Anonymous asked: "hey, I know you're really busy, but eveyrone is writing college AUs for Elsa and Anna and I think it would be interesting to see your taken on them?"

Okay.

Polar Opposites - Anna (POV), Elsa - SFW (AU)

flashfic by Asynca, completed in 29 minutes.

It's actually kind of hilarious.

Elsa's been going to this college for like, what, three years now? Everyone already knows her. All her professors and tutors know her, all the grounds staff know her and all her classmates are sick of her effortlessly showing them up in everything. And still, on the first day back from Summer, she's spending fourteen million hours in the bathroom with the hair straightener and the blow dryer trying to make sure her hair looks perfect.

I still have the pillow over my head, but I swear to god that blow dryer's been on for like half an hour. How much drier does she think she can make her hair? "Elsa," I call out. "I'm pretty sure you got it."

I hear her groan. It's the groan of someone who's having a total breakdown over their hair. "There's this one strand…"

I know the strand, and she's fighting a losing battle. I accepted and moved past my own One Strand many years ago. "Everyone already knows what you look like."

I hear the dryer switch off. "That's no excuse for me to look messy," she says. "Can you tell me if my braid is symmetrical at the back?"

I don't even need to look, which is great. My bed is really comfortable and opening my eyes is just no. I still totally have another few minutes before I need to get up. "There are mathematical equations less precise than your hair, Elsa, just chill out."

"Oh, ha, ha," she says slowly, coming back into the dorm room. I hear her bed creak as she sits on it, and then I can practically feel her looking at me. I try to ignore it, until I can't. "Anna," she begins. She's better than an alarm clock. Also probably more exact. "Aren't you afraid you're going to be late?"

"Nope." I roll over in bed. My hair is everywhere and I couldn't care less. Bohemian hair is kind of chic anyway, right? I need to push it out of my eyes and look over at her, though. As predicted, she looks perfect – no surprise, really, given how long she spends stressing over what to wear and how to wear it. Perfect, and so, so worried. She worries too much, and that makes me worry about her. In the end it's not me being afraid of being late that gets me up, but how much she's worried I'll be late.

I swing my legs off the mattress and stretch, spilling all my plush toys out of my bed. There might even bee a tiny little smile at the corner of Elsa's lips as she watches me rescue them and tuck them all back in.

"It's your first day of college and you're not even a little worried you'll be late for your first lecture? You'd have to walk in in front of hundreds of people into one of those lecture theaters, and everyone would be staring at you."

I stand up straight. Oh my god, that's right. Hundreds of people. In our tiny little town we knew everyone and everyone knew us. It's not that, like, I don't like the people I grew up with, not at all. A smile spreads across my face, though: there's something just so exciting about the thought of meeting so many more. "Oh, that's right!" I say. Okay, now I'm excited enough to go take a shower. "Hundreds of people! I bet the parties they have in this place are just totally awesome!"

Elsa looks unconvinced. "Don't take long in there," she says as I head to the bathroom. "I thought we could walk over together."

"Sure," I say, sticking my head out of the bathroom. "You can introduce me to everyone."

As I close the door I hear her sigh. "We're here to study," she mutters.