"Anna?"

I snapped away from my thoughts at the sound of my name and turned my head, finding Kristoff staring at me, a look of confusion mixed with concern gracing his features. I'd nearly forgotten that I was with him for a few minutes due to the fact that I couldn't stop worrying about the strange feelings I got around Elsa last night. Here I was, sitting on Kristoff's couch with him, wrapped in his arms and staring right back at him but yet, I didn't know what I felt. I had asked him to hangout after school this morning, thinking that maybe if I were alone with him my feelings would sort themselves out - as if it would ever be that simple - and they seemed to only be getting mixed up more.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" I asked, a little sheepishly to say the least. I had a problem with getting lost in my own mind, often when others were talking, and I always ended up asking people to repeat themselves. How Kristoff could put up with it, I'll never know; I can't even count how many times I'd done that to him. He smiled down at me, a soft chuckle slipping through his lips which were soon pressed to my forehead in a gentle kiss. He usually did that to calm me down, and it usually worked, although right now I can't say that it did. I frowned, leaning forward and burying my face in his chest so that he wouldn't see. I couldn't let him know that something was wrong, because I didn't even know exactly what was wrong; I was scared and confused. But, that was my own problem.

Strong but gentle hands stroked through my hair (which I had taken out of my braids today) and I immediately began to relax. No matter who it was, playing my with my hair calmed me down; hell, you could be holding a knife to my throat, but if you ran your fingers through my hair I'd probably let you get away with it.

"I said," Kristoff murmured with another chuckle. "That you seem upset about something."

Well, someone was a mindreader today. Again, I refused to let him know, so rather than give a reply I simply grunted into his chest and held onto him tighter, as if my life depended on being in his arms. Maybe it did, who knows. He seemed to get the hint and he dropped the subject, continuing with the soft strokes and quiet mumbles of sweet nothings to try and relax me further. I felt myself beginning to drift off again, this time into sleep rather than thought, until a car beeped its horn outside. Elsa; she was supposed to be picking me up. Was it really five o'clock already?

The idea of being with my sister again made me happier than it should've on a normal day. I pulled myself away from Kristoff's embrace and stood, smoothing out my clothes and already walking towards the door when I heard my boyfriend clear his throat. Oh, right - I'm supposed to kiss him, aren't I?

"What, no kiss goodbye?" He joked when I turned around to face him, a playful smile on his lips as his arms wrapped around me once more. I leaned up, hesitant at first, and kissed him softly but quickly, pulling away right after. He got that hint, too. With a final goodbye, I turned back towards the door; I could see Elsa's car waiting outside through the wide window and could just make out her features. Although the look on her face wasn't exactly pleasant. If I had to come up with one word for her expression, I couldn't, but it almost looked.. jealous.

Whatever. Today was already going downhill, and I wasn't going to try and focus on the weirder things in life. Tucking my hair behind my ear, I walked out to the car and it wasn't until I felt the drops on my skin that I realized it was raining. How long the storm had been going on, I had no idea; I barely knew what day it was.

Elsa looked at me questioningly as I sat in the passenger's seat, and I returned the look after I closed the door. She looked down at my shirt, taking notice of the dark splatters across my shoulders from the raindrops, and the little droplets beading on my bare arms. She raised a brow, looking back past the windshield at Kristoff's house.

"Did you leave your sweater in there?" She asked. So, that's what the look was for- I hadn't even noticed that I wasn't wearing it, but I didn't really want to go back inside to get it, either. I thought Elsa would make me; she could be like that sometimes, not wanting to leave something behind if she could still go grab it, but she caught the look on my face that betrayed my thoughts and smiled sweetly at me. Damn that smile, I thought. It was gonna kill me one of these days. "Just have him bring it to you in school tomorrow." Whew; thank god my sister was an understanding person.

During the ride home, a sudden drowsiness came over me, even though it was still early in the evening and I was always up late. My eyes were focused on the scenery that flashed by in a blur of colors out the window, the image distorted even more by the raindrops that ran down the glass. The child in me was still alive, I guess; I picked out two droplets in my mind, deciding they were going to have a race to see which one could reach the bottom first. I remembered always doing this whenever it rained - I'd find the nearest window wherever I was and play my silly little game. One drop was going agonizingly slow and the other was already halfway to the bottom, so I bet on that one. Sure enough, it melted into the rubber piece at the bottom of the window first. I sort of half-smiled at my reflection in the side-view mirror; at least I wasn't completely grown up yet.

"So," Elsa spoke suddenly, causing me to flinch away from my race. I heard her laugh softly; she must've noticed me jump and known that I was spacing out yet again. When I sat up straight and looked at her, she was smiling, eyes still on the soaked road ahead, somewhat squinting to see past the blankets of rain that followed each swipe of the windshield wipers. "Did you have a good time with Kristoff?"

Please don't ask that. Ask any other question except that one.

"Um, yeah, I did," which wasn't true, but it wasn't exactly a lie either. Thankfully, we pulled into the driveway of our house as I finished my sentence, and the awkward conversation could hold off for a minute or two while we went inside. Being pelted by the rain on the way to the door sorta made me wish that I had remembered my sweater. Most times, I liked the rain, but not when I was in the mood that I was.

The warmth of the house calmed me down because it was a familiar warmth. I was in my own place, finally, after a long day of school and a few awkward hours at Kristoff's house. And to make things even better, it was almost 5:30, which meant that Elsa would be making dinner soon and my stomach would stop growling. Finally, I could relax.. or so I thought. Almost as soon as I stepped inside, I felt the heavy weight of Elsa's jacket draped over my shoulders, the scent of her perfume and whatever she used for laundry soap filling my nose along with the natural soothing scent she had. Winter.

"You're shivering, Bananna," Elsa teased, rubbing my arm gently before walking off into the kitchen, flashing me a smile over her shoulder. She just had to use the nickname, didn't she? And she just had to smile at me, right? The same heat from the night before returned to my cheeks, and I knew my face was red, and I knew it was because of my sister.