Chapter 1 A New Year

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Elsa's POV

BEEP! BEEP!

I struggle out of bed and hit the top of my alarm clock. 7:50 it read. I quickly jump out of bed and race to the bathroom. I jiggle the door knob but the door remains shut.

"Anna open the door!" I yell banging on the wooden door.

"Just a second!" My younger sister yells back at me. Waiting for her was like waiting a thousand years. Just then she opens the door, revealing her in a white top, black skirt with a tiny brown belt, and brown flats. And to complete her look, she tied her strawberry blond hair into two separate braids, each hanging over one shoulder.

"There you go!" Anna exclaims happily. She hugs my tightly and I hug her back. "Good morning." She whispers in my ear. I step back. " Good morning!" I smile at her. She walks down the hall and into the kitchen. I slam the bathroom door shut and have a quick shower.

After I finish shortly after getting in and race to my room. I open my closet and peer in. I grab my favourite ice blue sleeveless shirt, medium wash jeans, and mint vans (as seen in the media). After I tie my hair in a french braid and put it to the side. Then I walk to my nightstand and grab my snowflake necklace with a sapphire in the middle. Inside the case for my necklace was a note. " Happy Birthday sweetness! ~Love Mom and Dad" .

I quickly shut the case to the necklace. If I looked at it any longer, I would cry. I go back into the bathroom and apply a light makeup. Just some simple mascara and light pink lipgloss.

After I walk into the kitchen and see Anna, with Lord knows how many pancakes shoved into her mouth. "Mriii!" She mumbles. I laugh at her and grab an apple from the fridge. "We should get going." I say as I giggle at her funny appearance with all those pancakes in her mouth. "Aww." She managed to say after swallowing them all.

"Come on, we don't want to be late." I state. Anna runs to the door with excitement. I chuckle and grab by books. We left the house. I look back at it. It honestly looked sad and frail. It was painted bash, with a couple windows, and one floor. And the grass, I mean we barley had a lawn but what we had, was brown from lack of water.
Honestly I don't know Anna and I ended up in a ancient dump like this.

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