NINETEEN: Come with Me

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[HANNA & ELISA]

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[HANNA & ELISA]

"Now Hanna." Hans said. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

Her father had been going on and on about how she had "disobeyed" him. About how she never should do it again, though she knew she would. She couldn't stop herself from doing it. She didn't care what her father said. And he couldn't make her care.

"Now Elisa," her mother said as she entered the room with her friends. "I know you're wondering why you're here. Sit. There's something I have to tell you."

"I don't have anything to say to you," Hanna retorted, blowing a bubble with her gum.

"How old are you again?" Hans asked, propping his feet on the worn out couch.

"Sixteen going on seventeen," Hanna replied border. "If that's all you wanted to ask me, than I'll go."

"No!" Hans bellowed before his face softened and he stared at the ground. "Sit."

"Leigh sweetheart," Elsa said, trying to choose her words carefully. She chewed on her lip nervously, her fingers tapping on the table, swirls of snow escaping them. Elisa has never seen her mother like this.

"Mom," Elisa said. "Whatever it is you have to tell me, just tell me please."

"You've always wanted to know more about your mother haven't you?" Hans stated calmly, drumming his fingers on the table. "Right?"

"I mean yeah," Hanna said. "But you've always said no. You never wanted to talk about her."

"Well today's the day," Hans said with a smile. "We agreed to tell you before you turned eighteen and your sister turns her eighteen."

"I have a sister?" Hanna asked. "You don't just drop that one someone."

"Who is she?" Elisa asked. "Where is she? Don't tell me that she's always been here and that you never told me."

"She isn't here," Elsa stated sadly. "I wish she could be, but her father and I made a deal. Hans

"The traitor's daughter is somehow my sister?"

"Leigh," Her "father" stated. "I'm not your father."

"What do you mean you're not my father?" Elisa asked, her anger bubbling. "You've been there all my life. Don't tell me that it's all been a lie."

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