The alarm blew her dream apart like a hand grenade in a soda can.

"God damn..." Anna murmured, draping her elbow across her eyes, trying to recapture that one last bit of her dream. Finding her efforts were in vain, she slammed her fist on the clock until it was finally silenced.

Why the hell had she stayed up on the phone until two? Sure, talking to her friends was great. But they both knew that today was the first day of school. And yet, they had still stayed up all night, chatting about... whatever. Anna had the misfortune to get Ms. Cerberus as her home room teacher this year, and the woman was a witch. Megan swore up and down that she would look for any excuse to give people a detention.

She was so not ready for school to start again. Uhg. There was going to be math, and stupid rumors about her, and people asking if her hair was really that color, and homework - god, she was not looking forward to this school year. She sat up, starting her morning ritual of desperately attempting to force her bedhead in submission, thinking about the day. Is there anything I'm looking forward to? She wondered. The answer jumped into her head the second she asked the question.

Hans...

God, she missed him. Her boyfriend had left for some stupid summer camp out in the middle of no where, with barely any cell phone service or even internet. She hadn't seen him for two whole months! God, it was unbearable. In the middle of last year, she had bumped into him in the hallway, sending her flying to the ground and him reeling back. She had nervously tried to apologize for running into him, embarrassed the hell out of herself by letting it slip that he was gorgeous - wait, what? - and somehow ended up getting his number. Two weeks later, and she, the clumsy Sophomore redhead was dating the varsity quarterback. Imagine that.

She sighed, closing her eyes, pictures of his gorgeous visage floating across her mind. This was going to be his senior year, and her junior. He was the hottest guy in school, the prom 'prince' last year, and the nicest guy in the world. She had no idea why he liked her - her of all people, the clutz of the school who had a severe case of verbal diharrea. She would never understand him.

Anna sighed, stretching in her bed, groaning as she felt something pop in her spine. Pulling her hands away from her hair - it was good enough to shower, at least - she pulled herself out of the bed, standing in her nightgown. She twisted from side to side, then sat back on the bed. Maybe just a few more minutes and she could recapture the end of that wonderful dream. She really didn't remember what it was. Just some girl with platinum blonde hair, but she had an adorable laugh. She screwed up her lips, frowning as she dozed on the bed.

The alarm clock blared again, and she found herself on the floor after she had finished flailing in surprise. The dream was well and truly gone now. Damn.

She sighed, then peeled off her nightgown, headed to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, then groaned. She must have forgotten to take her makeup off last night, in her rush to... gossip. "You've got a long day ahead of you, girl." She said to the young, redheaded woman in the mirror.

If only she knew how right she was.

St. Hallvards Catholic School. The giant building loomed ahead of her, a castle out of a fairy tale, turned into a place of learning. Elsa looked at it, her eyes hooded, rimmed with mascara so the black circles that were already there didn't show. She grimaced. Another year, another school, a new foster home to take the burning torch that was her life. Moving almost seemed normal to her now. Not as if anyone wanted her to stay, anyways.

The crowd swelled around her, and she frowned as she pulled herself free of the flow of people that dragged her towards the opening of the school. Standing well away from the people, she sat under a tree, pulling a black, leather-bound sketchbook out of her bag. Several people stared at her, curious - her bright blonde hair was like an eye magnet, but her gaze was cold as ice. Some people noticed the small, faint scar that ran across her left eye, but then they shivered as she flicked her eyes up. It was as if she knew exactly who they were an what they were thinking about. After a few moments of gazing around, discouraging any people from getting too close, she began to scribble in her sketchbook.

She was an odd sight - she had no uniform on, so she stood out like a sore thumb. She would have, even in a public school. The rest of the crowd was clad red shirts and grey pants or skirts, the colors of their school. That was required - the boys wore red, button up shirts and the girls wore either skirts or dresses. In the winter, boys had a jacket to wear. They also had to wear ties on sundays - oh, the horror of Catholic schools.

Elsa, however, wore tight, torn black jeans and a grey tank top that bore the 'Occupy All Streets' slogan on it. She had her hair braided and tossed over her shoulder, bound with a black hair tie with a smiley face on it. On her wrists was a large variety of rubber and fabric bracelets. Other than that, the only thing she wore was a necklace around her neck.

It was no wonder that people spared her a curious glance or two as they walked by. Whispers were exchanged, glances were stolen, but she just sat there and drew in her sketch book. A few boys decided they would be brave and try to talk to her - she was dressed strangely, yes, but there was no denying that she was beautiful.

They walked over to her, exchanging glances as they came to a stop next to her.

Elsa didn't bother to look up.

They stood there awkwardly for a few minutes, then one of them spoke up. "Hey." He said, rocking on his heels as Elsa continued to draw. Once he realized she wasn't going to answer, he attempted to look over at her drawing. She lifted it up to her chest, looking up at them with those cold blue eyes.

"Sorry." She just examined the trio, then continued to draw. "Whatcha drawing?" Elsa remained silent. After a few moments, the boy crossed his arms, then glared down at her. "I don't like being ignored."

Elsa sighed. That was the problem with private schools - there were a ton of rich, self-entitled brats. In a public school, people would have left by now, at least. But this one decided that he deserved her attention. He was about to get a whole lot of what he wanted.

Elsa stood up, rising to her full hight as she glared at the boy. He backed off a step, then smiled when he realized that he was a good half foot taller than her. But then her cold gaze turned into an icy glare and he suddenly felt a whole lot shorter.

"Lets get something straight, ok?" Elsa said, her thumbs in the waistband of her jeans. "I do not have to talk to you or anyone else at this godforsaken school, so this will be the only conversation we ever have. If I am lucky, I will never have to talk to anyone at this school ever again." The boy started to talk, but suddenly her hand covered his mouth. His cronies jerked in surprise - they didn't even see her move. "No. Don't talk to me. I don't want to be here, I don't want any friends, and if you're smart, you wont make me an enemy." She released him, and right then the bell rang. She gently placed her sketchbook back into her book bag, then slung it over her shoulder, brushing past the boys.

The snob glared at her back. Elsa didn't care.

At least he hadn't seen her drawing.

Anna sat in the guidance office, nervously rubbing her feet on the ground. She had completely forgot that she needed her uniform. How did she forget something like that? She glared at the tiles as if it were their fault for the mistake. Stupid Anna. Now she would get a negative mark on her card, and too many more of those would end up with her in detention. She was guaranteed to get some more of them - she was late almost twice a week. But one on the first day? Preposterous.

The guidance counselor, Kai, was a nice enough guy. He would probably cut her some slack, but he wasn't allowed to show much favoritism. She sighed, looking up, and right then the new girl walked through the door.

Anna had already heard whispers about the girl. "She looks goth, or emo or something." One of the girls that surrounded her had said. No, just different. Anna thought. The girl had no uniform on as well, and for a moment Anna was excited. Maybe she wasn't the only forgetful person on the first day of school? But the look in her eyes said otherwise. She looked pissed to be here, as if it was some one elses fault that she was here. Anna inspected her face - she had pretty blue eyes that were rimmed with mascara, but no makeup otherwise. One of her eyes had a faint, nearly invisible scar that cut through her She had a pearl necklace on that seemed totally at odds with her outfit, and her platinum blonde hair hung in a braid that fell down almost to her hips.

Anna realized that she had seen hair like that somewhere before, but she wasn't quite sure where. The girl cleared her throat, and she realized that she had been caught staring. She slammed her mouth shut as the girl smirked, sitting down in a chair across from her. Anna blushed, looking back at her shoes as if they were suddenly a work of art.

"Looks like im not the only rebel here." The girl said, and Anna's head shot up. The girl still had that smirk on her face, and she was examining Anna as if she was a select piece of meat. Anna began to babble.

"Well, uh, not really. I just kinda forgot my uniform at home, I'm not really trying to be a rebel. I mean, it was kinda dumb, I know, who forgets their uniform on the first day of school? Hah... But, at least im not the only one who forgot their uniform and... oh." Anna's torrent of words came to a halt as the girl shook her head, pulling out headphones. "You were. Um. Being sarcastic."

The girl raised one finger as she put her headphones in. "Point for the ginger."

Anna stared a the girl, confused, as she pulled out a sketchbook and began to draw. After a few minutes, she pulled out her phone as well. After a few dings, a thwap and a curse from Anna, she decided the game with the tiny bird wasn't the best option and just looked around the room.

Kai walked into the office, his grin on his face as usual. Anna hopped to her feet, spring up to give the big man a hug. Kai smiled.

"Anna! So good to see you. You forgot your uniform yet again, I see."

Anna let go of him, stepping back. "Yeah, I did. Would you happen to have a spare I can borrow for the day?" Kai just nodded, turning to open a drawer. He stopped when he noticed the girl, seated on the chair, drawing and seemingly oblivious as she listened to her music.

He walked over in front of her, and she pulled out a single earbud, looking up at him, expressionless. "You must be Ms. Arendelle! Pleasure to meet you." He said, beaming as he held out his hand to her. She slowly grabbed it, shaking it loosely, placing her sketchbook back into her bag and standing. "Did you have a problem with your uniform?"

She nodded slowly. "I guess you could say it didn't fit."

Kai was confused for a second. "But you gave us the sizes yourself. We gave you your exact measurements -"

She shook her head. "Thats not what I meant. The skirt would probably fit very well, if I ever felt the need to wear it." Kai furrowed his brow. "I don't wear skirts or dresses, as a personal habit. Please give me a boys uniform of the appropriate size."

Kai sputtered. "I-I'm afraid I'm not allowed to do that, Ms. Arendelle." Elsa sighed.

"Then I'm afraid I'm going to have to wear what I currently have on. And please, my name is Elsa. Ms. Arendelle is my bitch of an aunt." Anna gasped at her language, and Kai was visibly shocked.

After a moment, Kai nodded. "I'll get you a mens uniform. I'm sure it wont be that much of an issue, but if it becomes one, would you mind...?"

"Yes. I would mind."

He nodded, looking the Elsa up and down. He sighed, grabbing two uniforms from a drawer on the side of the room. He handed one to Anna and one to Elsa. "Anna will show you to the restrooms, Ms. Aren- Elsa. Anna, would you wait outside for a moment? I wish to have a conversation with our newest student." Anna nodded, hurrying to stand outside the door.

Elsa crossed her arms. "Yes. I plan on being like this all year. I'm probably going to be suspended at least twice and most likely expelled by the end of the year. No, I don't care."

She was shocked when Kai laughed. "You act far too tough, Elsa. Being silent would suit your facade a lot better than talking." She glared at him. "We know all about your... past incidents." He chose his words carefully as her gaze turned from ice cold to burning hot. "We accepted you into this school for one reason, and no, it is not your money." Elsa was confused, and she bit her lower lip to stop any comments she may have had.

"We are willing to accept you into this school on the condition that you attend a meeting with me once a week, keep your grades at passing, and refrain from too many... well. Lets call them conflicts." He sighed. "There will be some. Once people find out who you are, they will swarm like flies, and you will shove them all away like you always do." Elsa raised one eyebrow.

"Is there an upside to this?"

Kai smiled up at her from his desk. He pulled out a flyer, handing it to her.

"Have you ever head of the Parsens MMA Championship?" Elsa looked at the packet, her stoney expression turning into what could almost be called a smile as she saw the fighters on the front of the paper. "We have yet to bring home a trophy. Care to help us out with that?"

Anna nervously stood outside the door, seeing shapes move in the frosted glass. The words were muffled, but she could have sworn that she heard the new girl - Elsa, was it? - say 'Thank you.' Anna must have been mistaken - there was no way that conversation could have ended on a happy note.

But when the doors opened, she was proven wrong as Elsa stepped out, nodding and smiling. "Yes, sir. I'll be there tonight. Thank you so, so much sir." Anna looked at her, curious. Then Elsa turned to her, and she was nearly blinded by the smile.

The smile faded slowly, as Elsa remembered where she was. But... A mixed martial arts club? None of the other schools had had one of them, and she had never gotten a chance to really have a good spar in a long, long time. Elsa still had the half-grin on her face, and Anna wasn't really sure what to do. They both stood there for a moment, Elsa's smile rapidly fading as the red-headed girl stared at her. Honestly, did she have something on her face?

Her smile completely gone now, Elsa sighed. "Take a photo, gingersnap. It'll last longer." Anna blushed yet again, stammering out an apology. Elsa stiffled a giggle. It was turning out to be a surprisingly good day, and she was really enjoying making this girl turn redder than her hair. Anna then turned and started walking down the hall, slinging her backpack over her shoulder, clutching the grey skirt and red blouse she had been given. Elsa padded after her slowly, sparing quick glances at the pamphlet that the guidance councilor - Kai? - had given her. Soon, they stopped outside of a restroom, and Anna quickly ducked inside one of the stalls. Elsa followed her example, stepping into the other stall and undressing quickly.

Anna was nervous. She wasn't quite sure what to think of this new girl. She seemed really hostile, but Kai had gotten her to smile somehow. What a gorgeous smile...

Anna finished pulling on her uniform in a hurry, walking out to stand in front of the mirror. She ran her hands over the braids in her hair, comparing them to Elsa's in her mind. Where had she seen hair like that before?

Elsa walked out of the stall, and Anna gaped at her in the mirror. She somehow managed to make the red dress shirt and grey slacks look... great. She was currently fiddling with her tie, trying to get it to tie properly. After a few moments, she grunted, then gave up. Her eyes met Anna's in the mirror, and she spared the redhead a quick grin. "I still have no idea how to tie one of these."

The words came out of Anna's mouth before she realized she was talking. "Here, let me get that for you." She grabbed onto the tie, deftly maneuvering it into a knot. Elsa raised an eyebrow, then mentally shrugged and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked pretty good, actually. But the black around her eyes needed to go. She grimaced, thanking Anna and began to wash the makeup off.

After a few minutes, she looked up and saw Anna still standing off a ways behind her. She was confused. Was the girl waiting for something? "Where did you learn to tie a tie like that?" She asked, immediately berating herself for initiating the conversation. The girl just looked so lost, though, and she had to say something nice.

Anna began her trademark torrent of words. "Well, Hans taught me, really. I mean, my taught me as well, but it was mostly Hans. I had a job as a waitress once, and they wanted me to wear a tie, but I got fired on the first day. I mean, its not my fault those trays are so slippery! But, anyways, I was watching Hans put his tie on and I asked him if I could help. I actually choked him with it at first. But, he helped me out with it." Elsa looked at her in the mirror, bewildered as she washed the last bits of the makeup off of her face.

"Hans is your boyfriend, I'm guessing?"

Anna smiled. "Yeah. He's gorgeous and sweet and just a nice guy. He makes me feel like a princess. He's just the perfect guy, and I can't believe it. Hes not like most of the boyfriends I've had. Well he is, but he's a lot nicer, but he's not -uhg." She sighed, catching herself in yet another ramble. "Well, you know how boyfriends are."

Elsa turned around, putting her hands on the sink counter, looking at Anna curiously. "No, I don't. I've never had a boyfriend." Anna was shocked.

"But you're... You're gorgeous!" She flushed red again, and was surprised when Elsa looked down and turned a shade of light pink. "I mean. You're really beautiful. You have a great smile and beautiful eyes and perfect hair and -" She stopped, and Elsa looked back up, concerned. Anna was staring at her hair, biting her lower lip. "I think I had a dream about you."

They stared at each other as those words sunk in. Anna was mortified - god, did she just lose all sense of control around pretty people? Elsa just laughed.

"That is either the creepiest thing I have ever heard or the worst pickup line ever." Elsa said, turning back to the the mirror, her familiar smirk on her face again.

"No, I just mean - ahg, why do you make yourself so hard to talk to?" Anna said, pressing her palms to her face.

Elsa smiled, packing her folded clothes back into her book bag. "It usually keeps people from talking to me. Doesn't seem to make you stop, though." He things all packed away, she shrugged on the jacket, frowning at the sleeves, then took it off. "I'll modify that when I get home." She looked back to Anna, nodding. "Thank you for your help. So, is that dream the reason that you're still here?" Anna shook her head slowly. "Well. I'll be off. Pleasure meeting you."

And with that, Elsa pulled her headphones out of her bag and put them back into place. Anna was left there, her face as red as her hair as the beautiful blonde brushed by her.

It was only until she was halfway down the hall that Elsa had no idea where she was going. She stopped, frustrated, biting down on the scars inside of her cheek, worn into there after years of that particular habit. She really didn't want to talk to Anna again. That was the longest conversation she had had with someone her age in... three years? The last one was more of an argument, actually. She didn't want to get attached to anyone, but she really needed directions to the next class.

Sighing, she turned around, startled to find that the redhead was standing only a few feet behind her. "Uhm. Hi." She said, and Anna grinned at her bewildered expression.

"Need some help?"

Elsa smiled sheepishly. "Yeah... How'd you tell?"

Anna rolled her eyes. "You're new here. You just picked up your schedule, and you've spent the last three minutes staring at the door numbers. I'm ditzy, not dumb." Elsa nodded her head, then, on whim, extender her arm.

"Madam, may I have the honor of escorting you on this voyage?"

Anna laughed, linking her arm into Elsa's. "First class?"

Elsa studied her paper. "American Literature."

"Cool! I have that class first period, too."

They laughed and chatted like old friends, and inside Elsa's head a voice screamed at her to run before they both got hurt. She shoved it into the back of her mind. What harm can one friend be?

She should have listened.

There came the sound of loud footsteps behind them, and a hand slammed down on Elsa's wrist, yanking it out of Anna's grasp. Anna gasped, but Elsa's reaction was far more... drastic.

There was the flash of red hair and grey pants as her attacker suddenly found himself pulled forward, Elsa turning in a semi circle, using his weight and momentum to yank him off balance. Hans suddenly found a pale fist in his face, with another hand holding him up off the ground by the collar of his shirt. He noted, with some dismay, that it was not actually another man touching his girlfriend. It was another girl in a mans outfit.

Somehow that bothered him more than the fact that someone else was touching Anna, or even the fact that she had him completely at her mercy. They locked gazes for a fraction of a second, and an instant dislike was taken up by the both of them.

"E-Elsa! Please, let him go!" Anna cried, shocked at the outburst of sudden violence.

Elsa's eyes had lost their warm glow, now cold as frostbite as they glanced from the boy in her grip to the girl she had called friend. Looks like I fucked that one up royally. She pushed the boy back, and he stumbled, going from leaning far forward to nearly falling on his backside. Without a word, Elsa turned and went to the first class. She had figured out the layout of the school by now.

Anna looked up at her boyfriend, confused. "Hans, why were you so rude? She's new here and just wanted to -"

Hans cut her off. "Me, the rude one? She almost punched my lights out. Its obvious that she's been in a lot of fights. How did someone like that get into our school?"

Anna was shocked. She had never heard Hans bad-mouth a single person. Ever. And to say that about Elsa, of all people?

Hans looked down at her, tearing his eyes away from the rapidly fading figure down the hall. His frown melted as he looked at Anna's worried face, and he grabbed her by the chin, kissing her softly. Let the little bitch see this one.

She did see it, and she berated herself for shoving that nagging voice away. She had nearly punched her boyfriend in the face, and Anna had already abandoned her for her dashing hero. This is why she didn't make friends.

Hans broke the kiss off, and Anna stared dreamily into the distance. "I missed you so much, beautiful." He said, grabbing her hand. "Come on, lets get you to class. And don't hang out with the new girl anymore, ok? She's a bad influence."

Anna, still high from the kiss, just nodded. "Ok."

Elsa could feel herself freeze inside.

And then felt herself shatter.

Yo.

To all my readers from Stained and Shattered, I am truly and deeply sorry if this disappointed you. I got writing chapter 6, then i got a new idea, and... yeah. So im taking on the task of writing TWO fanfics at once.

Im super crazy, aren't I?

AAAAAANYhoo, looking for a Beta reader still. Chapter 6 will be up by the end of next week, I swear.

Thanks and I love Y'all!

-Arac