Most people wouldn't find being flung into the air with no absolute guarantees of someone being there to catch you a bit alarming.

Most days, Elsa found it rather relaxing, actually. Honestly, a lot of what she found relaxing would probably make people look at her funny if they knew. Vaulting over her fellow, shimmying cheerleaders; huge, bright fluorescent lights beaming down to illuminate the field; frenzied screaming from the stands… These things kept her breath steady, kept her calm and cool and collected.

All it took to shatter that calm was landing on her feet and remembering chapped lips brushing against her own.

Elsa stumbled. She corrected herself quickly, and likely none of the Arendelle fans noticed; they were too busy yowling about a touchdown, and the moment was over as the whistle blew. That meant another twenty one pushups.

"Hans can take it down a notch," Wendy complained. "We're already well ahead! My arms feel like I flew here."

Elsa smiled, and no doubt the expression looked rather vicious.

"The year's just starting, kiddo," Tiana informed her, although she was also addressing Alice, who was already struggling through the first five.

"Hell, the game's just starting," Rapunzel added, her muscles straining as she dipped up and down. "At least you haven't had to deal with three years of his showboating ass." As though to prove her right, Hans was still doing his victory dance in the endzone.

Elsa finished up her push ups and rocked back into a squat.

Arielle giggled and let out an airy sigh. "I wouldn't mind three years with his ass."

Tiana snorted. "I'll bet Eric will be thrilled to hear that."

"Just his ass!" Arielle protested, giggling again and tossing her hair. "The rest of Eric is perfect, but he has nothing on the Westergard Ass Gene."

Tiana and Rapunzel shared a look, then they both tossed the same exasperated expression at Elsa, but she was already far gone, scanning the bleachers for a familiar face she knew wouldn't be there.

"It's enough you made me go to the rally. I got school spirit splattered all over me. I need to go home and wash it off."

"What are you grinning about?" Belle's question sounded like she already knew the answer, and she was just trying to embarrass Elsa. The flush that spread over her cheeks when the rest of the squad looked at her said she'd succeeded.

"Shut up," she replied, and the younger members of the squad looked away. They didn't know the dynamic between Belle and Elsa yet, and didn't want to get in the middle of a fight. Not after what happened with Esmeralda and Cindy the day before.

"Oh, so that's why," Belle sang sweetly, and cackled when Elsa shoved her over. They stood up once Wendy heaved out the last of her push ups, doing some relatively easy flips, sways, and claps while the opposing team inched their way across the field. Elsa and Belle stood together, with Tiana on the other side of Belle and Rapunzel standing next to her. Snow and Rory were at their backs, subdued with the loss of their head bitch.

"So," Rapunzel drawled, vibrating her pom poms and waving her arms up and down. "What happened?"

Elsa could feel them looking at her intently, listening hard. She looked around briefly, noting that Jasmine was showing Wendy and Alice a tip to keep flexible and loose on their feet, so they could change position more easily. Arielle brought up the rear jumping back and forth and occasionally letting out a 'woo!' and tossing a wink at some students who were leaning against the fence nearby.

"Did you ask her?" Belle kept her voice as low as she could, so that Elsa could hear her over the crowd but hopefully Snow and Rory couldn't.

Elsa's mouth went dry. She swallowed a few times, then gave a shaky half smile. "Yeah."

"Well?" Tiana broke formation to eagerly lean in, wrapping her arm around Belle's shoulder. "What did she say?"

"She said… She said yes."

Their squealing thankfully coincided with the Arendelle team pilfering the ball and undoing all of Berk's progress, running halfway down the field before getting tackled to the ground. Elsa tried as hard as she could to scowl when they swarmed her for a hug, but she couldn't keep the huge grin off her face or the fluttering warmth out of her heart.

Later, after the game, when Elsa had told Belle Anna's exact words after being interrogated thoroughly about what it was like and how she felt, it was easy enough to scowl.

"'Yeah, okay'?" Belle screeched, affronted. "What kind of answer is that?"

"A positive one," Elsa growled, pulling on a sweater. The evening was chilly, and she was starving. Concession popcorn did not a wholesome dinner make.

"Well, it's kind of lame, isn't it?" Belle pulled on her own sweater and got stuck trying to put her head through the hole. Elsa watched, amused, as she struggled, not offering any assistance.

"That's kind of how she operates," Elsa said with a sigh, and wrinkled her nose when Belle made gagging noises from her sweater trap.

"You are so gross," she teased, finally pulling her head through, and Elsa resisted the urge to trip her as they walked. "But for real, Elsa, I'm happy for you. It's about damn time, too. Way to wait til the last minute."

"I've been trying all week," Elsa protested. "I just get… distracted."

"Okay, ew," Belle made a face and laughed. "I don't want to know about your… distracting activities."

"You're the one who called in the middle of those activities," Elsa mumbled, and Belle stopped in her tracks.

"That's who you were with yesterday? God, I was so frantic I forgot to ask, but - Jesus, Elsa, what the hell? 'I was talking to someone else'- Cryptic much? You're lucky Anna didn't hear you say that shit, otherwise she would have thought you had something to hide-"

Elsa's guilty look told Belle everything she needed to know.

"Elsa Marie!"

"That's not even my middle name," Elsa protested weakly. Belle yanked her into a headlock and started noogie-ing without mercy, mussing Elsa's hair.

"You dummy! And how the hell did she hear you whisper that? She either has bat hearing or was practically in your lap-"

When Elsa said nothing, Belle crowed indignantly.

"Elsa Lyn!"

"Still not my middle name!" Elsa squawked, jerking out of Belle's grip and stumbling through the fence into the parking lot.

"You are a super dummy!"

"She still said yes!" Elsa retorted, and Belle jabbed her right in the arm.

"Dumb!"

"She said yes!"

"Idiot!"

"She said yes!"

"Stupid!"

"She said yes!"

Their chests heaved from their yelling, and Belle's scowl suddenly blossomed into a grin. "She said 'yeah, okay'."

"Yeah," Elsa said, smiling brilliantly, and she wouldn't have had it any other way.