"What?!" cried Anna, looking at her current boyfriend and dance partner, Hans, incredulously.

"I'm moving," he repeated, "My brothers and I can't all live in our small house, Anna. My dad looked for one that could shelter us, and the biggest one is out of state." He puffed up his Southern Isles Princes football jacket, his exterior exuding suavity. The sight was quite offsetting to Anna, not even so much towards the news of Hans moving, but how he did not even seem the slightest bit upset about it.

"Th… The competition, Hans," said the redheaded girl, looking up at him with glistening eyes, "What a-about the competition?"

Silence settled momentarily over the pair.

"... I have to call it off, Anna," he said, his eyes betraying his composure, "Our relationship and the competition."

The freckled woman stood there, looking for all the world as if she had just been slapped in the face. The first tears started to spill over. Then she took a shaky inhale and glanced at the tall boy once again.

"You're… Breaking up with me, too?" she quietly asked, voice thick. Hans shifted slightly, lip trembling momentarily before he regained his composure.

"You have to realise this is for the better, Anna," explained the auburn haired boy, placing a hand on her shoulder, "I did not choose this to happen, but LDRs would not work for me. I need to be able to feel the person, not just… Not just see and hear them. I would stay here, I would, but I'm only in community college. Wherever my dad goes, I go."

"... Y-you don't even seem t-to care…," she whisper, subconsciously leaning toward his touch. She could feel the warmth of his large hand under her hoodie.

God, how I'll miss that warmth. That face. Those eyes. The cute blush he gets on his face when he realizes he's rambling. The light in his eyes when he's done something he's proud of. The concentrated look he gets when dancing.

"... I said that to my father at my mothers funeral. His reply to me was, 'Cool and composed makes your feelings reposed.' I'm pushing my feelings down for you, Anna, so you don't feel worse than I know you already do," came Hans's slightly strangled voice. With a shuddering breath he kissed Anna's hair and mumbled into her ear a quick goodbye, proceeding to leave her apartment after.

It was then that Anna realised Hans had never said 'I love you' to her throughout their whole two year relationship.

Anna stood there for a moment, tongue feeling like a lead weight in her mouth. Her body was stiff as a marble statue, trying to process everything that had just happened to her.

My boyfriend broke up with me. My boyfriend broke up with me. But… Possibly even worse… i just lost my dancing partner. There is no competition for me anymore. Nothing. I've been waiting for this competition for six years, SIX GODDAMN YEARS, and now… It's all shattered to ruins…

Tears started rolling down her freckled cheeks as she truly absorbed what had happened to her. Dancing was her lifeline; she did it to calm down, to have fun, to win competitions, to make her life easier. The competition she was looking forward to most, however, was the International Olympus Competition. The was IOC the most renowned dancing competition in the world, people from countries all over the world speaking of it. She had dreamed of entering it since she was young, but had never fully considered it until her sixth year of dance, when she was twelve years of age.

Ms. Meg smiled lightly, calling her over after class.

"You know what you've got, kid?" she said to the young, redheaded girl. Anna grinned as she heard the instructor's voice fill her ears. She always had a fondness for her, as she had been teaching her since she had started at the Arendelle Dance Academy.

"What, Ms. Megara?" she replied, all smiles.

"You've got three things. Three things that champions have. Determination, skill and talent, and effort. You see, you need all three of these things t-... sugar." A lock of her dark brown hair had fallen over her face, right over her eye. Anna laughed as she tucked it behind her ear, these things happening quite often, but still eager to hear what her teacher had to say.

"As I was saying. You need all of these things to be a champion. You can't have just two, or just one, but you need all three. You need determination to be able to see where you want to go and how you're going to get there. You have the skill and talent, which gives you the ability to soar over and above others. And the effort. The effort is the key ingredient, really, because what do the other two matter if you're not going to work hard at something and put every fiber of your body into working towards what you want, you know?" She studied Anna's face to see if she understood. Anna's eyes were wide with wonder, and she nodded, as if to encourage the instructor to continue. And so she did.

"You can't have just effort and skill and talent, because then you don't know what you're working towards. And you can't have just effort and determination, either, though that pairing is a bit debatable to some." She broke off and chuckled slightly, then continued, "But lucky for you, Anna, you've got all three of those things. You're going to make it so far, I can just tell. In fact, I have faith you'll make it to the IOC." At those words Anna's heart leapt to her throat, and suddenly she was rendered speechless. Was she truly that good?

"Well… Now that I don't have a partner… The Big Three mean nothing," she mumbled quietly. Then she jumped about a foot in the air as the front door slammed open. Her brother and roommate, Kristoff, stood in the doorway, his big oaf of a dog Sven at his side. Both were covered in snow.

"What the hell hav-"

"Anna, why are yo-" They both started at the same time. Kristoff put up his hands, further proceeding to take off his hat, scarf and mittens.

"Ladies first," he replied.

"Where the hell were you, Kristoff?" she said, eyeing him warily. He smiled.

"First snow of the season, sis! I was walkin' Sven, as usual, and then it started to snow a little bit. And then a little bit more. And then a lot more. And we played in it, and then here we are," he explained, taking off his shirt and boots. He started walking towards his room, the Newfoundland trailing behind him. He took off his shirt just as he walked through the doorway.

"My turn, Anna. Why are you crying?" he called out to her, a slight hint of concern underlying in his tone. She heard slight mumbling, and then Sven came out and sat in front of her, awaiting to be pet with his adorable brown eyes. She couldn't help but smile at his pleading expression, and bent down to pet him.

"... Hans broke up with me… And he's moving out of the state," she said, tears beginning to sting her eyes again.

"Whoa whoa whoa, what?" Kristoff practically threw himself out of his room, hitting the hallway wall harshly. He was struggling to get his shirt on as he ran out into the living room, accidentally stubbing his pinky toe into a leg of a chair. He threw his head back and howled in pain. Anna broke out in a laughter that immediately began to brighten her mood. Kristoff jumped around on one foot, crying out obscenities that the redhead had often heard her oafish brother mutter when he couldn't figure out a problem of his school work.

"It's… Not… Fucking… Funny… Anna…," exclaimed Kristoff through clenched teeth. This only made the younger sibling laugh harder.

Kristoff put his foot down and winced, glaring at Anna the best he could. But it was quite hard to stay angry at her.

The blonde limped over to the couch and sat next to his sister, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"Okay sis… If Hans moves out of state, then… You don't have a partner, right?" he questioned. Anna's smiled faded and her bright turquoise eyes dimmed, a solemn look toning them down. She simply nodded.

"Well, you're lucky you have me as a big brother who goes to the same campus as you. I k-"

"Kristoff, I love you, with all my heart, but you're an absolutely horrific dancer," she replied while cutting him off, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. Kristoff laughed, his voice resonating through the room. A sound that always made Anna feel better.

"Well then. No, I wasn't actually going to offer my services, if you'd let me finish what I was saying, then you'd know that I know an amazing dancer who could be your partner," he said, getting satisfaction from the sudden straightening of his sister's back. He pulled out his phone and texted someone.

"Wait, what? What's his name?" questioned the redhead, not trying to sound too eager. Apparently it was a futile attempt, judging by the smirk on her brother's face.

"Her, Anna. Her name is Elsa." There was a clean cut look of surprise displayed on Anna's features. So that was why he was smirking.

"Don't worry, sister dearest, she's practiced both male and female roles. And let me tell you, you will NOT be disappointed when you see her dance," he said, studying her eyes. They started to shift from uncertainty to excitement.

"When will I see her?" the younger sibling asked, now not caring how eager she sounded.

"Tomorrow, at twelve o' clock, on the dot," he said, grin expanding wider and wider, "And she said to be prepared, because she wants to see how you dance too."