Is It True? (Kristanna) EDITING

Chapter 14

I slowly wake up to the sound of snoring. The slow rhythmic snoring... Hmm... A truly perfect way to wake up... "GOOD MORNING!!!" I immediately register the interruption as Elsa's perky voice.

"Just... One more day..." I say cuddling my pillow.... But then I realize, something's not quite right. I mean, Elsa has always been a morning person, but... I smell food... And it's not burning, so someone's actually cooking food... And Elsa doesn't cook... And my pillow seems different... I force my eyes to open, and I see that I'm not lying on a pillow... I'm laying on... A grey, soft, cotton shirt... So I'm laying on... SOMEONE?!? My eyes widen, waking up my entire body, and I quickly sit up, to my relief Kristoff hasn't woken up yet. I sigh relieved, but yet a strange feeling lingers on my mind. I push that thought away and look at Elsa, who's currently setting our small circular table. "Who's cooking?"

"That would be Jack." She smiles at me and sits to my right, making me move a little closer to Kristoff. She smiles at me... But not the normal kind smile... She's going to bug me about sleeping on Kristoff... She was watching us?!? I nervously stand up and run to the bedroom, without saying anything to Elsa, for fear of what she might say out loud at the moment.

I slam the door behind me, probably waking Kristoff... Kristoff... I shake my head to change my thoughts, I can't do this again... There's too much pain... The next time I love someone, I'll walk right into love with them. No more of this "falling" business. I won't fall in love with anyone ever again! Love isn't worth the heartache and heartbreak that always comes... There's too much hurt after the high... There's the rise, then the hard crash. Even if the high lasts years, the crash takes less than a day. I've learned that with Hans... I shake my head once again beginning to quickly change into a magenta hoodie and a new blue jeans. I fix my hair, re-braiding it, and then walk to the door with my hand reaching for the door knob and I stop. What am I going to do?... Elsa's probably told Kristoff... And he probably knows because- NO! I probably drooled on him... Oh my goodness... I'm going to die today... I shakily take in a deep breath and let it out as my hand grasps the door knob and turns, opening the door.

I walk back to the living room and awkwardly sit back down on the couch, leaving at least a foot of space between Kristoff and me. I try to avoid eye contact with him, but he's now awake... I can feel his eyes, or maybe it's just my paranoia, taking glances at me every now and then. I quickly grab the television remote and turn it on. I scroll through the channels and finally get to Food Network. "Is breakfast almost ready?!?" I shout as the food on the screen makes me even hungrier. Mmm... Grilled corn with fresh lemonade...

"Almost!" Jack call back at me, "It'll be done in a few minutes!" Start the count down! Two minutes, 59 seconds... 58, 57, 56, 55...

I slouch back against the couch and Elsa walks into the room. I can tell she notices me and how I'm trying to keep my distance from Kristoff, but I know that she's not going to let me keep my personal space to myself any longer. Why? Why must she torture me like this?

She quickly moves to my side and sits down. "Move over!" She says pushing me up against Kristoff. My face turns a bright crimson, and I try to move away, but she keeps pushing me towards him. "Sorry!" She says "I take up a lot of space! I guess we better get comfortable! But, is it possible for you to scoot over anymore, Anna? I really need to stretch my legs..." Her back keeps pushing against me, thus making my face turn a deeper red with each passing second.

"Elsa Winters!!! You do not need to take up an entire half of the couch!!!" I try to push her away from me, but my efforts are fruitless. "This couch was not built for two people, and a very pushy teenage girl! Move over!" I grunt, trying even harder, but just ending up closer to Kristoff, if that's even possible.

"Nope, not gonna move." She says putting her hands behind her head. Her feet are firmly shoved against the side of the couch, keeping her force on me.

"Fine! I will!" I say as I stand up and move over to our little dining table. "What's for breakfast?" I say quickly trying to start a new conversation. Oh how I hate Elsa right now. She's so... Ugh, it's like she's my sister (which isn't always a bad thing).

"Pancakes and bacon!" Jack says skillfully flipping a pancake. I take a glance back at Kristoff to see Elsa whispering something in his ear. Kristoff turns to look at me and my heart flutters. No! This can't be... I can't be in love... I'm broken hearted and alone... And that's how I should be... Love doesn't come that easily.... But I mean... I'm okay with being broken hearted and alone... But being broken hearted and alone with Kristoff, just seems better.