The Past Is In The Past

Chapter 2: Anna's Arrival In Arendelle

Chapter 2: Anna's Arrival In Arendelle

Elsa was sitting in her room on a bright and sunny Saturday morning. She had her headphones in connected to her iPhone, and was currently listening to Spice Up Your Life by the Spice Girls. She was mouthing the words as she tapped her pen against the piece of refill paper sitting in front of her. She was working on her Calculus homework. She had her textbook opened to page seventy-four next to her and a piece of paper that had a number of questions written on it. Elsa had already got through seventeen questions out of eighteen already. The last question was quite difficult. Elsa's tapping got a little more intense as she thought through the question.

Elsa's music shifted to Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepson as she flicked through to the next page of her textbook. Elsa hummed the tune of the introduction of the song as she made a start on the question. She wasn't entirely sure of her answer but at least she had answered everything.

The sound of the front door opening could then be heard. The sound of her father greeting someone at the door then wafted through the air. Of course, Elsa thought as she sighed, Anna returns home this weekend. Anna had a couple of weeks break and so Anna had been invited home by her – their father, Elsa had to remind herself – so that she could spend some time with her family. She hadn't come home over the winter break as she had been invited by her friends to go to New York and thus missed Christmas with her family – although for Elsa it wasn't really a Christmas. Their father had been very gutted but had understood. He had allowed Anna to go and have fun with her friends. Anna had posted heaps of pictures of her and her friends on Facebook. Elsa couldn't help but have a twinge of jealously when she remembered this.

"Elsa!" yelled her father through the house.

Elsa quickly paused her music and took out her headphones. She never dared to keep the music too loud in case her father wanted her for something. Elsa quickly placed her phone on top of her homework and headed for the door. She caught sight of her face in the mirror that hung by her door.

Elsa was now eighteen years old and she was in her last year of school. Elsa bright blue eyes shined back at her in the mirror. There seemed to be a tiredness in them that wasn't new. Elsa then examined her face. There was still the outline of a bruise on her cheek. Over the years Elsa had developed some tricks to hide her injuries. Normally her father would be smart and not go anywhere that was easily visible but a few nights ago, he had lost his temper and got her face instead. Elsa use to wince in pain at these injuries but by now, she was used to them. They were every day occurrences for her.

Elsa grabbed her makeup kit and started to dab some makeup on. It started to look like nothing had ever happened. Elsa left her makeup on her dresser before she raced out of her room. Her father was hugging Elsa's younger sister, Anna at the door.

Anna was dressed in a white beanie that hung low with a matching white scarf. She wore a long black coat that was tied around her waist and had big buttons looped through holes. She wore long light blue denim jeans that were tucked into long black boots. Anna had a large suitcase sitting by the door. Anna and her father broke apart smiling at each other. As Anna never was around, she never saw her father's dark side. She never was the object of his rage. She never had his anger taken out on her. She was still innocent. She was safe and that was the main thing. As Anna wasn't around to make their father angry, she was considered his favourite daughter. Their father fawned on her and lavished her with expensive gifts and his love. Something that Elsa missed out on. She envied her sister's good fortune; her innocence and the love she received.

Due to Anna had growing up away from her family, she had no idea what was happening under the roof of her house. Anna boarded at her school along with all the other boarding students. Her father had done his best to make sure she never found out the truth about her family. She didn't know that Elsa feared for her life whenever her father grew very angry. She had no idea that her sister constantly cried herself to sleep every night when she was young, now Elsa had stopped; she had grown used to it. As if ironically, Anna had grown up resenting and being jealous of Elsa as Anna wanted to live with her family and at home instead of being sent away to some foreign country but Elsa had managed to convince their father that Anna needed to be away from home to become who her father had wanted to. It had worked and so Anna stayed where she was.