This is dedicated to my favorite writer, Astron soul. I would have never been inspired to write if it wasn't for her stories :)

I opened my eyes slowly. 'It's morning?', I thought to myself. Groaning, I roll over to sprawl out but instead slipping off the bed, landing on the wooden floor. "Ugh." I moan.

Trying to get up, I lift my leg up but then I find myself tumbling in the sheets wrapped around my legs. *knock knock* "Anna? Sweetie?" My father said outside the door. "Are you okay hun?"

My face still planted on the floor "I'm fine!", I mumble angrily to my clumsiness. Regaining my footing, I take the bundled sheets from around my legs and toss it on the bed. 'Why must everything be so difficult for you Anna?', I say to myself.

I walk over to my closet, half awake and swing the closet door open. Staring at me are my new uniforms I have to wear for my new school. I glare at them, hoping they run away in fear but they sit there mocking me.

The uniforms are white long sleeved button up shirts, black skirts with a mid thigh length. Not knowing what time it is, I grab the uniform and put on each piece. I slip on my black converse shoes, tying them with shaky hands.
Then, I put my hair up into a bun with a braid going into it. (The bun is a school regulation.) 'Whoever owns this school must be a real stick in the mud.' I think with a grin imagining an old man with a gray beard and glasses. I chuckle to myself.

I walk out of my room and into the bathroom. I go through my daily morning routine, as I brush my teeth and spray perfume.

"ANNA?", my dad yells from down stairs. "YES DAD?" "DO YOU WANT ME TO DRIVE YOU TO SCHOOL?" I ponder at the thought...'My old man taking me to a school full of future friends, boyfriends, and girlfriends? "UH..NO THANKS I THINK I WILL WALK". After he doesn't respond, I walk down the stairs to the jacket closet.

Slipping on my black jacket, that hugs me in just the right places, I walk through the door and go into the crisp winter air. My cheeks feel the kiss of the wind immediately as I begin to walk.

After walking for 5 minutes, I hear someone down the street. "Hey!" I whip my head around to see a small, ginger boy running towards me. Fear started to overwhelm me as the strange boy runs at me, I begin to run.

Pushing my legs as fast as they can go, the boy is now close behind me. My breaths come in short pants and I wail, "Stay away!" The guy yells, "I'm Olaf and I like warm hugs!" My pace begins to slow when I realize the boys age and I stop in place. "W-why... are you... following me?", I say panting, out of breath.

My hands are on my knees, my face looking towards the ground. I look up slightly to see a boy with a goofy grin on his face. He has bright red curly hair and big brown eyes like a forest. He places his hand out to me and repeats, "Hi! I'm Olaf and I like warm hugs! What's your name?", not even fazed by my question.

Straightening my self up I brush my clothes down, I stare at the boy with his hands out, a little hesitant like he might bite. I reach my hand slowly to Olaf and place mine in his. I relax a little when he chuckles to him self. "What's so funny?" I ask, a little annoyed.

"Why were you running from me? I just wanted to meet the new student.", he says while shaking my hand. I release his hand as a crimson red shades my face. "Right you're a student... Sorry, but why were you chasing me?" I ask questioningly.

"You were so far away and when you started running I thought you wanted to play tag!" he says with humor but a hint of seriousness. I look at him with puzzled eyes. "Why would we be-" I started to say but was cut off by another voice.

"So, I see you have made a new friend?" I twirl around to see who the voice is behind me. Our eyes connect and I swear if jaws could drop to the floor that's what mine would be doing.

My eyes travel down the woman's body, slowly, letting every inch of her fill into my eyes. "Umm, my eyes are up here.", she says pointing to her face. Snapping my head back to her eyes, I blush.

The woman has eyes like the crystal blue artic waters, her skin is pale white, and she has a 110 kilowatt smile. Her blond hair is up in a perfect bun and her uniform is fit on her like a glove. "I-I'm sorry I just.." I begin to say but was cut off yet again, by the stunning girl. "It's fine, you're cute", she grins at me, I feel my face get even redder. 'If that's even possible at this point.' I think to myself.

"Hi, I'm Elsa." she says with a smug grin on her face. 'That voice why does that-' I was beginning to think but was stopped by Elsa. "Do you want to walk to school together?" She looks at the watch on her wrist. "As much fun as it is to have such a pretty girl gawking at me, I think we should start walking." Once again, Elsa makes my face turn colors I preferred not to be.

Without warning, she grabs my hand in a swift motion and starts to walk. Not hesitating, I begin to walk with Elsa, her hands are cool against mine and the touch sends chills down my back. "By the way, my name's Anna." I say as we walk. She mumbles something but, I don't hear her. "What?" I say questionably? "I said, what a pretty name." she says, a grin spreading on her lips.

We walk up the steps to the school, many of the other students staring at me with wide eyes of shock. 'They must not have very many new students', I think to myself. The school is big with 3 stories. Elsa, still holding my hand, pulls me into a hall lined with lockers.

Students still looking at me, I begin to feel shy, wanting to hide away. My mind is now on and my feet are what keep me moving forward. I walk a little further and I bump into a figure. "Umph." I look up, Elsa is looking at me with questionable eyes. I look into her eyes, they're beautiful.

"Well?", she asks. I snap out of my daze, "What?" "Your schedule, Anna. I kinda need that to take you to your class. I mean, as much and I love walking with you and holding your hand." My eyes dart down to our hands, still intertwined with each others, I let go quickly and stick my hand into the pocket of my skirt, fumbling for my schedule. After what felt like decades, my hand grasped onto a crisp paper and I pull it out.

Schedule
1st period Art Ezra, Kai Room 104
2nd period Chemistry Jessica, Gerda Room 254
3rd period Speech Foster, Bulda Room 124
4th period World History marshal, sven Room 306
A Lunch
5th Physics chizzle, Vavra Room 368
6th English Hearlty, Clare Room 13
7th Health Grady, Kim Room 68
8th Spanish Rojer, Rodrequise Room 324

"I have art right now for..", I squint my eyes to see the paper better from my shaking hands. "Mrs. Ezra." I look up at Elsa who seems not very surprised. "Oh hey, look at that, that's my class.", her toothy grin spreads on her face again, making my heart race. She puts her arm out to me, shocked, I look at her and then loop mine with hers.

As we walk on down the hall, a boy glues his eyes on me. I look away, continuing to walk with Elsa but his eyes burn a hole into my back, then I feel a hand on my shoulder. Me and Elsa both stop, I turn to the side to see a tall boy with black hair and green eyes.

He looked at me then at Elsa then back at me. "What do you want kid?", Elsa said, her voice lacking little patience. "I just wanted to see what the big deal was, had the Snow Queen calling dibs.", he says still looking at me way more then a stranger should.

'The Snow Queen?', I think, pondering the name in my head. The air begins to get cold, I shiver. "Well you have seen her, now you can go.", her voice lacking even more patience than before. The boy smiles showing his teeth. "Maybe I like what I see?", he says with a cocky tone in his voice.

It begins to get colder and I finally realize that it's not the air getting cold...it's Elsa. "Elsa-?" I start but was cut off by a now cold but, fuming hot Elsa. "How about you leave now and I'll pretend you never laid eyes on her.", even though it was aquestion, she said it like a statement.

"Elsa, come on we're going to be late." I say, trying to distract Elsa from the cocky boy. She snaps out of her glare and looks at me, then nods. She pulls me a little closer than before and begins to walk. Her eyes are straight forward, not saying a word.

School hasn't even started yet and we already have a heating snowball. ~ Anna