Is It True? (Kristanna) EDITING

Chapter 4

After my rushed exit from Hans, my back lands against the door. I let out a sigh of contentment, relishing in the state of happiness the evening has left me in. My lips begin to curl upwards, forming a wide grin. "Wait till Elsa hears all this." I mutter to myself before pushing away from the door and waltzing down the hallway to our room, expecting that since my roommate wasn't on the couch, she was most likely in bed.

"Elsa!" I call out as I place my hand on the door knob, which was quite cold. "Elsa, you won't believe how amazing tonight went!" As my hand moves to turn the handle, nothing happens. "Elsa?" I knock on the door, growing curious and concerned. This door doesn't have a lock, so why wouldn't it open? The one night I'm out... Panic starts to take over my body and as I push against the door, an extremely cold aura seems to be growing from inside and my mind quickly reaches the answer I've been searching for. "Ice..." The word is less than a whisper, but it makes me freeze in my tracks.

After assessing the situation at hand, I realize my panic is helping no one here, especially not Elsa. Something terrible must have happened while I was gone if she's blocked the door off with ice. She only ever uses her powers when she's in danger or when her anxiety gets to be too much. "Elsa..."  My attempt at reaching her calmly was obviously not succeeding, and I knew that raising my voice would only make everything worse.

A resigned sigh escaped my lungs and I made my way away from the door. After all, it was a week night, granted I didn't have any early morning classes, but I mean, sleep is still nice. So I made my way to the small couch in the "living room" (if you can even call it that) and sat down. I felt horrible for having to leave Elsa like this, but I knew it was all I could do right now. Normally I'd be able to comfort her, but since I can't even get into the room, there's no way for me to do anything. She'd never hear me through the door and her pho- "Her phone!" The idea struck like lightning, and a new flame of determination was kindled within me. I whipped out my cellphone and quickly opened my text messages to try to contact her.

Hey, is everything okay? I'm back from my date but I can't seem to get into the room... you alright?

I place my phone down on the small coffee table beside the couch, leaving it open to see if she responds. Thus starts the never ending pattern of tapping the screen every so often, hoping that she at least looks at the text. I just want something to tell me she isn't unconscious or... dead... I know that it's highly unlikely she'd have died... but there's always that nagging voice in the back of your head that makes you think the worst possible thing.

Minutes of waiting turn to hours, and soon I find it's extremely difficult to keep my eyes pried open. "Please..." I whisper to myself. "Please do something..." My eyes close in defeat, but the sudden click of a doorknob is quick to awaken my senses. "Elsa?" A surge of energy courses through my veins and causes me to sit up straight and alert.

"Anna?" The feeble whisper barely reaches my ears. "Anna, is that really you? Are you really home?" The frail figure of my roommate comes around the corner and it's immediately apparent to me that she's been crying for a long time.

"Of course it's me. Why wouldn't I come home?" I stand from the couch and quickly envelope her in my arms, trying my hardest to offer comfort. As my skin contacts hers, everything seems to drop temperature. The air becomes icy and my breath becomes visible in front of me. Even though the frosty temperature is hardly bearable, I keep my arms wrapped tightly around her.

"Well, you... I just..." She wriggles away from me, looking down at the ground shyly. "I don't know, I guess I was over reacting..."

"That's not an acceptable answer. If I did something to make you do all..." I pause, trying to find something to say that wouldn't make it worse. "... all this, I want to know what I did. No matter what you think. Also... I care about you Els, and you should know by now that you can tell me anything."

I could visibly see Elsa draw in a deep breath of the icy air before she began to speak again. "Well... Do you have to date Hans?" The question escaped her lips like a rushed confession and stunned me.

"What do you mean?" A sea of worry was swirling around inside my head. "I don't have to date anyone, but I really want to date him." I pause for a second then ask, "Why? Did he do something to you?"

"No, he hasn't done anything to me." Her response was hesitant but she managed to crack a smile for me. "I guess I'm just worried about you, this is the first guy you've ever dated and I want him to treat you right."

Our eyes meet, and I can tell that she's finally relaxing. "Stop being so protective." I roll my eyes playfully. "Besides, Hans would never hurt me or lie to me. I can promise you that."

Elsa looks away once again and mutters something that I can't quite make out.

"Elsa?"

"You can't promise me, Anna... You can't make a promise on behalf of that jerk..." Her voice is barely audible but I can hear it well enough.

"Excuse me? What are you trying to say? One second your here saying that you were just worried about me going on my first date, and now here we are and you've got something against him? You can't possibly lie to me and say that nothing is wrong. Something is definitely wrong, and you're gonna tell me what's up." I fold my arms across my chest, hoping to not give away how truly hurt I felt by what she said. I mean, how would you feel about your best friend supporting you wholeheartedly to date this guy, then as soon as you come home, she's totally against him?!?

Elsa waves her hands in the air exasperatedly, as if she was high up before even stating her case. "Look, if you want to keep dating him, then I'm not going to tell you, you can find out on your own. But let me just tell you, he's bad news. He might look all popular... but don't you ever wonder how he got to be that way?" And with that question, she left. She just turned around and left.

Now here I am. All alone to wonder what on earth I'm supposed to do about this whole thing.