Revised on 7/6/15
A/N
Okay, here's chapter two. I hope you guys like it. I've got a basic storyline that I don't want to stray too far from, but I'd love to hear any and all ideas you guys have.
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Anna's POV
I was awakened by the loud dinging of my cell phone. I blindly reached an arm out to grab it and knocked over the lamp on my bedside table. Typical.
"Crap," I groaned as I sat up and angrily grabbed my phone. I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was my best friend Kristoff calling. I jabbed the 'answer' button and placed the phone to my ear.
"What, Kristoff?" I asked exasperated.
"Whoa, calm down feisty pants. Are you ready to go?"
"Ready to go where? Where would we possibly be going this early in the morning on a Sunday?" I asked as I flopped back down onto my pillows.
"Uh, Anna? Today's Monday. We have school in twenty minutes."
"Mmm," I groaned, closing my eyes. Wait."Wait, what?" I asked, confused as I popped an eye open and looked at the calendar on the wall next to my bed. "Oh, shit!" I yelled as I sprung out of bed. In the process, my foot got wrapped around my blankets and I tripped over the edge of the bed, landing on the floor with a very audible, "oomph". I could hear Kristoff roaring with laughter on the other end of the phone.
"Shut up, Kristoff," I muttered into the phone before hanging up on him.
I picked myself up off of the floor and kicked my pajamas off. I threw on a shirt and pants before rushing to the bathroom. As usual, my red hair was all over the place. I brushed my teeth and proceeded to tame the mane of hair with a comb.
Ten minutes later I burst out of the front door of my house with a backpack in my arms and a piece of toast in my mouth. Kristoff was waiting in his truck in my driveway.
"Took you long enough," He laughed. "Oh and by the way, most people would consider hanging up on someone to be extremely rude."
"Shut up and drive." I groaned and took a small makeup bag out of my backpack, applying it while looking in the truck's small mirror.
Kristoff rolled his eyes in response and reversed out of the driveway.
We arrived at school three minutes before the bell. Ugh, I still need to go to my locker. I better hurry; if I'm late again Mr. Harrison is going to kill me.
I practically sprinted through the halls to my locker, drawing strange looks from other students as I went. I got to my locker and put the combination in. Tugged up on the handle and-nothing happened. Oh, no. stupid locker! Open! I tried several more times, quickly losing what little patience I had. On the fourth time I tried, the locker finally swung open. Oh thank goodness!
I retrieved my notebooks in record speed and booked it to my first period Trig class. The bell rang just as I approached the door to the classroom. God dammit! I'm late again. I sighed and pulled the door open. I tried to make it to my seat without being noticed but the creaking of the door alerted Mr. Harrison of my presence.
"Miss Andersen," His stern voice rang out from behind me, "You're late again."
I turned around looking sheepish. "Sorry Mr. Harrison. I woke up late and my locker wouldn't open and-"
"Excuses will get you nowhere in my class Miss Andersen. Please take your seat. If you are late again, I will be calling your parents."
Several of my classmates snickered and it was all I could do to not turn around and tell them to stuff it.
"Yes, sir," I grumbled moodily as I walked back to my desk with my head down. I was almost positive that my face was just as red, if not more red than my hair.
"Okay class. Today we'll be discussing-"Mr. Harrison was cut off by the door opening once more.
Standing in the doorway was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. And I know that sounds really cliché but it's true so shut up.
She wore almost all black, except for her jeans. Her platinum blonde hair was done in an intricate braid that was carelessly thrown over her shoulder and a plain black beanie was placed on the top of her head. I was captivated by her deep, icy blue eyes. Her facial features were twisted into a small scowl and her eyes were darting around to take in the room.
Wow. Is she some sort of angel? I swear she's an angel.
"Is this Mr. Harrison's Trigonometry class?" She asked, voice rasping in all the right ways.
Oh my god, that voice though. Even her voice sounds so angelic.
"Yes. I'm Mr. Harrison and you are?"
"New kid. Elsa Winters."
Elsa. That's a beautiful name... That's it, I'm sold. She's definitely an angel. Ooh, or maybe a goddess…?
"Miss Winters, you should know that students in this school are not permitted to wear hats. I'm going to have to ask you to remove yours."
Elsa's scowl deepened and she crossed her arms in front of her. "I don't see any signs that say I can't wear it."
Mr. Harrison's eyebrows twitched upward in a sign of telltale shock. In fact, everyone in the room was shocked.
Who does this angel-goddess think she is? The Rosa Parks of student dress code violations?
"Actually," Mr. Harrison's voice filled the silent room, "If you would care to take a look at the student dress code on page eleven of your student planner, I think you'll find your 'sign'. If you do not remove your hat, I'm going to have to escort to the principal's office."
Elsa narrowed her eyes slightly at Mr. Harrison. She stood still for a moment, seeming to calculate the weight of Mr. Harrison's threat before she finally lifted a hand and swiped the beanie from her head.
"Now then Miss Winters, please take a seat. It looks like the only open one is next to Miss Andersen. Anna, please raise your hand."
Hearing my name snapped me out of my new-girl/angel/goddess/Rosa Parks related stupor. I looked past Mr. Harrison at Elsa and raised my hand. Elsa's eyes caught mine. Her demeanor didn't shift in the slightest as she made her way over to the empty desk next to me. Oh, god. don't be stupid Anna.
She slid gracefully into the seat while dropping her bag off of her shoulders. She took out an old looking notebook and pencil before slumping into the seat with one leg propped up against the other. She twiddled the pencil in her hands, looking as though she would rather be anywhere else.
Mr. Harrison had just finished discussing what we were going to do for the day and was now passing out worksheets. I was too busy staring, no gawking, at Elsa that I didn't hear what we were supposed to be doing. I honestly really don't care though.
"Hey. Yo, princess," Elsa was snapping in front of my face to get my attention.
"Huh? Sorry, I wasn't paying attention. Do you need some-"
"Harrison just said that we need to work in pairs on this sheet and everyone else has a partner so I'm stuck with you. Were you even listening?" I opened my mouth to speak but she cut me off. "You know what, I don't care. Let's just get this done."
I stared at her for a moment as she began on the worksheet before opening my mouth to address her. "Hey, uh, it's Elsa right? I was thinking-"
"No," Elsa cut across me again without looking up from her worksheet, "don't talk to me."
I was shocked at how cold she was being. I decided that she was just nervous about being new here and shrugged it off. After several minutes of staring blankly at my own worksheet, I looked over again and saw Elsa's pencil flying over her paper, easily working the problems. I turned back to my paper and looked over the first problem furrowing my brow and grumbling to myself. This makes no sense at all. Why is trig even a thing?
"You done yet, princess?" Elsa called out. "Here, you can look at mine." I looked at her paper and saw that, indeed, all of the problems were worked out and completed. By the look of it, they were correct too.
The clock showed that we still had twenty minutes of class left, and Elsa and I were finished. She was drawing in a battered looking sketchbook and I didn't know what to do. I figured I would try and talk to her to learn more about her and make her feel more welcome.
"Whatcha drawing?" I asked her.
"A dragon," She deadpanned, not looking up.
"Cool. So-uh, you like math?"
"Hey, remember that time I told you not to talk to me?"
I ignored her response, determined to get her to actually talk to me. "Where'd you move from?"
"None of your business."
"Okay. Why did you move?"
No response.
"Where do you live?"I tried again.
"What do you not get about the phrase 'none of your business'?" She snapped at me.
"I'm sorry. I was just trying to make small talk. I thought maybe we could be friends."
Elsa stopped drawing and turned her body so she was facing me. The features of her face were twisted into an unpleasant smirk. "Friends," She scoffed. "I don't have friends. I don't need friends. And I don't want friends." The smirk was gone and had been replaced by a sneer. "I don't need help. But if you really think you want to help me so, so bad, princess, you can start by leaving me the hell alone."
The bell rang and Elsa stood up and stalked out of the room almost immediately. I sat there staring after her. How could anyone be so cold, so isolated? Someone as beautiful as her deserves the world and more. That settles it. I'm going to crack her shell and break down her icy walls if it's the last thing I do.
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Six hours later…
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The bell that signaled the end of the day rang and I shuffled with the crowd of kids to my locker. I opened my locker, magically on the first try this time around, and my phone buzzed. I took it out of my pocket to see a text from my mom.
'Hey honey. Can you pick up some chips at the gas station on your way home? We're all out'
'Sure thing. Wouldn't want you to go into withdrawal' I replied. Mom's favorite snack was a bag chips. The brand, type, and flavor didn't matter. If they were chips, she loved them.
My phone vibrated with a response.
'Thanks x'
I slammed my locker shut, stowing my phone in my pocket once more and walking out the main entrance. I didn't have a car yet, even though I was a senior, so Kristoff would usually give me a ride in the morning and I walked home in the afternoon when he went to some sport's or another's practice. True to what I told my mom, I made a detour to the closest gas station for her precious snacks.
I walked in and made my way to the back of the store where I saw a plethora of the bagged treats. I grabbed a bag randomly and made my way up one of the thin aisles.
There was a person in front of me taking their time looking at all of the candy bars; I didn't have enough room to get around behind them so I waited for them to move, albeit somewhat impatiently. Just as I was about to turn and go down another aisle, the person reached out, grabbed two plain Hershey bars, and put them in the back pocket of their jeans before pulling a rather baggy sweatshirt down over it.
They looked side to side, up the aisle, and then finally backwards, apparently making sure no one had seen. When they glanced behind I saw that it was none other than Elsa.
When she saw me, she raised her eyebrows before leveling her face off into a smirk as she winked at me. She turned and strode out the sliding doors casually.
I stood in place, staring after her. I could hear her in my head saying, 'it's none of your business, princess'. Sighing, I shook my head and walked up to the counter to pay for the chips.
I walked out of the store after paying, the bagged chips in hand. I walked back toward the route I usually take home. I had just passed the side of the gas station when a hand grabbed my upper arm and pulled me around the corner of the building. I started screaming.
"Would you shut up?" A feminine voice drawled as a hand was cupped over my mouth. I looked to see Elsa standing in front of me, hand muting my mouth.
Wow, her skin is really soft... No, stop it Anna. Not right now. Her hands are cold. But they smell like apples...Wow, way to be a creep, Anna. But then again, she's the one with her hand over your mouth.
I swatted her hand away, "Jesus, Elsa! I barley know you, why would you scare me like that?"
"I didn't know you would react like that, okay? I'm sorry," She looked sincere so I nodded in acceptance of the apology.
"What do you want?"
"I wanted to say thanks for not ratting me out back there. I really appreciate it," She said looking sheepish. She handed me one of the chocolate bars from her back pocket. "I really love chocolate you see, but I don't get it very often," Elsa explained.
"I love chocolate too!" I said and she gave me a small smile.
"So uh- Anna right?" I nodded at her. "I was just wondering if you uh- maybe still wanted to be friends?" She asked shyly, looking hopeful.
"I thought you didn't want friends. I thought you were little Miss Independent and didn't need any friends." I stated coldly.
Wait- What the hell are you doing Anna? This gorgeous, angel/goddess/Rosa Parks of a girl is asking if she can be your friend and you're being a bitch. What's wrong with you?
Elsa's face fell at my words and she looked at her ripped and muddy sneakers. "I know I was rude, I'm sorry. I just wanted everyone to leave me alone and I figured if I acted like that then people would. I'll go now, see you in class."
I couldn't believe what I was seeing and hearing. The cold, indifferent punk from Trig class earlier had been a rouse that just melted away into an insecure loner in front of my eyes.
I reached out as she made to leave and grabbed her by the wrist. She turned, apparently startled by the contact.
She yanked her arm back, clutching it to her chest and looking wide eyed at my hand, which was still raised and dangling in the air.
"I…sorry. I'm just not used to people touching me," Elsa stammered, looking at the ground and subconsciously rubbing her wrist through her baggy sweatshirt.
"No, it's okay, I'm sorry. But I'd love to be your friend." I breathed out. Just her friend? My conscience asked me. Shut up you.
She smiled the biggest smile I had seen on her so far, "Great."