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Chapter One
The 85th annual Academy Awards was nothing short of spectacular. Anna was absolutely entranced by the vast display of talent all around her and to think she even brushed shoulders with them! She was incredibly happy and giddy at the fact that Idina Menzel, of all people, had come up to talk to her and said she had recognized her during her time as an extra. Currently, Anna sat in her seat at the Dolby Theatre, gushing to a laughing Hans about her excitement and near fainting experience. Everything was fantastic and dreamlike to the young girl. Her dreams from childhood were slowly becoming a reality and she can hardly believe it.
She had already seen Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt walk by, their seat a couple of rows in front of them. Meryl Streep had said her hellos as she walked by, recognizing Hans and becoming acquainted with Anna. The poor girl was on cloud nine, her face nearly as red as her hair as Emma Watson said her hello to Hans and complimented Anna on her dress. She had chosen a simple but elegant green Valentino Silk-Satin Maxi Dress complimented with a Christian Dior Vintage Necklace. Her friend, the director, spared no expenses on the young redhead causing the poor girl to burst into the tears and hug the laughing man for nearly ten minutes.
Everything was fine and dandy until Anna noticed who sat diagonally in front of her. Elsa Bernhardt had sat down during Anna's exchange with Emma Watson, unknown to all three parties. Now that she was so close, Anna could make out the fine details of the beautiful woman's face. Long lashes hid glacial blue eyes and her gorgeous pale skin hid the light dusting of freckles that were scattered across the bridge of her nose and her full and pouty lips were brought out even more with the red lipstick she wore. Her neck was adorned with a Gucci Flora Necklace with a black finish and in her hand was a simple black and magnet Fendi clutch. Her blonde hair was down and flowed in waves all the way to the middle of her back and her bangs framed her face beautifully. Anna couldn't help but stare at the Scandinavian beauty who hasn't said a word since she sat down. Actually, now that she's thought of it, she had never heard Elsa talk before.
"You're staring." Hans had whispered into Anna's ear, causing the girl to jump and squeal. This has successfully drawn the attention of those around her and caused Hans to laugh manically once more. Anna was steaming red when she heard a beautiful bell like voice come from in front of her. "Are you alright?" Looking up, Anna's aquamarine eyes connected with glacial blue and she found herself entranced. Elsa. Elsa Bernhardt was looking at her. Elsa Bernhardt was talking to her. Elsa Bernhardt asked her a question. She had ask- "Wait what?" Was all Anna's brain could fire out as she blanked out the moment their eyes met.
Anna was brought out of her revere when she heard a light chuckle from the blonde woman and blushed even more. Elsa had covered her mouth with her hand as she chuckled, a light blush on her face as she smiled at Anna. "I asked if you were alright." Anna blinked and her eyes widened before nodding vigorously. "Yes! I'm alright! Thank you… Uhhhh. My name is Anna. Anna Young." She extended her hand and offered a shy smile. When a pale hand slid into hers and shook her hand, her brain short circuited again. Soft and lightly cool was how she could describe the hand that held hers. How would they feel all over he bo- What. She was dragged out of her thought when Elsa's voice rung through again. "I'm Elsa Bernhardt. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Young." Anna gave a start and waved her free hand. "No no! Please… just call me Anna! I'm just… you know.. Anna. Just Anna." There was a pause before Elsa's whole expression changed from calm and elegant to shy. She smiled gently and brushed an errant strand of hair away from her face, glancing away. "Just Anna?"
Anna's eyes widened and her cheeks began to turn pink. Was Elsa flirting with her? She was about to reply when the music started playing, signaling the start of the ceremony. "I'll talk to you after, Anna." The way Elsa said her name was shy but definitely flirtatious. This was, no doubt, the best night of her life.