It was a disgustingly hot summer. The air felt sticky hot. It was bright enough outside that the light could cause a migraine. Elsa was wearing a pale, pink sweater to ensure she wouldn't get a sunburn. Additionally, she liked feeling like she was in a cozy autumn sweater. She sat inside, looking at her sister enjoying the light. Her sister, Anna, sat by a pool in a bright yellow bikini with frills. Both sisters wore buns to keep the heat off their necks. Anna was eating cherries while wearing heart shapped sunglasses, listening to up beat love songs, earning more freckels instead of growing tanner. A tall glass of pineapple juice was near Anna's chair. It was a time of year that commercials told Elsa she's supposed to feel so alive, dance, and feel the warmth on her skin. She only felt the verge of heat strokes. She felt oddly depressed during summers. Everyone else seemed to be excited for summer, but there was nothing for her to do during summers. Elsa's body felt like it was melting into the couch because she was so over heated and deeply bored. Knowing nothing interesting would happen, decided to walk their dog, olaf. Olaf was a Chinese Crested breed, which Elsa found hideous. It was Anna who insisted on keeping the dog, although Elsa was the one who picked the dog when she was a three year old girl. Anna grew to be more obsessed with the dog than Elsa.

"Come here, Olaf," Elsa mumbled as the white dog skipped to her. She hooked a leash to its collar. The moment she stepped outside of her house with Olaf, she saw her new neighbor across the street on the opposite side was coming outside too. She tried to slowly turn around so he wouldn't see her. She didn't want to talk to him.

"Elsa, Hey! Hey Elsa!"

"I forgot something inside!" She panicked, grabbing a resisting Olaf into her arms from the ground.

"Elsa, it's me! Hans! It's so good to see you!" He jogged into Elsa's front yard and smiled at her like a politician.

"Hey," she nervously laughed, she straightened back up hold Olaf. He reached to touch Olaf in her arms, and in a panic, she threw Olaf on the ground so he couldn't touch her dog.

"He's so cute! Hey little guy!" Hans squatted down and talked to Olaf in a cheery voice, which got the dog more excited to get to bask in his attention. Olaf started jumping and breathing quickly. "How's Anna?" Hans asked, straightening up. Elsa hadn't met Hans except one time, and the meeting lasted only 10 minutes. When he stood all the way erect, she hadn't realized he was so tall. She never got a chance to study his facial features before because she'd always been too shy to make eye contact with people. It'd been about a year since she'd last seen him. Elsa cleared her throat, hoping to get over her anxiety. She felt like she looked ugly with no makeup and clear eyebrows, and she worried she looked weird wearing a sweater on such a hot day.

Hans sighed, "I know Anna and I broke up, but that doesn't mean I can't ask how she's been." He looked at Elsa with an accusing smile, seeing it made her cross her arms to keep herself away from him. The opposite reaction he wanted. He retreated, "I mean, I know she took the breakup pretty hard, but I just wanted to be friendly. How've you been, Elsa?"

Her face turned red. Asking how she personally had been was even worse because the truth was that Elsa had been up to nothing lately. Her depression had her crippled for months, unable to work, study, or focus on anything. Elsa's old hobbies like singing and painting all bored her. Her depression made it hard for her to enjoy anything or do anything productive.

"Anna has a new boyfriend now, so she's been doing well," she blurted, desperate to not have to talk about herself. She started to walk forward past Hans, hoping using Olaf as an excuse to get away. Hans walked next to Elsa, joining her and Olaf. Olaf jumped and acted hyper, ectatic to be near a new person.

"I know," Hans defended. "Kristoff. I know about him. She basically was dating him while she was with me. He was there with us even the day we broke up."

"It wasn't like she was trying to cheat on you," Elsa justified awkwardly. She didn't talk to Anna about why the broke up, but Elsa never truly liked Hans much. He gave her a bad vibe. She felt like he sensed how desperate Anna was and leached onto her insecurites. The truth about their relationship was a mystery to her.

"Well, I don't know what other word you'd use to describe it," Hans bitterly spat. Then he sighed, "I'm over it. And she and I weren't a good fit. I don't want any bad blood over it though, of course. I'd like to be friends despite the whole thing." He touched Elsa's shoulder as a sign of friendship, but Elsa flinched and dropped the leash for Olaf.

"Don't touch me!" She shouted. "Why would you even- Just don't!" she stammered with a red face. Olaf, excited by the shouting started running. "Olaf come back!" Elsa felt too frustrated to even chase Olaf. "You dumb dog! You're too small to even feed yourself! Where do you think you're going!" She growled as she ran after Olaf. Boy, she realized she was out of shape. Her running after her dog wasn't fast enough, and she didn't realize Olaf could even run far with his tiny, old legs. Hans dashed past her, and cornered Olaf who had ran four, long house properties away already. He picked up Olaf, who wiggled in hopes that Hans would drop him again. Elsa stopped in her usless slow jog as Hans walked back to her.

He painted, "I'm sorry I-"

"Thank you," she reached up and snatched Olaf back. Her frustration with the annoying dog grew. "What a brat!" she lectured Olaf, who was too thrilled to realized he'd done something bad.

"Elsa, I'm sorry... that I touched you."

"No, it's not you. It's just a personal thing for me," she felt embarssed to have exploided on him.

He crossed his arms, ensuring he won't reach for her again. "I hate it when people touch me sometimes even. I get it. And I'm sorry." They both looked at the ground in embarassment. A quiet pause came. "I just like you. I didn't think about it."

She tried to sound calm instead of anxious, "You like me?"

"Yeah, of course I do. You never gave me a reason not to. And since my family and I moved in here, we're throwing a party tonight. We tried to invite all the neighbors by putting invitations in their mailboxes. Didn't you get one?"

"I don't know," Elsa honestly replied. Maybe Anna and her didn't read it or threw it away. Maybe Anna had thrown it away on purpose before Elsa could see it.

"I'd really like to see you there. Invite Anna, too." Elsa felt nervous about going to an event while being probably the only young people there. Since her parents died, a lot of public events felt uncomfortable for her. Anna seemed to have much less social anxiety about situations like those, but Elsa was still learning to deal with it.

"Okay, if Anna wants to then we will both go," Elsa agreed, thinking that Anna would never want to see Hans ever again. Elsa was pretty sure her sister would invite her new, burly, blonde boyfriend over anyways. The couple seemed to spend every day with each other. Anna barley ever had a single meal by herself. Being codependent on her new boyfriend helped her cope with her daily stress. Elsa and Hans said their goodbyes, and walked back to their own houses. Olaf hadn't gotten anything out of the walk except a little excersize. Elsa finally had something to talk about with Anna. Normally Elsa was quiet and boring, having no events to talk about. Anna was sitting in the living room, still in her bikini, slouching while watching TV and reading a woman's magazine with an article titled "Don't listen to society's impossible standard of beauty!" and another titled "This new diet will make you lose 10 pounds in only 1 week!" Anna worshiped these magazines, pinching her bony stomach hoping her new diet would help her lose more weight for the summer.

"I met your ex today, Hans. He invited us to a party," Elsa murmured. She didn't truly know Anna very well, so she didn't know if it'd make Anna angry.

"What a loser!" Anna screeched. "I hate him! Tell me everything he said!" Olaf jumped onto Anna's stomach, which Elsa thought was slightly disgusting to have a slightly sweaty dog touch your bare skin.

"He said he knew you're dating Kristoff, but he still wanted us to go to his party because he just moved here."

"Did you tell him Kristoff can bench press like 300 pounds?"

"Can he?"

"I don't know. Probably. He's muscular is the point. Daddy has abs," Anna scoffed.

"Hans looked muscular to me today, too," Elsa shrugged.

"So he misses me and now wants me back? So cute how fuckboys suddenly want you back only when you replatce them," Anna laughed, almost hysterically. "Did he sound like a pathetic, sad idiot talking about losing me?"

"I need to shower," Elsa's discomfort creeped up her shoulder. She didn't know how to talk about things like a normal person anymore. She was too depressed to sound excited about things she didn't care for.

Anna shouted as Elsa left the room, "Good! You'll need to because we're going to his party."

"Wait, Anna, you hate him. Why would you want to go!?" Elsa ran back into the living room, upset that her sister wanted to go. Elsa wouldn't have told Anna had she had known that Anna would want to attend the party.

"He's my ex, and if he wants to see how much better my life is withouth him, then fine. I'm going to call Kristoff to see if he'll come too." Before Elsa could answer, Anna was on her phone calling Kristoff. She kept hanging up and calling him repeatedly until she remembered Kristoff was at work at this hour. "Fuck. Els, ok you really have to come with me or I'll look petty. Kristoff's at work. Please, I can't go alone."

"Then let's just not go. If you want to prove you don't care, then let's not go."

"You've never had a boyfriend! You don't know what it's like. It's normal and natural to go to stuff like this for your ex. I'm just being nice. Now come with me," Anna pleaded. "It's not like I want to date him. I have a hotter boyfirend now. It'd be good closure for me to go, Els." To stop the begging, Elsa agreed.