A/N: Deleted this chapter to add some new dialogues, scenes, and rephrase some sentences. Re-read it, if necessary.

"What are you doing?"

"Playing with you, babe."

"Playing…?"

I crossed my legs, arms propped on my lap. Ocean blue eyes blackened and I stared at her blankly, enjoying the view of a beautiful body of a very beautiful brunette, sitting on my desk. Clothes were thrown on the floor and she was left with just a flimsy cloth, covering her most intimate part. I shivered, licking my lips as my eyes traveled up her crossed naked legs to her slender waists and toned abdomen.

Gulping, my heart quickened its pace and my intent was clear. I'll make her scream—

"Elsa." Giggles. I was looking directly at her, her foot propped under my chin. "Eyes up here, babe," she whispered and I grinned.

"Are you teasing me?"

She shrugged. "I am supposed to, right, Elsa? I am your—"

"Dominant."

"—Mistress."

Unbelievable. Laughing, I looked at her lips, fingers twitched. I wanted her. Badly. "Mistress, hm... Well, my… wonderful, darling… Mistress," I looked up to her glimmering eyes, my playful grin melting and I craved for her touch, "What have you done to me…?" I grabbed her ankle, kissing it softly, melting her with my warm breath, yet… she did not moan. She didn't move, letting my lips worship her, kissing and breathing its way up to her inner thigh and I pulled in close to her. Her scent was close and I sighed, breathing her in.

There was that giggle again, her light touch trailing down my neck. Suddenly she grabbed my jaw, her eyes caught my gaze. My mouth had gone dry, my mind blank. I wanted more of her sweet, sweet taste. Oh what a tease…

"On your knees," she demanded, her tone clear and smooth. I smirked, unmoved and I leaned close to her, biting my lips. Her breath smelled like chocolate and oh, it was tempting to push her down, and ravage her like an animal in hunger.

Chuckling lowly, I grabbed her legs, propping them to my sides. Biting my lips, I breathed to her, "Make me."

She grabbed my jaw, pulling me in. I held my breath, chills running my spine as I watched her eyes going blank. She'd changed and I was unable to remove my eyes from hers. I gripped onto her legs, feeling her lips brush against mine, breathing tickling my cheek. It was growing too hot.

"On. Your. Knees. Elsa Snow."

I swallowed, looking at her lips perking up into a sly grin, fingers gliding down my neck. She grabbed me by my tie, pulling me into a deep kiss, filled with lust and addiction. I gave in, groaning loudly as I placed my palm on her cheek, wanting more of that sweet, sweet tongue—She pulled away fast, leaving me craving for more. I stared down at her breasts, blue eyes turning black. "Belle…"

Spreading her legs even more, my eyes were drawn to the trickling of her sweat, running down her chest to her stomach. I licked my lips, eyes meeting her wetness. "Do I have to repeat myself?" she whispered, a hand gripping onto my locks of hair, tilting my head up. I let out a soft sigh, hands on her thighs.

"Well?"

Realizing I could not escape, I shook my head. "No," I breathed, and I felt like my body would burst.

"What are you going to do then?" She let go of my hair and it was impossible to stop staring at her body as if it was the first time I have ever seen it. Slowly, I pushed her legs apart, palms greedily running themselves up her thighs, thumbs caressing the inner parts. I hooked my fingers on her panties and I forced my eyes on hers, leaning in slowly for a kiss.

"What did I just say, babe?" she muttered, lips pressed against mine softly. I shivered, looking at her, wanting her. Slowly, kissing her lips… her neck… her chest… I looked up, seeing her cold dark eyes on mine. She wanted my answer…

I licked my lip. "I'll get on my knees."

"And what?" I looked at her, lust clouding my mind.

"And I'll please you."

She grinned, hands running through my fringes. "Good girl."

The day was warm, winds breezing through the hot air. It was a nice day out, kids playing and running left to right. I was on the ground, weeping like a baby with a group of boys surrounding me. Why were they always bothering me, I had no idea. Why weren't the parents stopping them? I cried hard, unable to call for help—I believed that I was a strong girl, I didn't need help. Nevertheless, I got it anyway.

"Stop!"

I turned, hugging my violin tightly to see a little girl with her arms crossed and cheeks puffed into a pout. "Leave her alone!" She walked towards me and now she was in front of me. Her posture was straight and she looked-

Well, staring at her back, she looked as if she was radiating light. Her eyes were flashing with confidence and I was simply in awe. What a strange girl.

Hans and his brothers stayed quiet, startled. "Wait, what...?"

The girl took a huge breath, chest heaving out. "I said, leave her alone! Stop throwing her things!"

Her screaming was obnoxious, making me grimace. But I needed her... whoever she was. She looked no more than a five or six year old.

Looking past her, his brothers were laughing and Hans (was that his name?) just stared, astonished.

"God you're funny. Hans what are you doing, take that violin!" One of his brothers laughed, pushing him towards us even more and I whimpered. Frightened tears threatened to escape, and I looked at him, almost pleadingly. My voice was caught up my throat and I had no strength to say the words I wanted to say. I hugged my violin for its dear life. Will I be okay?

She looked at me and I caught her teal eyes, shiny and bright. How beautiful,

"H-Hey stop pushing me, why don't you do it if you want to destroy her things so badly?"

The girl gasped. "How dare you?!"

Hans looked at her, gulping. I tilted my head, looking at him strangely. Oh indeed, he was acting strange. "Get out, this is none of your business."

She frowned, hardly moving an inch. "You have to get through me first."

With my shaking fingers, I grabbed the corner of her shirt and tugged gently. My hands shook and I felt like I'd faint any second now.

"N-No please... I-it's fine—"

She turned to me and I felt small. Her eyes were blazing with fire and confidence, I was overwhelmed. I backed down like a frightened puppy. Suddenly, I had forgotten what happened. Where was Pabbie when I needed him?

"Snowflake, it is not!" She stomped her foot on the ground and I whimpered, frightened. I was at the verge of apologizing.

Hans' brothers rolled their eyes and the redhead in front of us just watched us. "Come on, Hans ignore her, you've always hated that stupid blonde girl right? Always showing off and looking at that girl like she's her little crush. Disgusting."

Hans glared at me, blinking away his fear. "Y-Yeah. Yeah, leave, this is none of your business!" He grabbed the girl just as she turned to him, screaming and kicking him with all her might.

"Don't touch her, you big bully!" But she was too short, too little. No, she was too weak!

I stared at them, completely dumbfounded, speechless, scared —

And suddenly, she kicked him on the shin and he hissed, his brothers coming over to me, taking my arms. They held me down, taking an advantage of

"Come on, give me that violin, I'm doing my brother a favor here."

"N-No, please... please s-stop."

I heard a loud metal clank and we all paused, everything gone silent. Parents became quiet and stared at us - at the girl, laying on the ground, head against the metal bar of the monkey bar. She laid there lifeless, and we stared, silently. I stared at Hans and he stared back at me. He looked so cowardly, an idiot,

"I-It was an accident—"

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, touching my sister like that?"

Ah that voice. Jack!

I turned, suddenly glad and smiling as I saw him by the entrance, hoisting his keyboard up over his shoulder. I felt arms being let go of me and I sighed in relief, quickly getting up.

"J-Jackie..."

"Shit..." One of the older brothers muttered.

My brother came over to me, keeping an eye at the boys. "Hey sis—Whoa!"

Relieved, I pounced on him, giving a tight hug, weeping like a baby. I pressed my face against his shirt, wetting it with my tears, but I did not care.

"Jackieeeee~"

He grinned, patting my head and quickly his expression changed, looking at the group of boys. And the girl… who was she? No, I knew who she was. I'd just… I never had the confidence to ask her to be my friend.

"What the fuck did you do to my sister and her friend?" Jack hugged me protectively and I managed to open an eye, seeing the confident and proud, nasty boys from before turn into weak and scared to death boys.

"N-Nothing, i-it was just a little joke. R-Right guys?" The brothers nodded at Hans' words. I looked at Jack and how looked back at me. Oh no. And for the first time, I feared for the boys and what'd happen them.

"Joke..." He turned to them, eyes ice cold. "Breaking my sister's stuff…" He looked down to one of the boys' hand. "Taking her violin… You think it's a joke?"

"U-Um…"

Slowly he removed my arms and patted my head before going to the girl, observing her. Her eyes were closed and he shook her, eyes still watching them. "Hey, hey, you okay?" And, as if a miracle happened, she let out a groan and opened her eyes. I stood far from them, putting my hands together. There was no stopping my brother.

But with his gentle self, he smiled sweetly, looking at the girl. "You okay? You've got a big bruise—"

"I'm… I'm fine!" She pushed him away, wanting to get up but only managed to wobble and fall back down on the ground. He watched her, holding her as she tried getting up over and over again, only to end up falling. She groaned, grabbing her head. And as if she was a newborn, she fell back into Jack's arms.

"I-It hurts…"

"Hey, it's okay, just take it slowly," Jack said the only words that I did not have the courage to say. I was only a crybaby and way too shy.

Surprisingly, Hans stepped in, walking towards him, his legs shaking. "H-Hey, I-I'm sorry—"

"Get out. You did this to her?" He held the girl tight in his arms and I walked up to my brother, getting behind him. He'd protect me and I felt safe being with him.

Hans gulped. "Y-Yes—"

"Go, before I call your parents over. Give me that violin." And immediately, they listened and handed him my violin and bow, running away quickly. But Hans… oh Hans, just stared at us, walking back slowly. I tilted my head. No, he was looking at Anna and she was staring right at him.

"I'm sorry…" he whispered, but I knew, they couldn't hear it. What was that about?

"Hey, what's your name?" Jack asked. "My name's Jack, you can call me Jackie. This is my little sister, Elsa."

"A-Anna… and this hurts…"

He grinned, grabbing her hand from touching it. "I know, it's a really big bruise, you'll be fine though… I think." But she ignored him, her teal eyes meeting mine. "Elsa?"

Shyly, I waved, nodding at her. Ah, the regret began to pour in. I wanted to apologize for having her get into what just happened. Anna tilted her head, smiling widely and with my brother's support, she stood up. I froze, watching her come up to me, expression brightened and not as painful as before.

"Name's Anna!" I stared at her, her grin felt almost blinding to my eyes. I looked down, saw her hand outstretched to me and, hesitantly, I took it. With a yelp she pulled me into a tight hug. God that felt awkward, she was a little too short.

"Glad you're okay, Snowflake."

I blinked, looking at her. "S-Snowflake?"

Anna giggled as she pulled away, pointing at my violin and me. "That thingy is really pretty with that snowflake and you feel really cold. So can I call you that?"

Jack laughed, packing my violin up and putting it over his shoulder. "It's a great nickname, Elsie. Come on, Grandpa is in the bakery", he said, getting up.

Anna pouted at me. "You're going already?"

"Y-Yeah… Um… y-you can call me that… i-if you want."

Just like that, she grinned, widely. "Snowflake… Hey, Snowflake?"

Ah, I could get used to this, having her next to me to brighten my mood. Somehow, it was refreshing. "Y-Yeah?"

"Can you play the violin for me sometimes?"

"Y-Yeah…" I flushed. Having others asking me to play them something was quite embarrassing for me, yet… it was flattering. But in a few months, I'd be standing in a huge crowd of audience, hearing my sounds. There was no time to become embarrassed or nervous.

I grinned, proudly. Her eyes looked warm and I felt like I would melt into it. I was calm. "Definitely, I'll play it for you."

That evening, while my grandpa and Anna's mother talking to each other Anna and I were sitting on the grass, talking and laughing happily. It'd been weeks since Anna and I had our first encounter. She was a talkative one, I wasn't. I'd listen to her most of the time and when she'd ask, I'd play for her.

After that incident with Hans and his brothers, they'd never came up to us again. They played by themselves, but sometimes, I'd see Hans looking at me—no, at Anna, sighing silently. At this age, I knew he was up to something. Did he fancy her? Ridiculous, Anna wouldn't like someone like him.

The sun was setting and we were the only kids here, Anna sitting on the ground excitedly.

"Snowflake?"

I gasped, blinking at her. I was paying too much attention to what Pabbie was laughing about with Anna's mother. "W-What?"

She pouted, squeezing my cheek. "Listen to me!"

Blinking at the sudden outburst, I nodded. "O-Okay, sorry, Anna."

Anna sighed, squishing my cheeks and I frowned. "Squishy. Hey can you play this song for me? Mama used to sing it to get me to sleep." With one last pinch, she let go.

I tilted my head in curiosity. This was interesting, she'd rarely ask me to do a song that she wanted. It was usually 'hey, play a song for me' and it'd be something by Mozart or if I was too lazy, I'd play some nursery songs.

This seemed intriguing.

"W-What is it?" I asked. For sure, I was surprised a bit.

"Can you play 'Do you wanna build a snowman?' It goes something like this." And as if she didn't know the words to the song—maybe there weren't—she started humming. Ah, it sounded sweet and innocent. But for a nine year old, I was smart. I knew how to play it.

Soon after she was done, I stared at her, intrigued.

"Snowflake, can you?"

I blinked, feeling myself shrink from her anticipating eyes. "S-Sure? Y-Yeah, I'll play it for you." Oh that grin she had was filled with innocence and fun. I felt proud of myself, seeing her bounce up and down with excitement—she'd always do that when I play.

Grinning, I closed my eyes and placed the white precious instrument under my chin. I knew Pabbie was looking at me, his eyes stern yet, gentle. He was my teacher after all. She stared at me, her mouth wide open at the sound my fingers and bow was making against the strings. Opening my eyes, Anna looked mesmerized, teal eyes brightening lightly.

Pabbie was grinning and Elena was just as proud and happy.

Anna was already dozing off when I finished playing. I smiled softly. She must've been exhausted, running around all day in the park, waiting for me to come by.

"Elsa, Kai is waiting for us, we have to go."

I looked up, seeing Pabbie coming up to me, while Elena took Anna in her arms.

"B-But Anna…"

"Anna will be fine. We'll see you tomorrow, Elsa," Elena said, her grin sweet and just as bright as Anna's. I looked at the six year old, sucking on her thumb as she slept on her mother's shoulder.

Kai was by the car, waiting for us by the entrance and I nodded, sighing. I had fun with her, loving how she'd listen to anything I played, complimenting, applauding—sometimes even telling other people to come listen. Yes it was quite annoying and embarrassing sometimes, but she was here, and I felt happy.

Nodding, I packed my things.

"You want to say bye to Anna?" Elena said. I nodded, looking at her as she continued to sleep. How peaceful.

I kissed her cheek, smiling as she mumbled to me. "Bye bye… I'll see you tomorrow…"

"Bye bye, Anna…" I giggled, kissing her cheek once more.

Holding Pabbie's hand as we went our separate ways, he looked at me. "Did Anna tell you to play that?"

I nodded silently, seeing Kai bow to me. "Miss, did you have a great time?"

"Yep." I grinned brightly, letting him pat my head before getting into the car.

"I'm glad you did." He turned to Pabbie, opening the passenger door for him. "Sir."

"Thank you, Kai. And also, just call me by my name, we're friends, now, come on," he chuckled.

"Yes sir."

Grandpa sighed, sitting next to me and he looked at me. I smiled, looking at my violin proudly. "You've been working really hard, baby girl."

"Mhm."

"Elsa, I'm really proud of you."

"What about Jackie?" I turned to him, letting him smooth down my hair.

"And Jackie too." With that I grinned, hugging my violin case and curled up against his chest, loving his heartbeats. Soon enough, I drifted off into a wonderful nap after an exhausting day.

The day was windy and Anna and I were sitting by the grass, watching the other children play. She looked at me, curious, but I did not notice. I stared at my lap, too nervous to speak. And I'd been thinking. Next week was going to be my first time being on stage after weeks of training with Jack and Grandpa.

I wanted her to come along to watch me.

"Snowflake?"

Startled, I gasped, turning to her. "Y-Yes?"

"I said, you're really quiet today. Something wrong?"

Shaking my head no, I started twiddling with my fingers. "U-Um… well, I'll be on stage next week… I-I wasn't going to tell you—" I didn't even finish what I was saying and she gasped out loud, pouncing me into a tight, playful hug. She pushed me down so that I was laying on the grass, laughing and congratulating me.

"That's amazing! Elsa is amazing!"

I laughed, my tone filled with nervousness. What could I do? Say? Ah, screw it. "I wanted to ask you something…"

Anna stared at me, silently, taken over by the summer wind.

Chuckling nervously, I pushed her off me. "Can you be there next week?" Oh that pause. It wasn't a good sign at all. Her eyes looked at me sadly, disappointingly and she got off me immediately.

"I-I can't…"

This was the first time I'd ever seen her like this—to hear her say that she couldn't do anything that I'd ask. "Anna?" She looked at me sadly, hands behind her back as she rocked herself back and forth apologetically. Did I say something wrong?

Who was I kidding? I knew her answer already, by the look of it.

"I can't… Mama said we'll be going to Disneyland next week… A-And I really want to go…"

Looking at her morosely, I nodded. "Oh… Okay… B-But, I-I'll be really nervous and—"

"Snowflake, I can't go see you, I'm sorry…"

Knowing that I was just being too selfish, I nodded. I needed support and if she could not support me, that's okay. I curled myself up in a ball and stared at the grasses, moving back and forth lazily from the wind.

I took a deep breath, biting my lips and I looked at her, pleadingly. "P-Please? I-I'm scared of doing this on my own…" I stared at her, tears threatening to fall and I realized, I just couldn't force her to go. This was fine.

"I'm sorry, Snowflake…"

Yes… this was fine.

Taking a deep breath, I grinned. "It's okay… well, I hope you have fun."

She ended up coming, dressed up in a green dress with a bouquet of red roses in her arms. I was up, the lights shining to me in the middle of the stage, applauses echoing. Grandpa was sitting in the audience, grinning softly and I stared at him proudly.

Jack was standing, clapping his hands and calling out my name as loudly as he could, cheering me.

This was the last song I'd be playing for the evening and all that nervousness I had faded.

Anna was on stage with me, watching me from behind the curtains. I didn't notice her until she called for me. I turned before I even got to play again, smile beaming brightly.

"Anna…"

She waved and I felt my heart pounding, seeing her grin this bright. Just seeing her always made me happy. And with her finally here, I started playing the song her mother sang to her. Ah, the thrill to feel the vibration from my bow gracefully gliding across the strings was stunning. The notes echoed through the stage and towards the audience. Ah, I remembered Anna jumping up and down, telling her mother that she was playing Do You Wanna Build A Snowman.

Everyone was quiet and I knew my grandfather, my parents and even, Jack were grinning as if I was their pride and joy of our family. Of course, I was just as proud as they were of me. Except I wanted better, I wanted the best. Oh, but this… this was nice too.

I felt warm inside, my fringes moving lazily from the wind. Closing my eyes, I was in a field of flowers, cold autumn wind brushing past me as I played wonderfully, beautifully. Right here, I could be in peace. This was home.

The final note echoed and I opened my eyes, seeing everyone up, cheers and applause filling the place. I looked up, the lights blinding my eyes, but I was satisfied—I felt relaxed.

"Snowflake!"

Ah that voice. I turned, seeing Anna running up to me. I grinned widely, happy tears threatening to fall.

"Anna—"

Creak.

I paused, frowning and squinting, seeing a piece of nail… Oh no. I looked up, to the crowd—how could they not hear that?!

"Anna!"

I dropped my violin, strings breaking apart immediately. But I didn't care to notice. As fast as I could, I ran up to her and the same time, the fixture was beginning to fall. No, I could make it.

She stood still, looking at me confused. "El—" Before she could even speak, I jumped, tackling her down, holding her body and I gasped painfully, eyes widened in intense pain. Words were impossible to describe what I was feeling. Numbness… stinging… ache… No, it was torture. My vision blurred, and my fragile, tiny body felt as if it was being crushed into pieces.

"ELSA!" Jack called for me, running up to stage and looking at me. I was speechless, eyes widened and I couldn't breathe. Anna… where was she? … Her eyes were closed, the back of her head bleeding—or was that my blood? Carefully, I bent my arm, touching my back. It was soaking… warm… oh god.

"A-Anna… Ah…" I gasped, trying to move, but there was no way I could. My body—my whole right arm—felt numb and whatever Jack and Grandpa and my parents were screaming about, I had no idea. My eyes and ears were fixed to her and only her. I turned, visions blurred and I could see my arm pressed down on the fixture. "A-Arm… A-Anna…" I couldn't move it, I couldn't feel it.

My necklace… where is it?

Even with my vision blurred from tears, I looked around in frantic. There was no sign of it and it wasn't around my neck. Anna had given me that necklace as a gift and I'd treasured it, wearing it for her every day. It was gone.

Turing to her, I called out to her again. No matter what I said, she would still lay on the ground, lifelessly.

"She's bleeding!"

"Call the fucking ambulance!"

"Everyone stay calm!"

"Elsa!"

"Anna!"

"Anna… I'm sorry…"

I blacked out.

"She won't be able to play violin for a while."

"What does that mean?"

"It'll be hard for her to lift her arm, sir."

Grandfather stared at the doctor silently, nodding as he was accepting the fact. I hugged my violin with my left arm, watching them. This was a joke. This had to be one.

"Alright, thank you—"

"N-No…" I got up, from my bed, groaning loudly and painfully, putting the violin in my left hand, my right arm holding the bow tightly. They both stared at me, but I knew they just pitied me. Their eyes said it all, but I ignored it. I was perfectly fine. I picked it up, shakily, biting down all the screams I had kept within me. I grinned, barely hiding the pain, and I was sweating, slowly dragging the bow up and down. I couldn't care less of the cast I had on my arm. No, I could do it.

"Elsa, stop—"

I grinned, awfully and I hadn't realized tears were streaming down my cheeks. "P-Pabbie, see? I'm p-play—"

"You're just making awful noises, Elsa."

I paused, looking at him in horror. No, he couldn't have been the one to tell me that. He'd always supported me, he'd never say something like that to me. I dropped my violin to the side, eyes blurred in tears and I shook my head. I couldn't believe it.

"Pabbie…?"

He sighed, smiling gently as he got down to his knees, looking at me sadly. "I'm sorry Elsa. You can't play now, but in the future, you'll be able to. I'm so proud of you, baby girl."

I stared at him, hopeful. "Really?" He nodded, hugging me tightly.

"Of course. I'm really, really proud."

I hugged him back. "Okay…"

I heard a sigh and I looked up to see the doctor, looking at us, with sorrow in his eyes, shaking his head. What was wrong, I wondered.

"W-WHO ARE YOU?!"

I stared at her startled. "Anna… It's me…" I grabbed her arm tight, disbelief slowly crawling up my body inside out. "D-Don't you remember? It's me, Elsa!"

She shook me off, tears starting to stream down. I fell to the ground, eyes looking at her in horror. Anna was shaking and I felt like I was a monster. "N-No… MAMA! MAMA!"

This was wrong—this was extremely wrong. I backed away, back hitting the wall. Only then, I realized I was crying. My body shook in fear, in rejection, in anger—I couldn't save her. I was being dragged to hell. "No… No… It's me… It's me… It's me…" I wrapped my arms around my body, tears constantly streaming down as I stared at Anna, crying for her mother. It's me, I constantly told myself and of course, she couldn't hear me, screaming and crying for someone. I wasn't sure who was crazy at this time.

"Mama!" she cried, hugging her blanket tightly. "Mama, h-help!"

I shook my head, seeing Elena come running, cradling her daughter in her arms. She looked at me, teal eyes filled with agony and pain. "It's okay… It's okay… I'm here, Anna…"

I slid myself down against the wall to the ground, petrified. This couldn't be happening, I told myself. How could she have forgotten about me? For the past few months we'd been together, how could she forget all the memories we had?

"Elsa…"

Gasping, I looked up and was instantly disappointed. Anna wasn't the one calling me, it was Elena. "Baby, I'm sorry, but you need to go."

My eyes widened. This had to be a dream.

"N-No, no, no, no, no… NO!" I grabbed my hair, pulling my legs up to my body. "A-Anna… I-It's me… Elsa… It's me… Please don't forget about me…"

And without even realizing, arms were picking me up and I was out of the hospital. I continued to mumble to myself, all curled up and when I had the guts to look up, Jack just stared at me, eyes darkened in blankness.

"J-Jackie?"

He grinned, wistfully. "They're leaving, Elsa. I'm sorry you couldn't say goodbye."

"L-Leaving—"

"They didn't want to tell you, they've planned it weeks ago."

"—To where?" I gripped onto his shirt, looking at him painfully. My right arm was hurting, shoulder aching and I felt as if someone set it on fire, watching me burn to ashes. My mind couldn't take in what I just heard—not yet.

"Somewhere far… far away."

"W-Why?"

He stopped in front of the car, Kai opening the door silently, eyes filled with pity. Why did everyone have to pity me? Why did they care? I avoid his eyes.

"Please…" He put me in the car. "Just forget about her, okay? Be a good girl."

Forget about her.

Easier said than done.

And of course, I couldn't forget about her. I didn't even say goodbye and my last word to her was "please don't forget about me".

Ah, I felt pathetic.

I was in my room, fingers against the keyboard, dancing gracefully on it. Grandpa was sitting by the bed, watching me carefully as I play Moonlight Sonata. Jack was watching me from the back, grinning lightly as music flowed into his ears.

"Stop."

Opening my eyes, I immediately stopped, looking out the window. I didn't turn, I knew what he'd say.

"You're going to fast, you're not putting your feelings into it, Elsa—"

"Grandpa, it's fine—"

"Jack, not now." The old man sighed, putting a hand on my hurt shoulder. "You're a smart girl, Elsa."

Ignoring him, I stared out to the window and I noticed the girl next door staring right back at me. She was smiling, waving to me—

"Are you listening?"

Shutting my eyes, I answered him, "Yes, Grandfather, I'll slow it down."

He grinned, but I knew, Jack wasn't too happy with him. Nevertheless, he was quiet—wouldn't even dare talking back to him. "Good, because practice makes perfect. Just know that I'm proud of you, Elsa." Kissing my head, he left. "Jack, let's not bother your sister."

My brother stared at me sadly and sighed, leaving me by myself—and the girl with her windows open, brown eyes still looking right at me. I tilted my head as she screamed something. I couldn't hear her.

"Open… the… window…?"

Getting up, I opened it up, staring at her. "Um… hi?"

The brunette grinned. "Hey, nice playing."

Fuck off.

Avoiding her annoyingly bright grin, I thanked her. "Did you just… move here?" I asked. She didn't look too familiar to me.

"No, actually, I was studying abroad for a few months and decided to come back. You've probably seen my parents—"

"I don't go out much. I'm homeschooled. Well, you can say that… I'm an introvert."

We stared at each other in silence and interestingly enough, she seemed quite curious about me. "Huh… that's nice. You play the piano?"

My eyes shined through the sun and I grinned bitterly. "Yes, I do."

"Anything else?"

I shook my head. "Nothing else, do you?"

The girl shrugged. "A little, but… I'm not that interested. I'm more interested in… well, art. Not musical art but—"

I chuckled. "Yeah, I know. Your room is full of sketches."

"What?" Frowning in confusion and turned back to look around, flushing. "Oh." She scratched her head, laughing nervously. "I-I didn't even know it was that messy... O-Oh well, better clean it up later then. And uh… by the way, my name's Jane. Jane Porter. Nice to meet you."

Jane.

Ah, I never had many friends or anyone that would come talk to me. But seeing her… she didn't seem to mind. I was more than glad—more than happy to be talking to her day after day. But I knew, I couldn't be too happy. One day, she'd leave… just like her.

"I'm Elsa Snow," I grinned full of hope. "Nice to meet you too, Jane."

"Please take care of her."

She stared at me, back leaned against our school wall. Her expression was hard to interpret, but it was sending chills down my spine. The summer wind breezed through our silence. Ah, looking up to the sky, the sun blinding my eyes, warmth enveloped in my body. This was peaceful.

"What are you saying, Olaf?" She questioned, tilting her head. I looked down to the ground in shame.

Oh, but weren't my feelings for her obvious enough? I stared at her, swallowing, my fists clenching together. Was it fear? Anger? Heartbreak? I wasn't so sure.

"I..."

"I know, Olaf." She walked towards me, but I couldn't help but step away from her as if she was a disease. No, I was strong. I stopped, glaring down at her, as she was just centimeters away. She chuckled, pressing a finger on my chest. "And... what makes you think that somebody as cowardly as you," she whispered and I widened my eyes at her words, shaking in anger. No, was she just playing with Elsa? She couldn't be... she loved her... I knew it. "... gets to tell me what to do?"

She looked at me, searching for a reaction, but I shielded away any emotion. "You love her, don't you?"

Immediately, Belle's grin faded, pausing. I realized, despite our differences for each other, we still loved the same person. I hoped Belle was not the type to play. She'd made Elsa happy and safe—I was happy that Elsa could smile in her arms.

"Don't you?" I asked.

"Of course I do. But why... why are you telling me this now? That you love her too." She frowned and I was back to the shameful person I was before. I looked down to the ground, letting out a bitter chuckle.

"Because I trust you." Deep breathes... deep breathes... "Because I trust that you can make her happy when I can't."

She nodded, looking down as she fixed my collar. God, she was grinning lovely - I was surprised. "Well, why don't you trust Elsa?"

I blinked, confused. "What?"

The brunette looked back up and I felt an uneasiness crawling up by body. "You didn't tell her... so I assumed that you don't trust—"

"Like you said, I'm a coward." I clenched my jaw and her eyes... God, her eyes were empty of any light. "I don't… Not that I don't trust her, I honestly don't want to ruin our friendship. I am a coward."

"And... that you are," she said. Grinning lightly now, and she looked warm. "But eventually, you have to... or she'll find out by herself."

"I know that. Eventually." I nodded. She looked as if she was glad that I was speaking to her about this. "But please... I do hope you take good care of her." My eyes pleaded to her, almost tearfully. Belle laughed. Oh, and with such grace. She hugged me tight when I least expected.

"Of course I will. I love her, after all."

I stared at the mirror, blue eyes looking coldly back at me as I fixed my tie around my neck. I rolled my shoulder in circles, groaning as I heard a pop. Ah, that hurt, yet it was relieving. Staring at the mirror, Belle was observing me, an oversized t-shirt placed over her. Oh it wasn't her up-to-no-good expression that I was staring at now. Her legs—

Knock. Knock. "Miss, it's almost time."

I turned my head slightly to the door, straightening myself up from any thoughts. "Wait, Kai."

"Yes, ma'am."

Finding giggles coming from my bed, I turned to see Belle, staring at me, head tilting in curiosity. "Need help with that?" She got up, standing in front of me and I looked down to see her bare legs. Meeting her eyes, I smirked.

"Maybe you should get dressed?" I grabbed her waists, but she didn't flinch, fixing my tie. Slowly she trailed her eyes up, meeting mine.

"It's your first day of being a CEO, babe," she breathed, fiddling with the back of my collar. "Taking over your Pabbie's job and everything…"

"And so?" I smiled, her sweet, tender lips brushing on mine. I looked at them, tempted to bite.

"So… I thought I'd let you stare at me as much as you want to, to… well, congratulate you."

"You're not naked."

Chuckling lowly, she backed up, getting rid of her shirt. I stared in awe, blue eyes lusting at her beautiful structure. She hugged me, my heart quickening, but I showed no sign of it. "Better…?" she whispered. "Congratulations, Snowflake." She pressed her lips on mine, and my mind had gone all blank, colors swimming in my head. Ah, I'd been drugged by her love. Her seduction.

I bit her lip, laughing as my palms slowly glide their way up to her rear, squeezing. "I think you meant 'seduce'."

Belle shrugged, uncaring. "Well, that too. Come on, you'll be late. You okay? I just heard a pop on your shoulder."

Chuckling I kissed her again, warmth enveloping my body. "It's okay, it happens."

"Does it hurt?"

"Of course it does, baby." She didn't seem to believe me, tugging on my tie tightly around my neck. Sighing I gave her one last kiss. "Get dressed okay? I'll be fine."

"Yes… ma'am. And I'll be home waiting for you. Just. Like. This." She let me go, slapping my ass before I went out to the entrance. I felt hot from the bottom up. "By the way, you look too sexy in suits, Elsa."

I rolled my eyes, hands in my pockets as I went out. "And you look great with nothing."

"I love you!" she yelled.

"And I you."