Help. I needed it- a normal job, some money even, or simply moral support...

I didn't need to be a meth cook. In fact, that was probably the last thing I needed. Olaf's offering was completely absurd. I couldn't accept it.

But I did.

"You're insane."

"No, really! This could work, I promise!"

"And what makes you think that?"

"I don't know, I've watched all of Breaking Bad? Look, you just be Walt, and I'll be Jesse."

Olaf laughed. "No," he started. "Breaking Bad is a tv show, alright? If you want to not get arrested within a week you're gonna have to get rid of the idea that either of us are like Walter White or Jesse Pinkman here."

Elsa pouted.

If I'm gonna be a meth cook, can't I at least try to have some fun?

"Now, I'm not really much of a meth expert, but I know people. There's a guy-"

"What do you mean you know people?" Elsa asked, somewhat condescendingly.

"I used to sell cocaine," Olaf said. He stopped and giggled a bit before finishing his thought. "They called me the snowman."

Elsa busted up laughing.

"Shut up!" Olaf said, playfully hitting the girl on the shoulder. "It was a really clever nickname, ok?"

"Yeah, sure, snowman," Elsa said, still laughing. "What's my nickname gonna be? Ice queen?"

Olaf's face lit up. "That is seriously perfect!" he said before he too started to laugh.

After a while the two calmed down, but neither spoke up immediately.

"Ya know," Olaf began, his tone now serious, "you sure have pulled a 180 from back at school, crying like that."

"It's been three hours."

"Yea, I know, it's just that… I don't know. You seemed like you'd never be able to laugh or smile again in your life," Olaf said, adding a half-hearted giggle to lighten the mood. He knew he was treading a bit heavy for the occasion.

"I guess it's just the whole idea of doing something this illegal. I feel rebellious," Elsa said. She smiled slightly after she finished, one corner of her mouth rising higher than the other in a lopsided smirk.

The duo fell silent. Somewhere in another room a clock ticked softly.

Eventually Elsa spoke up. "So… How do we proceed?" she asked, somewhat humourously.

"Well," Olaf began, "as I was saying, I don't know jack shit about cooking meth, so you're gonna have to find someone to show you how it's-"

"Wait, you can't be serious! You expect me to just go around asking people if they can teach me how to cook meth?" Elsa asked, concerned.

"Not exactly, but… sort of." Olaf said. Elsa rolled her eyes. "I know a few people that are in the business, I just don't know if they're willing to teach," he continued.

"So why don't you ask them yourself?" Elsa asked.

"Because…" Olaf began. He groaned when he realised he couldn't come up with a good answer to the girl's question. "That's just… These guys… It wouldn't work, alright?" he said. "Trust me, they won't snitch or anything."

Well that's comforting.

Elsa sighed. "Alright, whatever," she said, unsatisfied with the task she now faced. Finding someone to teach her to make and sell illegal drugs wasn't exactly her forte.

"Okay, cool," Olaf said. "I'll get together a list of the guys I know that might be able to help." He waited for Elsa's response, but the girl said nothing, so he went off to fetch a piece of paper.

Suddenly, the world came crashing down on the blonde. She finally realised what she was doing. She wanted to run out of the boy's house and never see him again, but she didn't. She wanted to tell him she changed her mind about cooking meth, but she didn't. She wanted to go back in time, change her past, make it so her parents never died. So Hans never became their therapist.

But she couldn't.

"Alright," Olaf said, walking back into the room. "Here ya go." He handed the girl the note, a piece of printer paper sloppily torn on two sides.

There were three names on the list: John W, Alex C, and Tucker C.

"Um, do you have anything other than initials for me to work with?" Elsa asked, unsatisfied with the note.

"Nah," Olaf said. "I don't remember their last names, but I know that's what they start with."

Elsa sighed.

I'll bet there's more than one Alex C. at our school, Olaf.

"Why don't you just lighten the hell up, and go find one of these guys tomorrow?" Olaf said.

"Where do I look?" Elsa asked.

"I don't know, ask around," Olaf replied. "Here," he said, grabbing the paper. "Look at this, John W. Why don't you just ask someone if they know where he hangs out after school?"

This just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?

"Look, alright, I'm not setting you up to get in trouble, so lighten the hell up," Olaf said. "I mean, there's hardly a thousand people at our school, so I don't think you'll end up with the wrong guy or something."

You don't think.

Elsa began: "Ya know, I think-"

"You do need the money, right?" Olaf said, cutting the girl off.

Elsa stared in silence at the boy. He was right.

"Yeah…" Elsa said.

"Then get on with it."

"Anna, do you know anyone named John W?"

"Hm?" Anna said through a mouthful of ramen.

"You know anyone named John W?" Elsa repeated.

"Nah," Anna replied, her voice still muffled by the noodles. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, uh, nothing," Elsa said. Obviously she couldn't tell her sister the truth.

Anna didn't reply. Instead she continued gorging on ramen.

Thank god she isn't being persistent.

Elsa hesitated slightly, expecting Anna to say something, but when the redhead failed to speak, Elsa went back to eating her own ramen, at a much less feverish pace than her sister.

The two didn't speak for the rest of their dinner, which lasted only five more minutes. Anna finished first, naturally.

After discarding her paper bowl and placing her silverware in the sink, the redhead walked back into the dining room and sat back down at her seat. She sat silently for a few seconds. "Hey, Elsa," she finally said.

"Hm?" the older sibling responded.

"I wrote something on piano," Anna said, matter-of-factly. "Wanna hear it?"

"Sure," Elsa said.

Anna paused for a second, as if her sister's response had caught her by surprise. She then jumped out of her seat and ran over to the piano, hurriedly uncovering the keys and sitting on the old wooden bench. "Ready?" she asked, waiting for her sister's response.

"Yea, go," Elsa said, already watching her intently.

"Alright," Anna said. She quickly placed her hands atop the keys and began her song.

The song she played was unlike anything Elsa had heard her play before- this was incredibly jazzy. It was very atonal, consisting almost entirely of chromatic passages. The chords didn't fit together at all, and, according to traditional music theory, it should've sounded horrible.

It didn't, though. The whole piece was strangely relaxing, and, despite how unharmonious the chords chosen were, it didn't strain the blonde's ears.

The song lasted merely thirty seconds, but Elsa was genuinely impressed. The redheaded girl beamed with pride when she caught sight of Elsa's astonished expression.

"So," Anna began, "do you like it?"

"Like it?" Elsa replied. "I love it!"

Anna blushed. It was rare that her sister actually showed some interest in Anna's music.

"One thing though," Elsa said, raising her index finger as confirmation that she had said one, "the part where you do the triplets or whatever, you're not doing anything with your left hand."

"Yeah, I know. I didn't know what to do there," Anna admitted.

"Well, here," Elsa said, rising from her seat. She walked over to the piano. "What are you playing there?"

"Just fourths, going up chromatically," the younger sister replied.

"Then why don't you play fourths in your left hand?" Elsa suggested. "You could just play them as chords though instead of triplets."

"The same notes?" Anna asked.

"Um… I don't know," Elsa replied. "Yeah, try it with the same notes."

"Alright," Anna said. She then played the passage, adding the chords with her left hand. She played it much slower, and she made more than a few mistakes this time.

"Eh…" Elsa said. "Drop it a… minor third? Yea, try that," she said.

Anna tried to play it as requested, but it was incredibly difficult. She hardly made it through the phrase.

"Jeez," she said, "why don't you go easy on me?"

"You're the one that wrote a modern jazz piece," Elsa teased. "That sounded amazing, by the way."

"Of course it did," Anna said, upset at her inability to play what her sister had requested.

"Hey, don't get upset," Elsa said. "Just keep working at it and you'll get it."

"Sure I will," Anna said sarcastically.

It took the redhead over three hours, but indeed she did figure out how to play the passage to perfection, just as Elsa had predicted. The blonde girl was lying on her bed upstairs, listening to music and utilizing various apps on her phone when Anna burst through the door. The sudden scare caused Elsa to drop her phone, ripping her headphones out of her ears.

"I figured it out!" Anna exclaimed.

"Huh?" Elsa began. "You scared the shit out of me, Anna."

"Oh, sorry," Anna said, now realising what she had done. "Anyways, I figured out the thing on piano that you showed me! Come on!" she said, running out of Elsa's room.

Elsa groaned as the energetic redhead ran down the stairs, but eventually she got out of bed and went down the stairs as well, finding her sister already sitting at the piano waiting for her arrival. Elsa made her way to the piano and stood to the left of Anna.

"Tell me when to start," Anna said.

"Go ahead," Elsa replied.

Anna played the passage without hesitation, and she played it perfectly. It only lasted a few seconds, though, so she then played the entire song for her sister. Once finished she looked directly into Elsa's eyes, patiently await her response.

"See?" Elsa said. "I knew you could do it. Doesn't that sound better?"

"Yeah!" Anna agreed. She then replace the lid over the keys of the piano, rose from the bench,jumped over the back of the couch directly behind her, and turned on the tv. Elsa laughed under her breath at her sister's antics. She herself then walked around to join Anna on the couch, turning off the only illuminated light in the room.

Elsa sat a few feet away from Anna, but the redhead pulled her in close to her. At first Elsa resisted, but eventually she relaxed, allowing her head to rest against her younger sister's shoulder.

"I love you, Elsa," Anna said after a minute or so.

"I love you, too, Anna," Elsa replied.

More than words could ever say.

The two girls remained in this position for the entire night, eventually falling asleep together after Anna had shut off the tv sometime around midnight.

A/N You guys have been through a lot of feels already, so here's some Elsanna fluff for yall. AND, as promised, we're finally getting to the meth! I don't know about you guys, but I'm pretty damn excited! Anyways, it feels good to be back on schedule with writing this, and I can't wait to get to chapter 10. That's a pretty huge milestone for me. By the way, don't expect things to stay happy like this. It's gonna get sad again real quick, so be prepared for feels. Until then,

Happy reading,

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