I really have no explanation for this new story. It just kind of popped into my head while in Musical Theatre and my friends were singing Take Me, Leave Me from Rent for their duet assignment and I just—

Elsanna idea holy fuck.

Although, this won't be like Rent at all. I've yet to sit down and watch the entire thing (I know I'm a bad person). Other than my other Elsanna, there will be more swearing, sexual content (possibly a Lemon but idk I might just imply [unless you guys want a Lemon {or smut, basically if you are unaware of the term 'lemon'}, then let me know 'cause I'll do it]), and some flashbacks regarding how the girls met.

They're not related so no incest. That's the only way I can ship them without feeling guilty or whatever.

Ages:

Anna Christensen- 20
Elsa Andersen- 22 (turning 23)
Kristoff Bjorgman- 23
Hans Westerguard- 23
Eugene Fitzherbert- 25
Rapunzel Gerste (soon to be Fitzherbert)- 23
Merida Fowlis- 20

Disclaimer: Disney owns FROZEN

Elsa had no idea how Anna managed to keep so tan with bunches of freckles plastered all over her skin when she had been born and raised in Seattle. If anything, when they first met, Elsa expected that Anna lived in California at some point in order to gain her sun kissed complexion. It was the first thing that Elsa noticed about her and the first thing that drew her in. Then it was her smile, personality, and charm. Then everything else fell into place, Elsa becoming hopelessly smitten. Anna was truly intoxicating— an absolute drug and Elsa was a willing addict. No rehabilitation center on Earth could possibly cure her cravings.

What made Anna fall for Elsa was quite a shock to everyone. When they first met, it seemed like Elsa wanted nothing to do with Anna after a short while. But Anna kept chasing after her, wanting to be friends, and then finding herself breathlessly in love with the quiet, bespectacled bookworm. It wasn't until Elsa allowed Anna in did their bond grow into their inseparable friendship and eventual relationship.

Yet, in spite of their constant need for one another in intimate affections, neither of them really showed their animalistic urges. Elsa was usually so placid on the outside and Anna was normally peppy with her bright smile so nobody could guess how heated— in more ways than one— they could get. Nobody but each other. And neither of them cared for that to be released to the public thank you very much.

Although on the surface their relationship seemed perfect, it was full of problems like most normal romances were. They fought with one another over little things, cried, pushed buttons, and yelled. It would usually result in one of two things. 1). One of the girls would sleep on the couch until they were humble and cooled enough to apologize or 2). Make up sex that alleviated their fury into passion, which always ended up with them apologizing and letting the other know that they were beautiful/loved them.

However it ended, they always managed to come out of it closer and stronger than before.

But Anna was still young— a bright girl of twenty who had been in this partnership with Elsa for six years. She was fearless and swore like a sailor when she was especially fired up over something. While Elsa, on the other hand, was silent and always had her head in a book. She swore sometimes when she felt her expansive vocabulary wasn't enough to further explain how she felt. But Anna was much more riled than Elsa.

There was also something bugging Elsa to her very core, bringing up old feelings and doubts. Deep down, she knew that Anna was inexperienced in relationships because she had been stuck with Elsa for such a long time— Elsa's words and thoughts, not Anna's. It was that November that the platinum blonde realized her worst fears of losing the love of her life were starting to surge through, self doubt sucking her into her deepest depths of anxiety.

She just hoped that she was wrong…

The Place: Seattle, Washington; Apartment 2507
The Date: Wednesday, 5 November 2014
The Time: 3:42 AM
The Weather: Rainy (as usual)

Sirens were blaring outside as they rushed down the wet and slippery streets, their red and blue lights reflecting off the glistening pavement. Cool rain was descending from the navy blue, cloudy sky. The small amount of cars that were out in this early hour of the morning pulled over in order to allow the police to pass by uninterrupted. The whining of the cars faded away, their wheels skidding along as they continued ripping down the lanes. And so the cars went idly on their way, heading home after a long day or heading to work to begin one.

Is wasn't the sirens that woke Elsa, however. She had been sleeping peacefully on her side of the bed without a care in the world, dreaming of plans for breathtaking skyscrapers and jaw dropping photos with her name plastered all over them. The water on her bedside table rippled slightly as the Earth let out the tiniest tremor, hardly disturbing its worldly inhabitants. No, what woke her was the sound of drunken giggling coming from the front room as her girlfriend attempted to unlock the door.

Elsa had no intention on getting out of bed to assist her. Anna had figured out how to get inside plenty of times when she came home wasted so there was no point in dragging herself out of bed to waste her breath from scolding her and energy from getting up. She was far too comfortable and warm to move regardless.

Thankfully, Anna needn't such assistance for she managed to barge inside and slam the door hard behind her, covering her mouth with her hands so she wouldn't disturb Elsa whom she thought was still sleeping. Of course, the older girl had already been shaken out of her slumber but Anna didn't know that.

So she decided to wake her herself.

Barely concealing a breathy laugh, Anna stumbled through the living room, knocking over the video games stacked on the floor from her last session in teaching a hesitant Elsa how to play Grand Theft Auto, tumbled across the kitchen, down the hallway of their little apartment, and finally reaching their bedroom.

"Heeeeey, Elsaaaaaa~," Anna purred with a drunken sway as she swung the bedroom door open. She kicked off her shoes and crawled onto the bedspread, her fingers dancing up Elsa's back, startling the girl into more of an awoken state than she had been in before. "I missed you."

"Go to sleep, Anna," Elsa grumbled. "I have to get up early in the morning so I really don't have time for—"

"Oh, c'monnnnnn," Anna slurred, her breath ghosting over Elsa's neck. "Don't you wanna have some fun~?" She rubbed her lips gently on Elsa's nape. "I can go down on you tonight—"

"Anna, I swear to god," Elsa growled, suppressing a moan for Anna was toying with one of her sensitive spots.

"I know you like it," Anna continued, not registering the irritable attitude her exhausted girlfriend was emitting.

Elsa let out a huff and got out of bed, ripping her pillow off and storming into the living room. "I'm sleeping on the couch."

"Awh, Elsaaaaaa!" Anna whined after her, rolling over onto her back in the middle of the bed. "Come back…" Her lids fell shut and her sloshed brain decided that it was time for Anna to knock out right then and there.

She awoke to the smell of coffee, light trying to bleed through the curtains and the ominous clouds. Occasionally it would be obscured by billowing grey clouds and vanish, leaving Anna in a hazy darkness. She massaged her throbbing temple and sat up as slow as possible, grumbling swears under her breath.

Anna managed to reach the bathroom and took two Advil, running water down her throat after each pill. She screwed her eyes shut and clutched either side of the sink's counter, trying to collect a legible thought. Weakly she grabbed her green toothbrush and vanilla-flavored toothpaste to get rid of the putrid flavor of booze and what she hoped wasn't puke out of her mouth. After that, she brushed her hair before walking into the kitchen.

Elsa, with light bags under her bespectacled eyes, was leaning on the counter and sipping her mug full of fresh tea. There was some coffee ready for Anna in a to-go cup, cream and sugar already applied. The ginger haired girl grinned sleepily and gathered her cup in her hands, clutching it up to her nose and inhaled the warm scent of the beverage through the little slit in the top.

"G'morning," she greeted as she took a sip.

"Mm," was Elsa's reply, her lips still attached to the top of her cup.

"How'd you sleep?"

"Fine until you came home drunk like it was nobody's business."

Anna blinked. "What?"

"You don't remember your suggestion of sex last night after you got home from Megara's latest raging sorority party?" Elsa reminded her, putting down her cup and turning towards the toaster, the appliance serving up Anna's pop-tart.

"… No."

"Well, you did and then I left to sleep on the couch," Elsa said dryly, adjusting her glasses.

Anna's eyes skidded over to the living room where she found the remains of a makeshift temporary sleeping place for the platinum blonde. She suddenly felt immensely guilty, hating herself for coming home drunk. It must be getting on Elsa's nerves. Who could blame her though? Once or twice on occasion she didn't care for but it really had to get annoying especially when Anna wakes her up with seductive suggestions in the early hours of the morning.

"Sorry, Elsa," Anna said quietly. "I didn't mean to— you know I don't mean to. Really, I have no brain when I'm drunk."

Elsa chuckled. "No brain in general but I'll forgive you regardless."

"Hey!" Anna retorted but a smile betrayed her supposedly hurt feelings. "That wasn't very nice."

"You deserved every bit of it." Elsa handed Anna her pop-tart. "Go and change into something that doesn't smell like bad decisions before I drop you off."

"Good thinking," Anna said with a nod, taking her breakfast. "Aren't you gonna eat?"

"No, I… I'm not hungry."

"You're sure?"

Elsa nodded, picking up her mug and drinking deeply. Anna put down her coffee and breakfast, not caring that she probably still stunk from last night, and faced Elsa with a small pout. Elsa raised her fair brows at her in question. Without a word, Anna plucked the mug from her grip, set it on the counter, and continued to pout.

"What?" Elsa demanded, cocking her head to one side.

"You didn't gimme my good morning kiss," she said, poking Elsa in the shoulder.

"After last night I think you can wait," Elsa said with a smirk.

"But-!"

"Go and get cleaned up, you dork, and then maybe I'll kiss you. Maybe," Elsa told her blandly. "'You have witchcraft in your lips,'" she recited, lifting an eyebrow at the redhead.

Anna huffed dramatically. "Fine. Be that way." She stuck her nose in the air, strutting out of the room to get ready for the day. Elsa laughed under her breath, picking up her coffee and drinking it again.

By the time Anna showered and dressed, it was time to go. She snatched her breakfast off the counter to join Elsa in the front room, the pair of them proceeding out to the elevators that awaited them in the main hall. A few tired tenants on their floor were milling about and making idle conversation. Some were sipping their drinks or munching on their to-go breakfasts, eyes hazy and not yet awake.

Elsa spoke quietly to a kind, older woman who went by the name of Lizzie. They were discussing her old home of Radiator Springs, a conversation that they shared every morning for the poor woman was losing her memory day by day. So Elsa liked to keep her company in the hallway before the elevator came up to claim them and bring them all down to Earth.

Anna had her fingers intertwined with Elsa's, her pop-tart being nibbled on while Elsa held her coffee for her. She was drinking in the hall, like she usually did each day, and nitpicked the little changes since last month. The landlord had decided that sky blue was no longer a good color for the room and went with a bright yellow. The sunflowers on one of the random tables had been switched with daffodils. Otherwise, the place looked the same. Just as it had the two years Anna lived with Elsa.

When the elevator arrived, she, Elsa, Lizzie, and a few others entered. One of the more close-minded tenants sneered at the hand-holding of the couple in the front and Elsa caught it in the reflective doors. She sent him a glare and he backed off, mumbling under his breath. Anna felt her tense beside her and gave her hand a loving squeeze, assuring her that everything was okay.

Elsa sent her a tiny smile as they reached the lobby. Lizzie left out the front door so she could catch the bus in time. Others went around the lobby to talk or wait for friends. Elsa and Anna, however, entered the parking garage and found Elsa's car in its spot. They climbed inside and went on their way.

The same routine now that Anna was back in college: Every morning they'd wake up beside one another, get up, argue about bathroom rights, settle the argument with rock-paper-scissors, shower, dress, grab breakfast, and then wait for the elevator. Then it was in the parking garage, Elsa having to remind Anna to put on her seatbelt, reach the bus station, kiss goodbye, catch her bus/drive to work, school/work, school/work, school/work, lunch, school/work, "fuck why am I here," walk to work (Anna), work, work, work, catch bus back home, walk home.

In the evening: Cook dinner because Elsa can't cook to save her life, study/work, study/work, study/work, hey look Elsa's home! Give kisses, have dinner, study/read, study/read, watch TV or play video games, coax Elsa into making out for an hour (not always successful), and then knock out in bed.

On weekends: wake up, breakfast, TV, TV, TV, lunch with friends, watch the rain while Elsa reads, dinner date (Saturday was date night), sex if Elsa/Anna felt up to it (usually happened), sleep.

The routine was etched in their brains, burned to their skin, and sometimes they plodded through their day without even thinking about it because it was just natural instinct by now. Anna was starting to get so tired of the daily nonsense so she attempted to spice it up every once in a while. Going out to dinner with friends, bar hopping (with her fake ID), middle-of-the-week-love-making, partying at her university, and going for walks with Elsa. The older girl often agreed to most of these things in order to make their day to day activities more exciting but she was a creature of habit and hers were especially hard to break.

So the day went on just as they expected.

They reached the bus station and Anna pressed her lips firmly to Elsa's, told her she loved her and that she was beautiful, Elsa returning the comments, and then bounded down to the station to catch her bus to her university. Elsa watched her go until her image sat comfortably underneath the awning. Letting out a tired sigh with a wistful smile, the platinum blonde headed to her job.

She worked in a respected photo studio and was one of the head photographers. She worked alongside a few of Seattle's best and most talented and Elsa was proudly amongst them. She had incredible skills when she was put behind a camera and loved to take pictures of almost everything. One album on her computer was full of nothing but Anna, posing ridiculously dramatic, peacefully content, and stone serious. Elsa had fun with the lighting and how she made Anna pose, the ginger having so much fun all the while.

Some of the photos were now on their accent tables and dressers. Other photos consisted of Elsa, Anna and her friends, Elsa and Anna at their high school, the two of them after they made out at a Halloween party (Elsa had gone as Elphaba and Anna as Glinda) and Anna's face was smeared with green and Elsa laughing beside her, and of their respective family members. Photos covered the apartment and whenever someone came over they examined the pictures with awe.

She was also deeply involved with architecture. She loved math almost as much as she loved Anna. It was her precious pastime during school and on her days off; sketching buildings and monuments that she could only dream of. She had a degree in architecture and was attempting to seal the deal with a company that would take her in as a side worker since she wanted to remain with the photo company. They were so close to making her an official employee that Elsa could almost taste her weekend office in their building.

Elsa arrived at the studio right on time, greeting their secretary with a friendly good morning, and entered her office. She sank into her chair and ran a hand through her perfectly platinum hair. She turned on her computer and went through her most recent pictures, humming to herself until her ten o'clock appointment showed up.

There was a knock on the door frame and she glanced up from the monitor to see her co-worker and old friend Hans leaning against it with a mug of coffee in his grasp.

Lotta coffee in Seattle, Elsa had noted when she moved here twelve years ago. She was more of a tea person but after living with amongst the coffee-filled streets of the Emerald City, she developed a taste for it.

"Morning, Elsa," he said.

"Hi," she said, returning her gaze to her computer. "Can you come back later? I have to finish picking out photos for the Parr's album."

"I'll be brief," he said, sitting in the chair opposite her desk.

"You don't look like it," she said bitterly. "Hans, you know that I love you and your infamously lengthy discussions but I really need to—"

"I promise," he said, crossing his heart.

"Yeah, okay let's see how long that'll last."

He grimaced. "Just listen up, okay?"

"Mhm."

"I have a new project that was given to me by Phil and I need your help."

"Mhm."

"It requires a few models and I'm thinking you and Anna can be great for a part of it."

"Mhm."

"Are you even listening to me?" he pouted.

"Mhm."

"Elsa!"

"Yeah… yeah, sorry." She tore her eyes from the computer with a sheepish grin, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "You know how I can get. What is this for again?"

"A project about true love," he replied. "I have Punzie and Eugene posing for some pics and I have my seventh brother, Viktor, and his boyfriend pose. I'd like you and Anna to pose, too."

"I'm sure she'll be up for it," she said. "Now can you leave?"

"Wow, rude."

"Hans, really I need to finish this," she said gruffly, pointing out of her office. "See you at lunch."

He smiled and got to his feet, waving with his free hand. "Just let me know when you have your final answer."

"Will do," she promised as he left her alone.

She and Hans were friends since her freshman year of high school and were the biggest "sass-masters" when stuck together. Although he usually hung out with his own buddies while Elsa stuck to hiding out in the library, he was quick to come to her aid. The two did have some falling outs, however, saying harsh things to one another and giving each other grief for certain situations or life choices.

Otherwise, the two were on pretty great terms.

Not thirty minutes later, the secretary told her that Edna Mode had shown up with her model, ready to be photographed for her newest line of dresses. Elsa stood up, grabbed her prized camera from the corner of her office, and met her clients in the lobby. She led them to the back rooms that held twenty sets for photo displays, ten on each side. Edna picked out the white room with the false piano, squawking orders at Elsa as she marched around the model.

A few assistants ran around to adjust the lighting for the pictures, shouting at one another and putting the rack of dresses behind a changing screen. Amidst all the chaos one of Elsa's fellow photographers, Aladdin, came up beside her with an amused expression on his face, his hands folded behind his back.

"What's so funny?" Elsa demanded, toying with her lens.

"Stuck with Edna Mode again, are you?" he chuckled.

"Every November and February catalogue, she comes to me," Elsa sighed, watching Edna talk rapidly with one of the interns about how awful his lighting was. "And you always mock me. Nothing new."

"Not my fault Phil gives you Edna," he said.

"He doesn't give her. She requests me." Elsa grinned slyly at him. "I guess I'm just one hell of a photographer."

"With great power comes great responsibility," he recited, nudging her in the ribs. "Godspeed, Snow Queen." He ran a hand through his dark hair and she rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, thanks," she grumbled irritably. She addressed Edna. "Is everything set here?"

"You tell me. These morons have no idea— no idea— how to light up a set," she sniffed, adjusting her thick glasses.

"We're doing our best!" whined one.

"Silence!" Edna barked.

The interns began to get defensive and yell at her. She snapped back, her eyes becoming wild and her arms animated as she yelled. Aladdin smirked and patted Elsa on the shoulder, murmuring a good luck before he walked back to his office.

"Okay!" Elsa shouted. The girl hardly ever raised her voice so it quieted the bickering in a heartbeat. "Let's begin and I will be the judge of the lighting, thank you very much!"

Edna grunted and stood beside Elsa, arms crossed and nose in the air.

When the day was over, finally over, Elsa came home earlier than Anna and sank into the couch. She draped her arm over the back of the couch and her lids slipped shut, rubbing her eye with her other hand. There was a soft mewing noise, making Elsa open her eyes. Their white, fluffy cat Olaf was perched on the other arm of the couch with his big brown eyes staring at her.

"Hello, Olaf," she greeted. "Stay over there, okay? You know that Mommy is allergic to you."

But Olaf didn't listen. He happily trotted across Elsa's legs and nestled himself on her stomach. She could already feel her eyes watering but she didn't have the heart to tell him to scram. She liked cats because they were quiet creatures but she couldn't keep one too close to her because of her terrible allergies. Anna had spotted him the first year they lived together and begged Elsa to get him. They had gone to a kennel to get some kind of pet— a dog like Kristoff had— but Anna had fallen in love with the little kitten as soon as she saw him.

Elsa couldn't say no.

She enjoyed Olaf's company but it was harder than she expected. The cat didn't seem to care in the slightest about her shoving him away on occasion, only to snuggle against her hand in innocent response. Anna thought that their little relationship was the cutest thing in the world, giggling every time that Olaf attempted to play with Elsa by batting at her braid and purring.

The front door unlocked and Anna trudged inside, tossing her bag on the floor. The cat noticed his owner's return and leapt off of Elsa, to her relief, and rubbed against Anna's legs as the girl shut the door.

"Hiya," Anna said to Elsa and Olaf.

"Heya," Elsa replied, giving her a tiny wave. "How was work?"

Anna was a barista in one of Seattle's many Starbucks. She enjoyed it very much, got paid well, and always brought something home for Elsa is she had time to make anything.

"Tiring," was Anna groan.

Elsa swung her legs off the couch so Anna could sink beside her. The redhead leaned over and rested her head in the crook of Elsa's neck. The older girl inhaled the intoxicating scent of coffee that always followed Anna home after work.

Elsa's favorite smell.

"I'm sorry. I forgot to make you a frap before I left," Anna breathed into her skin.

"It's okay. I had coffee with lunch anyway," Elsa said, stroking Anna's hair affectionately.

"I guess it's true what they say about Seattle and coffee," Anna giggled.

"Guess so."

Anna wrapped her arms around Elsa's waist and pressed a kiss on Elsa's jaw line. She felt Elsa run her arm around her shoulders and her thumb rub gentle circles against her arm. Anna hummed pleasantly and her eyes fluttered shut, pressing closer into Elsa's body, relishing at their closeness.

"How was your day? Stuck with that Edna woman again?" Anna asked. "Every November, right?"

"That's right. And of course, she's just as crazy as ever," Elsa sighed.

"I'm sorry," Anna mumbled, her breath tickling Elsa's skin. "I should go over there and drive her into sanity."

"Let's not. She's my highest paying customer even though she gives me a lot of shit."

"Nobody gives my girlfriend shit. That's my job."

"Yeah… hey, hold on!"

"Payback for this morning, punk!" Anna said, sitting back and letting her fingers dig into Elsa's sides. The platinum blonde squealed and leapt off the couch, running from her girlfriend's tickle attack.

"Anna! S-stop!" Elsa pleaded, the other girl's fingers gently scraping her hips every chance she got.

They were running around the couch, Anna's grin malicious and Elsa's breathless. It wasn't until Anna grabbed her around the waist and forced her onto the window sill did they stop the game of cat and mouse. They leaned on one another, trying to catch their breath, stupid grins on their faces.

"You jerk," Elsa chastised, shoving her hand into Anna's face and pushing her back into the pillows of the sill.

Anna laughed, running a hand through her bangs. "Sorry. But you deserved it."

"Whatever." Elsa got to her feet and Anna followed her into the kitchen. "What's for dinner tonight?"

"Oh, I dunno," Anna said, glancing at the fridge. "I think I can whip up something. What are you feeling tonight? I can grill up some salmon. I'm sure it's fresh. I mean, we bought it Monday."

"Salmon's fine…" Elsa rubbed a sore muscle in her neck. "I'm gonna wash up."

"All right," Anna said as Elsa left to the bathroom. "Dinner'll be ready once you're all done in there."

"Sounds good."

During dinner, Anna glanced up from her plate and toyed with her fish wordlessly. Elsa was eating straight-backed and mannered, just as she always did. Anna was slouched and her elbows were resting on the table.

"Hey, Elsa?" Anna said. "Are you still mad about last night?"

"…Not exactly," Elsa said smoothly, meeting her gaze. "I just don't want you to do this too often anymore. You should be focusing on your studies."

"I am, I promise. But I'm just… hell, I dunno," Anna shrugged with a frown. "I'm still really sorry about making you sleep on the couch."

"It's okay, Anna, really," Elsa assured, reaching across the table and resting her hand on top of hers. Anna beamed at her and intertwined her fingers with Elsa's.

The Place: Seattle, WA; Garfield High School
The Date: Monday, 2007
The Time: 1:15 PM
The Weather: Partly Cloudy

She was always a quiet girl. Sitting by herself in the back of the library with her head buried in her favorite book: A History of the Modern World, drawing buildings and people during her TA period (which was also in the library), and keeping her perfect grades intact. It had been like that since her freshman year and she was perfectly content with it.

Elsa didn't care much for the company of people because all her life she had been pushed around by them, ridiculed, teased, and bullied relentlessly. Her self confidence and trust dwindled significantly since middle school and the little girl who was once a social creature became one of silence and books.

Sure she had some friends that she talked to during Study Hall or Musical Theatre. Elsa believed that they really just pitied her and that was the only reason they spoke to her. She hated herself to her core and wanted to be left alone so she wouldn't get rejected or disappointed again.

Her senior year changed significantly when her Musical Theatre teacher assigned them their first duet of the year. It was a free choice of partners so Elsa knew she'd just end up singing a solo for a grade just like she had for the past three years in that class. Who in the world would want to pair up with her anyway?

Elsa was hunched over her sketch pad when a shadow obscured the luminescent lights that were imprinted in the ceiling. She glanced up to see a girl she had never met before. She was wearing a perfect blend of dark pink and olive green, freckles patching her skin, and her smile warm.

"Hiya!" the girl greeted.

"Heya…" was all Elsa could stammer out.

"What's your name?"

"Elsa Andersen."

"Oh, that's really pretty." The girl sat on the desk in front of her. "I'm Anna Christensen." She placed a freckled hand over her heart. "I'm a freshman so I'm an absolute nobody. But I plan on changing that by the end of this semester." Anna laughed. "It's nice to meet you, Elsa."

"Likewise."

"Ooh, you're not much of a talker, are ya? I can totally tell. That's okay. I'm a talker! I can do all the talking for us. I really can have a one-sided conversation with just about everybody. My friend Merida thinks that I was born with Talkaholism, whatever that is. I think that my doctor said something about that, too, but he might have been kidding. He had gotten back from a vacation in Cuba when he told me so maybe he was crazy from all the fun. Did you know that Americans aren't allowed to go to Cuba? Isn't that an absolute bummer? My biggest dream is to travel all over the world but nooooooo. I can't go to Cuba. The next thing you know, we won't be allowed to go to China or— god forbid— England. I was born and raised in Seattle so the city gets a tad boring but I think it's a familiar charm, y'know? Familiar… yeah… but I digress."

As Anna started to ramble, Elsa couldn't fight back the smile that was forcing itself to spread across her face. Anna obviously had absolutely no censor and no off button. The girl managed to get from one topic to another in a heartbeat which was highly entertaining for the older girl. She had listened to every word because it was the polite thing to do but she had found herself enticed with her speech in spite of it all.

She let a long breath and grinned at Elsa. "So, anywho. I came here to ask if you wanted to be my duet partner."

Elsa found herself speechless. She had absolutely no expectation that someone would ask her to be a partner. Everyone thought she was a freak, right? This girl certainly had a lot to learn about her. And once she found out how weird Elsa was, Anna would leave her just like all of Elsa's friends did eventually.

"Uh… why?" came Elsa's response.

"'Cause I think you and I can be friends. And I get it— you probably don't want to be seen with this weirdo." Anna jabbed a thumb in her chest. "A creepy freshman without a sense to shut up every once in a while."

"That's… not what I was thinking."

"Well, good. Most people do."

"They're wrong."

Anna blinked. "Are they? They most always say it straight into my face."

"Don't you care?"

"Why should I? They're throwing empty words at me. I'm the only one who should care about what I think about myself. Nobody else."

Elsa envied this girl's self confidence. She wished she had that mindset in order to stand up to bullies and tell them to back off, to make real friends, and to be happier.

"So… wanna be my partner?" Anna repeated, beaming and making every freckle on her sun kissed skin pop.

Sun kissed, yes that was the kind of skin she had. She had said she was born and raised in Seattle but that was impossible. For as long as Elsa lived in the city, the sun hardly shined down— save for the summer— enough to give a local a glorious complexion like Anna.

"Why me?" Elsa finally inquired.

"I like you, Elsa. I dunno what I like about you yet but it's positive, rest assured."

Elsa allowed herself to smile again. "I'd like that."

"Really!? Yay!" Anna spread her arms in success, promptly knocking over a tissue box on the bookshelf next to them. She didn't notice. Instead, she clapped her hands before resting them over her heart again. "I have a bunch of songs we can sing together. Sheet music and all!"

"Sounds like fun."

"We're gonna be best friends, Miss Andersen," Anna insisted with a wag of her finger. "We'll rock the house with our singing— which I bet you're awesome at— and become instantly popular. Unless you are already. Which I wouldn't doubt so it'd just be me becoming popular. I mean, you're so pretty and stuff so I— is that your natural hair color? It is!? Oh, wow! It's gorgeous. I wish I could have hair like that. Jeez, I have terrible hair. It never cooperates…"

And there she went again, jabbering on and on jumping from hair to make-up and then movies. Elsa watched her with an amused expression, liking this girl more than she anticipated she would.

And that terrified her.

So you guys, this is my starting chapter. If you like it and want more do let me know. I have a Tumblr (athpluver) which you can follow but you don't have to. It's really a Frozen blog with spurts of my other fandoms here and there.

Not every chapter will have a flashback but I promise they are all significant to the story by the middle (which will be when the flashbacks are at their peak and dwindle to none by then).

See you next time!