so i saw this picture on tumblr one day, and i wanted to write about it. of course, when i try to find it again to give the artist credit, it disappears from my dash. sigh...

also if my Apartment 743 fans are reading; should this be my summer fic? idk if i could expand and helsa is a touchy subject... lemme know.

disclaimer: Frozen doesn't belong to me, nor the rumored sequel.

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"No. No way in hell am I sharing a room with...that!"

Elsa crossed her arms and leaned against the car. The sun was drifting below the mountains and a soft wind blew across the parking lot, making her blonde hair dance across her fair forehead.

"Elsa, please. Don't make this more difficult than it needs to be," Anna pleaded, taking the suitcase from the trunk and rolling it onto the pavement.

"It's just one night," Kristoff chimed in, rolling his eyes in annoyance at her stubborn behavior.

"Why can't we just keep going? We're only like six hours away," Elsa argued, not wanting to budge from her position.

"For goodness sake Elsa! It's almost midnight and we've been driving all day. I kind of want to sleep in something that's actually designed for sleeping, not a shitty car seat," Kristoff retorted. The crew - that is Anna, Elsa, Kristoff, and Hans - were traveling home from college for spring break. Since they all lived relatively close to one another, the only logical solution was for them all to car pool to save money on transportation. Arendelle University was over twenty hours away, and Kristoff was tired of driving (He also wanted to spend the night with his girlfriend Anna, but that was only an added plus). "Besides, Hans already went to see if they had any extra rooms available. Maybe you won't have to share a room with him after all."

Elsa grimaced at the sound of his name. She didn't even want to travel home with these three, but she was broke and her sister offered an almost free ride, so how could she refuse? She had thought the worst it would come to was a few explicit make out sessions performed by Kristoff and Anna or a really bad sing along CD. But no, she couldn't have been more wrong. Because right as she left her dorm and walked into the parking lot, there stood her arch enemy, Hans.

The pair hadn't started off as enemies. When they both arrived for their sophomore year, they shared a Biology class together. He seemed polite enough for Elsa, but a little plastic and shallow. Her predictions had been right. As the semester went on, the two found themselves bickering and throwing insults more than squabbling siblings. They couldn't stand each other.

Of course, after the semester was over, they planned on never speaking to one another again. Much to their dismay, their paths crossed grudgingly again. Hans and Anna became friends, and because of her friendly, inviting nature, she decided to include him in all of her activities. Kristoff and Elsa weren't fond of his presence, but Elsa loathed him with a sort of passion that couldn't be explained. Was it his thin smirk that practically begged to be slapped off his pretty face? Or was it those ridiculous sideburns that somehow made him look even more sophisticated? She couldn't pinpoint it.

The worst thing about this little arrangement was how he lived approximately 14.6 miles away from the sisters, a fact Anna had joyously found out about. She offered him a ride home for spring break, which he graciously accepted. Elsa was silent the whole car ride, content with shoving her headphones into the deep bowels of her eardrums and looking out the scenery-less window instead of making conversation with Hans, who was sat next to her. Kristoff drove while Anna stole shotgun, and there was no way she would switch with Elsa. Those two lovebirds were hardly ever out of their worry-less world full of dreamy gazes and blushing giggles.

Which led to their completely unfair room assignments. Elsa was planning on sharing a room with Anna, she would even be okay with sharing a room with Kristoff. Anyone but him. However, that option seemed pretty impossible with Kristoff and Anna's roaming hands and teenage like hormones raging obviously through their bodies and actions. So Elsa was stuck with Hans, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

Speak of the devil, Elsa thought in annoyance as Hans came jogging towards them from the lobby. She tried to ignore how perfectly suave his hair looked while rushing through the wind and only enlarged her scowl. "Well?" she asked, raising her eyebrows towards the dark ginger. She prayed that there would be an extra room for herself, but noticing the packed parking lot, she realized her quickly dashing hope was only in vain.

"Looks like there's only two rooms available in our price range," Hans spoke to the group. "Guess you're stuck with my sexy ass for the night. How will you be able to resist me?" Hans gestured towards Elsa with a mocking wink.

Anna laughed awkwardly, trying to make sure the pair didn't kill themselves with the demonic looks being shared. "Okay! Well, I'm a little tired and we have a long day tomorrow, so let's all unpack and get some sleep, okay?" she smiled and led the pack towards the building.

Elsa sighed, shut the car door, and walked grudgingly behind the trio. This was going to be a long night.

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One bed.

More specifically, one queen sized bed.

Elsa stood frozen with a gaping mouth, letting her duffel fall to the ground in the doorway. "Wait...I thought you said this was a two-person room?" She asked, bringing her thick French braid over her shoulder to fiddle with the frays.

"It is. I didn't know they meant two people as in couple," Hans answered, looking just as irritated as his companion. He walked into the room and plopped his black bag on the neatly made bed. "I have the left side," he demanded rudely without a second thought, unpacking his toiletries and pajamas.

"I'll have the right. Thanks for asking," Elsa retorted, walking in and letting out a large sigh. She began to unpack her systematized duffel, starting with her not-so-appropriate-for-a-sleepover pajamas and makeup bag. "And since you had first dibs on the bed, I'm sure you won't mind me taking the bathroom for a bit," she smiled smugly and swayed her hips, slamming the door more harshly than she intended.

After washing her face away from the dirt and smudges of the day, she brushed her hair out and let it fall in thick, cascading waves. She removed her wrinkled clothes from her exhausted body and proceeded hesitantly to put on her nightwear. It was only a skimpy tank top and a ratty pair of gym shorts from high school, and Elsa couldn't feel more exposed. She didn't think she would have to share a bed with anyone, much less her nemesis. Gazing at her natural appearance one more time, she pulled up her short to avoid unneeded cleavage and bravely unlocked the door.

She gasped in surprise at the sight before her. Hans stood in just a pair of hunter green boxers. His back was facing her, revealing the rippling muscles and lean stature. She couldn't help but let her mind admire his strong yet slender frame. She knew he was fit but..damn. She imagined what it would be like to run her hands across the strong, smooth che-

"Oh my goodness, could you put on a shirt? No one wants to see that," Elsa said, her small slip up only milliseconds long. She used her hands as a visor and went back to her own things and placed her dirty clothes inside.

"Please. I'm hot. And I hate to burst your bubble, but this is how I sleep every night. And I sure am hell not going to change for your little irks," Hans snapped back, secretly loving Elsa's deep blush. As much as he despised her, he knew all of her quirks. She was always a reserved person and he could tell wasn't very experienced with the opposite sex. Or human contact in general. She just seemed far too icy, cold and closed off from the world. Maybe that's the reason he loved to pester her so much; he wanted to break her shell. His curiosity was his alibi, a cover blanketing over the secret that he had hidden from himself. That maybe, emotions other than hatred and curiosity came to mind when thinking about her. Especially when she was wearing something as revealing as she wore now.

"And to think, I never thought I could loathe you more than I already do. But with that narcissistic comment, the limit does not exist," Elsa rolled her eyes.

Hans couldn't help but stare into her crystal eyes, unbelievably blue even without the enhancement makeup provided. He had never seen her hair down and free from pins and up-dos. It fell in voluminous waterfalls, so long it reached down her midback. It covered her pale shoulders, hiding her exposed skin from him. She really was stunning, even though he despised everything about her.

"As much as I'm enjoying this conversation, really it's quite delightful, I have much more pressing matters to take care of. Excuse me," Hans sneered and walked cockily towards the recently vacant bathroom.

Elsa groaned in annoyance after the door was shut and the shower buzzed tediously. He made her feel so provoked. He never left her alone. She couldn't remember one time this entire school year where he wasn't nagging in her ear or hurling an insult across the courtyard. After turning down the bed sheets, she crawled in and turned off the light. She tried in vain to get comfortable and shut off her brain, but deep down the blonde knew tonight wouldn't be a good night's sleep. With Hans by her side, she wouldn't be surprised if she vomited due to his close proximity and intimate setting.

Nevertheless, she closed her eyes and tried to dream dreams that didn't involve stabbing a certain ginger in the jugular.

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Hans opened the door slowly, letting the steam from his hot shower evaporate into the room. A towel draped low on his hips, he found his way around in the dark and put on a clean pair of underwear. For some reason, he didn't have the itching feeling to turn on the blinding lights to awaken Elsa. After his eyes adjusted to the dark, he couldn't help but smile at the girl's sleeping form.

Her tiny mouth hung open adorably and long locks hung all over her face and slender neck. Her arms flung out haphazardly and tiny snores escaped her parted lips. Her tank top was twisted due to her awkward position, and her left shoulder was completely exposed to the pale moonlight. Hans shook his head and wiped the dreamy gaze off his face. He couldn't be thinking these things about the girl he loathed. He despised her. His only thoughts should be what clever snark he should say next, not the sudden urge to wrap her up in his arms and never let go.

Sighing, he placed himself under the covers and turned his back to the girl who was the cause of all his mixed emotions. This wasn't his brain thinking; he was just too tired to think rationally. He hadn't gotten laid in over two months; it was obviously his crotch talking. He never did, does, or will have feelings for Elsa. He was fire and she was ice, and some one was going to get burnt.

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Whimpers and soft gasps woke Hans. He licked his lips and squinted at the time, which read half past three. Looking over at the cause of his sleep interrupted, his gaze went from annoyance to sympathy. Elsa laid, thrashing about with a frightened expression on her tense face. Murmurs inaudible escaped her frowning mouth, and her cries for help only turned into a crescendo.

Hans sighed in a panic, and finally decided to wake her. "Elsa...Elsa!" he said in a harsh whisper, caressing her arm gently. "Wake up!"

She moaned and slowly began to regain consciousness. "Hans...nightmare...," she mumbled, too tired and spaced out to use proper sentences.

This amused Hans, who only saw Elsa when she retorted witty comebacks to his slanders. "Yeah, I noticed. You're being pretty obnoxious. So keep it down a little, k?" he tried to act peeved, though his eyes were filled with concern while looking at her tear soaked orbs.

"Sorry...happens a lot...," Elsa responded between sobbing hiccups. She was obvious not in her right mind, because she would never let Hans see her in this vulnerable state. She had these kind of nightmares almost weekly. Though she should be used to them they always scarred her and left her scared and awake for the rest of the night. She wiped away some tears from her alabaster cheeks and sniffled.

Hans groaned, trying not to give into his desires. "God Elsa. Sometimes I can't stand you," he grumbled and turned to take him reluctantly in his arms. Spooning her and rubbing her shoulders gently, he tried not to smell her intoxicating scent while her sobs slowly faded away. "Shh...it's okay. It was only a dream. You're safe now," Hans whispered close to her ear and pulled her body flush to his.

He earned no response, as her soft snores echoed through the room. He fell asleep like that, loving the feeling of not being in bed alone. His past was full of loneliness, and it was a rare occasion when he had someone tangible to hold on to, to call his, if only for a few hours. He snuggled impossibly closer to her. He hoped this would all be forgotten by tomorrow morning. He really, really did not want ot go through that awkward conversation when they woke up next morning. But for now, he would cast his worries aside and live in the bliss this girl was giving him with only her presence.

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Elsa fluttered her eyelids open and breathed in deeply. She was surprised that the sun was peeking vibrantly through the blinds. She had slept through the entire night. She felt refreshed, a feeling she hadn't experienced since high school. Evaluating her surroundings, her eyes widened the size of saucers. Her arms were flung over Hans' back randomly, and her head hung right below his shoulder. She released her tight grip from his chest and peeked over her muscled back to his stature.

He was still fast asleep, some of his dark locks hanging over his lightly freckled face. His mouth hung agape, making him look more charming and less evil than he really was. One of his arms hung off the bed, while the other was tangled beneath his body. His chest rose up and down in a peaceful manner. Elsa detected a small bit of grin on his face, as one of his dimples was barely showing. She couldn't hide her own smile. Asleep, he really wasn't that bad.

She got up and tried to forget ho she woke up that morning, not wanting to have to explain it to Hans, which would no doubt be awkward and humiliating. She picked up her duffel and began to shuffle through, finding something comfortable to wear for the rest of the drive home.

"Elsa...," Hans grumbled, making said girl jump in shock. She gazed over her shoulder at him, who turned over from facing the wall to the empty side of the bed she had previously occupied. His hands reached out blindly, finding a loose pillow to hold onto in substitute for herself. Elsa began to panic; what else happened last night that she didn't know about? Why would he be calling her name?

She walked to the bathroom and turned on the tap, needing some cold water to awaken her clouded senses. However, once she dired her face, she was shocked to see Hans standing in front of her in all his practically naked glory.

"Morning," he mumbled, wetting his tooth brush and jamming it into his mouth.

Elsa said nothing in reply, only continuing to paint her face with her everyday makeup. After several moments of uncomfortable silence, Elsa spoke bravely. "Did something..happen last night?"

Hans spit out the rest of his toothpaste, taking his time to answer as he finished cleansing his mouth. "You had a bad dream. You were crying and being a total clingy teenage girl, so I did what you wanted and held you for a while. Then, we both fell asleep. That's it," Hans explained shortly, trying to act as if it was a chore his mother made him do. "And besides, I would never want to do anything with you."

"Good. Because I feel the same," Elsa retorted back lamely, flipping her hair sassily and walking out of the bathroom. However, she couldn't shake the butterflies inhabiting in stomach. She knew after one of her infamous night terrors that sleep was impossible. Yet having him hold her, and somehow ending up tangled together, she had slept better than she had in years. As muc has she would never admit to him or even herself, she knew there was more to them than petty insults and childish jabs.

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