This wasn't how Anna pictured the last day of her break to be. It was too early in the morning and there she was, physically and emotionally exhausted. She had wanted to relax, have a breather, and mull over things in her room.

Her brother had other plans.

"We're going to the studio," he said.

As the youngest sibling and the one he had asked for help, Anna was used to this. Specifically, she'd become used to his random decisions and being dragged along ever since 'Chelsea' appeared in their lives. Before, she didn't mind. But things were different now.

"The two of us?"

Hans grabbed the key to his car. "Yes."

"You said you went there a few days ago."

"My wedding is close, Anna." The reminder made her flinch. It was in less than a month and she could see that he was getting desperate. "If constantly going there will annoy them into talking, it's worth it."

"You know you can ask Se- Ms. Senya to play it, right? She can ask Chelsea for the notes."

"We went over this." Hans' normally cheerful attitude when talking about Chelsea was gone. "Senya is a talented musician, but that piece isn't something anyone can play the same way. I need that girl."

Reluctantly grabbing a scarf, she followed him to the garage. "What if she doesn't want to? Think about it, Hans. Maybe there's a reason why they don't want to tell us who she is."

"You're questioning this now?" Hans asked after closing the door. "I don't care if they have reasons, Anna. Someone who can play that good doesn't need to hide."

"But she is."

"I asked you for help, not discouragement." He buckled his seatbelt and started the engine. "I could've asked my people to gather information instead of you. It would have been easy."

That stung and left Anna feeling more than a little hurt. Of course, she knew that. Hans was influential. He could've found Chelsea with a simple order. Which begged the question: "Why didn't you?"

The gates opened and he released the breaks. Anna was about to accept that her question would go unanswered until he spoke, his voice less agitated. "If this was any other guy or girl, believe me, I would. But this is someone Senya knows and someone she's trying very hard to hide the identity of. I can't do that. This wedding wouldn't even be possible without her."

Her brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"She was the reason why Belle and I met."

"I... didn't know that."

"In any case, as much as I can easily get my hands on Chelsea's information, I don't want to play underhanded tricks on a friend. I owe her." Hans' eyes narrowed mischievously and he flashed a smirk. "Just not to a point I'll entirely give up on this search."

Anna wanted to roll her eyes. She hated it when her brother smirked. It only meant that he was confident about something, which was the case most of the time. Instead, she looked out the window and wondered what she was doing with her life. She wanted to tell him the truth as a sister, but she didn't want to as Elsa's friend.

"Are you losing hope?" Hans asked out of nowhere. "That we'll find her."

If only you knew. "No," Anna said. "It's just... What will you do if we can't find her before the wedding?"

"I admit I'm going to feel bad. Belle and I really hope she can play at the reception. But I'm going to keep looking. I'm not going to let that talent go unnoticed. "

Anna returned her gaze to the outside scenery, the familiar road filling her stomach with dread. What would she do once they reached the studio? No matter who was manning the front desk, she had grown close to them during the holidays. What if they acted familiar around her? She never told Hans about spending the holidays with them, only that she would spend it with Ariel in Corona, with Elsa—an important friend, as Meg put it—and her family.

"Good. It's open."

It was stupid that Anna hoped it wouldn't be. She knew it was wishful thinking. Olaf already went on a shoot the previous day with Rapunzel. They were back in business. At this point, she only hoped that the younger brunette didn't have a shoot. It would be easier to pretend if it was her at the front desk.

That wasn't the case.

Teals met with large icy blues, surprise flashing on both pairs. Oh no. Before Anna knew it, Hans was no longer by her side and storming off to the front desk, slamming his hands against it and startling the girl from the other side.

"Who are you?" Hans demanded. "Name? Age? What do you do here? Do you know Chelsea? Are you her? Can yo—"

Anna grabbed his elbow and pulled him away. "Hans!"

His breathing was labored due to the excitement and he was annoyed for being interrupted until he realized it was Anna who did. He blinked and relaxed, evening out his breaths. When she was certain he wouldn't lose it again, she let go and allowed him to fix his clothes.

Hans cleared his throat. "I'm sorry about that."

"I," Elsa paused when her eyes met Anna's again. "It's alright."

"Good."

Anna resisted the urge to facepalm. Her brother could be dense sometimes. She licked her lips and smiled apologetically at Elsa. "What are you doing here?"

"Helping out."

"Shouldn't you be resting? We came back yesterday."

"Everyone is busy and someone needs to be here." Elsa looked between the siblings and, after a pregnant pause, smiled. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"You know each other?" Hans asked, ignoring the question.

"Uh..." Anna scratched the back of her head. This was the worst case scenario and something she never even thought about. Elsa and Hans, in one room. She swallowed. "This is Elsa," she said, gesturing to the girl.

"The Elsa?"

Anna blushed when Elsa looked at her quizzically. "Yes."

"Well, why didn't you say so?!" A huge grin stretched on his face. "Hello, Elsa. I hope my sister is treating you well."

"Not funny," said sister grumbled, slapping his hand away when he attempted to ruffle her hair. She noticed Elsa unmoving, watching them. "Uhm, this is Hans. My... My brother."

The blonde tensed, her gaze lingering longer than necessary on Hans. A rock fell into the pits of Anna's stomach when questions spun around her head. What would Elsa do? What would she say? There was only one reason why they were there together, and if she had been informed by Olaf and Senya, she'd know.

"It's nice to meet you," Elsa said.

"The feeling is mutual." Hans leaned his elbow on the desk. "Thanks for taking care of little red here during the holidays."

"N-No, it was... it was the other way around."

"Really?" One of his thick eyebrows rose at this. "Oh well. What do you do here? I haven't seen you around before."

"Elsa's editing videos!" Anna blurted, and then backpedaled when she realized that her hasty response likely looked suspicious, "from time to time?"

Nodding, the blonde offered a genuine smile. "Yes. And coming here when no one else was available."

"You mostly work with Oliver, then." Hans straightened his back, showcasing their height differences. "Do you know someone by the name 'Chelsea'? I heard one of her music pieces and am really desperate to meet her."

"Hans," Anna raised her hand towards him and hesitated.

"I..." The pause made Anna uncomfortable. Her blood pounded in her ears as she waited for Elsa's continuation. Was she going to lie? To Anna's brother? Or was she going to admit it?

Just then, the bell chimed and the trio shifted their attention to the front doors. Olaf and Rapunzel were standing there, equipment on both their hands and some hanging on their shoulders. "Mr. Westergaard!" Olaf gasped.

"You know, I hate your timing sometimes," Hans groaned.

Rapunzel quickly dropped the equipment to the side and ran over to the front desk, flashing a look at Anna who was more than relieved to see them. Elsa and the brunette exchanged meaningful glances before the stiffness on Elsa's shoulders gradually loosened.

"I can't say I share the sentiment." Olaf placed the tripod on the side. "Please don't ask anyone in charge of the front desk. They know not to talk about Chelsea."

"I'm starting to hate you for Sen," Hans deadpanned.

"I'm glad you're not her brother then," the photographer chuckled.

"You do know I'm not going to stop coming here?"

"I don't think so. You'll get busier the closer the wedding comes."

"I can make time," Hans gestured to Anna, "and my sister can always come here."

Everyone turned to the female redhead. "If—" Anna coughed when her voice cracked. "If I feel like it."

"Right." The auburn haired guy rolled his eyes before taking note of the time. "Damn, I need to go. Anna, have Kjekk pick you up. I need to go to a meeting."

"A me- Nevermind. I'll take a cab."

"No. No cabs, Anna. We're paying Kjekk for a reason," Hans stated firmly. "Elsa?"

Anna instinctively stood straighter, ears attentive. She could feel the tension in the air, coming from everyone but Hans.

"Y-Yes?"

"Make yourself available next week, Sunday. Come over to our house. I'm curious about you."

"Wait, what?" Anna stuttered.

"Come on, Anna. Meg said she's an important friend of yours. It's been a long time since you introduced a friend to us. I want to know her better and I know that Meg and Mom would be happy."

"Tha—"

Hans glanced at his watch again. "I seriously need to go. I'll see you next week, Elsa! Oh, and Anna can give you the address."

The bell chimed as the door shut behind him and silence filled the room. Why did Hans have to leave her in this situation? Anna gulped as quietly as she could and turned around. Neither Olaf nor Rapunzel could meet her gaze.

"Uhm," Rapunzel began. "I'm going to set up the lights."

"Wha- Wait, Rapz!" Olaf scrambled to get the equipment they had just brought in and ran towards the room his assistant disappeared to.

Anna wanted to pull on her hair, frustrated that this had to happen. She sighed and faced Elsa. "Sorry about him."

"No, it's alright. He's... quite colorful."

The term made her chuckle. "Yeah, at times." Silence. "You can just ignore him. The offer came out of nowhere."

"What did he mean by 'important friend'?"

Anna's jaw unhinged, heat quickly rising to her head at the tilt of Elsa's own. "My sister. I told her about you the first time I slept at your house. They were curious where I stayed."

"I... I see."

"You don't have to go if you don't want to. They'll get over it."

"Can I think about it?"

"Great! I'm sorry if- Wait," Anna paused. "You're going to think about it?"

"Your brother went out of his way to invite me. It would be rude not to think about it just because it makes me uncomfortable."

A voice in the back of her head wondered if there was a hidden meaning behind Elsa's excuse. Was she uncomfortable with meeting Anna's family because Anna had feelings for her? Or was it because she was being invited by the guy she had been trying to avoid? These made Anna worry. She would respect whatever decision Elsa decided on, but until then, she could only wait.

"O-Okay."

'I hope to hold you in my embrace

I want to know you're here

And if the world turns against me

Stay by my side and let's break free'

"Rough day?"

Hearing the satisfying click of the seatbelt, Elsa sagged on her seat. "A little."

"You have new clients?" Marshall asked, driving towards their house.

"Senya's senior in university stopped by. He's a client. Asked about a music piece."

"Music piece?"

"Something Olaf used for a video. He wanted to know who made it."

"Doesn't Senya write the scores for them?"

"Yes." Elsa placed her chin on her loosely curled fingers. "Except that." She could feel him glance at her through the side mirror, alternating between watching the road and watching her. "One of my pieces slipped in."

"Oh," he said. "You're going back to music?"

"It was a piece I wrote over a year ago for everyone as thanks. The client wants it to be played at his wedding."

Elsa could feel his eyes boring into her. "He's asking you to play it?"

"He doesn't know I was the one who wrote it. Olaf and Sen told him my real name. They said he's been looking for me since he first heard it."

"That's a devoted fan. Why not tell him?"

"He's a music producer."

"Wow." His finger tapped against the steering wheel. "He wants to offer you a break?" Elsa merely grunted, unsure herself as to why Hans was obsessed with her. "Why not take it?"

"I haven't touched the piano in years. I can't look at it without even remembering about—" She stopped and took a deep breath. "I don't know, Mars."

He turned a corner and the playground appeared into view. "Is that it? If you're worried about Mom and Dad, you can tell them and see what they think."

Elsa closed her eyes and leaned her head on the seat. "That's easier said than done."

"You're having dinner with us tonight. You were freaking out about it when I told you yesterday, but here you are."

"That's different."

Marshall hummed and turned around the last corner that would lead to their house. "If you don't want to talk to them about it, fine. I'm just glad you agreed to come over. I would've been happier if you moved in again, but let's take this one step at a time."

The gates to their garage opened and Marshall placed the car inside. It was when the engine turned off that it truly hit Elsa; she was back in their house, about to have dinner with her family. Just the four of them. After 2 months. Cold seeped into her fingers in no time and every breath she took stung in her chest.

"Come on, let's get inside. It's warmer." Marshall clicked his key, waited until the beeping sound stopped, and dragged Elsa inside the house. "Mom, Dad!"

There was a loud sound of a chair scraping along the floor and heavy footsteps getting louder by the second. Elsa stood still when her parents reached the living room and their eyes locked on her.

"Elsa!"

Firm, warm arms wrapped around Elsa as she was sandwiched by her parents. It took a full second before she realized that it was real, and she raised her arms awkwardly in hopes to return the gesture. She ended up merely patting their arms. When they released her, she was nearly blinded by the bright grins on their faces.

"You came!"

"Y-Yeah," she said shyly.

Her mother gently took her hand. "The food is ready. Change into your slippers, okay?" She glanced at Marshall. "Both of you."

After their parents disappeared into the dining room, the siblings did as they were told and picked up their own slippers. Elsa, having the things she normally wore in Olaf's apartment, was surprised to see a new pair of cozy snowman slippers. She asked Marshall about it and was simply answered with a shrug.

"How was your day, Elsa?" King asked while pouring water into his glass.

"It was alright." Elsa's fingers curled around the edges of her sweater as her mother offered her juice. She needed to get used to this. "I was in the studio today."

"Oh." There was a split second where it looked like Queenie was going to comment about it. "How was it?"

Disappointed and relieved at the same time, Elsa glanced at her brother. Marshall was eating mashed potato with leisure while watching them interact, and a smirk that clearly meant 'I told you so' was on his lips.

Elsa cleared her throat. "It was... interesting."

It was surprising how telling them about her day went by with ease. She didn't mention anything she told Marshall and stuck to the afternoon details. She told them about how Olaf helped her get familiarized with different lights and how Rapunzel almost spilled her hot chocolate on a camera she was working on. She was surprised that they asked about how Senya was doing, knowing that she was in charge of the musical scores, but answered without hesitation that she was extremely busy.

"Good for them," King said. "I was surprised to hear some of my co-workers mentioning their studio. They're getting more popular."

"They're trying to get themselves known. For now, they have a picky client. Senya said that if they can get the approval of that guy, they can get anyone's."

Sometimes, Elsa couldn't help wondering if they were telling her the truth. She knew that Hans was talented, but was he seriously that influential?

Not everyone can rent an entire cruise ship.

Her hands lowered on the table with cutlery on each of them as a realization hit her. Half a year of knowing that Anna was the cruise-ship-guy's sister and she didn't even wonder about their background...

Who are they?

"Elsa?" Queenie called. "What's wrong?"

"What? Nothing. I... I just remembered I also need to help with that."

"The client?"

Sighing, Elsa took a sip of the orange juice she accepted earlier. "Yes."

Everyone waited for a continuation that never came.

It was painfully obvious with their worried glances but Elsa was glad that none of them asked for further details. Her mind was a mess. With everything that went on during the vacation, she had forgotten who Anna was, other than a simple high school girl. Meeting Hans for the first time and being randomly invited over for a visit to their home was a huge reality slap. A reminder that Anna was Hans' sister.

And that Elsa was practically deceiving her.

Two weeks before vacation, the students began treating her normally. An individual who was more than being Marshall's little sister. She had two weeks to adjust to it. Now, after two weeks of vacation, she was back and as uncomfortable as ever. The smiles and greetings that were sent her way, even the discreet winks of guys she didn't have names for, made her uneasy.

"What's the commotion about?" Rapunzel asked, glancing around the place to see a bunch of students murmuring amongst themselves. She followed their line of sight. "Oh."

Elsa had been lost in thought that she didn't notice someone was leaning on her locker until Rapunzel's furious gaze drew her attention to it.

Aladdin?

The guy's shoulders fell when he caught sight of them and he pushed himself off the lined up compartments. His posture was rigid, as though he was forcing himself not to leave. Elsa heard an exasperated growl by her side and instinctively grabbed a raging brunette's elbow.

"What?" Rapunzel hissed.

"It's okay. He won't do anything."

"How can you be sure? He's... He's a friend of that woman!"

"He's also the one who admitted everything to the Principal. We were suspended, but so were they."

"That's- He still hurt you."

Aladdin fidgeted on his feet and stared at the ground. They weren't being subtle with the conversation.

Elsa sighed. "He didn't. He didn't hurt me, Rapz."

Seeing the brunette about to retort, Elsa hardened her face. She didn't want this guy to run away from her because she also had questions that needed answering. Rapunzel visibly deflated and allowed Elsa to move closer until she was standing in front of him.

"Hi."

"Hey." Aladdin rubbed the back of his neck. "How's the vacation?"

"Go straight to the point," Rapunzel intervened. "Why are you in front of Elsa's locker? Is it another prank? Listen, if you—"

"I'm sorry."

Rapunzel's finger, raised from her upcoming warning, hang in midair at his words. It was softly spoken and full of shame that it left both girls speechless.

"I'm sorry for everything that I did," he continued.

"Sor—"

"You should apologize to Ariel," Elsa's voice rose above Rapunzel's outburst. "I heard you've been tormenting her for more than a year."

"I did. A few minutes ago, actually. She was with Mars."

Rapunzel's jaw slackened. "Are you serious?"

Rather than verbally respond, Aladdin gestured to somewhere behind them. Marshall and Ariel stood outside an open classroom where they were watching the scene unfold. Ariel gently waved at them while Marshall remained impassive, his arms folded over his chest.

"I wanted to talk to you alone," Aladdin explained. "I won't get a word in if there are many of you to talk to at once, I think. It never worked when I tried before."

"Why now?" Rapunzel asked.

He chuckled dryly. "I don't know. Maybe because I was guilty. Hurting Marshall's girlfriend was one thing, but to do it to his siste—"

"Wait," Elsa raised a hand. "Girlfriend? You mean Ariel?"

"Who else?" He smiled. "It may not look like it, but Marshall is my friend."

Mind whirling as the information sank in, Elsa chanced a glance at Rapunzel. The brunette's angry frown was replaced with confusion and surprise. Giving in to the voices in her head, Elsa said, "I thought so. When I was called to the old school building, you were the only one who didn't hurt me."

"Wait, you're accepting it? Just like that?" Rapunzel asked incredulously. "He's a part of them!"

"Was." Aladdin ignored the glare directed his way. "But Rapunzel has a point. You're too kind, Elsa. I'm glad that you believe me, but I hope you won't do this all the time. People might take advantage of you because of that."

"I know that better than anyone," Elsa promised. "Thank you for taking my side then."

He shook his head. "Don't thank me. I didn't stop them either."

"Then I forgive you."

It was easy to see how much those words meant to him. Elsa had never seen anyone look so grateful and appreciative when being given a chance before, and it made her realize he wasn't entirely a bad guy.

"That was unexpected," Rapunzel said once Aladdin left. "I didn't think our first day after vacation would start like that."

Placing her extra books in her locker and shutting it close, Elsa rested her palm against the cold metal and let her mind wander.

Frankly, in Vanessa's group, the only person she wanted to hear an apology and explanation from was her brother. As a girl who grew up being surrounded by bullies, she had accepted that she would never understand their motives. That was why it surprised her to hear an apology from Aladdin. In her mind, she wondered if Cindy's childhood bullies grew up to be the same as him: owning up to their mistakes, apologizing, and knowing what they did wrong.

If only those things happened while Cindy was alive.

Anna couldn't believe she overslept. Thinking about Elsa's answer prevented her from sleeping early, the different scenarios dancing inside her head and keeping her up. What would happen if Elsa decided to come? Would it be better if she didn't? Of course. It would save both of them the pressure, even if it meant that her family would be disappointed.

"Hnrg!"

Rubbing her face with unladylike grace, she ran from her car to the front doors of the school. Her hair flowed freely behind her as she did and the cold rush of air made her cheeks numb. She had ten minutes before the bell rang, but she hated chasing after time.

"Oof!"

Anna groaned when her butt hit the floor after bumping into someone. The other person, female judging by the opposing 'oof', lifted herself up and rubbed her forehead.

"Sorry!" Anna gushed and fumbled for their personal belongings. After making sure their things weren't mixed up, she handed over the girl's. "Here. I'm sorry, I—"

The rest of her words died when she had a closer look at the person. There was an underlying hint of shock from their collision swirling inside the brunette's dark pools. Anna wanted to stand, to yell and scream when she realized who it was. Anything. Her body decided for her, and the things on her hand dropped with a resounding noise as they slipped off her fingers.

"Anna?"

With a jolt, Anna turned around. Elsa was walking over to her, starting out slowly until she was running and sliding on the floor to kneel by her side.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah," Anna croaked.

Something inside her stirred and did a tiny flutter when Elsa's breath brushed against her cheek when she sighed. Elsa looked at the girl who was sitting across them. The air had shifted uncomfortably when they gave each other the silent treatment. Anna, finding comfort in the blonde's presence, noticed the protective arm wrapping around her shoulders.

Her heart jumped.

Then, there was a low huff. The brunette picked her books up, adjusted her glasses, and walked away without saying a word.

"Was that...?"

"Vanessa."

Elsa's fingers squeezed against her shoulder. "Why is she- What is she playing at?"

The confusion on her face was adorable that the tightness on Anna's throat dissipated. She could understand why Elsa was lost. Contrary to what the blonde was accustomed to, Vanessa was wearing glasses and plain clothes the exact opposite of the fashionable outfits she used to wear before vacation.

"Are you okay? Did she hurt you?"

Anna smiled and shook her head. "I'm fine." She grabbed her books from the floor. "She didn't say anything this time."

Elsa looked skeptical as she mindlessly carried some of Anna's books. "Shouldn't you put some of these in your locker?" she mumbled before standing up. "I thought something happened because you were on the floor."

"I was running late and bumped into her."

"Late?" Elsa glanced at the digital clock down the hall. "There's still time before the first bell."

"I always arrive half an hour before the first period." Anna reached to her hair and frowned at the tips. "I slept through my alarm and couldn't even tie my hair before leaving."

"I think it looks nice. Even the stray hair."

"W-What?"

Carefully holding the books with one hand, Elsa used her free hand to pat Anna on the head. "There, better. We can take these to your locker before class."

"It's fine," Anna croaked, blushing at the random pat. "I'll do it during lunch. I'm going to take them to the classroom and tie my hair."

"I think you should leave it. It suits you."

"Really?"

"Mhm." Elsa's grin was small, but it was almost... affectionate? "It's cold. Your hair can keep your neck warm."

"I... guess."

Nodding, Elsa held the books with both hands. "Locker?"

Surrendering to the unusual but welcomed doting, Anna led Elsa to her locker. She hesitated, dreading what she would see inside. She was expecting something to be there, something to do with a prank or an insult. Every morning, since her early years in this school, there would be one in her locker. That was fine; she was no stranger to it. If she knew Elsa well though, she'd know that the blonde wouldn't let it slide.

Elsa tilted her head. "Anna?"

Holding her breath, she put in the passcode and reluctantly opened it up. What she saw left her stunned.

There was nothing.

"We should hurry. The bell's about to ring."

"R-Right." Anna placed some of her belongings in that little space and Elsa handed over the other books. "Thanks."

"Sure."

Right after the assurance, Elsa fiddled with her fingers. Anna immediately noticed the old habit come back to life and didn't waste any time asking "What's wrong?"

Jumping and eyes wide and frantic, Elsa inhaled sharply. "I thought about it."

"About?"

"The coming weekend."

Oh. "Okay?" Anna urged despite the funny twist in her stomach upon seeing Elsa wringing her hands in front of her chest. "You know you don't have to, right?" The blonde's fidgeting ceased and her shiny blue eyes pierced at hers. It lasted for a few seconds until Anna gave in and admitted: "I do want you to come. I want to introduce you to my family because you're special to me. But it's also because of that that I don't want to force you."

"You... Why are you...?" Another pause and Anna began to worry. Elsa shook her head. "Can you give me your address?"

"W-What?"

"I'm going."

"Els- Are you sure?" Anna closed her locker. "You're not guilty, are you? If you're just going because I want you to be there, I'm telling you, it's fine."

"I admit that's one of the reasons why. But you've already met my family, Anna. I want to meet yours, too."

And that was it.

Elsa knew how desperate Hans was to find Chelsea and, despite that, was willing to meet with him again. Anna was concerned. However, the sheer happiness of hearing from Elsa herself that she wanted to meet her family overrode everything else at the time.

I chose Belle as Hans' fiancee as a tribute to my first multi-chaptered fic, Rule Number Five. As for Silhouette... I'd say we're around the 75% mark.

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