
Anna was going to open her first drawer when she heard the door opened.
Her eyes widened at the sight that greeted her.
She had never seen her before. How was that possible? Sure, there were a lot of students in that school, but how come she never noticed the kind of beauty that was standing by the doorway right now? The first thing that drew Anna in was her eyes. Those icy blue eyes that gave nothing away. Cold? Distant? Anna's mind immediately associated them with those words. Her hair was platinum blonde, done in a braid that was resting on her left shoulder. Her bangs were pushed back as if the wind was constantly blowing against them. She was slim and tall—probably taller than Anna, she decided.
The blonde's eyes met Anna's. If she showed recognition at all, Anna couldn't see it because a second later the blonde silently walked away to the other corner of the room, the furthest away from Anna and Olaf. She sat down and started working on the archives in one of the bottom drawers.
Anna looked at Olaf questioningly, he just gave her a look and shrugged, and went back to organizing the archives in his lap. Anna did the same, but every few seconds she stole a few glances at the silent blonde girl, who was also busy with the archives. Who is she? Why haven't she said anything? Is she mute? Does this school even allow mute students? Why is she here? She doesn't seem like a trouble maker. Then again, neither do me. Or Olaf. Anna's mind was reeling with questions. She wanted to ask Olaf, but the room wasn't large enough to not make it look obvious that Anna was talking about the blonde girl. She decided not to be rude.
Elsa. Anna then remembered the name of the girl. That's her name, isn't it? That's what Mr Oaken told me, anyway.
All of a sudden, Anna felt a cold chill ran down her body and let out a little gasp. It was barely audible, but Elsa's head snapped up from the archives in her hand and looked at Anna. The distance from one corner to the other made it a bit difficult to totally make it out, but Anna thought she caught something flash in Elsa's eyes for a brief moment. Surprise? Panic? Anna turned his head to see Olaf beside her, but he was already fast asleep.
When Anna looked up at Elsa again, the blonde girl had already busied herself with the archives again. Her expression went back to nothing. Blank. She gave nothing away.
Anna looked at her watch, it was 10.20. She glared at it, as if it was the watch's fault that only twenty minutes out of 120 minutes had passed. She sighed. This is going to be a long morning.
Anna wasn't sure if she was just imagining it, but she felt the room got a little colder by the hour.
"Kristoff," Anna breathed out a sigh of relief to see his best friend at the school parking lot. It was now noon. He was leaning against his car, still dressed in his soccer uniform. He smiled at her.
"Hey, feistypants," he greeted when she approached him. "Not so feisty today?"
"It was pretty boring," Anna whined. "How was the practice?"
"It was alright, we finished just a while ago," Kristoff shrugged. "Hans was a little rough with me though." He frowned.
"I'm so sorry—" Anna began to apologize. Now Hans is harrassing her friend too because of her?
"Hey, don't be," he waved his hand. "He wouldn't hurt me, he needs the star player to score the winning goal next week." He winked. "So it's her, huh?"
Anna blinked. "Who?"
Kristoff gestured to the front gates. Anna saw her again. Elsa was walking towards the front gates a few meters from them. Anna observed her from that distance. Elsa's moves are kind of careful, and—and graceful? Anna thought. Her radiant beauty still stunned Anna.
"I saw her this morning and I remembered," Kristoff told her. "That's Elsa, right? The girl with the same detention as you? I think I had a class with her last year. Hadn't seen her eversince. I even forgot her name, until this morning."
Anna's eyes widened. "So you know her?"
Kristoff shook her head. "No, never spoke with her. She's so pretty, though, right?"
"She's beautiful," Anna breathed out, then immediately sobered up. "I—I mean—yes she looks good, and so do you, and Meg—wait what?"
Kristoff chuckled. "Woah, okay, now I see why you turned Hans down. You prefer girls, then?"
"N-no!" Does she? "That's not it at all. Besides, who would wanna go on a date with him, anyway?" Anna sighed. "Yeah, the popular girls, or just the stupid ones—"
"Speak of the devil," Kristoff cut her, his eyes fixing on someone far behind her. "Look."
Anna turned around to see Hans walking out of the building alone. His red hair was combed neatly, wet from the shower he had taken after the practice. His face showed his usual smug expression. He hadn't noticed Anna and Kristoff yet when he began walking towards his car.
"You know," Anna turned to Kristoff again, lowering her voice. "Sometimes I feel kinda bad for slapping him, but every time his face shows up, I'm like, 'nope!'," Anna shuddered. Kristoff chuckled in agreement.
"Elsa!" Hans called out all of a sudden.
Anna and Kristoff froze. Anna's eyes widened. She slowly turned her head again. Did Hans just—
To Anna's horror, Hans was sprinting towards the front gate, right where Elsa was. The blonde girl had already stopped walking, her back still facing the guy who was approaching fast. Anna thought she saw Elsa sigh, then she eventually turned around, really slowly. Anna and Kristoff watched from a few meters away as Hans finally was right in front of the blonde girl.
They couldn't hear what they were talking about, but Anna noticed Hans' making a gesture towards the direction his car was parked, so Anna figured he must be offering her a ride home, or somewhere else. So typical, Anna scoffed. Except, Anna noticed with a frown, Hans seemed different. He softened. Gone was the usual arrogance, his hands was clasped together—a nervous habit that Anna also had. Is he nervous?
Elsa shook her head and spoke to Hans. Hans' spoke again, looking a bit more insistent this time, but it was so unlike the way he insisted Anna to go on a date with him. Elsa smiled weakly at him and shook her head again, stepped back, gave him an awkward wave and finally turned around. She resumed walking away from the school, away from Hans, whose shoulders seemed slumped in disappointment. He looked—sad?
Anna blinked. Then she blinked again. She turned to Kristoff, who looked just as shocked and confused as her. Apparently this was new to him too.
"I can't believe it," Kristoff's voice was just a whisper. "A girl said no to him and he took it just like that? Anna, you should've learned from her."
But Anna was more bothered by the fact that Hans looked like a completely different person just now towards Elsa. Who was she, really? Anna was determined to find out.
A/N: Did I do okay...? I really haven't written anything in a long time. Thank you so much for reading :D