Elsa Kjelberg was, by anyone's definition, the picture of perfection.

With a 4.8 GPA, a position as leader of her church's youth group, a seat at the head of student council, and a perfectly braided bun that never had a single hair out of place, it was clear that there was more than just her father's outrageous amounts of money that had people drawn to the girl like bees to honey.

The students in the halls all but bowed to her as she passed by. Teachers favored her, and love notes from boys came spilling out of her locker on a regular basis - impressive, seeing as she attended an all girls school.

She had barely even completed her junior year of high school by the time she had ivy league collages writing her letters requesting her application. She was her family's pride and joy, and she refused to be anything less.

On the second Monday of the first month of her senior year at St. Mary's Cross, Elsa walked confidently into her AP Chem class after morning mass, pleased to see that half of her desk was empty. Despite being a relatively social person, she enjoyed solitude greatly, especially when studying. Nothing got on her nerve's more than someone talking to her, chewing gum, or causing any sort of racket while she was trying to focus in class. She sat on the far side of the double desk, closest to the lightly frosted window, and opened her notebook as her teacher began the morning lecture.

Her note taking was going splendidly and she felt more focused than she had in weeks, most likely due to the weather being so pleasantly chilly. Because of this, she was more than a little irritated when the door to the classroom swung open and a breathless girl with tousled red braids and a flushed face full of freckles stumbled through the entryway.

The girl stood in the doorway, shifting her weight uncomfortably as she noticed the eyes of the entire class focused on her.

"Hoo hoo!" Their teacher called cheerfully. Elsa had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at the man sitting behind what seemed like a positively tiny desk in comparison to his huge form. "I take it you are the new student, yah?" The girl stared at him with big eyes and nodded hastily. "Um, I think so, yes; I'm - I'm really sorry for being late, I just wasn't sure where to find the class and, I forgot to get my schedule yesterday so I had to stop at the front office and, uh…" She trailed off, awkwardly gesturing in the general direction of said office.

Mr. Oaken blinked once at her before smiling brightly and saying, "Why don't you introduce yourself then?" The redhead adjusted her bag and scurried towards the front of the class with her head down before turning to face the students with a nervous, yet undeniably adorable smile on her face. "Hi, I'm Anna Fjelstad, I just moved here from a few towns over," she kept her eyes on the ground as she spoke, as if unsure if she should continue. "Hi?"

Elsa, despite being annoyed at her lecture being interrupted, couldn't help but smile slightly at the new girl's unsure disposition.

Their teacher nodded approvingly and gestured in Elsa's direction. "You can go sit next to Miss Kjelberg. She's one of our best students, and I'm sure she'd be happy to help you make your way around the school."

Elsa furrowed her brow. So much for peaceful solitude. Anna made her way quickly but cautiously to Elsa's desk and set her things on the floor beside her chair. She reached into her bag and fumbled around for a few moments before pulling out an empty notebook and opening it to the first page. She looked relaxed for only a moment, before her eyes went wide again and she resumed searching around in her bag, somewhat frantically this time. When she finally resurfaced, she looked utterly crestfallen and sighed heavily. It wasn't until the class was instructed to complete a handout sheet that Elsa realized, with some amusement, what was causing her desk mate such grief.

"Do you prefer pen or pencil?" she inquired, a tinge of mirth in her voice. Anna's cheeks turned pink as she quietly stuttered, "uh, pen. Cil. Pencil, I mean, sorry." Elsa giggled softly as she retrieved a brand new, perfectly sharpened no. 2 pencil from her utensil box. She never left the house without plenty of extra writing materials, despite the fact that she rarely lost any.

"Thank you," the redhead mumbled. Elsa smiled fondly. Although her hopes for peace and quiet had been diminished, she was pleased to see that at the very least her new classmate would be a source of entertainment for the remainder of the year.