You turn around relate the voice to a face, but you already know who it will be. To no surprise, it is the same girl you saw in your class, and the same girl you caught the attention of a minute ago. You stand there speechless – you simply stare at her without anything to say. Kristoff notices this and nudges your back.

"Right! Yes, I'm sorry about that. I don't know your name so I just took what I knew and said it."

You smile, rubbing the back of your head. Kristoff looks at you with a curious look, then back to Anna.

"It's not a problem at all," she points out, extending her hand to you. "Once again, my name is Anna. Anna Anderson."

You shake her hand "(Y/N). I don't really have a last name," you smile, as to shake the fact off.

She gives you an odd look but then a smile takes over her face. She then turns to Kristoff.

"And you are?" she asks, offering her hand again.

Kristoff shakes her hand. "Kristoff Bjorgman, nice to meet you."

The handshake between the two ends. Anna then spreads her attention between the two of you.

"So I guess you're both new here, huh? I should know. I know EVERYONE in this school. Some of them are jerks, but a lot of people are really nice once you get to know them! Would I lie to you?"

You laugh at the fact that she has to point out that she doesn't lie. However, you do believe her. She seems innocent enough.

"Yeah," Kristoff answers, "my folks think I should try and get a good education. This place promises a good one, so..."

"Your folks must be good people then, huh?" you ask.

"Well, they aren't my real parents, but they take care of me well enough. They are an interesting bunch, let me tell you!" He lets out a small laugh.

Anna watches you both. She smiles while looking at you two talk, she can tell you have a good friendship. Curious on the matter, she brings it up.

"So how long have you two known each other?"

You and Kristoff look at each other. "About 45 minutes" you answer in unison.

Anna's face changed to shock "Wow, really? I could have sworn you've known each other for longer. You seem to get along pretty well."

Kristoff laughs, "I am a likable guy, you know."

"Yeah sure," you interject. "Remember those guys you talked to when I showed up?"

"What guys?" Anna asked.

Kristoff sat there for a second then responded. "Never got their names, just knew their attitudes."

As Kristoff and Anna continue to talk you look at your arm. You attempt to move it with success. "Good, it's back," you think.

You wait, expecting to hear a comment on that but none is made. A double win.

"We all have the same class next!" Anna cheerfully expresses.

You chime in at that sentence and remember that you have classes.

"We should get going then!" You suggest.

"Yeah, let's get going," Kristoff agrees, beginning to walk in the direction of the next class with Anna and you on either side of him.

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The three of you sit side by side with Anna being in the middle. The classroom is full of chatter and your little trio is adding to it. While talking, you notice the same guys who were bugging Kristoff as they walk in. You don't tell Kristoff, but you do keep that in the back of your mind.

"Hey, Anna, who was the other guy you were with? Westergaard, I believe his name was," you inquire.

"Oh, yeah. That's my boyfriend, Hans. He's so sweet. I really love him."

Kristoff gives her an odd look. "I heard you've only been dating for week."

"Well, yeah," Anna says, blushing "But when it's true love you can feel it. (Y/N), you know what I mean right? Do you believe in true love?"

Both Anna and Kristoff look at you, waiting for your response.

"I don't know, why don't you ask your last girlfriend?" your trusty voice remarks

"I think..." you pause for a moment. "I think that true love is possible, but rare. It's something you just know. You feel it with all your heart and you never let that person go."

Both of them look at you. You don't even look back – you just stare blankly at the ground. You don't even realize you just said what you did. It was natural. Automatic. You have loved before, but has it been true love? Your mind wonders back to your old school – your old life. All your friends sit at a lunch table and smile at you when you approach. Your girlfriend always had a certain face when you were around – a face of comfort. It was the best time of your life.

Kristoff supposes you will come back to earth in time. "So, you think you love this guy when you just started dating? How long have you known each other?"

"Well, it was a blind date, so not too long. But I swear it is love! I really love this guy!"

Kristoff shrugs "Well, it's your life. You can think what you want."

"What does that mean?" Anna questions. Her voice indicates that she feels offended.

"Hey, fuck face!" a voice calls from across the room.

This grabs your attention and you follow where you think the sound came from. It's the same guys who were annoying Kristoff. It isn't a surprise to you that they would be causing trouble.

"Ha, guys, he responds to it. Don't you, fuck face!"

Anna and Kristoff are too caught up in their own conversation to realize what is happening. You're on your own here. Or are you?

"Let me take this, (Y/N). I won't do anything bad."

Before you can react you feel as if you are asleep.

Kristoff notices you get out of your chair and walk over to a group of students. He recognizes them right away and rushes to aid you.

You lean in to the group and link eyes with the one who yelled at you.

"So, you like fuck faces, huh? Well I'm sure if you keep asking I can make you the literal meaning of a fuck face. Your choice." You wink at him and proceed to leave.

"Hey!" he says, "Who do you think you're talking to?"

You spin around and rush him, getting in his face. "I think I'm talking to a spoiled brat who thinks money compensates for strength. You think that throwing money at someone will hurt them? Huh? Well trust me, tough guy, I'm the real deal. So sit down and enjoy your time with your friends, unless you want a lower class to kick your ass."

You turn around and sit back in your seat, leaning your head back for a moment. The snob stands there in shock then sits back down with his friends. They begin laughing in no time.

You wake up and look around. Nothing is different. Nothing happened. Good.

Kristoff moves to your side "Dude, what did you say to him? He looks freaked out."

"What?" you reply

"You talked to him," Kristoff answered. "I saw you walk up to them. Seems both of us have tangled with those guys today."

You hide your surprise in a smile. "You just gotta be polite sometimes, you know?"

Kristoff shrugs and heads back to his seat beside Anna.

"What the hell?" you say in your thoughts

"What? I took care of it and it didn't have a huge effect," The voice argues back.

You shake your head with disappointment and your expression follows.

"Don't screw this up like he did," you warn.

"Don't worry (Y/N), I am nothing like him. You aren't either. He's an outcast."

"A strong one," you interrupt.

Silence fills your mind. You haven't even realized that the teacher has arrived and is taking attendance. You contemplate for a moment.

"Just don't do crap like that again. Please."

You hear a sigh, "Fine. You rob me of my fun all the time, (Y/N)"

"That's cause you don't have the best definition of fun. Neither of you do."

You start to focus again when you notice the blonde girl from the cafeteria and your previous class standing at the front of the class. She seems nervous and is holding a book, presenting it to the class. You see that her hands are covered by purple gloves.

"Ok, that makes sense," you mutter out loud.

Anna turns towards you. "What?"

"Oh, well, I've seen her before and just now saw the gloves. I thought she had purple hands for a bit."

Anna chuckles, but covers her mouth so as not to be heard by anyone.

"She wears gloves all the time. I don't really know why. Weren't you staring at her last class?" she giggles.

You start going red. "I wasn't! I was just day dreaming and it so happened to be at her head. Must have been the way I was sitting."

Anna giggles even more. "You're blushing and everything. Oh my god!"

You turn away and hope that she was joking about the blushing part. You really didn't mean to stare at her. You even thought that her hair caught your attention.

"You know, I could ask her about it," Anna comments

You look at her with wide eyes. "Wait, why?"

"Well," she starts, "she is my sister, so it wouldn't be too hard."

You were right to think they were sisters. "At least I picked up on that," you think.

"Ms. Anderson and Mr... Why don't you have a last name?"

You slam your head on the desk, but you hit it harder then you thought.

"Ow," you complain, holding your head.

"Both of you stand beside Ms. Anderson. The Andersons seem to be quite the troublemakers today," the teacher states.

You rub your head then stand up.

"I apologize, sir, but Anna here wasn't talking to me. It was my fault. You shouldn't punish her for my actions."

Anna looks up at you and you look down slowly shaking your head telling her to be quiet.

"Very well, Mr. (Y/N). First day and already causing trouble. Mr. Key already told me about your little incident earlier." He then looks over at the blonde. "Which also happened to involve Ms. Anderson. Coincidence?

The blonde shakes her head at the teacher. "I've never talked to this student, Mr. Baxter. I swear it is a coincidence. I promise not to read in your class again. May I please sit down?"

"Now what kind of teacher would I look like if I did that? A softy, that's what! Both you and Mr. (Y/N) will go down to the office immediately."

The blonde seems anxious. She is clutching her book tightly and has a worried look on her face. You notice the room begins to become a tad colder, but it doesn't bother you. You conclude that the open window by Mr. Baxter's desk is causing it.

"Yes, Mr. Baxter," she says.

She is about to leave but is stopped by Mr. Baxter.

"You will go down together." He looks at you and flicks his head.

You jog over to her and you both proceed to walk down. The A/C must be on because it was chilly the whole walk.

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"So, what's your name?" you ask her.

She doesn't respond.

"Hm... Well, if you don't want to talk then just chime up. Otherwise I will assume you want me to continue," you say with a smile, knowing you have to have trapped her.

She sighs. "My name is Elsa. Now please stop talking. You have sent me to the office and I don't need any more trouble that you will inevitably cause."

Elsa. Her name was Elsa. She seemed cold and distant. Maybe because she is mad. Maybe you're just easy to hate. But you seem to have a desire to keep talking.

"Actually, I didn't send you here. Mr. Baxter did. Plus, that wasn't even my fault! Something about your book or another got you here," you protest.

"If you didn't add your smart remarks then I may have been able to sit down again and continue with this day," she bluntly states.

It's evident that she doesn't want to talk to you. You've gotten off on a bad foot with this girl. Lucky for you the office is at the other end of the school and since this is a huge school it will take some time.  Plus, you honestly can't remember where the office is, so you can't leave her.

"Ok, we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. Let's start on the other one." You lunge in front of her and grab her hand, intending to shake it.

She quickly pulls her hand back towards her and looks at you with fear.

"Why do you look like I am trying to hurt you?" you ask.

She observes you for a second. You didn't flinch. You didn't feel anything. She thinks on this as she proceeds down the hall.

"I know your sister Anna!" you point out, hoping that will be some sort of a conversation starter.

She looks at you for a moment then back in front of her. "Who doesn't know Anna," she says sarcastically.

You can't get anywhere with this girl. She is a stone that won't budge. You try to think of something to say that may get her attention but nothing comes to your mind. "I have an idea," you think.

"Elsa, can I ask you a question?"

"You're probably going to no matter what I say," she predicts.

"I'm taking that as a yes," you say. "What do you think of true love?"

She stops for a moment. Just a quick one, then continues walking.

"I have nothing to say about true love. I'm sure people can find it, but it is nothing to worry about in high school."

By that answer alone you can tell that the Anderson sisters are very different from each other. Then again it was quite obvious from the moment you first saw her. Elsa ran away while Anna confronted you. But why is she talking now? Maybe she just wants your curiosity to be filled so you will go away? Or maybe she is bored.

As the two of you walk you really start to take in the detail of the school. You notice that each brick has a design that is completed by the other bricks around it. You want to look at them all!

"Maybe later," you think.

The two of you are about to reach the office when the bell goes off.

"Again, that was such a short time. Why?" you question aloud.

"It's the first day, so it's shorter. They will double tomorrow and all the days following," Elsa answers.

You didn't expect a response from her, but you took it. She began walking away from the office to her next class. She completely ignores the instructions to go to the office.

"Hey, what about the office?" you inquire.

"Once the bell rings the teachers have no control over you. So, thank you for slowing me down."

"That's why you talked to me" you say to yourself, not intending for her to hear.

She walks away and disappears into the crowd of students that poor out of the classes.

"She is something else," you say with a smirk.