Yes, previous update is due to upload mistake. I got lovely reviews reminder to continue this story, so I do. I apologize for the long wait, you may re-read previous chapters to refresh the memory ;)

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After that day, my days are filled with many glimpses of certain platinum blonde woman. It's like she has a special sixth sense in tracking my whereabout or maybe has installed a GPS on me. I can see her anywhere even during my morning practise. Deciding that today has been more than enough, I purposely avoid elevator and start using emergency stairs to class. The strategy won't hold long as by the third class, she figures out my unusual detour routine.

"Hi, Anna." Elsa greets, she is standing at the bottom of the stairs with a happy sincere face. "You seem very busy today."

Since the only way out is walking past Elsa down the staircases, I don't have choice but to face her. I wish I'm not perceptive enough to notice her slightly panting posture and relief face. She has been looking for me.

"Hi." It is a simple reply however it can turn Elsa's smile bloom wider.

"Have you had lunch yet?" She tilts her head, swiping a loose bang back to behind her ear.

I can lie, I don't think I can handle Elsa Frost for the day. "Yes. If you don't mind, my class is about to start." Shifting the weight of my backpack to one shoulder, I'm trying to walk past her in hurry.

However I cannot proceed further as a cold hand grabs my arm and pulling me in. The gravity does the rest, and next thing I see is being trapped between the wall on my back and another force named Elsa Frost in front of me.

Frantically my gaze tries to looking anywhere but Elsa's intense blue eyes and whole gorgeous face of hers.

"What-" I'm about to push her away with discontent grumble, however a group of students from drama club suddenly walking down the stairs, carrying huge heavy props.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience, thank you for letting us through." A male student with club chief badge excuses himself as he manages the rest of his team to carry down the props carefully. The whole stairs are almost completely blocked when the props are passing them by, and when a student accidentally bumps Elsa's back on the way, the blonde's body is jerked forward, pressed closer onto mine.

"I'm sorry." Elsa mutters an apology. It is not her fault yet I can't help but realize how she has been restraining her body to leave at least an inch space between us.

I feel bad for misunderstanding her action earlier, "it's okay."

This is not the first time we come across each other in emergency stairs.

A year ago

I was totally late and no one has bothered to inform me that the professor had pushed forward the presentation schedule. I could only hope that all my team members attend the discussion for today.

My time was too precious to wait for another elevator so I rushed to the stairs. Taking 3 steps at time, I was so grateful with my gifted athletic ability, I could make it fine to the class on time.

Or so I thought.

My foot missed a step and I tasted the sweet fall to the floor. My papers scattered like tornado and before I registered the pain, my eyes caught with a smirking senior, Elsa Frost in front of me.

It was only the two of us back then. I remember my elbow was hurt like a bitch and a pair of louboutin standing still while I tried to collect the scattering papers.

I wished I hadn't looked up the moment that louboutin stepped on one of my papers.

Elsa's expression was the new definition of terror and fear despite a cold descending smile plastered smugly on her gorgeous face.

"You should be more careful. You don't want to hurt your athletic scholarship."

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I hold my breath since I don't have guts to look up on Elsa's face properly even today. Not this close, when I can feel her sweet breath and overwhelming sweet lavender. I cannot do this.

"Anna?" Elsa tries again. I notice that the drama club has gone and Elsa is back standing on respectful distance with me now.

I cannot look up I don't want to see the most terrifying eyes anymore.

"Anna, are you sure you're alright?" Elsa's voice sounds worried.

Instead of a pair of high-heels that I have expected Elsa to wear, I spot a pair of blue sneakers in front of me. Since when the Elsa Frost's fashion turn into casual wear? My eyes drift upward, noticing dark denim, Arendelle's campus hoodie, and simple shoulder bag Elsa is wearing. Where are the designer dress and bags? No really, seriously?

And when my eyes finally fall on her face, Elsa's clear blue eyes brighten in an instant so is her smile. Her eyebrows furrow slightly. "Are you sure you already have lunch?"

This is not Elsa Frost I saw last year.

I nod.

"How about tomorrow?" The blond bits her bottom lip nervously, however her hopeful eyes never stray away from mine. "Lunch?"

Who is this woman?

Gritting my teeth, I feel so confused and unknown pain in my heart. She is playing with me.

The moment I storm past her with speed that even Merida cannot catch up, I only have one thought in my mind.

I really hate Elsa Frost.

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Merida is my best friend. Talking with her is easy since she is a simple character who shows all her feelings and expresses it without reservation. Gravitating toward the blunt redhead is a natural course for me. Moment like this, when my emotion is running high and about to outburst like a volcano, Merida is the best option for company. Right now I only yearn simpleness.

"You almost set a new record time today." The Scottish redhead gives me a pat on the back. I only run fast when I have a pent-up energy inside me, most of the time is anger and frustration. However, it will also cost me aching ankles for the rest of the day.

"She asked me for a lunch today." I'm trying to stretch my legs after the mad running I did. Obviously the coach is impressed enough to let me having a 20 minutes break for today.

On the other hand, Merida is aware that Elsa Frost has been a constant existence around me for the past several days. Mostly it was Merida who will point out a certain platinum blond woman hanging around on their usual places.

"Uh oh." She grimaces. "Actually about that… today she asked me whether you have a plan around lunch time."

Oh shit. "What did you-?"

"I was so preoccupied with this sudden team assignment that I told her you always eat brunch after third class every Wednesday. If you remember to eat."

I groan. She totally knew I was lying.

"I'm sorry lass… but what's up with her? Are you two like… dating?"

I almost pull a muscle during second stretch after hearing Merida's words. "What?! Hell no!"

The Scottish grins good-naturedly, "you are certain enigma to hot blond people." Of course Kristoff Bjorgmann is always waving at me with faraway look everytime we see each other. However lately he hasn't been around much which is quite odd since he has been so persistence for months.

"She is playing with me. It's her M.O, people's emotion is her playground and our hearts are her plaything. I knew her."

"You are indeed the only junior who isn't acting worshipy when she is around."

"It's because I saw the real her." Suddenly the coach calls me up, my break time is over. During my third lap on the track, I ignore glimpse of platinum blonde sitting attentively on the bleacher.

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Getting slap is hurt, and it's hurting more when I haven't done something deserve a beating. Someone had arranged that she would be wrongly accused for the video. However I wasn't the only one who witnessing the shameful act on the other night. There is one other witness too.

Elsa Frost.

No one would believe me if I tell that Elsa had been there too. My words weigh nothing compared to hers and I hate everything about the situation. I knew that she knows. So I grabbed a chance once she was alone without her harpy groupies.

I cornered her on a deserted hall. She was smiling, a chill cold smile with knowing look in her eyes.

"Miss Summers. Can I help you?" Elsa stood tall in front of me thanks to her heels. I was trying to not quiver and melt under her scrutiny gaze. People like her always have this overwhelming aura to make others feel small, however not me. Not today.

"Tell the truth." Somehow I managed to say it clearly without trembling.

"I'm afraid I don't understand what you say," She shrugged, her eyes were casting down but I noticed a momentary small smirk from her lips.

"You were there too. It was definitely not me who took the video, and that night, I saw you there."

"Get to the point," Elsa's smirk fell, turning into annoyed expression. "Are you accusing me to be the perpetrator, miss Summers?"

My hands clenched into a fist. "Are you?"

"I'm so disappointed that you think I'm capable to do something low like that. I'm not a voyeur,"

"No, but you are a psychopath manipulative bitch. You cannot fool me with charming smile and cute act, I see through everything, Miss Anderson!" I retorted, knowing very well that the woman loathes her true last name.

Then I felt suddenly cold. It was impossible for another person's steely terrifying glare could freeze someone literally.

"Don't call me that name, Miss Summers. I advise you, for your own good." Elsa whispered with fake sweetness on my ears.

At the end, I didn't get anything from her neither any closures.

After that particular confrontation with Elsa Frost, my days gradually are becoming peaceful. Nothing stands out except the news about a senior who was dropped from the faculty due to his involvement in drugs smuggling.

And Elsa Frost took a one year leave from study to help her family's business overseas.

A year later and now she finally returns again totally different person.

I finish my laps with slower time. I've calmed down enough after small talk with Merida. Catching my breath on the side of track field, I bend down on my knees to help me breathe easier.

A pair of blue sneakers comes into view, together with a bottle of water.

I know that it's none other than Elsa Frost, so I don't bother to look up.

She nudges the bottle toward me again which I keep ignoring.

I thought she has given up but then she crouches down, fixing her gaze into my eyes.

She smiles, dimple and all. Her hand gently reaches my side, she pushes the water bottle into my hand.

And I'm stunned; my mind goes blank briefly contemplating how can a smile from a woman I despise is able to render my brain unfunctional.

"I bet you are hungry now. Do you want to have dinner with me?"

There is a silence for a full minute before I can utter a coherent reply. "No."

Elsa frowns, "You are not hungry?"

"No." I insist.

But my stomach picks the right time to betray me and starts to growl loudly.

Oh shit.

Elsa is staring at me with unfaltering smile. "Your stomach disagrees."

I sigh. "Alright, you got me."

"So, dinner with me?"

I have to admit defeat and choose my battle, "I pick the place."

"Deal."

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Elsa Frost owns many kinds of face. I witnessed her tears the first time I see her. After that incident, I've been getting glimpses of her masks throughout the years. I don't really have time to dissect the meaning for fake ones she always uses around faculty professors and others.

I only care about her expressions every time she is around me. Until now I'm not really sure whether I have witnessed her real tears that night. I guess I'll never know. I am quite perceptive but if it comes to Elsa Frost I just wish that I don't see and understand like the rest of people around her. I wish I don't see her cold glare, chilling smile, threatening stance, her rage, I wish I don't see all behind it.

And understand of what truly she is.

Despite of all my denials and claims, the anger inside me never goes away. I hate her.

"Convenience store's sandwich is not a dinner." Elsa says giving me a disapproving look. "I want to treat you something nicer, maybe Italian."

"This is already nice. Here." I unwrap my sandwich and cut it into two parts. It's out of habit as I often share with Merida. I forget of who's my companion currently not until I extend the half-cut sandwich to Elsa.

Now my hand awkwardly reaches out to offer the most elegant, maybe the most loaded woman in Arendelle University a half-cut convenience store sandwich.

"I think you are the first who dare to offer me cheap food with your bare unwashed hand." Elsa's words are harsh but her tone is playful and amused.

She accepts it and eating it in one huge bite.

"Whoa, you don't need to eat it in one go." I quickly unclasp water bottle and offer it to Elsa. The woman gratefully gulp down before she experience bitter choking episode.

"What?! But I always see you eat it in one swallow! I thought it was the manner to eat convenience store's sandwich."

I give her a look, "Are you kidding me? Don't say that you never eat sandwich."

Elsa shrugs, "I usually have it with fresh bread, vegetables, and real tuna,"

I roll my eyes. Elsa Frost is unbelievable.

But somehow the platinum blonde woman is easier to understand this time. I feel at ease and comfortable that I mistook her as Merida and shared my sandwich with her.

I only care her expressions she wear around me. I understand her enough that it angers me. All kinds of face she has and manipulative pulls the woman loves to do I wish I could keep being blind.

I never like simple. Elsa knows that. She sees my true self as clear as I see hers.

That I am a hypocrite and a liar as she is cunning and manipulative soul.

A question that has been nagging in the back of mind comes to surface.

"Tell me, Elsa. Who are you?" Who are you playing as now?

I hate her but most of all I hate myself.

Because I've been falling for her all this time.

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Yes, this story is inspired based on 'Cheese in the trap' drama. :D see you next chapter. I would like to hear your thought and speculation though.