Half of My Heart [CLOSED]

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  ^{The snowman hadn’t expected it to happen— it just did. It did not happen in the most conventional of ways. Heck he didn’t even realize this was happening until only a few hours ago. When he first realized he was in love. Being the love expert he was he should have seen it coming yet he’s learned the best things in life are the things that end up surprising you.}

  ^{It happened slowly and then all at once. Starting almost four weeks ago when Olaf had decided to buy some candy for Marshmallow on his weekly trip to the North Mountain. Simple as ever he had strolled right into Mr. Erik’s General Store and right up to the counter to ask for a small bag of lemon drops and chocolate truffles when she had caught his eye. So delicately featured with soft pink lips and eyes as blue as the sky he had nearly forgotten about the candy. Perched right there on one of the shelves near the back of the store encased in a glass globe and snowflakes dancing about her pinned back black hair, she was a vision.}

  ^{The snowman had felt a chill go along his spine and made his stomach squish like it does when he ate too much candy. Yet Mr. Erik had drawn his back to the present and handed him his bag of candy which Olaf excitedly paid for and hurried off on his way. But he found himself drawn back to the store three days later and soon frequently visited the little lady in the globe for the next couple of weeks.}

  ^{Oh it was wonderful, she was wonderful.}

  ^{Everything he could ask for, a lover of snow and music  and most of all she listened to him endlessly. No one listened to him like she did. Such patience was hard for him to find. And now he just had to share this joy with someone!}

  ^{Today after his daily visit he dashed through town as fast as his little legs could carry him, grin etched across his face and eyes bright. Excitement driving his endurance as he made it through the gates of the castle and made a bee line past guards and servants to Anna’s room. More than sure the princess was just finishing her lessons, he skidded to a stop outside her door and knocked frantically against the oake.}

  ^{“Annaaaaa! Annnnaaa!” He squealed, wildly hopping up and down. Too elated to notice the queer looks passer bys were giving him. “Open upppp!”}

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          Pounding and throbbing. Head. Can’t. Too much. Anna buried her face in her hands. The lesson dragged on for what seemed days and weeks when in reality it was merely two hours since she had started. She couldn’t cope with it. Sure Anna loved learning about History, Sociology, and maybe etiquette, but Math? Ugh. No, thank you. She knew how important it was to study all of these lessons as she was the princess–yet she couldn’t focus herself on the drifting meaningless numbers. Anna’s 18 for god sakes! It made her ashamed for complaining to herself even though it was in her mind.

          Anna glanced at the clock and made sure that her teacher wouldn’t caught her doing so. Just a few more minutes. If she could bring back summer to Arendelle and gain the love of her sister back, then Anna should be more than capable of enduring some boring subject. The teacher, with a look of pity on his face, turned to Anna. A sigh escaped his lips, like he knew what consequence he would get from doing this. He told Anna that her lesson was done for the day, but tomorrow she would need to do more work. The fiery redhead didn’t hear the last part as she was already dashing out of the room with her books. Remembering that she forgot to thank him, she turned on her heel and bid a small thank you before running again.

          As soon as she reached her room, Anna plopped down her books on the floor and threw herself on the bed. She felt drowsiness engulfing her alongside the soft mattress that molded into her. Sure, she could take a small nap. No rules against that. So Anna let her eyes fall.

                    A time to relax.

                              This is what I exactly need after a long da–

          Knock, knock.

                    A few more minutes. She groaned.

          Knockknockknockknockknockknockknock.

          The sound of knocking that sounded similar to a thousand arrows being fired from the skies caused Anna to grumpily walk towards the door. She wanted to stop it. After each abrupt knocks, she would hear a voice. She made out the voice to belong to one person (or snow-person).

          She had to put on the nicest smile to mask her state of sleepy-ness because she didn’t want to offend the lovely snowman. She would never dream of hurting him and he sounded so excited. Maybe he found some new flowers and he wanted to ask Anna what they were. The excitable snowman’s curiosity was insatiable, but Anna liked that about him. It distinguished him from other snowmen. Not that Anna ever met any other talking snowmen. She rubbed her eyes before opening the door of her room.

          ❝Olaf? You sound happy. What happened?❞