Vibrations tickled my thigh once again; this was the fourth time Kristoff had texted me since I sat down at the table with Elsa to eat dinner, and I was getting annoyed by this point. After the flurry had gotten me a bit too chilly, I'd put on a pair of baggy gray sweatpants and asked Elsa to get rid of it, but I could barely keep my phone in the pocket since Kristoff wouldn't leave me be. I'm glad he cares enough to text me repeatedly but I just wish he'd get it through his head that maybe I'm busy, or maybe I'm silently cursing myself for finding my sister attractive. A girl's not always free to talk to her boyfriend, you know.

I decided to text him after I was finished eating since Elsa and I were having a conversation about my softball game this Friday and it'd be rude to just pull out my phone while she was in mid-sentence. As she spoke, I tried to force down another bite of the steak she'd made but I found it hard to swallow- not that it wasn't good or anything. I just couldn't forget about the previous events from the living room, and the disgust I felt towards myself seemed to have leaked out onto my dinner and ruined my appetite. The meat felt stringy and dry between my teeth even though she'd cooked it perfectly, just the way I always liked it, and I knew that past all of the bitterness in my mouth it was delicious. Elsa's words trailed off when she caught me staring at the table and she shot me a questioning look, one dark eyebrow raised. I could feel her icy stare chilling my body right to the bone, and only when I glanced up to meet her eyes did I realize that I'd been chewing on the same piece of steak for the past three minutes.

We held each other's gaze for a brief moment before I finally swallowed the lump in my throat along with the mashed up piece of meat which was even less appetizing after being in my mouth for so long. She didn't need to verbally ask; her cobalt eyes held the question, "What's going on with you?"

"Sorry," I mumbled, pushing my bangs out of my face as casually as I could manage with Elsa staring at me like that. I must've looked awkward either way because she crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back in her chair while our eyes never broke contact. I thought I was about to faint from embarrassment, awkwardness, and a little bit of something else that I couldn't put my finger on. "I just feel a little sick.. I-it's not the food! The food is great as always, but I just- My head hurts, I guess."

Elsa's expression softened at my rambling; she knew I did that when I felt nervous and she usually knew what was making me feel that way. Except this time, I couldn't tell if she knew or not, but I don't think she had a clue because neither did I. I opened my mouth to speak again but she stood up, pushing her chair back and crossing over to my side of the table to pick up my plate. She gave me the warmest of smiles that seemed to sweep away any trace of coldness in her, then she grabbed some plastic wrap from under the sink and sealed my dinner, placing it in the fridge.

"How about we have our bonding time now, then, and we can work on your homework later when you feel better?" Elsa offered, although a gleam in her eyes told me that she knew I was bothered by something more than a headache. I didn't hesitate to agree, realizing that maybe if I played it off like I could hardly focus with the way my head was 'pounding' she would believe that I was sick. Another vibration in my pocket reminded me that Kristoff was still wondering why I hadn't texted him all evening. A frustrated groan slipped out of me and my sister laughed knowingly, waving me away with her hand before walking into the living room and grabbing the TV remote.

"I've heard that thing buzzing in your pocket all through dinner," Elsa teased, pressing the top button of the silver remote. The TV screen blinked before fading from black to white, a movie menu showing up after a few seconds. I smiled at her; a movie night was just what I needed right now. She returned the smile before telling me to go call him before he had a panic attack; he probably already did, but oh well.

Making my way down the dark hall and into my bedroom, I shut the door behind me and slid my phone out of my pocket. Almost as soon as I did, the screen lit up with another text and the previous five were listed under it:

"Hey babe 3"
"Babe?"
"Are u busy?"
"Hello?"
"Why aren't u txting me?"
"Are u ok?"

Good gracious, boys could be an armful, and Kristoff was no exception even though I loved him. I furrowed my brow at the thought; I was pretty sure I loved him since I'd been with him for five months, and he was everything a girl could want in a guy.. I think. Feelings were confusing enough as it is, and now I've got myself even more confused just when I thought I'd settled down with what I wanted.

Rather than texting him back, I called him, reluctantly touching my thumb to the screen where his name and number was shown. It only rang once before I heard a muffled click and I held my breath, waiting for him to say something which would probably be an exclamation about how he'd missed me and was worried about me. Sure enough, his voice came through in a gasp.

"Anna! I'm so happy to hear from you!" I cringed; Please don't say that, I thought, my head still spinning from the way Elsa had smiled at me before I escaped to my room. Now I really was getting a headache.

"Y-yeah, um.. sorry about that. I was doing homework, and then I had to eat dinner, and you know how Elsa gets when I text while she's talking to me and-" His laugh cut me off and I pouted, angry at the fact that he seemed to be finding this funny when he was pretty much whining over me not answering him earlier. Once he composed himself, so did I, taking a silent deep breath to relax before I went off on him. "Yeah, well, I wish I could talk more but I gotta go. Elsa is calling me to finish my homework," I lied.

Kristoff let me go easily, giving me the usual 'Goodnight, I love you' talk which I returned much less enthusiastically than him and hung up, tossing my phone onto my bed. It bounced when it hit the mattress, falling off the edge and landing on the ground but I didn't really care; it wouldn't break and I knew that for a fact considering all the times I'd dropped it accidentally. I was able to calm down now that I had Kristoff taken care of, but there was still Elsa sitting on the couch in the living room, waiting for me to come in and sit beside her to watch whatever movie she'd chosen tonight. Like I said, spending time with her was the highlight of any day, but now with the questioning thoughts in the back of my head, I was worried about being so close to her. I wasn't going to back out though, because I knew it was her favorite part of the day too. Slipping out of my room, I ventured back into the living room and cast her a small grin before settling onto the couch next to her, making sure to leave a cushion of space between us. Elsa looked at me, reaching out an arm and shaking her head.

"Nope, come here. Lay down if your head hurts. Sitting up won't do you any good."

She had to be kidding me. Now, that definitely wasn't going to help. Hesitantly, willingly, with a mixture of emotions and thoughts, I brought my legs up onto the couch and laid across the cushion that separated us, my head just reaching her lap. I placed my head down, my cheek resting against her thigh which was unnaturally cold like I expected, but with the heat rising in my cheeks again I could hardly notice it. I felt a hand rest softly on my shoulder before I squeezed my eyes shut, the sounds of the movie slowly fading into a murmur as sleep unwillingly blanketed me.