I was not expecting this to come out just a few hours after A Never Ending Note's update, but here it is anyway. Oh, well; that's a good thing right? Means I'm back in the game?

Anyway, quite a few people to thank here. First, thanks to Walking-After on DeviantArt for letting me use the picture that inspired this story as its cover art! You're an amazing artist!

Then there's icest-in-arendelle on Instagram for posting this picture in the first place and wanting a fan fic of it. Also, thanks for letting me brainstorm the plot with you and helping me come up with a title! I dedicate this story to you! (And queenelsa_roleplay, also on Instagram.)

So anyway, yadda, yadda, yadda, typical introduction stuff…

Two more things: ANEN will continue to be updated alongside Sucker Punch. Hopefully, both will have chapters out at the same time like today. I shall try my best. Also, this story will be from Anna's POV. I may switch to Elsa depending on the demand for her, but I think her whole "secret" thing will be more interesting from Anna's side.

Okay, that's over; thanks for reading this if you did.

And please review! :)

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Prologue: Never Easy

It was supposed to be easy. Graduate, move to a different city, box, and make a name for myself. It wasn't supposed to amount to this. I wasn't supposed to stumble upon the intriguing enigma that was Elsa Arendelle, perhaps the world's best female boxer. I wasn't supposed to latch onto her like some pathetic, lost puppy. My interest wasn't supposed to evolve to lust, and why the fuck did I have to fall in love with her? Lusting over the boxing goddess wasn't enough? I had to go fall in love?

Typical me, honestly. Brilliant, Anna, truly brilliant. Ten points to Gryffindor.

Sorry; Harry Potter reference.

Where was I? Oh, yeah.

The whole love thing wasn't enough either, apparently, as I also had to go and uncover her deep, dark secret that had the entire boxing scene's—media, fans, and fellow boxers alike—panties in a twist.

It wasn't even like she made all of this easy for me. I had to fight like hell just to get the first hello out of her. After that, it wasn't all rainbows and sunshine either. In fact, it was more like trudging through the fiery pits of Hell with Satan himself riding on your shoulders and ridiculing you for every little misstep.

Yes, it was really that bad.

Yes, I suppose I do have an interesting way of explaining things; just go ask Elsa.

When and why did my life get so complicated? I was just your average eighteen year-old, fresh out of high school; it wasn't like I went asking for all of this.

Okay, so maybe I did. I already told you she fascinated me from the first night I laid eyes on her, and once I'm hooked on something, boy is it hard for me to…well, let's just say "un-hook."

Okay, so maybe I did drag Elsa kicking and screaming through all of this, but I have to say now I think it turned out for the best. She may not think so, and god knows she'd keep her vocalization of it suppressed and take it with her to the grave, but I'm in charge here and I say it did turn out well.

So, this is me in a weird-sort-of-nutshell. Anna Summers, up-and-coming boxing star at your service; Kentucky native and now-New York resident. And yes, Kentucky does have boxing; we did give you Muhammad Ali, after all. Sheesh.

Anyway, I suppose you can thank Mr Ali for getting me into boxing in the first place. My dad wasn't a boxer, but he sure did have a lot of Muhammad Ali's fights taped. My best-friend-basically-older-brother Kristoff and I stumbled across them one day when we were kids and I was hooked instantly. I had always been a rambunctious little kid, so when I saw people punching other people as a sport, needless to say, I was enthralled. And I told you earlier with Elsa about how I get once I'm hooked on something.

So later that day, Kristoff and I were out in my yard playing, when I started trying to be Mr Ali himself and show off some of my killer moves. Kristoff, being the best guy there is, bravely let me try out my skills on him. It was silly and fun for a bit as the guy's a bear of a man with a build that could keep him unharmed from anything, but when I landed a punch to his chest that had him doubled over in pain, we called it quits.

I was worried about him the rest of the day—I mean, I had just hurt my best friend! My illegitimate older brother! But when we both discovered the bruise the next day, I couldn't help but feel immensely proud of myself. I had been only seven at the time; Kristoff was eleven. My tiny, child, girl fists had punched the older boy hard enough to leave a mark; and this was a kid who played soccer all through middle school and was used to taking hits—he would later go on to play ice hockey, but that's unimportant right now.

I had boxing in my blood, I determined that day, and it was only thanks to Mr Muhammad Ali that I figured that out—okay, so it was thanks to my dad, too, since he had the tapes in the first place.

So now you know how I got into boxing; now all that's left to do is explain how Elsa got all mixed up in this, and that's easier said than done. It's quite the story.

But it's her story as well. It's the story of how I helped bring the ex-star back into the light and how I helped her overcome her fear and hate of her secret. It's the story about how she learned to let others in again. It's the story about how she learned to love again.

This story is about both of us, which makes it our story; and that fact alone is enough for me to cherish this story like I would my own child.

But anyway, enough with my rambling, I should just get on with it; it's what you all came here for, right?

Well, fasten your seatbelts, because here we go…