Disclaimer for the ENTIRE STORY:
Disney owns Frozen and other characters and places to be mentioned. There might also be some Pixar characters appearing as the story progresses. Whatever software, apps, websites, products, brands, and anything that is copyrighted that I might use does NOT belong to me. I own nothing but the plot.

Beta Reader:
Unbeta'd: Chapters 1–18
Alkeniw: Chapters 19–41
Alkeniw and DRON261095: Chapter 42
Unbeta'd: Chapters 43–51
Averiarose: Chapter 52-ongoing

Rating:
T for now. Might change to M, but there won't be any smut.

Author's Note:
This is a remake of my very first elsanna fic, previously known as "If You Believe". For those who read the first version which was written in the first person point of view, I had Elsa and Anna's roles reversed. But if this is your first time reading this, kindly ignore that comment. I hope you enjoy and please leave reviews! :D

Silhouette
by Reithel

"Are those beads?!" Olaf gasped. "You used beads to design a snowflake for your headband?"

"I wanted to give it a try." Elsa traced her fingertips along the accessory on her head. "What do you think?"

"Awesome! It looks good. Why didn't you try that out before?"

"I didn't know if I could pull it off." She giggled when he raised an eyebrow. "I don't know. It's my first time studying in the big city. I thought I'd give it a try."

"You've been here before," he reminded.

"Only for a few days. I didn't get to look around. You made me help with work, remember?"

"Oh, speaking of work!" Olaf snapped his fingers and leaned forward with a bright grin. "That guy I told you about? He's still asking about you. He and his fiancée want you to perform at their wedding!"

"Olaf, you know I'm not interested."

"It was worth a shot." His shoulders sagged. "You have to admit it's a good opportunity. They really loved your piece."

"I didn't want anyone else to hear that. It's your fault for playing it while the guy was there."

"My playlist was at random! I didn't expect him to choose that. Consider it a compliment."

Not wanting to talk about it, Elsa simply nodded and hoped it would give her cousin the hint to let it go. She reached for the wallet that was neatly placed inside her drawer and pulled out a photo. It was of her and Cindy, and it was also the first picture she ever took with Olaf's camera.

"Not that I'm complaining about you working for me," Olaf began, capturing her attention again, "but you've been asking for tons of those lately. Is something wrong?"

"I was bored."

"If you say so. Just... don't do anything reckless, Elsa. I know you're excited about moving here, but it's different now. You have to be responsible."

"Believe me, Olaf. I know." Right after her assurance, there was a knock on her door. "Come in." A honey blonde man entered. "Mars."

"Hey."

"Yo, Mars!" Olaf chimed, capturing the siblings' attention. "Check out Elsa's headband! She designed it!"

Marshall looked at the hair accessory. "You did?"

"I wanted to give it a try. It gives more life to it, right?"

Acknowledging with a nod, he sat on the bed. "Are you excited?"

"And nervous. I don't know anyone there." Elsa laughed shakily and cleared her throat when he frowned. "New friends, I guess?"

"Do you want to go together?"

"Well," she paused. "Can we go separately? I-If Mom and Dad don't allow it, it's fine."

"I don't think they will, but maybe if we leave together—I don't know. We can separate after."

"Are you sure about that?" Olaf asked. "What will you do if your parents find out?"

"They don't need to know. I don't think watching Elsa all the time is healthy. She's already in high school and..." He sighed. "It's a little too much."

"Did they ask something again?"

"Clothes," Elsa simply stated.

"So that's why the headband," Olaf muttered more to himself than to the siblings. "The school's just a walking distance from your house, right?"

"Yeah. It's next to the nearby playground," Marshall confirmed.

"Looks safe enough."

Elsa raised a perfectly arched brow. "Are you being protective now, too?"

"For a different reason, Elsa. I don't want to be protective to a point I'm trying to change your lifestyle. You're already like a sister to me. I don't want you to get in any kind of trouble."

"I haven't gotten myself into trouble. For years."

"Right, whatever you say. Anyway, I'll contact you again once we're done shooting our new project. Take care, you blondies!"

"Bye, Olaf." Elsa smiled and waved a hand. He snorted and shook his head slowly before ending the video call.

The screen went black and Elsa lingered for a few seconds. After getting her bearings together, she walked over to her closet.

"You know you don't need to wear those if you can't," Marshall promised.

"It's fine. They're just clothes."

"But these are—"

"Really, Mars. I'm okay."

Marshall looked like he wanted to protest. His brows were furrowed and the veins on his temples were slightly protruding. There were countless emotions swirling inside his eyes radiating warmth as much as they were cold, with guilt and understanding the most prominent of all. Both of them knew what wearing these clothes would mean to her, but her feelings didn't matter.

They never did.

Two styles of clothes rested in her closet. On the left were ones she usually wore; the clothes she grew up with. They were dark and mysterious, as she'd like to call them. Dark shirts, black skinny jeans, rock and rebel bracelets, and everything that leaned more on the edgy and bold style had always been Elsa's favorite.

Now, she wouldn't wear them anymore.

On the right side of the closet were bright and girly clothes. Frills, flowers, snowflakes, and stars—name it. They were cute and lively, the exact opposite of what she actually was. But these were clothes she had to get used to.

It was crazily frustrating, scary, and sad to wear something that wasn't her. Refusing was an option; however, she wouldn't. Because that would break her parents' hearts. They had been buying these set of clothes for three years, always saying how they wanted to see her wear them no matter how uncomfortable they might be.

And that was okay.

As long as her parents would be proud, Elsa was willing to wear something out of her comfort zone. She would run around naked if they told her to, but even they were not that bad. She hoped. While it hurt to throw another part of herself away, she would be alright. She had to be... because they needed her to be strong.

Chelsea D.

The girl was elusive. Spending a year trying to figure out who she was and Anna still had no clue whatsoever.

Hans didn't have the time to look for a mystery girl behind a musical piece, being the busybody that he was. It was a role he passed unto her, the little sister. The only thing that was keeping her going and not giving up this search was because of how sincere the request rolled out of his tongue.

"Are you still looking for that girl?" Ariel asked from the bed.

"I don't even know why I'm doing this." Anna, despite her complaints, continuously scrolled down the screen. "I mean, sure, she's good and all, but can't Hans just look for another talent?!"

"And yet, you keep searching." Ariel giggled. "You've been doing it for almost a year."

"Tell me about it," she groaned.

Ariel pushed herself up to a sitting position. "What have you found out?"

"She's Oliver's cousin and is going to be a high school sophomore this year. That's pretty much it. I don't even know her face."

"That's what he told you a year ago! You mean to tell me you didn't find anything even after a whole year?!"

"That guy won't tell me anything aside from that." Anna rubbed her temples. "Even their website doesn't have any information about her!"

"Wow," she breathed. "She must really like her privacy, huh?"

"I don't get it. If she's that good, why is she hiding?"

"Maybe she wants to live a normal high school life? If people knew how good she is with mixing, they'll treat her like a celebrity."

"Sounds like arrogance."

"Anna, you don't know her. Try to be considerate. If she's going to be a sophomore, that means she's younger than us."

"Kids." Anna shrugged and pushed on the desk, chair rolling backward from the action.

"Stinker." Ariel huffed and laid down the bed again.

Standing from the swivel chair, Anna began preparing her things for the next day—it was the start of another school year—until she caught sight of one of her old notebooks. She grabbed it and read through the contents, rolling her eyes and occasionally snorting at the series of insults directed to her.

"What is it?" Ariel asked.

"Memories." Anna threw the notebook at her cousin who was more than glad to catch it.

After reading the notes for a couple of minutes, she looked at Anna. "Were they still doing it?"

"I'd be surprised if they stopped." Anna resumed fixing her things. "What about you? Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm used to it."

"It's still wrong." Anna clutched the edge of her bag. "They were only dropping insults inside my locker, but they'd been hurting you since then."

"They weren't hurting me. They're just messing with my locker and toying with my glasses. They didn't... physically abused me."

"And you're going to wait until then? Why won't you tell them off?"

"I don't want to fight back every time they do it, Anna. That's asking for more trouble."

"What about that guy, then?" Anna pinched the bridge of her nose when Ariel's eyes lowered. "I knew he was bad news."

"Anna."

"What? Don't tell me you still believe that he's kind?"

"He can't be that bad. He hasn't done anything to humiliate me. He just... started ignoring me."

Anna shook her head. "You're way too kind for your own good, Ariel."

It was supposed to be a wonderful morning. Unfortunately, things were not working in Elsa's favor. Marshall left while she was in the shower, her father drove her to school despite it being a walking distance away from home, and, as if those two weren't bad reasons enough, she just had to own a locker that might as well be a stinky shoe with how much it stunk.

"Ugh," she gagged, covering her mouth and nose with a hand.

As much as she would love to put her things inside, her little pride couldn't take it if the ridiculous smell clung to her stuff. So, with all her patience, she let the horrible air out for good measure. Then, her eyes snapped to the side when she heard the distinct click of a locker opening.

Beside her stood a girl who was about an inch or two shorter than her. The girl's hair caught her eyes simply because it was the first thing she saw. The most noticeable feature about it was not the way it was tied in a ponytail. It was its color, a vibrant red. Elsa had to blink several times to register the unusual shade. The next thing she noticed was how big the girl's purple sweater was. Her skirt was green and long; it came as a shock when her feet weren't visible.

So there're still people who dress like that nowadays.

Elsa would have gaped for an unknown amount of time if she didn't notice the girl biting her own lip while pulling out a drenched book.

What?

Frowning, Elsa did a second look to see if her eyes were not deceiving her. "Hey," she called. The girl did not react and continuously pulled out wet papers and notes from inside the locker. Sighing, Elsa walked over and tapped her shoulder twice, making the girl jump. "S-Sorry."

Behind the girl's eyeglasses were eyes filled with horror. Elsa brushed the reaction off as a mere surprise, more worried about the books on the girl's possession. They were sending drips and droplets of water on the floor. Swallowing once, she chanced a glance at the girl's locker to see what could've been the source.

"Uhm. You probably shouldn't put a water bottle in there," she suggested.

The only response from the girl was the trembling of her hands, unconsciously squeezing water out of the wet notes that were still in her grip. Contrary to the soft and graceful movement she had when grabbing the notes inside the locker, her back was as stiff as a board now. What even piqued Elsa's curiosity was how the other students were watching them. She tried her best to ignore the odd looks and simply focus on the girl standing before her.

"Elsa."

Platinum blonde head whipped to the source of the voice. Her brows instantly drew together when she saw her older brother standing by her side. "Mars! Why did you leave without me?!" Elsa accused, momentarily forgetting about the girl.

"I had to... take care of something." Marshall's eyes flickered to the redhead who hurriedly slammed her locker shut and ran away. "You wore it," he noted, referring to the choice of clothes.

"Mhm." Elsa nodded, lightly scratching a cheek as the girl disappeared around a corner.

"Babe, you look hot," said the guy standing behind Marshall. "Mars, who's the chick?"

"This is Elsa, my sister."

"Dude, you didn't tell me you have a sister." After the initial surprise, the guy introduced himself. "The name's Gaston. Better get used to me, babe. I'll have my way with you." He punctuated his statement with a wink.

"Ton," Marshall grumbled.

"I was kidding, bro," Gaston scoffed. "You got friends here, kid?"

"I just moved in from Corona." Elsa went back to her locker, silently relieved that the foul odor was gone.

"Get to your class, Elsa. You'll spend lunch with me," Marshall said.

Surprised by the off-putting authoritative voice, Elsa turned around. Marshall and Gaston were standing behind her like a human wall. She closed her locker and frowned. "I see you every day, Mars. I think I want to get to know some people from my year."

"Kid, it wasn't a request. You're going to spend lunch with us and there's no way you can say no," Gaston stated, a smug look on his face.

Elsa looked at her brother questioningly. Gaston didn't seem like the type of guy he would hang around with, but there they were.

Adjusting the strap of her bag to hide her growing unease when the students began murmuring amongst each other, she faced them. "I think you forgot something, Gaston. I already did." She smiled and walked away, throat constricting when the people around her watched with their jaws dropped.

Biting the inside of her lip, she went to her first class. Whoever made her schedule did a great job of sorting out her subjects. The best way to start her first day in a different school was with algebra—pfft. Her eyes roamed around the room, hoping to see a familiar face regardless of the fact that this was her first time studying in Arendelle.

"Elsa!" The mention of her name made her look at a short-haired brunette waving an arm frantically. "Over here!"

Curious, Elsa shortened the distance and was slowly able to identify the girl. "Rapz?! You go to this school?!"

"What, Olaf didn't tell you?" Rapunzel giggled.

"No! I swear, that guy... Are you still helping him out during some events?"

"You know it! It's fun to have money for yourself."

Olaf and Senya—Rapunzel's older sister—managed 'Frozen Fractals'. It was a small Production Company which was only two years in business. Senya wasn't a photographer or videographer, but a music producer slightly fresh from college, and it was her who composed all instrumentals and songs for every video package that they had.

That was the plan.

Because of Olaf's recklessness, one of Elsa's pieces managed to creep its way to some client. He was blasting his speaker inside their studio and while talking to the said client, her piece went on. From what she heard, that client was one of Senya's upperclassmen back in college. Apparently, it was a stubborn guy who would do anything to get what he wants, leaving Olaf and Senya with no other choice but to beg her to let them use it.

"We actually got a wedding event. Do you remember that guy who proposed on a cruise ship? They're finally getting married!"

"Oh," Elsa said, realizing that this was the same guy.

"Olaf didn't even call me when they did the prenup shots! The nerve! Ergh... I had to go to a different event when they did it."

"A busy schedule means a healthy business."

"Whatever." Rapunzel decided to change the topic. "Anyway! I saw your brother earlier, but I don't think he remembers me. He was being weird."

"Mars? I think you're weirder than him," Elsa argued playfully. "You've only seen photos of him in Olaf's camera. There's no way he'd remember you when you've never met!"

Rapunzel scrunched her face and face-palmed. "Oh right, there's that. Wait... I remember him from the photos? How many did I see?!" The choice of words made Elsa raise an eyebrow. "I'm not into your brother if that's what you're thinking."

"I didn't say anything." Elsa giggled, raising her hands defensively.

"I'm serious. I was only interested. But now that I think about it..." Rapunzel placed an elbow on the desk, resting her cheeks on loosely curled fingers. "Aside from appearances, you two are so different."

"How so?"

"He put an open water bottle inside his locker. I don't want to sound rude, but even you are not that weird."

Her brows furrowed, finding the news odd. "Are you sure it's his locker?"

"Uh... I guess? Why would he put that in someone else's?"

Elsa leaned back in her chair, tapping absently on the desk. "Yeah, that's weird." She ignored the amused laugh from Rapunzel and narrowed her eyes, remembering the events from a few minutes ago. "Really weird."

Pulling another all-nighter trying to look for information about Chelsea made Anna so frustrated, she could scream. It didn't help that Hans wasn't being subtle about asking about it either. He just had to ask every single day if she found any information about the girl.

Just who is she? What's the point of hiding?

It took a great amount of willpower not to pull her own hair as the frown on her face deepened. Trying to get information about this mysterious woman for a year and not finding any clue about her real identity was slowly turning Anna insane. Her mind was beginning to conjure up crazy images and portrayals of who Chelsea was. Maybe she was ugly and didn't want anyone to see her, or maybe she was only pretending to be a high school student and that, in reality, she was actually a pedophile!

A loud slamming of a door pulled her out of the ridiculous train of thoughts. Ariel was clutching her books close to her chest and breathing heavily on her way to her desk. "What's wrong?" Anna asked, noticing the panicked look of the shy redhead.

"N-Nothing," was Ariel's shaky response, taking a seat.

A glance at her wristwatch and Anna concluded, "You're five minutes late. Something's up."

"You're just way too punctual."

When Ariel adjusted on her seat, Anna noticed her dripping books and notes. "Did they mess with your locker again?"

"It's just water," she assured, though the flinch that accompanied the statement made Anna frown.

"You should change your combination."

"I'll think about it," Ariel half-heartedly replied before adjusting on her chair again. "By the way, there was a girl earlier... I think she's a freshman? She offered help when she saw my notes. I don't think she knows that people are avoiding me."

Having mixed feelings about Ariel's statement, Anna mumbled, "Or maybe she knows and was just making a show out of being kind."

"Oh, not this again! Give other people a chance, Anna. You can't keep judging everybody."

Anna eyed her cousin incredulously. "You're only way too trusting. Doubting someone is better than trusting them, especially if you don't even know them."

"Judging someone before you even get to know them is mean. That girl was friendly and kind to me! Like her bro—" Ariel paused and squirmed, finishing her sentence with a squeaked "...ther."

"Brother?"

"I... I heard her name is 'Elsa'. She's the sister of... Marshall."

"You met the sister of that guy?" Anna asked, taking a few deep breaths when Ariel nodded. "And you said she offered help?"

"She's not Marshall."

"You trust her?"

"Well... no, not completely. I only met her this morning. I'm just saying she looks kind."

"Her brother was kind at first too. Look what happened!" Anna growled. "Ariel, do me a favor and don't trust this girl easily."

"Like I said, she's no—"

"They're siblings! Marshall and his friends did that to you!" Anna gestured to the drenched books on top of her cousin's desk. "Do you have any idea what could happen if you involve yourself with his sister?"

Ariel didn't respond.

With a heavy sigh, Anna faced forward and waited for class to begin. She didn't know how long she had to wait, but silence would be preferable to a conversation about that guy. As much as possible, she didn't want to have anything to do with him. Such wishful thinking, sadly, was not realistic. He and his friends weren't going to leave them alone, that much was a fact. She could only hope that this... little sister of his would.

Things you should know: Elsa and Rapunzel are sophomores, Anna and Ariel are juniors, and Marshall and his friends are senior students. Oh, and Senya (Rapunzel's sister here) is genderbend Sven. Yes, Elsa being a year below Anna was on purpose.