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Chapter 3: Starfruit

Elsa

Elsa pulled into the large driveway and parked her ice blue Ford Mustang in the garage. She walked inside the silent mansion, her footsteps loud and audible.

The house was the same as it had always been. The expensive furniture looked untouched and nothing looked out of place. Has anyone actually used the living room this year? The floor was spotless and any sort of discrepancy seemed to be extinct in this perfectionist's heaven of a house. The resident maid had an easy job, Elsa's father was practically never home and Elsa was constantly in her room.

It seemed like such a waste to Elsa. The house was beautiful, the epitome of modern architecture. Elsa's mother had designed it to be stylish and functional. The house seemed to be very simplistic at first glance with its sleek lines and minimalist look. But once you took the time to seriously study it, you would notice little details that only the most meticulous would spot.

Elsa was halfway up the spiral staircase when she heard a faint sound coming from her father's study. He's home? She cautiously walked up the stairs and through the halls to her fath- No scratch that, the CEO of Arendelle Blend's study. Much more accurate. Always the CEO first, father second. Maybe it's just the maid dusting up?

Curiosity got the better of her and she knocked on the great big door hesitantly. Even my knocks feel like a question.

A deep, rumbling voice distractedly muttered, "Come in."

Before she could say a word, her father cut in, "Don't touch my papers when cleaning up. Don't ever touch my desk. If I so much as find a single form out of place, you will be fired immediately."

Elsa shrank at his harsh tone and cleared her throat nervously, "F-father, it's me Elsa."

Mr. Kristiansen got up from his chair and set his gaze on Elsa. His intense eyes bore into Elsa, "Elsa, how are you?"

"Good, father. And how are you?"

"Good, good. I trust you are doing well in your studies?"

Elsa nodded in response.

"Remember Elsa, perfection is key, one small mistake will show weakness. I've brought you up well enough that you are able to control your emotions. Conceal your emotions, better yet, don't feel them, don't let it show. Competing companies can't doubt flawlessness. In this world, a single sign of weakness will be the death of you. Any mistake, no matter how small, will not be tolerated. None. You cannot taint the Kristiansen name. Your great grandfather has worked too hard for you to just screw up. Your grandfather has worked too hard for you to make a mistake. I have worked too hard for you to slip up and make a stupid, careless mistake. I won't let you make a mistake. Do I make myself clear?"

Elsa swallowed with great difficulty and nodded.

Her father dissatisfied by her response, asked with more volume, "Am I clear?"

Move you damn lump in my throat. Move, so I can speak. "Y-yes."

Still not pleased he demanded, "Am I CLEAR Elsa?"

"Yes!"

"Don't lie to me. I still remember that filthy ninety eight you got on the exam your first year. Ninety eight. You cannot be two percent failure after all the tutoring and extra care I put in your education. Is this how you repay me? With failure and imperfection? You have not had any slip ups this year, but this was already one too many. Achieve the fullest, any less and you may as well have given me nothing. I trust you have learned your lesson from last year, but you cannot, with no exceptions, make another disgusting ninety eight or ninety nine. You understand Elsa?"

"Yes."

"Very well. You may take your leave now."

As soon as Elsa left the room and closed the door, she let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding in.

They had this conversation countless times. Elsa was expected to get straight As' and nothing short of perfect scores. Elsa was groomed for perfection at an early age, but after her mother died, all praise seemed to die with her. Her father was a perfectionist long before her mother's death. But after her death, there were no more "good job Elsa", no pat on her shoulder or even an approving smile. After Elsa's mother's death, her father no longer looked at Elsa as a daughter, he looked at her as a racehorse, only concerned with success. All he saw was how she could've done better or how she didn't try hard enough.

The platinum blonde let out a sigh as she walked toward her room. She stopped to examine an oil painting of her mother hanging in the hallway. In this portrait, she couldn't have been older than her late twenties. Aside from difference in hair color and eye color, Elsa was the spitting image of her mother. The familiar brunette hair, warm eyes, and lips curved in a smile of genuine warmth brought the painting to life.

Funny how she seems to be more alive than Father even though she's dead.

Mrs. Kristiansen brought life to the business-centered family. She was Elsa's pillar of support and love. Elsa's mother always made time for bedtime stories, hugs, and simple ' I love yous'. To say her death was sudden would be an understatement. Elsa had seen her mother three hours before her death and it killed Elsa with guilt just thinking about how she could've saved her mother. Elsa put herself into isolation after the shock of her death. She refused to eat more than a meal a day and never came out of her room for three months. What she needed after her isolation was love and support from her father. Unfortunately her father was also in isolation, not in the literal hermit sense, more like detaching himself and distancing himself from his daughter and, oh god forbid, feelings. All he said for "comfort" was, "Honor your mother and focus on your studies. You had more opportunity than she ever did. Don't waste it." The only times he spoke to her were about her academics. Not only had Elsa lost her mother, she lost her father as well.

Elsa made her way to her bedroom. She opened her door and went inside. Her room had barely changed over the years. The color of blue was dominant in her room with white as a secondary color. The ice blue paint on the walls sparked a flashback within Elsa.

A seven year old Elsa in a blue dress and hair in the braid that she would keep for years to come stared at the large paint selection, and then back at her mother.

"Why are there so many?" Little Elsa had asked.

"Because there are many people, and many people means many different preferences for color." Mrs. Kristiansen had replied.

"Oh."

"Now, today you can pick the color you want your room to be!"

"Any color?"

"Any color for my little baby."

"Mommy!" Elsa shouted upset, at the notation that she was still just a child

"But you are my little baby! And my little baby will pick a color or mommy will be late to her appointment."

Elsa frowned as she looked at the overwhelming assortment of color. Definitely blue. But what sort of blue? Her eyes carefully scanned through all the shades of blue until she found the perfect blue. She looked at the label. "Ice blue." Elsa had made up her mind and she showed her mother.

"Ice blue? It will look lovely! My little baby has impeccable taste," Elsa's mother had praised.

Soon after, Elsa's room was painted in ice blue.

Elsa stared at the blue paint on her walls as she lived through the memory. Her eyes glistened from unshed tears. Conceal, don't feel. The words didn't work and the dam burst. Elsa slid down and rested her back on the door as a silent stream of tears flowed from her eyes. How weak are you to cry over paint? Weak, all you are is a weak piece of shit. No wonder your father hates you. But not even shame could make Elsa rein in her tears from the loss of her mother. Conceal, don't feel. CONCEAL, DON'T FEEL. CONCEAL, DON'T FEEL! Elsa's mantra did nothing to stop her silent sob. "Conceal, don't feel," Elsa whispered helplessly, knowing it was of no use.

Anna

Anna found herself in a very familiar position. She had her head buried in her sweater. Again.

"C'mon Anna, get your head out to look at your precious Elsa." Rapunzel begged.

"I don't want to see any close up shots of her nostrils again," Anna mumbled, "-freaking Kristoff."

"That's just Kristoff's A+ photography. The rest of us took better shots."

"No nostrils?"

"No nostrils."

Anna sighed. They've all been so supportive, don't leave them hanging Anna! The strawberry emerged and found seven phone screens forced into her eyesight.

"Just look at those hips!"

"Dose biceps doe."

"I want to touch her hair so badly."

"What's her bra size?"

Rolling her eyes at Mulan's inappropriate question, she studied a photo of Elsa's face. The strawberry blonde picked up her cup of ice water in an effort to drink because it was oh so hot today. The cup never made it to her lips though. Look at those eyebrows. Those are really sexy eyebrows. Elsa's eyebrows must be the best eyebrows on earth. Wait, When did I find eyebrows sexy? I seriously question my life. But those are really-. Anna's shirt felt wet. She glanced at the ice water cup like it had committed murder. "Shit."

"What happened? Oh." Kristoff laughed while Anna gave her death glare.

"You're going to the Blend today, right?"

Anna nodded excitedly. "Yup! I can't wait!"

"Elsa! Elsa!" Anna yelled. As soon as she went through the doors.

Elsa, appearing to take orders from a customer, froze in her tracks with a deer in the headlights expression on her face.

"A-Anna?" Elsa stuttered.

"You said we could talk today, right?"

"Um, yeah, yeah, right. Just wait until I could get off my shift."

"Will that take long?"

"N-no! Not at all! Really soon, I promise."

"Mmmkay. I'll stay here then in the meantime." Anna pointed at a table in the back.

Anna took out her homework and started to work on the math portion first, the one that caused her the most difficulty.

She had yet to finish her fifth problem before Elsa sat down at her table. The goddess is sitting in the same table as I am. I repeat, THE GODDESS IS SITTING IN THE SAME TABLE AS I AM.

"Hey."

"Hi."

Elsa scooted a yellow beverage across the table to Anna. "Tell me what you think of this one, it's an experiment."

"What is it?" Anna asked hesitantly.

"Starfruit. It's not very sweet."

"Oh, okay. Thanks by the way." Anna took a sip. It was light and tangy and was not as sweet as the ones before.

"Well, it's not sweet but it's good. Not that being sweet makes it a good thing...or a bad thing. It's just that I usually eat sweet things so it was a little unusual. Not that unusual is bad, it's not! This is actually a very refreshing change, but not enough for me to give up my sweet stuff. Not that it isn't enough, I just mean that I usually favor sweet things versus-" Anna stopped her rambling when she heard a gentle voice cut in.

"It's fine, I get what you mean." Elsa laughed.

A silence followed. Anna slurped up her smoothie as a way to have something to do.

"So..." Where am I going with this? "Elsa..." What else are you going to say Anna? What's after Elsa? Wait... What is after Elsa? "Say, what's your last name?"

Elsa

She didn't know how to answer Anna. Should she be honest and risk being recognized and in result, treated differently? Or, lie and hope that it doesn't come up again? Elsa chewed on the inside of her cheek while mulling over the consequences. If I want this to go anywhere, then I shouldn't start it off with lies. But, what if she tries to use my wealth, what if she becomes fake trying to continue this?

"Elsa? Is something wrong?" Anna asked with worried eyes. Elsa looked at those big, teal eyes and saw nothing but genuine concern.

"Kristiansen, my last name is Kristiansen."

"Kristiansen, Kristiansen..." Anna muttered. Does she recognize the name?

"It sounds as beautiful as your first name." Elsa widened her eyes. Beautiful? Her cheeks had a light blush.

"Yeah, beautiful! That's what I said!" Oh god, did I say that out loud?

"Thank you, although it's just a name." she said a bit shyly at the comment

Anna looked like she was about to protest but didn't. Anna opened her mouth again and spoke. "So you go to Arendelle University?"

"Yeah, how did you know?"

Anna blushed and cursed quietly about "Rapunzel's sources".

"I'm in my second year as a business major."

"Business? Doesn't business involve math? I would never be able to survive! That's why I plan to be either in art or theater."

"Art? What kind?"

"Painting mostly, but photography's cool too."

"Theater too? You act?"

"Yeah, but I'm more into musicals, you know, Broadway!"

"So you sing too?"

"I never took lessons but I do."

"I need to hear you sometime."

"So what about you?"

"What do you mean? I'm in business."

"I know that, but what do you like to do?" Anna pressed.

Elsa needed a moment to think. What did she do, besides school work and preparing to inherit the company? "Ice skating and reading I guess. Drawing too, if you count mindless sketches."

"Sketches? Elsa, I need to see your sketchbook some day!"

"There really isn't anything remarkable, it's just sketches that I make when I'm bored."

"Bullshit. They're probably amazing!"

Elsa couldn't help but smile at Anna's excitement.

"Really Anna, they're nothing. But the place we're going to next Saturday, Oaken's Chocolate Palace, is amazing."

"Oaken's Chocolate Palace? The fancy place downtown?" she asked incredulously.

Elsa nodded and Anna squealed. "I've always wanted to go there! I heard they have the best chocolate!"

"They do. Oh, and by the way, it's strictly formal attire." she quickly informed.

"But what if I spill fondue on my best dress?! Oh my Arc! With my clumsiness, my dress will look brown by the end of the night." She thought sadly of her gorgeous green dress.

Elsa patted Anna's hand reassuredly. "I'm sure it'll be a smooth date, trust me."

At least, I hope so.