💛Anna💛

I drive up to the elementary school and patiently wait behind all of the other cars. Since I don't have a job and Elsa is always busy after school, I have to be the one to pick up Olaf. Sure, it's not that much work, but it's so boring waiting in the car for him.

I turn up the volume on the radio, hoping to pass the time. Somedays, it feels like I'm trapped in some creepy timewarp and I have to stay in this line for years and years. 

"Hi, Anna." Olaf greets, hopping into the back of my car.

"Hi, Olaf. How was school?" I ask as I put the car back into drive. Slowly, I make my way out of the parking lot.

"Pretty good, I guess. I wish I was older though." He says, clicking on his seatbelt. 

"Trust me, you'll take that back when you are older," I mumble under my breath.

"No, I won't." He insists. "Older kids get to do everything. They also know everything, making me feel dumb."

"Did someone call you dumb at school, Olaf?" I ask, looking into the rearview mirror at him. I have never personally dealt with bullies, but I am definitely not going to sit around and listen to Olaf talk about them. He is my baby brother and I would do anything for him.

"Not really, I don't think." He says, tilting his head. "They just told me that I couldn't hear the joke because I wouldn't get it. It either means I'm too little or too dumb. Maybe both."

"It means neither of those things, Olaf." I respond, giving him a soft smile. "Sometimes kids can be a little mean and don't realize it. They probably just have an inside joke and it would take a lot of explaining for you to understand it."

"What's an inside joke?" He asks as we pull into the driveway.

"An inside joke just means that it's something only you and whoever else was there know about. Like how me and you laugh about Snowball falling off the balcony because we were the only ones there." I explain, turning off the car.

"Oh. I think I get it. Sorta." Olaf says, taking off his seatbelt. He opens his car door, rushing to the front door to get inside. Slowly, I grab my backpack and follow him. 

I close the door behind me and set my bag on the floor. It has been such a long day and all I want to do is take a nap. But, unfortunately, I already promised Olaf I'd--

"Anna! You need to come downstairs! You promised you'd play Legos with me yesterday!" He shouts.

I groan, dragging my hands down my face. "Olaf, I'm too big to play Legos anymore. Can't you invite one of your friends over here to play with you?" I ask, standing at the top of the stairs.

He stands at the bottom, holding some of his favorite characters in his hands. "They're not as fun as you. They don't understand my inside jokes like you do." He frowns, looking at his hands.

Though he claims that he doesn't know everything, he sure knows a lot about manipulation.

"Fine. But only for a little bit. I have homework I need to work on." I say before heading to the basement.

"Okay! Here, you have to be Captain America. I get to be Hulk, just like we always play." He says, quickly moving his pieces around so that everything is the exact same as it was the last time. I sit on the ground beside him. He has his Legos on the coffee table, giving him a nice spot to play.

"How come you never make Elsa play with you?" I ask, grabbing the character I always have to be.

"She does sometimes. I make her be Black Widow." He shrugs, continuing to set everything up. "But she's not as fun as you. You make funny jokes. I don't understand her jokes."

"Great. At least someone laughs at my jokes. At school, it's like I'm talking to ghosts." I say, twirling his character between my fingers.

Olaf laughs, grabbing his stomach. "That's silly, Anna. Ghosts aren't real."

I smile. Though I don't really like playing with his Legos, I do enjoy spending my time with Olaf. In the near future, I'll be leaving for college and he'll be all alone. I want to spend most of my time with him before it's too late. Before he turns into an antisocial teenager.

"Help me, Hulk! My grandpa frisbee is stuck in a tree!" I shout, moving Captain America around.

Olaf laughs. "Captain America, you aren't old! You were just frozen. And stop getting your shield stuck in trees! It's very annoying." He grins, grabbing the miniature shield for me. 

I force myself to play nice with Olaf for about half-hour. After that, I just can't take it anymore. You have to constantly keep your language in check and still come up with jokes a kid would enjoy. It's honestly so much work trying to keep him entertained.

"Alright, bud. I've had a lot of fun, but it's time for me to work on homework. You need to play by yourself for a little while." I say, beginning to stand up. 

"Oh fine. I guess I can play by myself until Mom and Dad get back." He replies, picking up his characters to play. I smile and quickly run back up the stairs. Olaf usually doesn't let me leave so easily.

Once I get to my room, the first thing I do is go on my phone. I know, lying to Olaf is really bad, but I need a break from school and children. 

As I scroll through my phone, a thought comes to my head. I think about Snapchat and how I exchanged usernames with Kristoff. I have to admit, he is pretty attractive, but he would never be into someone like me. 

I open the app and stare at his Bitmoji. I have an opportunity to actually make contact with him. But do I do it? I could get left on read and be totally embarrassed. Or we could start an actual conversation and hope that something happens. We could become great friends, or even more.

But before we can get to that point, someone's gotta make the first move. Someone's gotta send the first snap and take the risk. Unfortunately, I doubt it will be Kristoff. He's way too chill to send a snap to a girl like me. Hell, he's probably snapping hundreds of girls right now. I would just become another one of them!

I quickly double tap on him and open the camera. I snap a quick photo and put a filter on that actually makes me look attractive. I want to test the waters with him, so I quickly write, "Streaks" on the photo. I close my eyes and hit the send button.

I watch as the arrow turns to a deep red, signally that it is delivered. I let outa deep breath, my hands slightly shaking. Though it's just a photo, I'm afraid of how he will react. This is a first for me. I've never snapped boys I have crushes on.

But there's nothing more I can do now. The ball is in his court.

The question is, though, will he play this game with me?

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