Okay, so the big question will be answered here...why is Hans's family inside their house(answering Guest's question)? Hope you enjoy!

Elsa was sitting in her room, eating nine-month-old Halloween candy, when her door burst open. Anna and her mother and her father spilled into the room.

"I can't BELIEVE those people!" cried her father, his face red. Elsa quickly hid the wrappers under her covers and wiped her mouth vigorously.

"What? What happened?" she asked through a mouthful of Snickers.

"They-they're broke, apparently. And they said, and I quote, 'Since your house is so big, Mister—excuse me, Monsieur—Guillaume, we decided to move in! I mean, six extra people in your house will be no biggie! You oughta be glad, monsieur, that we didn't come down here back when old Hansy was born. We had twelve kiddies at home, then!' They have the mother, the father, and four brothers with them. And one is thirty-three! I don't know how or why, but the brothers are all two years apart. Mister thirty-three is number five, which means," began her father, his face still red.

"The oldest one is forty-one," finished Elsa. "Oh, wow. Dad, are you seriously gonna let them stay here? They'll ruin everything, because, well, uhm, yeah!" Elsa stumbled over her words, trying not to come across as sexist. Anna gave Elsa a look that clearly said "back off" and flipped her shining red hair and flashed her trademark smile at her father.

"Oh, c'mon, Dad. What if we were bankrupt, and we...um...moved into someone else's house, and then got kicked out? How would you feel then?" asked Anna in a sugar-spun voice that Elsa swore had to come from a factory. At least her father looked unfazed.

"I would sympathize, and I wouldn't even move into someone else's house in the first place!" cried her father, his face now the shade of a red delicious apple. Anna pouted.

"Please, Daddy! I promise that I won't do any...strange stuff with Hans," she said, almost hurriedly. As if she wanted him to forget it. Their father sighed, his face losing a bit of its red color. It was still a tad pink, though.

"All right, Anna. But the longest they can stay is three months," he said, remembering the amount of time it took to get him out of bankruptcy when his company went broke. Elsa's eyes widened.

"Three months?!" she cried, her face quickly absorbing whatever red was left in her father's face. Anna scowled.

"Did you not hear him, Elsa? He said that already," said Anna, shooting an angry glare in Elsa's direction. Elsa shot an icy stare back.

"I did hear him, Anna, but I won't stand for it," said Elsa, quickly taking the position of older sister and sitting straight up. Suddenly her mother spoke. Elsa started, for she had forgotten that her mother was even there.

"I think it would be interesting for Anna to see what it's like to live with the guy you love," she said, with a sparkle in her eye. Their father smiled.

"Oh, all right, I'll extend it to three months and two weeks," said her father, obviously in love with her mother all over again. Elsa let out an exasperated groan and buried herself in her bed.

"Get outta my room, you jerks," she growled from underneath the covers. She sighed with relief as heavy footsteps exited the room and shut the door. Pulling off her covers, she got out her laptop and checked her email. There was one labeled "The time to vote is soon, so vote for this guy(you never knew he was running)" and three or four labeled "Check out our awesome new summer inventory" and fifteen labeled "This is Kiki". Elsa smiled and opened up those emails. The first one(least recent) went as follows:

This is Kiki.

I know you're in Norway and all, and your parents had a no tech (except for cameras) rule, but ELSA! SERIOUSLY! Skype me about your trip after reading the series of emails I sent you.

The other ones were pretty much the same thing, about how her vacation was and just small talk. So Elsa decided to Skype her friend.

When Kiki Harrison met Elsa K. A. Guillaume, the two became specially connected. They became inseparable. They were glued. That is, before Kiki got a boyfriend. Elsa was fine with that and all, but she had had to find someone else to pass the time that Kiki was spending with her boyfriend. And that time was spent with Olaf and his gang. There were only so many corny jokes a person could take…

Suddenly, Kiki's suntanned face filled the screen. Her hazel eyes and brownish-orange hair were her defining characteristics, other than her remarkable sense of humor and artistic talent. She looked sleepy and her hair was frizzy and bedraggled, but there was some stupid smile on her face and she seemed to be in a stupor.

"Kiki!" Elsa called. "Hello?" Kiki seemed to wake up at that, and then vigorously apologized.

"Oh, Elsa! Sorry, sorry, sorry. Ger's over, and we were...uh…" Kiki seemed at a loss for words and she looked embarrassed.

"Making out?" Elsa suggested with a strange feeling of jealousy creeping over her. Kiki's face turned almost as red as Elsa's father's face had been a few minutes ago.

"Uh, yeah," mumbled Kiki, averting her eyes. Elsa smiled, though the uncomfortable feeling of envy was making her want to squirm.

"It's alright, Kiki. I don't really care. How's life? Or do you want me to come back to you later?" asked Elsa, her expression neutral.

"Um, yeah, Elsa, I think that would be best. Sorry about that! Seriously! You're my BFF and I wouldn't ever leave you for a boy. Love you! Bye," said Kiki, apology in her eyes. Elsa nodded.

"See you later," said Elsa, and closed her computer. She went back to her candy stash and stuffed her face until she felt like she was going to throw up. Tears rolled down her cheeks and her tight bun came loose as she fell—thud!—onto her bed. Strangely, she felt the room grow colder and her arms become numb. Suddenly, she spotted ice creeping up her blanket and shouted with fright, instantly jumping off the bed. The ice quickly dissipated and Elsa sighed. What is wrong with me? I must be so down I'm seeing things, she thought, and lay back on the bed. Soon, she fell into a deep sleep…

...until someone barged in. Elsa woke with a start.

"Who is it?!" she yelled with as much ferocity as she could muster. A shock of red hair appeared in front of her.

"A-Anna?" mumbled Elsa, rubbing her eyes. When she was able to see properly, she gasped.

"What are you doing in my room?! Get out!" Elsa kicked at Hans as he laughed uncontrollably.

"Sorry, I didn't know that this was your room. I was actually looking for the bathroom," he said apologetically while holding back a snicker. Elsa scowled.

"Down the hall, the dark purple door. Hard to miss," she muttered, and switched off her light. As Hans left the room in a fit of giggles, Elsa sighed.

"Why is my life such a doozy?" she asked herself. Pulling the covers up over her head, she wept and caught her tears in her hands. They turned into little pieces of ice, almost crystal. At this point, Elsa was too tired to care. She lay beneath the covers with her tearstained cheeks and caught some much-needed sleep.

I know it's a bit rushed, I just wanted to get that part over with. And if this scenario is not possible, screw me, but I ain't changing it. I'm going to take this story slower from here on out, so don't worry!

~achstar