Revised on 7/14/15

A/N

I would like to apologize for the ridiculous amount of time it took me to update; I'm working on another story in addition to this one so my attention has been divided. If you are interested in my new story, it's a Disney version of the Hunger Games called A Tribute To Disney and I just posted the first chapter so maybe go check it out, read and review it! The updates will be a little more spread out now that I'm working with two stories but they'll still come. I'd also like to state that this is a shorter chapter but I couldn't add much else in without taking away from what's going to go down next chapter so…sorry….please don't hate me.

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Elsa's POV

Only when I was absolutely positive that Anna and her parents were in their respective bedrooms did I move from my hiding place. My back was a little stiff and my hand had fallen asleep. I pulled myself over the back of the couch while shaking my hand to get the blood flowing again, groaning quietly as pinpricks spread through the offending appendage.

I sat myself lightly on the couch in the dark living room (Anna had flicked the switch off when she and her mother went upstairs) thinking about the conversation I had overhead. I wasn't planning on eavesdropping, I really wasn't.

I had come downstairs with the intentions of finding my way around the foreign rooms (Anna and I usually stuck to her upstairs room whenever I came over) to get a glass for some water. I had completely freaked out, not knowing if I was even supposed to be in there and practically dove behind the couch milliseconds before they had walked in.

I had honestly thought my heart stopped beating when Anna hit her head against the cabinet next to me and behind her. I hand to put a hand to my mouth because I was worried they would hear me breathing. (Shit, jumping back here had been a bad idea. But it wasn't like I could leave now. Pop out from behind the couch like, "Hey Anna, Anna's parents. I totally wasn't eavesdropping and I'm just gonna go now. Catch you later!". Yeah, no.) And when I heard her mother turn the conversation from pajamas and foul language to me, despite knowing I shouldn't have even been there in the first place, I couldn't help but listen adamantly to their every word (albeit they were somewhat muffled by the couch).

The first thing Anna did was tell them that my father kicked me out of the house, and I honest to God, thought she would keep going. Rambling about everything that had happened; I thought she would tell them everything. But she didn't. She kept her promise, she didn't tell them why.

Wow, your first instinct was to think she'd betray you (overdramatic much?) and tell her parents despite promising not to. You got a lot of faith in your girl, don't you, Elsa?

I had to stifle many giggles as Anna continued using foul language despite her parents' warnings and I was positive that I was as red as a tomato when she called me amazing. If anything, she's the amazing one, definitely not me. A few squeaks of laughter escaped my hands when Anna went on her short multi-language rant, but her voice had risen quite loudly at that point, and I was fairly certain that no one had heard. I recognized each of the languages as Spanish, French, and German because, thanks to school, I was fluent in both of the former, and had basic knowledge of the latter. She had said the same thing in each language, 'I can use the language that I want', and for whatever reason I found it absolutely hilarious despite her father's obvious anger and blatant confusion.

They briefly touched on the topic of my mother but it went just as quickly as it had come. I was touched that Anna stayed true to her promise to me throughout the entire conversation and had even threatened to leave her parents house if they told me to go. Why would she do that for me? I'm not worth her leaving her house and her parents behind.

I sighed and stood up, making my way up the stairs as quietly as I could. I crawled under the blankets on the bed in the guest room and let my mind wander to Anna.

She's so sweet and kind, how could I think for even a moment that I deserve her or her parent's hospitality? She's not only trustworthy, but she's loyal and understanding and caring. She's too good for me. Then again most things are too good for me, but Anna's up at the top of the list for sure.

These thoughts and ones similar plagued my mind as I drifted into an uneasy sleep full of more nightmares about my father and Anna.

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Morning came sooner than expected as light from the dawn gushed through the window. I popped an eye open to be almost blinded by a beam of light lying directly across my eye. Groaning, I rolled over and pulled the covers up over my head, hoping for a few more hours of sleep. I lazily sat up just a moment later knowing that once I was awake, there was no going back to sleep no matter how hard I tried. I stretched with my arms out before ungracefully rolling out of the bed and onto the floor.

Pulling myself up off of the floor, I wandered into the bathroom while bumping into several things along the way. I brushed my teeth, combed, and braided my hair before trudging back out towards the closet to grab a pair of clothes.

I threw on my usual attire: skinny jeans, t-shirt with some company or another's logo on it, and black hoodie. To top it all off I pulled on my beanie and made my way downstairs. The clock on the wall told me that it was only half past six which would explain why no one else seemed to be up and about yet. Oh, yeah. Most people aren't up at six in the morning on a Saturday, huh? Come on, Elsa, what the hell were you expecting?

My stomach growled and I glanced between the pantry and the fridge for a moment, palming my abdomen. No. No, I'm not hungry. I turned and pulled the beat up flip phone from my pocket. No new messages…big surprise there. It's not like anyone ever texts me.

I sat at the kitchen table and pondered what to do until Anna woke up.

I should do something for her parents… Something to pay them back for letting me stay with them…I don't really have any money right now and I don't have a job…Maybe I could sell something and then like pay her parents some sort of rent. What do I have that I can sell? Oh! I have those gold earrings Uncle Owen gave me for my ninth birthday that I kept in my hidden jewelry box. I think those are real gold…I might have some other jewelry in that box too. I'll sell that stuff to some jewelry store and then give Anna's parents the money. Perfect!

My thoughts were only slightly sarcastic.

There was one problem with my plan I soon realized. If I wanted to sell my stuff then I'd have to get it from under my bed. And if I was going to get under my bed then I'd have to go back to my father's apartment.

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Anna's POV

I awoke to the sound to the noisy chirping of birds, groaning and swatting lazily at the air as if that would make them vanish. Stupid things. Don't they know that it's Saturday morning and I'm trying to sleep?

I yawned and slumped back onto the pillow. I lay there for a few moments before grumbling about the stupid birds and kicking the covers off of me. I slowly slid out of my oh so comfortable bed and made my way to the closet. A few minutes later I entered the bathroom, now wearing clothes instead of pajamas.

My phone buzzed as I made my way downstairs, alerting me of an incoming call. I removed it from my jeans pocket and slid my thumb across the screen, accepting the call. Placing the phone to my ear, I answered.

"Hello?" My voice was slightly strained, still heavy with sleep.

"Hey, Anna, it's Kristoff," A hearty voice rung through my ear.

"Oh, yeah," I yawned, "What's up, Kristoff?"

"My girlfriend is out of town for the weekend and I'm bored out of my mind. I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out today? Please? I'm soooo bored."

"I might be able to. Let me see if Elsa had anything she wanted to do today."

I removed the phone from my ear trudged through my door, across the hall to Elsa's room. I knocked on the door before pushing it open quietly, only to find the bed made and no sign of the blonde.

I stumbled to the stairs and entered the kitchen looking for my girlfriend, taking a moment to notice the post-it note on the counter.

'Hey, Anna, I went out for a bit. I should be back around noon.-Elsa'

I absentmindedly traced the loopy text, making a face at the note and putting the phone back up to my ear.

"I'm back, Kristoff. Elsa must have had something to do because she's not here right now. Do you still want to hang out?"

"Yeah, I want to go see that new movie that's out. Would you care to join me?"

"Of course, Kristoff, you're my best friend. I'd love to go see a movie with you. Although you know if you were bored you could just go by yourself."

"But then I wouldn't have anybody to make fun of the movie with!" He chuckled.

"I'll meet you at your place in about half an hour and then we can go." I tell him.

"Sounds like a plan."