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(A/N: Howdy all. I know that a lot of you are all shocked and bothered about what I did last chapter. I think I'll stay in the safety of my captain's quarters though. It's all snug and warm, unlike the weather outside. Yeah, Elsa is pissed and she's taking it out on everybody outside. This is not acceptable behavior young lady! *ship tips and Roo scrambles about her bunker* *walkie-talkie comes on* Crew member: "Uhm, captain." What? Crew: "There's a giant ice spire that's going through the hull of the ship. The ship is sinking." Oh shit! The ship is sinking. This is not good. O.O I don't have much to tell you guys up here, but there's plenty below on what I have to say. Just… this chapter is a doozy. It was one hell of a chapter to write, and it will be one hell of a chapter to read; I'll guarantee you that much. As always, thanks for reading Frostbitten and Lovestruck. Enjoy.)

Melancholy plagued Arendelle Manor in the two days that passed. It was Sunday, and the entire mansion had hardly stirred. Darkness shrouded the confines of the young winter-blonde's room. In this eerie obscurity, the heir to it all lie nestled upon a thick comforter; yet the plush fabric held neither warmth nor comfort for her.

One would liken the teen to that of a corpse: pale, unmoving — and oddly enough — cold. So unnaturally cold. Red verglas collected on the surface of the satin quilt and upon her fingertips. Her eyes were scrunched together in a futile attempt to escape the horrible nightmare reeling in her head. Sweat slid down her brow until she jolted awake. Heavy breaths puffed from her lips. Her fist collided with the cold substance on her bed, but it went unnoticed. The cold never bothered her. She rarely felt it.

Elsa slid down her bed once again until her back came in contact with the soft material. She was left alone with her thoughts, and her thoughts remained in the past.

The clock rolled over to nine o'clock by the time Gaston pulled his car up to the manor. Gardeners were busy trimming unkempt or withered leaves upon the hedges. They barely registered to the presence of their mistress's return. Not like it mattered. She could care less at that moment.

To her right, the car door opened, and an offered arm was given to the heartbroken girl. Gaston was bullheaded and a complete jackass in every sense of the word, but he couldn't bring himself to begrudge his friend and employer while in her woeful state. He should be angry! He had every right to be so. But he just couldn't. Belle must have had more of an impact on his sentimental side than he thought.

Elsa took the offered arm in appreciation and the pair entered their abode.

Bulda was in the foyer adding some last minute touch ups on a few dusty Arendelle family busts until she saw the two teenagers enter the manor. She raised her hand to greet them, or would have had she not noticed the dried tear trail that streamed down Elsa's face. "Elsa, hon, are you okay? You don't look too good," she commented as she shuffled across the marble floor.

Gaston opened his mouth to give a response, but his employer spoke for herself. "I'm really tired. The party really took a lot out of me. I'm going to retire to my bedroom early," she said as she looked away from Kristoff's adoptive mother.

Bulda looked at the girl, who she considered as a second child, in concern but left the matter alone.

While the stout woman scuttled off to go back to her dusting, Gaston escorted the depressed heiress to her room. Once inside, the bodyguard closed the door behind him and approached Elsa as she discarded her shoes haphazardly on the floor.

Elsa looked back when she felt her friend's large hand clasped on her shoulder. He asked her what happened. Disheartenment filled the sigh that escaped her. The two sat on her large bed and she relayed the events that happened just hours ago.

The more Gaston listened, the more he began to feel. He looked away from her, grief-stricken. He never saw how Belle reacted when Elsa told her of his carnal romp with Paula, but he couldn't shun what he saw with his own eyes. He saw the immense pain that cheating had on someone he cared about.

A cold hand cupped his cheek and forced him to look her in the eyes. Elsa realized that she got through to Gaston, even though the price she paid was far steeper than she was willing to pay. "I'm… not good with words, but…" she stopped her friend from his apologies. She propped her head against his firm abs. His warmth against her cool body was a welcomed comfort for the time being.

For the first time since they arrived home, she laughed; it was a depreciated laugh, but she laughed nonetheless. "How ironic is this?" she commented dryly. One pair of blue eyes met the other. "Bet this is karma for breaking you and Belle up," she retorted.

Gaston wasn't used to feeling so many different emotions at once. He was prone to anger, or any emotion alike, but these feelings were beginning to be too much for the guy. He wanted to try… talking. "Karma can fall off a cliff! If she wants to act on my behalf she needs to get her nosy ass back in the kitchen," he paused. "No one deserves to be cheated on... To be treated poorly."

Elsa moved closer to her friend's warmth. "Thank you for forgiving me," she responded.

They spent the remainder of that night together since the young heiress didn't want to be left alone. It wasn't his style, but this new, compassionate Gaston allowed himself to be subjected to becoming an emotional safe haven for his friend. The gesture didn't last past that night though.

Elsa asked him to stand guard around her room so that she wasn't disturbed. This wouldn't have been a problem had she at least allowed servants to bring her food. After skipping both breakfast and lunch that Saturday, the staff began to get worried and stipulated to cater to their young mistress; but Gaston denied entry — following his own orders.

The Arendelle heiress's retreat to her room reached the ears of her younger cousin. It wasn't anything new. Elsa was an introvert by nature, but she never missed meals, and that was enough to incur his investigation. When he arrived at his cousin's door, Gaston stopped him. "Move Gaston. I'm going in there," he stated.

"Sorry, but Elsa hasn't been in the mood for company lately," he replied. All those formal bodyguard sessions were coming in handy that day.

Jack knew that he could remove his friend with a simple reminder of who the burly teen was employed under, but there was no need to bruise Gaston's ego. Instead, he looked up to the older boy and flashed him his biggest puppy dog eyes that he could muster. "Pretty please," he asked.

Gaston looked away but felt the heated gaze of those damned eyes on him. "Argh! All right. Fine! But don't say I didn't warn you when I said that Elsa wasn't in the mood for company," he advised, but allowed the white-haired boy access to the room.

Jack ignored the warning and walked into Elsa's room.

As soon as he entered he left just as quickly. The conversation was brief, cold, and very hostile. Tears brimmed the corners of his eyes. Hurt etched every contour of his face. He pulled out his cellphone and dialed Kristoff's number. He wasn't able to make Elsa budge, but he knew someone that could.

Kristoff opted out to spend his spring break with Merida and her family. He wanted to take their relationship to another level, but before he could, he wanted to prove himself reliable to his girlfriend's father.

At that moment he was elbow deep in a pigpen trying to feed the gluttonous swine. He felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket. The blonde balanced the bucket of feed on his hip as he dug through his pocket. He achieved success and retrieved the device. He held the phone up to his ear. "Hello?"

Kristoff was almost deafened by the intense whimpering assaulting his ears. He had to hold the phone a couple of inches away from his head! Good gods what happened to Jack?! "Easy there Jack, what's going on? Pitch being an ass again?" His remark earned him whiplash from the young boy. The conversation drew on as Jack retold what transpired a few minutes ago.

Merida noticed that her boyfriend had stopped running around her farm in an amusing attempt to impress her dad. She walked over to the last place he said he would be and found him ending a phone call. "Is everything okay Kris," she asked as she walked over to her boyfriend.

He looked down to the fiery redhead and shook his head. "Family trouble. It doesn't look good. I've gotta head back," he said and placed a small kiss on her forehead. He ran to the main house on the large plot of land and began to pack.

It was well past noon by the time Kristoff managed to pack up his belongings and head over to Arendelle Manor. It was on the brink of evening actually. Staff members were flabbergasted at the recent developments. Some of the more selfish amid the workers feared for their jobs once the mister and the misses returned. Bulda and Cliff tried to maintain the peace within the manor, but it seemed like a feeble effort.

Kristoff cut through the halls of the manor and quickly made it to his friend's room. Gaston remained at his station, but his demeanor greatly changed between Jack's visit and now. He looked down to Kristoff. The taller cast a forlorn look towards the door. Someone needed to get through to the girl. Her attitude had a great impact on those around her. She declined the lunch offered to her a few hours ago, and that was the straw that broke the camel's back with the manor staff.

Gaston shuffled away from the door and allowed his friend access. He wasn't good with dealing with emotional women so he left any and all emotions up to the burly blonde. The bodyguard gave him a look that clearly said good luck.

Like Jack, Kristoff entered the room cautiously. The sudden chill to the room bit him to the bone. Emotions were one thing, but did she have to leave her room temperature at a damn near negative degrees. Holy hell it was cold!

Elsa looked over her shoulder when her visitor remained silent. Bitterness laced every trace of blue in her irises. A sound came from her, but Kristoff couldn't distinguish if it was a laugh, a scoff, or both. "So you've finally decided to grace me with your presence? What an honor," she retorted. Clearly she was being sarcastic, but that didn't mean her words hurt any less.

The remark slightly pissed him off because he put his plans on hold to check in on her. He calmed himself. He knew that Elsa was upset, but about what, he didn't know.

Kristoff prodded for information in a vain attempt to assess the situation. No one seemed to know anything. Well, almost no one. His attempts rewarded him with success but not in the way he wanted. Elsa was angry, and the temperature appeared to lower with her ire. "What's been eating me? I fucking needed you on Friday! I wanted my brother with me and he was being too much of a petty jackass to be there for me," she snarled.

Her words left the blonde boy unfazed. He scoffed at her melodramatics. Really? That's what this whole thing was about? "Gee, well what did ya do; embarrass yourself at your first high school party," he almost laughed until Elsa withdrew into herself.

It was then that realized sarcasm wasn't the best way to handle this particular conversation, and took a more serious approach. Elsa looked over to him and bitterly told him what had occurred. "… and you can't even imagine how much it hurt to see Anna so comfortable in the arms of another… I- I couldn't take it. My heart couldn't take it. I just wanted to get away…" she continued and told him the events that happened between the party and now.

Kristoff was shocked to say the least, and downright confused all the more. After he heard the events in its entirety he immediately suspected something didn't add. "Hans, that sneaky son of a bitch. I knew you shouldn't have trusted him. He's up to something," he muttered as he came up with minute theories.

However, his sister had other theories. "You can suspect Hans all you want. I'm angry at both of them!" she growled.

As much as Elsa had every right to be angry, Kristoff was dubious about Anna's involvement. She didn't strike him as that kind of girl. Sure she was fiery and feisty — much like his own girlfriend — but definitely not a cheater. "Maybe Anna was drunk Els. I can't see any reason for her to be interested in Hans," he threw in one of his theories.

Elsa shook her head and began to debunk his theory. "No… Anna was with me for most of the party. The amount of time she had went off to cheat on me," she hissed, "…was too short of a time for her to get drunk; unless the cheap crap they served at the party could get you drunk off your ass in mere minutes." Oh how she wished that were the case. She could forgive Anna if her inhibitions were lowered by alcohol. If Anna had been drunk, a make-out session wouldn't have been that unforgivable. They would need to talk about it afterwards, but it was something she was willing to forgive.

Kristoff scratched the back of his neck and offered her his pity. Pity… wasn't the best card to play in this situation. "You should have been there! If you hate Hans so much then you would have kept your eye on him! I expected Gaston to have me as his top priority but what's your excuse?!" she yelled. She knew how much he hated Hans. By her logic: if he had been there he would have noticed Hans and Anna sneaking off and prevented the whole thing!

Kristoff knew Elsa was heartbroken but he flat refused to be thrown under the bus because of something he had no control over. He cared for Elsa dearly, but she was acting like an irrational brat! "I'm your friend Elsa, not your babysitter! I have a life too, and you know what? I have a girlfriend that I'm really into! I can be there with you all the time!" he hollered.

The two friends went at each others throats, which was the complete opposite of what Kristoff wanted accomplished. "Then I guess you don't care about the number one rule: family sticks together!" she shouted in his face. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath. Tears fell for the umpteenth time since the whole thing began. "But if that rule is too much of a burden for you to bear — if you can't have my back — then I have no reason to call you brother!"

A force analogous to the wrath of nature itself struck the blonde boy right in the heart. O-ouch… He staggered as the words pierced his ears. They lived together. They — they, grew up in the same crib! Hell, even Elsa's own mother breastfed him alongside her when they were babies; and she said those words so easily. Ouch… How could she… why would she… He needed space to heal this wound.

Kristoff left Elsa in the privacy of her dim room.

Gaston looked at the boy when he exited the cold bedroom and gave him a look of sympathy. He was Elsa's bodyguard, and her childhood friend, but he didn't meet her until they were nine. He could only imagine what it felt like it felt like to have those words directed towards himself.

On the west side of Larcbost, Anna lost all patience with her cellphone and threw the useless thing against the wall. She hoped it broke. Ever since Elsa left the party that night she tried to get in contact with the girl. By the looks of it, Elsa was planning on ignoring all of her texts and calls until school started. This was something that could not wait until spring break ended.

Her heart hammered against her ribcage and her lungs heaved in her chest. Emotions ran high: devastation, heartbreak, guilt, nervousness, and then anger. She ranted to the high heavens about her love life. "… and I freaking love her and she has th-the nerve to accuse me of cheating on her wi-with, with Hans!" she growled as she paced the room. She didn't understand how Elsa had suddenly became Hans, but she'll be thrice damned before she wants him over Elsa! The cheerleader bit her bottom lip as she thought further.

Anna knew what Elsa looked like. She knew Elsa's body on the most intimate level possible. The only thing that night that could have threw her for a loop was that Elsa had been more aggressive, but at the time she chalked it up to the girl being horny. It wouldn't have been the first time that Elsa was more aggressive than gentle in their affection, but that wasn't her Elsa she was with on that night; it was Hans!

The embers of her rage quelled until it morphed into paranoia. Hot, glassy droplets pooled the corners of her eyes the more she was left with her thoughts. "Oh god why? What if she leaves me? I don't want her to leave me. I wouldn't have even left the fucking card table if I knew this would happen," her thoughts raved.

They had developed a strong level of trust. Elsa was her first — who she thought was her "The One" — and now everything was going to hell in a hand basket. This was just too perfect! The first meaningful relationship she had and she didn't know how it went wrong! She threw herself on her bed and screamed into a pillow.

Concern came form the elder Andersens as they heard their daughter rage about something. A pillow muffled her rant so they couldn't make out what was said. Cecelia and Tony knocked on their daughter's door. "Sweetie can we come in?" Tony asked.

Anna removed the plush cushion from her face and responded, "yes."

Cecilia found the younger sprawled against the bed, staring up at the ceiling. "Anna you've been really moody lately. Has something happened that you want to tell us about?" she asked. The older strawberry-blonde lived through high school so what could her daughter possibly say that she couldn't handle? Oh how wrong she was.

Hesitantly, Anna thought about whether she should or shouldn't confide in her parents about her current predicament. On one hand, she knew that there would most likely be a misunderstanding, but on the other hand, they were her parents. If she couldn't go to them then who could she go to?

After a minute of deliberation she retold what transpired on Friday night in a very Anna-like fashion. Fortunately her father he had years of getting used to the rambling from Cecilia otherwise he wouldn't have caught a single thing she had said. However, if what his daughter said was true then he wished that he had left the matter up to his wife. He knew his child was a terrible liar so he had no reason not to believe her.

"Whoa boy…" he sighed.

Cecilia was uncharacteristically stolid about Anna's rambling. She was curious about a few things, but those could wait for a later time. "Did you drink at all during this party?" It wasn't uncommon for students to embrace their first taste of adulthood at a high school party, which is why it didn't bothered her much if Anna did.

Anna's face contorted in disgust. In her sophomore year her former-cheerleading captain took her to her first high school party. The experience was invigorating but not the cheap alcohol at the party. The horrid liquid burned her throat and left a bad taste in her mouth. "Ew, no. I hate that stuff. I'd rather drink formaldehyde," she remarked with her tongue stuck out in aversion.

Well that knocked off one theory for certain; but what went wrong? The Andersens couldn't possibly believe that their daughter was a cheater: not with the way she flounced around the apartment. Sometimes it was like she wasn't home; most likely she was on cloud nine with nothing but whimsical, romantic thoughts on the brain.

Tony was dumbstruck. He lolled his head from one side to the other. "I don't see how you managed to get yourself into this kind of mess sweetie. It would be easier to understand if she at least looked like a boy, or the boy you kissed." It was obvious to him that Elsa was certainly female, but how could his daughter confuse someone as feminine as her girlfriend with a guy? Don't take it the wrong way: he could care less if Anna wanted to date boys — he was very accepting when Anna said she was a pansexual — but he couldn't connect the dots between Elsa and a boy.

And as fate just so had it Anna unintentionally connected those dots. "… but regardless of whether Elsa is a hermaphrodite or not, I know a female body when I see one." She clamped her hands over her mouth when she realized that this was not how she planned on telling her parents that Elsa was dual-sexed.

If Principal Hellman was the Lord of the Underworld when he was mad, then he needed to find a new title, because Tony was livid. "What did you just say Anna Anise Andersen?!" he shouted. Oh… not the middle name… Anything but the middle name! Anyone who's had their parents call out their whole name knew they fucked up.

Anna never feared her father, but she felt more secure beside her mother than anywhere near the man. "This day was getting worse by the minute," she whimpered internally. It's not like she could lie about it now. The truth was out in the open and she knew she had a bad habit of saying too much when she rambled. "Elsa's a hermaphrodite daddy," she replied meekly; her eyes never left her bedspread.

Both Anna and Cecilia jumped when the man stormed out of the room. Cecilia turned her attention to address her daughter but stopped when she heard an audible crash from the other room. Anna refused to look at her mother in fear of the response. She wanted to talk to her parents and she messed up the entire conversation.

The Andersen matriarch lifted her daughter's chin so that those teal eyes met her green eyes. She was hurt that Anna had lied to her, to both her and Tony, but anger wasn't what was needed right now. "You know better than to lie to us Anna. We trust you to make good choices, but how can we now after you took our trust and destroyed it?" she lectured. Her voice was soft but it still stung with the guilt that only a disappointed parent could conjure.

"I'm sorry mom. I wanted to spend Valentine's Day with her, and I knew you would say no if I told you about it," Anna apologized.

Cecilia knew that Elsa stayed over their apartment for the weekend since the girl, hermaphrodite — whatever; since she was still in the apartment by the time they came back from their own weekend of love. Had she known about this she probably would have stayed to supervise them. The woman's eyes widened as a thought came to mind. "Did you sleep with her?"

It wasn't a request, but a demand: all the more reason to be honest. She adjudicated to come clean and affirm what happened that Valentine's Day weekend.

"Anna, this is unacceptable. I'm very disappointed in you. Not because of what you did, but that you lied to us. You're going to have a lot of work to do to regain our trust again," she reprimanded.

"Yes ma'am…"

Despite her best efforts to be strict, she wasn't heartless. The conversation started out because of Anna's romantic problems and she wanted no hand in adding any further emotional burden. Her arms were opened to embrace Anna.

Anna returned the gesture, and although it was brief, it brought comfort.

After a few choice words it dawned upon the younger that she was grounded. She couldn't go out for the remainder of spring break, and she couldn't participate in extracurriculars until they told her otherwise.

It didn't matter that much for the time being. Coach Calhoun rarely called for practice, particularly for the girls in the graduating class. Huzzah for senior privilege. Most students had preparations for graduation — that was only a few short months away — and prom — that was less than a month away.

Anna wasn't fond of being left alone to deal with her emotions, but at least she had her cellphone. She found the cellular device on the floor and contemplated who she should contact. Her Prince was obviously going to ignore her calls for the remainder of spring break. "Ugh, it would help if you would just listen to me!" she mentally shouted. She wanted to fix this! Fix everything.

A name came up on her contact — one she hadn't thought of. Kristoff! If anyone could help her it was him. Elsa's family was still living with the Bjorgmans, if her memory served correctly. She just hoped that Elsa hadn't told him what happened yet.

Days passed since the Arendelle heiress cut contact between her and the outside world. It was Tuesday. No one was allowed near her room, not even Gaston. After the stunt he pulled, when he let Kristoff enter her room, she chewed his head off. She mentioned something about picking sides, or whatever. Either way it harbored ill effects on the manor — enough to warrant the immediate attention of the master and misses.

Rosenwyn was not pleased when she heard of her daughter's behavior, but when word reached her ears about the girl's lack of nourishment alongside with the distant demeanor, that's when she became concerned for the worse. She arrived fresh off of an international flight. Her company required her presence in Russia but family came first!

Frost nipped at her ankles as she hurried down the hushed halls. The only thing that stopped her from advancing any further was the sight of her husband, who was headed in the same direction. "Gareth," she called.

The master of the house stopped his stride and turned to his frenetic wife. He saw the thin sheet of ice that trailed behind her — something that seldom happened. Gareth opened his arms and embraced his lover. "I knew I should have postponed my trip, I knew it! Have you run into any of the staff? Has anyone told you anything — anything at all?" she probed.

Gareth rubbed soothing circles in Rosenwyn's back. "My sweet, winter rose, you have to calm yourself. We'll get to the bottom of this," he vowed. "The only thing I know is what the staff told me: Gaston stood guard at Elsa's door. He tried to get her to eat something, and then she got angry and yelled at him. She locked her door after that," he relayed.

The lady of the house sighed at the information. Nothing new.

The worried parents chatted concisely as they formulated a way to get in the room. "The easiest way we'll be able to get into her room is to just get the skeleton key. I'll get it from my study," Gareth suggested.

While the businessman went searched for the key in his study, Rosenwyn went with a more proactive approach. The woman walked to the room. There wasn't any indication that someone occupied the room. It remained in desolate silence. Rosenwyn jiggled the knob and confirmed that the door was locked.

Ice concentrated in the palm of her hands. The chilly substance slithered across the knob and entered the keyhole. Weak, crackling noises came from within the small hole until something metallic clicked. The woman smiled in success, and made a note to fix the door later. For now she settled her mind on entering the room.

First and foremost she noticed that the room had a discernible coldness. It was unnatural, and Rosenwyn recognized it. For a moment she considered that her own nervousness had caused the shift in temperature when she used her powers on the lock, but whenever she tried to shift the coldness to a more palpable degree, it reverted back to frigid levels.

Apparently her daughter was much like herself: emotions influenced her powers. Whatever disturbed the girl has affected her emotions to the brink of her powers fighting against the Serum X. Most Supers couldn't pull off such a feat. Their lives would have to be in eminent danger for such a violent, bodily reaction to trigger their powers. The mother held her breath when the realization dawned upon her.

This was not good.

Small contours of the winter-blonde, curled upon a small portion of the oversized bed, could subtly be made out. Her iPhone's earbuds were plugged into her ears. The soft melody of Toni Braxton's Unbreak My Heart played into her ears.

Light crept into the room and caught the attention of the Arendelle heiress. The earbuds popped out of her ears. She turned her head to see who interrupted her sulking, and discovered her mother walking into the semi-luminescent room.

Rosenwyn offered a warm smile. Out of all of the people who tried to confront her, her hostility took a dramatic U-turn. Elsa scrambled to her feet and buried her face in her mother's bosom. She was surprised at how easily Elsa came to her instead of her trying to pry for information.

Gareth arrived not long afterwards with the key in hand. He vacillated before he took a few steps into the room. Rosenwyn looked at him from over her shoulder. They had a chemistry that needed few words to communicate what was on their minds. It wasn't like she discouraged him from attempting to talk to Elsa, but they knew that Elsa was prone to withdrawing herself in her own shell if she got depressed. It was something they remembered from her freshman year.

The man glanced at his daughter, and his wife flashed him a smile of reassurance. Her eyes promised that she would give him every detail about their precious Snowflake.

Gareth nodded and closed the door behind him. A cool sensation drew his attention to the knob, and he figured out how she entered the room. He was definitely going to have to get the thing fixed. Drat!

Back in the room, Rosenwyn melted her ice queen persona in front of Elsa. She wasn't a cold parent, but sometimes Elsa had to remind her that she still wore a mask. They walked over to the bed and began to talk about smaller things. It felt nice to talk to each other after the amount of time that passed since the businesswoman left for her trip. And before that, it took a while to contact the woman because she remained in the office. Currently Elsa didn't need a mother who pried for information. She bided her time until the time was right.

Rosenwyn asked Elsa the reason for being so upset. The younger cracked faster than cool glass exposed to heat. Like all who came before her, the Arendelle matriarch was stifled by the revelation. Fury that only a mother could produce filled her eyes. How dare some commoner do such a horrible thing to her little Snowflake?!

In spite of her maternal wrath she remained quiet and docile. She was a busy mother but she was great at assessing situations, and her maternal instincts considered Elsa's feelings. Elsa rarely stood up for herself unless it was for something she genuinely believed in. She stood up to her parents, in the midst of their rejection, just because she was so head over heels for Anna.

She coddled Elsa and tried to soothe the winter-blonde's broken heart. What hurt the most was what her daughter confessed. "I thought we had something really special… that we could have had something like you and papa."

Rosenwyn couldn't tell if the sharp decline in temperature was because of her grief or her daughter's. "Control it Rose. Conceal it," she reminded herself. Years out of her first profession made her a tad out of practice with her meditation.

In her attempt to maintain control over her corybantic powers she barely registered that Elsa had asked her a question. "What should I do? I-I just don't want to hurt like this anymore mama?" she asked as she clutched her chest.

No one needed to be around Elsa for long to diagnose that she wore her heart on her sleeve; and this applied heavily when it came to matters of the heart. Try as Elsa might, she couldn't hide how smitten she was with Anna. Rosenwyn knew about it for two years — more or less — but figured that it was a fleeting fancy at best. How she wished that it were a mere fleeting fancy. She would have paid top dollar if it avoided the devastation that the aftermath wrought in its wake.

Rosenwyn gave a half-hearted smile. "You really are our little Snowflake; so delicate to touch," she stated. "Despite being made of something so cold, you're kind-hearted; so trusting, and now, it has hurt you. You gave your trust to someone you thought would return the sentiment equally-"

Elsa listened to the woman's analysis but couldn't help how she still felt. Regardless of what happened, she couldn't terminate that feeling. "I still love her though…" Foolish. She knew it was remarkably foolish to harbor these feelings — to yearn to return to one who had tromped on her heart — but love makes fools of us all.

After the first mistake of trying to control Elsa's love life, Rosenwyn learned to trust Elsa to make her own choices with love; but when she reflected on the damage brought by the party's aftermath she wasn't sure which was a worse offense: an arranged marriage or a broken heart. "You shouldn't let someone who broke your heart back in. People will always try to worm their way in through the cracks. Don't let them in."

Elsa couldn't fathom shutting out the person who held onto her heart. She tried once and her resolve crippled in a few short weeks. "I… can't. I don't think I'll ever be able to," the winter-blonde said. Her anxiety on the matter showed with the return of the red frost.

The Arendelle matriarch saw the ice. There was a great variance between hers and the young Super's powers. She pulled Elsa into a hug and banished the ice back to its slumbering place. She needed a solution to keep Elsa's powers under control until she could ask her father to train Elsa.

North was an excellent teacher, and had more time than she ever would to teach their lineage's signature element. He taught her and Celyn about the boundless potential of the winter element. All that power in an emotionally unstable teenager was a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. "Maybe I should transfer her. She could focus on her classes better and she wouldn't have any immediate emotional attachment to anyone," she pondered to herself. Theoretically, it could work. Cut out the emotional bond with others and anything that fueled Elsa's powers should be temporarily nullified. "Conceal. Don't feel," she muttered.

The phrase caught the heiress's ear. Confused by it, she asked for its meaning.

Rosenwyn held Elsa's cold hands. She couldn't explain in full, not yet, but hopefully sooner rather than later. "It's for your emotions. Conceal it. Don't feel it. Never let it show!" Safety was her main priority. Elsa was a walking hazard if the Serum X was breaking down a couple of months after a standard injection.

Elsa sighed. From personal experience, it was safe to say it wouldn't have been a first. She hid her feelings about the girl of her dreams on multiple occasions. "Concealing it will be easy, but how can I not feel it? I have so many emotions right now. I feel them."

"You have to try. You can't let your true-self show."

Silence filled the room. The Arendelle matriarch took this as her daughter mulling over the idea. "I'll transfer you to another school if you want me too," she offered.

Elsa bit her lip. "I need time to think about it," she stated bluntly.

Rosenwyn backed off and allowed her daughter some space. They made excellent progress from her mood over the course of spring break. "Fair enough, but I want you to join your father and I for dinner. We'll have your favorite."

"… okay."

Spring break and all the melancholy accumulated over its duration leaked onto the Laneway campus. No one knew the events that would unfold and be marked as one of the darkest days in the school's history. A redheaded male drove into the student parking lot with a scowl. So far his plan hadn't turned out as well as he had hoped. He had expected for Elsa to ignore him, his texts, and his calls, at least for a while, but she hadn't responded to him at all throughout spring break!

Hans shut off his car and pulled his keys out of the ignition. He knew that Elsa couldn't simply ignore him at school. One way or another, she would confront him — be it on her terms or his; but how?

The soccer captain leaned the fence and conjured multiple plans to gain Elsa's attention throughout the day. His eyes drifted to a white Audi that pulled up in the parking lot. His interest was piqued at the car since it was more luxurious than his own. It was the car that Elsa and Anna drove in to his game. To his knowledge, Anna didn't have a car, and parents weren't allowed to park in the student parking lot.

No one exited the car, and after a few more minutes, the teen gave up. Just as he was about to head into the building, Elsa finally left her car. Her attention was aimless as she slung her backpack over her shoulder. Life environed her eyes when she realized that someone was approaching. The light flecks of blue in her eyes darkened to that of a dark abyss. Her lack of emotion began to spiral, as did the darkness in her eyes; they were like a raging whirlpool! The lack of emotion hurdled over any rationality. Hurt transcended into betrayal, and lastly, fury!

Before he took another step forward, Elsa lunged at him with a force that knocked them both to the hard pavement. "You bastard!" she snarled as they tussled across the stony parking lot.

Hans was surprised that she lunged at him, well not really. He would be more surprised if she didn't. He managed to keep her at a distance. Her attacks were sloppy and miscalculated by bloodlust. The wind left his lungs when she pinned him to the ground like a territorial wildcat. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you right now," she threatened. She wanted to see him suffer.

Hans laughed nervously. "That sounds a little dark for you," he commented. His breath restricted at his attempted humor. Her grip was extraordinarily tight around his neck, and astonishingly cold. He chalked it up to the Minnesotan weather.

The boy rolled the frenzied girl off of him and began another blitz of blows between the two. After a few failed attempts he successfully put a safe distance between them. "Just listen to me! I am a victim too!" he shouted.

Elsa rolled her eyes as she got angrier, but she didn't attack him — not yet.

He took her hesitation as a sign and continued. "Do you really think I wanted this to happen? Anna came onto me," he stated.

"That's a load of bullshit!"

"Oh yeah? Then who had who pinned against the wall? Who looked like the willing party? Tell me that!"

Elsa flinched as she recalled the scenario: not like she could forget. She was still furious with Hans. "Even if I did believe you — that you didn't want Anna to be all over you — then you should have made her get off of you," she pointed out bluntly.

Hans would have smirked, but he didn't want to give away any indication that he wasn't genuine. He had good footing so far and he'd be damned if he ruined it by such a simply folly. "If you haven't noticed, Laneway has a lot of terrifying girls. They scare the shit out of me," he responded.

"You really want me to believe that Anna terrifies you?"

He knew it made him appear weak, but he allowed himself to be emasculated for the sake of getting an edge. "You just floored my ass a few minutes ago!" Elsa looked semi-satisfied by the fact. "Let's see who else can easily floor a guy: Merida, Mulan, Astrid, Ruffnut, Coach Calhoun…" he counted off, "So excuse me for being a little wary of Anna. The girl looks like she has a mean right hook," he muttered.

Elsa sympathized with Hans in that regard. The Vikings were a tough band of vagrants, Merida made her life a living hell up until recently, Mulan was a martial arts god, and Coach Calhoun, well, she needed no explanation. She pitied the moron who made those women their enemy.

Okay, so he had a rational reason to be cautious of Laneway girls. Males were just as likely to be victims of abuse as females, but… well, she couldn't come up with a reason to not be upset about his lack of action. It was still his fault in her book. And she — she was hopelessly in love with Anna.

This didn't go unnoticed by Hans. "You still love her, don't you?" he queried.

Elsa quieted at the question. She didn't give a confirmation, but she didn't deny it either.

Feeling more comfortable to move around he encircled her — how predator stalked prey — and continued to weave his web of lies. A little here. A little there. How delicious? "Elsa, Elsa, Elsa. What a naïve girl you've been," he chastised. "You'd believe her if she said animals could talk."

Elsa thought about a few of the teachers at Laneway. Animals evolved — just like humans — to be sentient, sapient beings; but now wasn't the time to correct him. She heard him go on. "Anna is a questionable girl. Remember how she and I went on a date? If memory serves she lied to you. She said that she was sick," he reminded.

The winter-blonde held her arms around her torso as the verbal assault continued. "She hurt you really badly this time, eh, but that's nothing new. She put you in the sibling-zone and rejected you first confession," he ticked off Anna's offenses. The more Elsa recalled these events, the stronger her anxiety built up. "… but what do I know? I'm just the guy who gave you a shoulder to cry on when she rejected you; the guy who, I don't know, jumped off a fucking mountain to see to it that you were safe. I didn't see any of your other friends, or Anna, try to save you, but I did!" he hissed. "A little trust would be reasonable on my end, but you think of me as the bad guy."

Hans looked down at Elsa as she withdrew further and further the more he went on. She looked so defenseless. "What has Anna done to really gain your trust? Give her love? Give her body?" he asked. Of course Elsa was too emotionally trapped to reply. "We saw how much it means to her. I've still got the hickey on my neck to prove it." He revealed the faded mark and that destroyed any denial Elsa had on the matter. Anna genuinely cheated on her.

Elsa's knees buckled as one hot tear after another stained her cheeks. She was so tired of crying, but her tears flowed eagerly.

Hans didn't like it but it was a necessary evil. He was better suited for her than Anna was, or at least by his standards. The bell rang but school could wait. He had Elsa right where he wanted her. He brandished his words, like a well-aimed sword, and struck the final blow that would crush the heiress. "She doesn't love you. I don't think she ever had," he whispered in her ears.

The harsh reality of his assertion relapsed back to Elsa's nightmares. The horrid dreams regressed in the most malicious way imaginable: that Anna actually wanted to be with a man — not a hermaphrodite; not a freak of nature like herself.

Hans took that time to rebuild his shattered ego and knelt beside her. He knew better than to force himself on her, if he wanted her in the long run, but he could present himself as the friend she needed. "It'll get better Elsa. I'm here for you. I care about you," he reassured.

A wicked grin plastered his smug face when she fell into his arms to console her. He was a guy of excellent tastes and he knew what he wanted. If it wasn't attainable by honorable means, he wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty. He was also very patient. He could wait out her heartache, and take her for himself when the time presented itself. The plan was perfect.

Fifteen minutes into the school day, and both knew that they were beyond late for their first period class. The halls were empty. No shocker there; but there wasn't any staff in the halls either.

Elsa walked up to room 1308 and peered through the small glass window. Mr. Gru talked vigorously about something related to redirecting protons into concentrated beams of energy. She pushed the door open, gaining the attention of everyone in the class, and took her seat.

Mr. Gru groaned and began to lecture the girl for her tardiness. "I'm sorry sir. You must mistake me for someone who gives a damn," she remarked with a glare. The man blanched at her choice of language while her classmates winced at their Prince's bad mood.

Elsa took her usual seat, which happened to be right next to Anna.

Anna looked at Elsa, like she wanted to speak to her, but stopped when she saw her girlfriend's cold disposition. She already had Jack and Kristoff breathing down her neck about the whole ordeal, and she wasn't in the mood to argue with Elsa.

Before long the bell rang and everyone left the classroom. Mr. Gru looked at the young heiress, but said nothing. He understood that she was in a position to alter his fate: that he could remain a teacher or be fired.

In the middle of lunch the clique was significantly smaller than usual. More than half of its members were off to parts unknown — except Anna, Kristoff, and Jack. They were in the school auditorium. Pitch was there as well.

Kristoff talked calmly to Anna, who was extremely upset about how her day went thus far. Elsa became colder as the day went on. It reminded her of the last time Elsa tried being cold to her, only it was a lot worse.

Jack offered her his empathy and insight. "Elsa's bad attitude is affecting everyone," he stated as he leaned against the school's stage.

Pitch sighed as he realized — too late — that Elsa was where the source of unnatural fear stemmed from. "This is all my fault. I should have looked harder!" he berated himself. "North and dad are going to skin me…" His boyfriend placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Kristoff shook his head. "Elsa is getting worse. For fuck's sake she's having nightmares about this. Damn!" he hissed. He blew up in Elsa's face about how he wouldn't be able to hold her hand forever, but if it prevented this destructive point in their lives then he would have gone to the damn party. Why didn't he go?! Oh right, Hans was there. That rat bastard!

Anna gasped in horror when he mentioned the nightmares. If she didn't know that Elsa loved her deeply by then, she knew it for a fact now. If only she stayed put. Why did her bladder have to betray her?! "I still don't get how Hans became Elsa. It just doesn't make any sense."

"I don't need to know how Hans did it to know that you are innocent! He's the guilty party! It's all his fault," Kristoff blamed.

Pitch dryly commented about Kristoff's personal distrust and despise towards the source of all their troubles, which earned him a harsh glare.

"I've never trusted him. He made Elsa's life more of a hell than she needed! And now… now this douchebag is not only messing with her relationship with Anna, but with us too!" he thumbed between Jack and himself.

Pitch looked towards the stage, at his boyfriend. Jack called him late the night that the boy tried to talk to her. He knew what she had said to him that made him cry. "Westerguard's going down!" he declared.

"What are we going to do?" Jack asked the upperclassmen in his midst.

Anna rubbed her arm nervously. "I'll have to talk to her. It's our relationship that's on the rocks and I need to be the one to try to get through to her," she resolved. "Where is she?"

Pitch walked around the room until he found a comfortable place in the shadows. "Most likely in the Outlands," he responded. He wouldn't tell them that he was absolutely sure about the location. He could feel the anguish that radiated from his former-friend. Negative emotions usually fascinated him and he would relish in their source's anguish, but he wasn't in the mood. Not when it was Elsa.

Now that the location of her girlfriend was in her mind Anna began her trek to the football field. Needless to say, Pitch was right.

Elsa reclined in the bleachers — sulking. Her eyes were focused on the moon until she heard the sound of soles against metal. "Get lost," she told the person, her eyes still trained on the pale, heavenly body.

"We need to talk," Anna spoke, her resolve unyielding.

Realization dawned upon the winter-blonde once she heard her girlfriend's voice. She snapped out of her brooding and sat up. A mixture of emotions reflected in her eyes, and she didn't know how to handle any of them.

Anna sat next to her. There was a noticeable gap between them. The strawberry-blonde wanted to approach Elsa's broken heart delicately, and the smallest thing could set the older girl off.

The Prince remained stoic throughout the Princess's attempt to get her to open up. She preferred the serenity of her solitude, but the best way to regain her peace of mind would be to talk. "You wanna talk? Fine. Let's talk. How about we start off on why you cheated on me?!" she demanded.

Even when they argued there wasn't any bitterness in the air. This was bitterness. The cold bite in Elsa's tone made Anna waiver — but not by much. She let the winter-blonde vent her feelings since she was clearly upset about the misunderstanding. It seemed to work considering that Elsa calmed down afterwards. With calmness came quiet, and with quiet came recollection. She felt unbearably hurt. At least she seemed more prone to listening in this state.

Anna took full advantage of it. She retold her perspective on what happened. "… then you were at the end of the hall, and — and I was so confused about what happened. One minute we're making-out and the next, you became Hans."

Elsa shook her head at the flimsily fabricated excuse. "So you thought Hans was me," she inquired. "How can you expect me to believe something like that Anna? It doesn't make sense. I am not a guy, but if you wanted to be with a guy you should have said something instead of — of this!" she sighed. Was she nothing more than a physical attraction to Anna? That was how she found out that Anna had feelings for her in the first place; Anna couldn't stop rambling about when she saw her naked. "I thought we had an emotional connection Anna."

Anna grabbed Elsa's hands and looked up at her to understand that she wasn't at fault. "We did. We still do," she confirmed.

Elsa pulled her hands away. "You could have fooled me. Love doesn't mean much to you if you can leave a hickey on someone else's neck," she sneered.

The harsh remark wove through Anna's rationale. She glared at her Prince. "You're being rude and completely unfair," she growled.

Her anger received a sharp laugh. "Life's not fair," Elsa stated. "Life handed me a shitty hand that I'm forced to play. I should be happy with my life, but I'm not. I never asked for anything that life handed me. I only wanted one thing in life, and that was you; and you just fucked up everything! I could have made your life so easy. You could have been happy. I could have been happy…"

The rant confused Anna. Sure, she pictured a life with Elsa that went beyond high school, but the girl sounded so confident about it; like it would happen at the snap of a finger.

"I'm an Arendelle. I could flash my money and have anyone, but I wanted to earn love — I wanted you! And you threw my love back in my face." Anna gasped at the sudden revelation. Wait, what? Arendelle? What? Wait! Huh?! Her brain felt like it broke. "Surprised?" Elsa remarked with ice fresh on her tongue. "You can ask Kristoff and Jack if you want to. I know they're still talking to you," she stated matter-of-factly.

The fact made her ponder if her friend and relative could be considered traitors since they went against her, but she decided against it — at least for Jack. He was her biological family, and family stuck together; so she gave him the benefit of the doubt. After all, he might not know about what Anna did that made her so upset. She never told him why.

Anna saw Elsa had retreated in on herself — back to her thoughts — and tried once again to get the girl to open up, but she completely shut Anna out. Elsa remembered her mother's words. "Conceal it; don't feel it; don't let it show," she recited the mantra in her head.

In an attempt to reinforce the mantra Elsa began to physically distance herself from Anna, and descended down the bleachers. Anna tried to follow, but she was met with harsh wintery eyes. "Stay away from me," she warned.

The Princess was fed up with this distant behavior from her Prince. "No. I'm not going to stop. I won't quit until I get through that thick skull of yours that I love you. I can't explain what went on at the party, but I will get to the bottom of it!" she declared boldly.

For a moment Elsa reflected on Anna's declaration and dedication; and she believed them. She wanted to believe Anna — that something must have happened and that Anna wasn't at fault — but her mother's words and Hans' own warning made her feel an incredulous amount of fear. What if she got hurt again?

Red ice collected at the soles of her shoes. She looked over her shoulder and replied, "No. No you won't. I'm breaking up you Anna. I won't let you hurt me again." Elsa trekked through the grass on the football field and went to the school's parking lot.

Anna clutched onto her heart. She considered that Elsa might do this, but she knew that Elsa loved her. She couldn't mean it, could she? "Elsa don't do this. Don't leave me," she pleaded.

Once Elsa was at her car door, she hesitated at the desperation in her ex's voice. She shook her head and denied the request. "Thanks for curing me of my silly obsession with love," she quoted and drove off — out of Anna's life.

(A/N: So a lot of shit went down in this chapter, and I know, the story ended on an extremely bitter note; but hey, I warned you guys from the beginning — in the fricking summary — on how this story could, and did come to an end. Now I know things might look bad seeing that our ship is sinking, but there is hope my lovely readers. There is this lovely thing called a sequel. I've decided on the name Once Frostbitten, Twice As Shy. I told you guys from the get-go that I knew what I was doing, and the story will continue on in the sequel. Many thing that I said that will come up later or the alike will happen in the sequel. Show of hands: who saw a sequel coming? *snickers* I know this chapter is a very bitter Valentine's Day gift to my lovely readers, but at least you guys got to read FAL to its end.

Now onto other parts of business. I am well aware of The Purge that's going on in the Elsanna community. I just don't like to make chapters dedicated to making announcements. If you guys look at the FAL tumblr, you will see a lot of things that I talk about or draw related to Elsanna or FAL. Stop your worrying, FAL has its first four chapters on AO3 — with a few tweaks. I will be going behind myself and polishing the story up; mainly putting proper grammar and paragraphs, but I will distinctly note if I change anything in my edits. I have been doing likewise on this site too. I will post Once Frostbitten, Twice As Shy on both AO3 and here. I will continue to post Elsanna on this site until it is no longer an option for me. Link to my AO3 is on my profile. Down below are the list of songs, and their accredited artist, who inspired the content of the chapters in one form or another:

1. Girl Of My Dreams - Gene Austin
2. Until Your Mine - Demi Lovato
3. Let Me Love You - Mario
4. Let Me Be Your Star - SMASH cast
5. Jealousy - Queen
6. I'm Not At All In Love - Doris Day and Ensemble/The Pajama Game cast
7. Not Giving Up On Love - Sophie Ellis-Bextor
8. Could This Be Love - The Wanted
9. You're My Zing - Hotel Transylvania cast
10. So Close - Jon McLaughlin
11. Distance - Christina Perri
12. Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana
13. You're The One I Want - Grease cast
14. Mountain - Good Charlotte
15. Secrets - One Republic
16. One Step At A Time - Jordin Sparks
17. Patience - Guns N' Roses
18. Fallin' For You - Colbie Caillat
19. Hold On To The Nights - Richard Marx
20. Endlessly - The Cab
21. Memory - Cats cast
22. Strong Enough - Stacie Orrico
23. With A Little Help From My Friends - The Beatles
24. I Wanna Take Forever Tonight - Peter Cetera & Crystal Benard
25. Don't Leave Me This Way - Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes
26. You Give Love A Bad Name - Bon Jovi
27. Don't Walk Away - Michael Jackson)