"I just wanted to know what his name was!" Flynn yelled. "It's not like I care about your love life!" Elsa frowned. "Yeah, unless it includes YOU!" Flynn stared at her, shocked at this. "What the heck, Elsa! I don't like you! And I definitely don't love you!" Elsa laughed cruelly. "Then why do you call me every day? Are you a stalker?!" Flynn ran his hands through his hair. "Why are you bringing this up, princess!" a vein pulsed in Elsa's forehead. "Don't call me that! You know I hate it! Oh, and by the way, what else do you know about me?!" Flynn laughed. "Why should I tell you? It's not like we're friends!" this stopped Elsa. "What do you mean? I thought we were close!" "Why would you think that?" Flynn shouted. "You text me every day, we eat out together, and our best friends are dating!" Elsa stated. Flynn frowned, considering this for a moment. "So? You never said I couldn't text you, or sit with you! And I can't help Jack and Hiccup! It's not like I wanted them to date your fellow brats" Elsa stomped her foot. " Rapunzel and Merida are not brats! and none of this is helping! Just tell me why you message me all the time!" Flynn faltered, and looked into Elsa's eyes. "I don't know really, I guess I found you interesting. Who wouldn't? Your parents mysteriously disappeared when you where young, and you never speak about them. You love winter and are always singing. You're solemn but sweet. You don't talk much around me, but I've heard you with your friends! You're so loud! You drive to school, and act like a total priss. I don't know why your so nice around me! you act all cold, but I bet your heard is colder!" Elsa stood in confusion. "What did I just hear? An oral report on my life?! What was the point of that? I don't know what to make of it!" Flynn stepped closer. "To be honest, I don't know either. I just had to say it. I think…well, I…I don't…dang it!" Elsa moved closer, so she was inches away from Flynn. "What?!" Flynn looked down at the ground. "its gonna sound weird, but I'll try my best…

Elsa, I like you, and, at the same time, I dislike you. I am always confused around you. Like right now, for instance. I want to slap you, but at the same time I want to kiss you. At school, I call you a snob, and a beauty. When I'm around the guys, they bring you up and I'm like, "that jerk! She's so nice!" and when I watch those Barbie movies when I get home (don't ask!) I think about how I would cry and laugh if you died. When I think about you, I think about a nuclear explosion, and a patch of wildflowers. I need help!

I hate you, and I love you.

Elsa stood in silence. A tear fell from her cheek, and she turned her back to Flynn. "Flynn, I have so many things I want to say, but I don't know how to express them all. So I'll just do this instead…" Elsa leaned in closer, her forehead touching Flynn's. Flynn reached out to touch her cheek, and she closed her eyes. Flynn braced for a kiss. In a second, Flynn felt a sting sensation on his cheek, and watched in horror as Elsa pulled her hand back. Flynn was sure he had a handprint on his face from the slap. "Ow!" he shouted. "wha…" as soon as Elsa slapped him, she placed her hands on his neck, and kissed him. Flynn was processing all of this. What just happened? He wondered. He felt her warm lips against his, and he instantly melted. Moving his hands to her waist, he kissed her passionately. What was happening? He thought to himself. How did this happen? She pulled away gently and gazed at him. Wow. I think I'm in love.