A/N- Thanks to cynthash for all of your help. My prose or poetry aren't eloquent enough to portray my thanks.

*Trigger Warning, implied violence*

Chapter 6 *Anna's POV* 1 Week Later

I was walking down the hallway, or rather, running down the hallway. I had to get to my art class before the bell rung. I couldn't have anymore tardies, at least none on the record. My art teacher was lenient, but he'd told me that I couldn't be late anymore.

-Flashback-

"Anna can I talk to you?" I heard behind me as I was working on my painting.

"Sure Mr. Everstadt, whadda ya need?" I asked him.

"Anna, you know I've been very lenient with you on tardies, but the administration has begun to notice. You have to start getting here on time or the principal is going to have to step in."

"Alright, I'll try my best."

"Good Anna, that's all I could ever ask for." He smiled and walked away.

-End Flashback-

Art was my favorite class, no doubt. History was boring, just a bunch of dead white guys. Math was too complicated and I couldn't understand it. English was somewhat better in that regard, but my teacher had previously taught Elsa, and I wasn't living up to her expectations.

But what could you expect? Have you seen Elsa write? Not to mention I only write about stuff I actually care about, not a literary analysis of the ethical values of Charles Dickens' Tale of Two Cities. Yuck!

But I made it to my art class just in the nick of time.

Everyone had already started working as soon as they got there. Mr. Everstadt rarely cared for formal instruction and was more hands-on with the students. I pulled out my painting from the drying cabinet and sat at my easel.

I was drawing an ice queen. She had platinum gold hair, just like Elsa, but it was longer and in a braid. The Ice Queen was standing on top of a mountain, looking over her domain.

Class finished before I knew it and the final bell rung. Time to go home to madness. And I picked up my stuff and trudged to the door.

Just as I was reaching for the door handle, Mr. Everstadt called me over.

"Anna, could you come over to my desk please." He called

"Sure" I replied and walked over to his cluttered desk in the corner. He didn't use it for much, as he hardly graded anything and he walked around the class interacting with students for the entire class.

"Has something been going on at home?" He asked gently, "I've noticed you've been very distracted as of recent."

"Oh it's nothing, I've just been spacing out is all." I tried my best to come up with something. To tell you the truth, stuff has been going on at home. Dad has gotten very angry and temperamental. And Mom has been…well…gone? She doesn't say anything at dinner or to me anymore.

"You sure?" Mr. Everstadt questioned again.

"Absolutely."

"Alright, but if you need anything you know you can come to me?"

"I will." I affirmed.

He nodded and I walked to the door and exited the room. I put on my jacket and put in my ear buds. I turned on some music and began my walk home.

As I turned on the street corner to my house, I heard some yelling coming from just outside. I ran to the tree's that encircled our yard, and saw the scene that had played out.

The police cars and ambulance were parked in the driveway and the officers were trying to push my father into the back of the squad car. My mother was crying in the back of the ambulance while the EMTs tried to ask her questions.

I rushed over to my mother and shook her.

"Mom, what's going on?" She didn't reply and just started shaking her head. I turned to the EMT and asked him what was going on.

"Your father had tried to pull a gun on your mother, but one of your neighbors called 911 and the officers subdued him."

… I was shocked….I pulled out my phone and called Elsa.

I was sitting on the couch when my phone rang, idly watching television. I picked my phone up and answered it.

"Hello" I asked,

"Elsa, it's me, Anna," Could you please come home, Dad did something..." I didn't wait for anything else.

"I'll be right there." I ran to Kristoff's room and asked if I could borrow his truck, he said yes, and gave me his keys. I rushed out to his truck and drove straight to my old house. Now that I thought of it, it wasn't home anymore, not anymore.

I arrived at the scene, but the ambulance and police officers had left. Anna was just sitting on the steps, alone, and crying. I rushed over to her and wrapped her up into a hug.

*Sorry for the wait, personal issues, but I'll try and be a little bit more…..I'll just try to update more.*