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In this story Anna and Elsa are not sisters!
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Elsa stared directly ahead as she wove us through traffic. Hands clenched on the steering wheel, knuckles white.
"It's not from anything specific. I only really allow people I know touch me. And sometimes I pull away from them. I'm a little germaphobic too. As far as I can remember I've always been that way. Please don't take it personally. It's not meant to be an insult. It's more of a gut reaction."
I nodded, brow furrowed. I turned to look at Elsa. Her profile took my breath away. It seemed no matter what she would continue to stun me with her beauty. "I think I understand. I'm a little germaphobic especially when people are sick. I get the urge to wipe down everything when someone coughs. But other than that I'm a pretty touchy feely person." I held up my hands in front of me in shock. "No worries I'll respect your wish not to be touched." Not that I don't want to. Gosh, I'd give anything to be able to touch Elsa even as a friend. Now that I know she doesn't like it I'll have to remember her wishes. I hoped that one day she would be comfortable enough with me to fall in to the category of people she allowed to touch her.
Elsa chuckled, lifting my mood immediately. "I sometimes have the same urge. Most of the time I have it under control, but there are times it can get out of control and in the way. I wish I had more power over it. But it takes over my life when I don't want it to. I'm not sure if that makes any sense."
The memory of Hans putting his arm around Elsa flickered through my mind. "No, I think I understand." The image of Hans touching Elsa didn't want to leave my brain. "What about Hans? At lunch he touched you." I sunk low in my seat. I can't believe I just mentioned that. Did it make me look like a weirdo knowing that information?
If Elsa thought it was strange that I brought up Hans she didn't show it. "Hans and I have been friends since we were ten. And we dated in the ninth grade. Sometimes I still have the urge to pull away from him though. More because I think he wants to get back together and I don't want to lead him on."
Astonishment flattened me to the passenger seat. Elsa dated Hans way back when? Now that I thought about it Hans didn't come to Arendelle High School until tenth grade. My hands clenched on my lap, trying to control the sadness trying to weigh me down. Elsa was straight. I knew the likely hood of us dating wasn't that great, but for a while there I at least had hope.
No matter. I still wanted to be Elsa's friend even if it never went past that stage. I've never felt such an instant connection with another person. I wasn't going to give that up for anything. Hopefully in time my crush on Elsa would slowly dissipate leaving behind only friendship. I knew that I wanted to be by her side in any way I could.
My mind was blank. I had no comment about Elsa dating Hans. I didn't like Hans at all. He was a huge jerk. I never really saw any redeeming qualities in him. And that was saying something considering I liked to try to find the good in people. He must have some hidden goodness in him that he only let Elsa see or he was faking it. I'd tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. I didn't want to offend Elsa.
"You dated Hans? What was that like?" Probably not the best way to start the conversation and honestly I had no desire to know about Hans.
Elsa smiled softly. "To be honest he's a real prick. I love him as my friend, but everything always has to be about him. We only dated for about three months. I'm surprised I survived that long. He's a way better friend than a boyfriend. He always tells me like it is and I really appreciate that. It's hard to find people that will speak plain. Doesn't change the fact that he can be a real jerk." Elsa laughed, fondness radiating off her. She really cared about Hans. I better be careful where I step concerning him. "Do you know Hans?"
I shook my head vigorously. "Not really. We've had a few classes together, but he's never been that…nice." I slumped against the door, leaning my forehead against the window. My face was so hot. Elsa liked it when people were straight about things. It was hard to contain what I had to say as well.
"Anna, you don't have to be afraid when talking to me about something. I know Hans can be really hard to get along with. Sometimes we go months without talking because of something he said or did. Thank you for being honest."
From there our conversation easily drifted through our first day of school as she pulled in to the driveway. I grabbed my backpack from the floor, hand on the door handle. I was about to open it when it hit me that I didn't want to leave. More time with Elsa sounded wonderful.
"Do you want to come in for a while?" I asked, sweat slicking my palms. Today was the day for firsts.
Elsa amazing blue eyes widened for a moment, joy flashing through the icy depths before sadness dampened any other emotion. "I have to meet Hans for coffee at four."
I looked at my watch, it was already a little after three. "Maybe some other time." I opened the car door, trying to get away from Elsa as fast as I could so she couldn't the pain on my face. I got out of the car, closed the door and started bolting to my front door.
Elsa got out of her car, halting my progress by gently grabbing my hand. Tingles shot across my nerve endings, momentarily stopping my breath. Elsa looked a little dazed as she gazed at me. "I think I can come in for a little while if that's okay."
"It's definitely okay."
Elsa squeezed my hand before letting go and following me inside. Neither of us mentioned her touching me. I had no idea what it meant that she could touch me without a problem, but the hope I lost earlier made another appearance growing a little more every minute I spent with Elsa.