WHAT THE FUUUCKKK I TOLD YOU I WASN'T DONE WITH THIS SHIT!

To be quite fucking honest I finished this chapter months ago... but my computer broke, and then a whole bunch of other personal shit went down, and so it never got uploaded but also cause im a lazy piece of shit lmao.

Also I've realize Olaf is kind of really fucking annoying so im considering just writing him out any objections? Lemme know thank you!

Spacing out was something Elsa always tried to avoid, and almost never had a problem with. Even on the dark, early mornings when she had no sleep or food in her system, she always managed to give any task at hand her full attention. It was, to her, the only way of doing things.

Today, however, was different, and she detested it for being so. It didn't seem to matter how much focus she put towards the teacher or how many times she pinched her wrist scoldingly; she simply couldn't stop her eyes from drifting towards the girl in the seat beside her.

It was as if she couldn't not look at the adorable spray of freckles on the readhead's cheeks, or the endearing way she chewed her pencil when boredom struck. Elsa cursed the fact that Anna seemed to be especially cramped today, for every time she streched her thin arms it felt like a bullet to the blonde's heart.

To make things worse, each time her friend looked her way (usually with an irrisistable smile) her mind took her back to their supposedly innocent playtime the other day, pressed agaisnt the wall and on top of eachother on the floor. She forced the thought from her mind, for each time it came, she could practically feel Anna's chest against hers as she breathed in and out, adding pressure and then taking it away. She remembered her face, barely touching Elsa's own, and how soft and perfect her skin looked and likely felt.

I'm only having an off day, Elsa repeated to herself. I'll just avoid Anna today, and tomorrow things will be back to normal...

Naturally, she was less than pleased when the professor announced that the class would be partnering up for a lab experiment.

Labs meant interacting - Talking, cooperating, leaning in close to examine each other's work - The thought of it caused Elsa to shudder, and then go on to wonder why exactly she did so. They were instructed to come to the front of the class to retrieve the equipment needed, and Anna quickly volenteered, thankfully not breaking anything on her way back.

Elsa swallowed nervously, not only at the idea of working on a lab with Anna, but at the strong possibility that the clumsy girl would end up dropping something and burning her fingerprints off. At the same time, she was worried that her own hands would be no steadier due to her nerves.

Anna must have noticed Elsa's wide eyed stares, because she quickly explained, "I know what your thinking, but don't worry. I've actually...I've kinda been practicing. Handling things, you know? My mom got me a calligraphy kit and it's really helpful. I can assure you there won't be a single mishap today." She nodded affirmitavely, as if reassuring herself.

Elsa managed to give her friend a halfhearted smile before reaching a slightly shaky hand over to the equipment box.

"Alright," She began hesitantly. "First, we need to place 100 ml of the acid in this cup, and record its temperture..." She forced her hand to remain steady as she meausured out the liquid and poured it into the cup. Anna was watching intently, as if commiting every action to memory.

"Next, weigh out the sodium hydrogen carbonate... There should be 2 grams -" She was cut off as the substance was grabbed from her, nearly spilling all over the table. "I can do that part!" Anna squeaked enthusiastically, oblivious to her own wrecklessness. She bit her lip as she focused on measuring the chemical, eyebrows creasing in concentration. When she was successful, she grinned at Elsa, handing the items back to her. "Not too bad, right?" She inquired hopefully.

Extremely bad, Elsa thought. Terrible, actually.

"You did just fine." She said with a forced smile. Anna raised her chin proudly. Elsa resisted the urge to groan.

The two girls were already sitting close enough to eachother that their knees were touching, but this was apparently not good enough for Anna, seeing as she moved even closer to examine the next step. Elsa, being directly next to the window, was completely trapped. It wasn't until Anna leaned her entire body agaisnt her friends's in order to analyze the objects properly that Elsa became unable to handle anything more.

"I - I need to use the restroom. Excuse me." She pulled her chair out and stood up stiffly, causing the other girl to slip, and hurried out of the classroom before the redhead could say anything.

She hastened down the long, carpeted hallways of the school, reaching a hand up to undo her bun in order to fiddle nervously with her braid. It was a bad habit that her mother always chided her for, but she coudln't bring herself to care at the moment. She hardly even realized that she had made it to the bathroom, nearly crashing directly into the double doors. She threw them open and ran in, locking herself inside a stall and leaning heavily agaisnt the door, head in her hands.

She willed herself to think of anything; Anything but Anna. She forced out thoughts of the other girl's smile, or her laugh. She blocked the images of her freckles and the gentle patterns they formed on her skin, or the way her eyes crinkled up and sparkled when she laughed. She clenched her fists tightly in order not to think of how wonderful her silky, red hair must feel to the touch.

It didn't work.

Letting out an anguished cry, Elsa collapsed on the (thankfully) closed toilet seat. Bringing her knees to her chest, she forced herself not to cry.

Crying means there's something to be upset about, She insisted. I have nothing to worry about. Anna is my friend. No more. I must just be sleep deprived, or hungry, or...

The loud ringing of her cell phone in her pocket broke her train of thought. She accepted the call and was met with a panicked voice before she had even said 'Hello'.

"Elsa?" It frantically called. "This is Gerda. I'm terribly sorry to be calling you while you're in school. You see, we have a bit of an emergency on our hands. Would you be willing to visit Olaf today?"

Elsa furrowed her brow, perplexed.

"Of course. Although, I'm a bit confused - I thought I was already scheduled to watch him tonight. What do you mean by 'visit'?" She heqrd Gerda exhale shakily.

"He'd love to see you. Anna and Kristoff as well." She said quietly. "He's - Olaf is in the hospital."

Slowly, Elsa spoke. "Gerda? What's happened?"

A silence.

"I'm... I'm afraid our Olaf has been in an accident. . ."

"What?"

"It's nothing serious. Well, it is - He's broken a few bones, but he'll be fine."

Elsa sighed. Gerda had spoken in such a dramatic tone, she assumed something awful had happened.

"All right. we'll be there as soon is we can."

For once in her life, Elsa was thankful for the constant noise her friends often seemed to produce.

With Anna's laughter and Kristoff's booming voice filling the room, one could barely hear the steady beeping of the hear moniter in the corner. Elsa hated that noise - it only served as a reminder that the heart could stop at any moment. It was a sick, depressing noise, and she'd take high pitched shouts and overjoyed screams anyday, no matter how hard on her ears they may be.

The accident, terrifying as it had sounded on the phone, was none too serious. He had broken his arm, and fractured his collarbone. While any regular child would have been in a world of tears and pain, somehow Olaf remained in good cheer.

The child smiled as Anna finished recounting yet another embarassing tale at Kristoff's expense, giggles bubbling out of his throat.

"Olaf," Anna began as the laughter died down. "I got a present for you." The young boy's eyes brightened and he sat up excitedly. "Really? I love presents! Where, where, where? Is it a snowglobe? I love snowglobes, even though summer is my favorite season. Oh! Maybe it's a summer snowglobe! A sunglobe! Yeah, I like that, a sunglobe!" Anna chuckled, shaking her head. "It's not a snowglobe... or a sunglobe, I'm afraid. It's a friend." She reached into her bag and pulled out a stuffed snowman roughly the size of her head. Snow monster was perhaps a more accurate term, as the toy had sharp teeth, vicious eyes and soft "spikes" shooting out it's back. Olaf didn't seem to find it frightening, however, as he sqeualed loudly with joy.

"A snowman! I was close! I got the snow part right!" He giggled proudly, hugging the plush to his chest. "I'll name him ... Marshmallow. He's big and white and fluffy, like a marshmallow, so that's his name." He nodded firmly, approving of his own decision.

Though Elsa was happy to be a support for Olaf, she resented the fact that she had to be in a room with Anna. She felt terribely selfish - Why on earth should she be worrying about herself and her feelings when they were all in that room to help Olaf? It was shameful.

She was lost in her thoughts when the perky voice that had been penetrating her mind all day brought her back to reality.

"Elsa, do you remember that?" Anna laughed. "I couldn't believe someone as shy and timid as you would be so vicious during laser tag, of all things."

The pale blonde looked up, disoriented, and resumed staring at the floor. "Oh, yes. I remember." She muttered. She said nothing after that, which, in the eyes of her friends, was uncharacteristic even for her.

Anna, being the caring friend she was, approached Elsa and touched her shoulder gingerly. Elsa flushed and stared up at her friend with a wide eyes and a furrowed brow. "Hey, what's going on?" The redhead inquired warmly. Elsa smiled halfheatedly. "Nothing, I'm wonderful. Please, don't be worried." Unconvinced, Anna raised her brows. "Really? Because you've kind of been acting really strange all day. If you're worried about Olaf, the doctors said he'd be totally fine. Or is something about school bothering you? I mean, I know how seriously you take your studies, but I'm sure everything is fine! And even if - "

"I said I'm fine, Anna." It came out much louder and harsher than she had intended, and caused everyone in the room shoot her a surprised glance. Sighing, she sat down.

"I'm perfectly fine."

The drive home was silent.

Elsa sat crammed in the corner, as far away from Anna as possible. She knew that she was being unfair, avoiding Anna without explanation, but being around Anna only fed the guilt she already felt. She remained unsure as to why, however; She didn't have feelings Anna. She couldn't. She noticed Anna sending concerned looks her way, but made a point of ignoring them, deciding that any interaction with the girl would be unhealthy at this pnt.

Kristoff pulled up to Anna's driveway to drop her off. She stared at Elsa tentatively before unbuckling her seatbelt and opening the car door.

"Hey, Elsa," She began softly. "If you wanna talk later, call me, okay?" The blonde nodded stiffly, eyes trained on he ground in front of her. If she wasn't already in a state of extreme stress due to the incident in chem in the morning and her situation with Anna, she was sure she would have felt guilty for being so cold towards the girl.

Anna nodded in response, bid farewell to Kristoff, and hurried inside her house, slamming the door behind her.

When the redhead was safely inside, Kristoff turned around to face the pensive girl behind him.

"Elsa."

She remained silent. He sighed.

"Look," he began. "I know things aren't great for you right now, what with school and college and all that. Hell, they're rough for me and Anna too. I know how you get when things get rough, but if you're gonna shut people out-" He was cut off by a sharp glare from the girl and raised his hands defensively. "Sorry! But come on, you and I both know how you are when you go through hard times." Guilty, Elsa moved her eyes back to her folded hands.

"Anyway," Kristoff started again. "If you're going to shut people out, just please don't shut out Anna. She really does care a lot about you, and pushing her away will only hurt both of you."

Hurt by her friend's observation, Elsa forced herself to speak. "I ... I know. It's just - It's just hard, that's all." Kristoff nodded understandingly, eyes sincere. Elsa sent a weak smile his way, which quickly faded when he spoke.

"You know, the way you guys act sometimes, it reminds me of two elementary kids with crushes."

Elsa's frowned incredulously at the huge blonde before her. "A crush?" She huffed nervously. "Don't be disgusting, Kristoff. We're both girls. Things like that aren't meant to happen." The boy made a face. "Jeez. Homophobic, much? I know you're family is religious, but there's really nothing wrong with it." Elsa kept her eyes trained on the window, and quietly muttered "Well, that's not how I see it."

Kristoff shrugged. "Whatever you say, I guess. I'm here to talk if you need to, alright?"

Elsa, unresponsive, failed to nod or even to aknowledge the blood leaking from her bitten lip.

As luck would have it, that night was Elsa's father's night of choice for his bi-weekly news rants.

"Useless filth," He muttered. "I'll never understand how heathens like them came to be accepted in society. I'll tell you, when I was growing up, people were right minded, not tweaked like they are today."

"Come now, dear," The rotund mans wife soothed. "You know as well as I do that their day of judgement will come. It's no use wasting your energy on them." Her husband scoffed and downed a shot of some sort of expensive alchohol.

"Did I ever tell you we had a faggot working at out company?" At this the woman gasped, placing a hand on her mouth. The man nodded incredulously. "It's true. I always knew there was something off about him, and the minute I found out about his disgusting sex life, I tell you; You're lucky I was in a good mood that day, or we might have had a lawsuit on our hands." He chuckled lightly at the thought of beating the life out of some unnassuming homosexual, taking another swig of his liquor.

Elsa, curled up tightly on the couch, felt every word sink into her like needles. Her mother, intuitive as always, noticed her daughter's discomfort and turned to face her worridly. "Elsa, dear, what's bothering you? You've been so quiet ever since you got home. Even you are usually more conversational than this." Elsa sat up straight hastily, giving her mother a tight lipped smile. "I'm sorry, mama. It's just..." She bit her already bruised lip, more for the sake of theatrics than actual nervousness. "Even thinking about such terrible sins makes me awfully uncomfortable. I'm also... I'm very sleepy. May I be excused to bed?" Her mother nodded kindly and kissed her cheek, and she headed languidly to her room.

Upon exiting the shower, she found that her phone was lit up with a text. Anna, of course.

"Remember that you're beatiful and we love you!" Several heart emojis were stratigically placed before and after the sentence.

With a groan, Elsa fell into bed, hoping that by morning all of her stress would be dissolved.