The Nanny Test

5 I'm A Nanny, Not A Mum!

Morning.

It really was amazing. The golden sun flaring out its beauty and siting among the few clouds of the clear blue sky. A slight breeze you get that makes it not too hot nor cold. And the sounds of...loud...obnoxious...

Children.

Oh the pain of hearing one scream couldn't get any worse than this. And oh sweet lord, help Elsa in succeeding this mission.

She held a fake smile as her hair looked like it had been shoved in a trash can. "Evie, honey, school isn't that bad. Come on now, get out of bed and get dressed. Your brother got ready, why can't you?"

Yes, the stubborn and cold hearted Daymen Frost actually got out of bed without any trouble. And now, it's as if the calm and cute little girl, Evelyn, has swapped personalities becoming the loud and obnoxious one.

"No!" The little girl cried, hugging her teddy. "I don't want to go!"

Elsa sighed sadly. She had no idea why she was the one to take Evie to school. It was simply too hard of a mission. Why couldn't Rapunzel be the poor victim who had to get Evelyn out of bed?

(And if you're wondering, Rapunzel was downstairs, listening to all the screams with amusement.)

Elsa looked down at the little girl with a pleading face. If she could, she would beg. But that's way too low for her standards. Begging in front of a little girl? Then all her respect that she gained from Evie would be gone in the flick of a wrist.

Seconds later, Evelyn's eyes (which seemed to be staring through Elsa's soul) prickled with salted water, rolling down her cheeks. In other words, she was crying. Her eyes were no longer cheerful but depressed and upset. The other side of the sweet and innocent girl seemed to be showing through.

Now, believe me–and you should believe me–when I say Elsa isn't the one to make a kids cry. Kids love her and she loves kids. It's as simple as that. But when she got to the Frost residence, she completely had a new outlook on kids. Maybe they're not all happy and calm. Maybe they're hiding their true identities with deceiving masks and when they do reveal what they are truly like, then the war begins. In comes the screaming, crying and arguments that could start because of one simple thing–like for example, who gets the TV or who draws a unicorn better. Then, out goes the enjoyment you get from working with kids and all the plans you've made.   

Believe me again when I say Elsa is the one who is in hell right now.

Her eyes went from Evelyn to the clock and back to the little girl again. She began to worry as the clock showed that there was twenty minutes before it gets to nine o'clock, the time Evelyn had to be in school by.

"Please, please, please Evelyn! Be a good girl and get dressed or your dad will kill me!"

Evelyn's eyes widened as she stared at Elsa. "Daddy will kill you? But–but daddy isn't a killer, is he?" She questioned.

He won't kill with weapons, he will kill with his coldness.

Elsa shuddered at the thought and sighed at her choice of words. She really should have thought twice about telling a little girl that her dad would 'kill' her.

"No–no not at all. He wouldn't kill, he's a nice man. I just meant that if you don't go to school, I would be sent home."

Evelyn gasped as she looked at her nanny with sad eyes. "Daddy will sent you home?" Elsa nodded. "No! I don't want Elsie to go!" She exclaimed.

"Then please get dressed."

For the first time in the Frost residence, Elsa could actually let out a sigh of relief. Maybe, just maybe, Evelyn would be so guilty that she actually listens to Elsa.