Anna Andersen had definitely pissed off someone important in a past life. Maybe she'd messed with the wrong god, or a witch had cursed her, or she'd done something terrible and her past deeds were finally catching up to her. Whatever had happened, the result was standing on a porch, fiddling with her snapback, and wondering what she could do to get out of this situation.

Mr. Weselton - Weasletown she corrected, picturing the squat little monkey of a man with displeasure - had been the one to inform her that her project partner was to be Elsa Winters. She had felt the urge to inform him that his toupee looked like someone had run over a rabid grey squirrel, twice. Instead, she had accepted the assignment graciously, hiding her overwhelming dismay - that was most definitely probably matched by the cheerleader she'd been stuck with. Behind the veneer of cold politeness on her face was sure to have been a disdainful sneer, but like her fellow pom-pom paraders, Winters was an expert at hiding behind a smile.

Hunching her shoulders, Anna decided that it was better to get this over with than to drag it out looking like a loser. She quickly gazed around her to see if anybody had seen her at the cheerleader's doorstep - she didn't want to have to deal with Miss Top-Of-The-Food-Chain snapping at her about ruining her rep. Releasing a breath, Anna finally rapped on the door, shave-and-a-haircut style, and immediately regretted doing so.

"Coming!" A muffled call came from inside, and Anna could hear heavy footsteps rushing towards the door. "Hey, hi, sorry, I lost track of time-," Winters, breathless, wrenched open the door. It took all of Anna's will to keep her jaw from dropping. Winters was clad in a t-shirt rolled up to just below her perky breasts, and a pair of sophie shorts so tiny Anna was sure they had to be illegal in several countries. "I was working out," she finished apologetically. That's when Anna noticed the sweat. The hair that wasn't tied back away from Winters' face was plastered to her forehead and neck, and her alabaster skin glowed with post-exercise glamour.

"No problem," Anna grunted, pushing her way into the house and past the girl, trying not to notice the several inches Winters' had on her in the height department. The cheerleader closed the door behind them and overtook Anna when she faltered, unsure of where to go.

"Go ahead and set up in the living room. I'm gonna hop in the shower so I don't stink, is that okay?" She gave Anna a bashful smile and Anna shrugged it off, her lips twitching.

"Whatever." Winters' sweat probably smelled like sunshine and rainbows anyway.

As her host ascended the staircase, Anna made herself comfortable, throwing her backpack on the couch and following suit with her body. She looked around at the immaculate living room, noting how spotless it was and feeling a bit self conscious about how she was probably dirtying it up just sitting there. Letting her mind wander, Anna found herself wondering what the rest of the house looked like; even from the outside it looked huge, and if it was as fancy as the living room, Anna definitely didn't belong here. The kitchen was probably decked out with modern, chrome appliances, the dining room with hand carved furniture from Italy, in all likelihood a sitting room existed and was regularly dusted, Elsa's bedroom probably had its own private bathroom…

Her thoughts screeched to a halt. Oh no. She was not going to go down that route. She was not going to imagine Winters undressing, getting wet under the hot water as it dripped down her skin… NOPE. That was not something Anna should even think about. Sure, Winters was conventionally beautiful, but she was also a cheerleader, and Anna was not some desperate, drooling schmuck. Or at least, not one attracted to mainstream, hetero girls, who were in all likelihood going steady with Hans Sutherland. Handsome Hans being generally not that much of a douchebag despite being a jock was besides the point, and all the more reason not to make a move on his girl. Anna was going to straighten out her thoughts - as much as she could - and that was the end of it.

"Sorry I took so long."

Anna jerked in surprise, swallowing a shriek, and swiveled to glare at the girl. Her original intent was lost when she saw that Winters was wearing an almost see-through Arendelle High t-shirt and a pair of sinfully tight jean shorts. Resisting all urges to discern whether or not the cheerleader was wearing a bra, Anna stared at the ground and scowled. Winters wasn't going to make this any easier. Typical.

"Let's get started, shall we?" Winters effortlessly hopped over the back of the couch and landed next to Anna with a grin, bouncing from her momentum. The movement certainly answered the question of if she was wearing a bra at the moment.

"Yes, let's," Anna mimicked, coughing and rolling her eyes. "So, Winters-,"

"Please, call me Elsa," she interrupted, a small smile on her face as she turned her body towards Anna. Anna must have looked as distinctly uncomfortable as she felt, because Winters' smile faltered, then grew mischievous. "Or 'your majesty', whichever you prefer."

"Elsa, right, cool," Anna said quickly, ignoring the fluttering in her stomach at the implications of calling the cheerleader anything like that. She quashed the heat rising in her cheeks and rolled her shoulders. "I'm Anna. Nice to meetcha, and all that." She glanced over and saw the amused look on Elsa's face and cleared her throat nervously. "Sooooo…"

"So," Elsa repeated, giggling. She covered her mouth with her hand as she did so, prompting a string of internal swearing from Anna. She is not cute, she is not attractive, she is not hot! Anna berated herself, letting out a growl. "What was that?"

Jerking back, Anna almost smacked Elsa in the face. The cheerleader had gotten way too close without Anna noticing. Had she said that out loud? Oh god. "Uh, I have no idea what we're supposed to be doing for Weasel- I mean, Weselton." Instead of being annoyed like Anna expected, Elsa just giggled again.

"It's okay," she whispered conspiratorially, scooting even closer into Anna's bubble, "I call him that, too."

"Uh, yeah," Anna squeaked, leaning away from the cheerleader as best as she could without seeming like a weirdo, "Everybody does." They sat in awkward silence for a moment before Elsa leaned back.

"Anyway, we have to make a poster about cellulose. I have some poster paper left over from a different project, so we should be fine on that front." Anna had a hard time listening to what Elsa was actually saying, because the girl had began to drum her fingers on a patch of bare skin where her shirt had begun to ride up. "Did you bring your textbook?"

"Uh, yeah," Anna blurted, cursing herself. Was that all she knew how to say? "I mean, yes. Yes I did." She grabbed her backpack and dug through it, yanking the fat book out violently. "Fuck, this thing is heavy." Her eyes flickered over to Elsa and she grimaced. "Sorry."

Elsa shrugged. "I don't give a shit," she responded playfully. "Swear all you fucking want." Elsa bit her lip, trying to restrain a grin, and Anna had to tear her eyes from Elsa's mouth. There was no point in trying to resist smiling back, though. "Why don't we both read through the chapter and maybe highlight the stuff we can put on the poster?" Anna grunted in approval and flipped open her book, trying hard not to stare as Elsa pulled herself over the side of the couch to rummage through her backpack and grab her textbook.

Oh my god, her ass is perfect. Anna groaned, her eyes drinking in the sight of Elsa's jean shorts clinging to her derrière. She caught a glimpse of the cheerleader's panties before Elsa sat back down with a whump!, textbook in hand. All Anna could do down was stare blankly at her textbook, mechanically flipping pages once in awhile, not taking in anything she read. Occasionally Elsa would shift, or stretch, or give a little 'hum' as she read. There was nothing in the book that was at all interesting enough to capture her attention, so Anna was hyper-aware of every movement the other girl made.

"You ready?" A soft murmur reached Anna's ears, something underlying Elsa's tone making Anna's fingertips tingle. She looked over to her project partner, whose head was tilted and whose body leaned forward in such a way that her cleavage was on perfect display.

"Huh?" Anna squeaked. Elsa followed her gaze and looked back up at Anna, grinning. Oh god, she saw me looking! Burying her face in her textbook, Anna muttered, "Uh, no, not done reading yet. I guess I don't read as fast as you."

"I'll go grab the poster board while you finish up, then." There was an extra sway in the cheerleader's hips as she walked away that Anna - who was most definitely not checking her out - couldn't help but notice. Anna narrowed her eyes, clutching her textbook to her chest. Was Elsa teasing her? She didn't think that the blonde was that much of a bitch; then again, sometimes people didn't realize how much they affected other people when they did shit like that. She shrugged it off, figuring that Elsa probably didn't even know what she was doing anyway. The girl seemed a bit oblivious when it came to flirting at school, from what Anna had seen from Elsa's interactions with the people who drooled after her.

"Not my problem," she muttered, shoving her textbook off of her lap.

"Got it!" Elsa returned to to the living room, grinning and holding up a rolled up poster. She knelt in front of Anna and spread it out, stretching across the coffee table, her shirt riding far up her back. Anna froze, clutching the couch, her eyes flitting over Elsa's exposed skin and traveling down her long legs. A strong pulse in Anna's core forced her to stand up, her knees bumping into Elsa as she did so.

"Sorry! Sorry - Listen, uh, Elsa, I'm sorry, but I gotta go."

"What?" Elsa turned and gave Anna an astonished look. Noticing the pained, awkward grimace on Anna's face, Elsa touched her shoulder with concern. "Are you okay?"

"I got a text - family emergency - gotta go," Anna explained quickly, pulling away from Elsa's gentle touch and gathering up her things. Shoving them into her backpack, she swung the bag over her shoulder and quickly escaped to the foyer. "I'll send you an email of what we should include, maybe we can work on it in the library at school-"

"Anna, it's due tomorrow-!"

"Yeah, yeah, sorry, I'll make it up to you somehow! I really have to go-"

Anna flew out the front door, not looking behind her as she ran down the street, her face flushed with embarrassment and - she was loathe to admit - arousal. There was no fucking way she could stay in that house with Elsa - with Winters - and not make a fool out of herself. She'd rather fail this project than subject herself to that.