A/N: I know it's probably not a good idea to be posting a new fanfic right now, but I couldn't help it. I will continue to update my Mary Gibbs story and my Lost Prince story, as well. Anyway, just trying out this small crossover with The Fault in Our Stars and Frozen because I love them both. Sorry I didn't publish it as a crossover because I don't think this website has added TFIOS to the Movies list yet. Enjoy!

Elsa had an anxiety issue and a secret. College wasn't an option, considering that she had both of those things on her back. Her parents signed her up for a community group where teens with different health problems gathered and talked about their fears and a bunch of corny stuff like that. Elsa had no intention in going, but her parents insisted, so she went.

Elsa had seen several doctors and they all said the same thing. She was depressed. She needed pills. She wasn't normal for her age, whatever that meant. The truth was that she isolated herself. She wasn't depressed. She was trying to protect people around her.

Her mother parked the car and reminded her for the hundredth time to make friends. Elsa grabbed her backpack and gave her an assuring smile.

"I'll be back in an hour, honey!" her mother said, driving away.

Elsa sighed and brushed some of her platinum blonde hair from her forehead. The community teen group was held in a small church and was led by a young man named Jack Forest. He had white dyed hair and wore a blue hoodie. He was very nice and was very talented. Elsa stepped into the chapel and followed some signs that told where the group was getting together. A young girl in a wheelchair made her way passed her, and Elsa stared at the girl's long, blonde hair.

Suddenly, she bumped into someone.

"Oh, sorry." she mumbled, as she looked at the stranger.

"Whoa, my bad." the stranger said.

Elsa looked into a pair of bright emerald eyes. They glimmered as the stranger smiled at her, and pardonned himself. The young man had fiery red hair that kept Elsa hypnotized. He cleared his throat and excused himself. She watched him leave, and caught glimpse of a mirror. She hurried over to it and groaned as she saw that her hair was a bit out of place.

Did he see me like this?

She fixed her hair and continued to make her way to the comminuty group. Adjusting her gloves, she finally found it and was surprised to see quite a few people there. The girl in the wheelchair with long hair was there and so was the red-headed boy. Elsa bit her lip and quickly found a seat. Jack, the group leader, played guitar and sang before they actually began the group. Everyone looked like they were all forced by their parents to attend, and Elsa was no exception. One or two of them actually looked intruiged, but the rest seemed bored out of their minds.

Jack finished singing and put his guitar away. Then, he smiled brightly and welcomed everyone.

"Glad to see so many new faces! Why don't we all introduce ourselves and share what we're diagnosed with?" Jack asked.

Barf.

The blonde haired girl went first.

"Hi, my name is Rapunzel, but you can call me Punzie." she said, shyly smiling,

"Hi, Punzie." all but Elsa said.

She wasn't trying to be rude, she just felt out of place. Everyone here was sick with cancer or another dangerous disease but her. She had something worse.

"I have an illness that makes my hair grow uncontrollably. It takes so much energy from my body that can barely walk." she explained.

"Okay, well, we're glad to have you." Jack said, smiling at Rapunzel.

Another blonde took his turn and introduced himself.

"Hey, I'm Kristoff. You can call me Kris, if you want. I have been diagnosed with a cancer in my eyes. I'm supposed to get surgery to fix it, and by then I will be almost completely blind." Kristoff said.

"Okay, thanks for sharing. Next." Jack said, smiling at Elsa.

She cleared her throat and got ready to speak. She paused as she felt someone's eyes staring right into her soul. It was the red-head. He had a small smile on his face, as if he was dying to hear her speak.

"My name is Elsa Lancaster, and I...have an anxiety issue. I also..."

The stupid red-head kept staring at her, and it made her uneasy.

"I also have a body temperature...problem. I get cold very easily." she continued.

"Okay, good. Well, let's continue." Jack said.

A few other kids spoke, but Elsa didn't hear them at all. All she could hear at that moment was her heartbeat. The red-head's stare kept haunting her but she couldn't find it in herself to glare at him or throw him a dorty look. Finally, it was his turn. Elsa thought that since he was staring at her the whole time, he would've been surprised that it was his turn already.

But, he just nodded and cleared his throat. He stood up and began.

"My name is Hans Waters, but you can call me Hans." he said, smoothly.

Everyone laughed, except Elsa. Now, it was her turn to stare at him.

"I have been diagnosed with Osteosarcoma. It's a bone cancer that's very common in young adults. It cost me ly leg, as you can see." Hans said, pulling up one of the sleeves of his jeans.

He had a fake leg, making Elsa a bit surprised. She thought he would be a hopeless case with a cancer like that. But, he seemed everything but hopeless.

"Thanks for sharing. Allright, everyone, we are done. So, let's head home and I hope to see you all next week." Jack said, dismissing them all.

Elsa stood up and walked out of the church. She stood on the outside steps for her mom, fiddling with her gloves.

"Are you really that cold?" a voice asked.

Elsa turned to see Hans standing behind her. She quickly blushed and nodded.

"Y-Yeah, it's a bit of a curse, you could say." she stuttered.

"Really? Sounds interesting." Hans said, giving her a smirk.

If you only knew, buddy.

"So, what's your name again?" Hans asked.

"Elsa."

"What's your full name?"

She winced. "Elsa Grace Lancaster.'

"Okay, then, Elsa Grace. Hans Waters, at your service." he said, giving her a slight bow.

She couldn't help, but giggle a bit. He reached into his back pocket and puled out a pack of cigars. Elsa quickly frowned and stared at him. He held out the package to offer her one.

"I can't believe this. You just ruined everything, and you were doing so well." Elsa said, shaking her head.

Hans put a cigar in his mouth and shrugged, not sure of what she was talking about.

"What? It's a metaphor, see?"

"What is?" she asked, awaiting his explaination.

Hans took out the cigar to speak clearly. He motioned for Elsa to lean in and listen.

"You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't do it the power to do its killing." he replied.

Elsa thought about such an image for a minute. Hans had a point.

"So, you don't light it and give it its power." she said, understanding him.

"Bingo, Elsa Grace. Why don't you come over to my place?" he asked.

Elsa blinked. "You mean, your house?"

"Well, yeah, that would be my place. Come on, I'll drive you." he said,

"Well, I don't know. I mean, I'll have to ask my mom."

Wait, what am I saying? Mom will be completely cool with this. I was suppsoed to make friends, after all.

"Is she coming soon?"

Elsa nodded. "Yeah, she'll be here."

They stood and waited a bit longer, and watched as Kristoff barely exited the church. He made his way into the parking lot and met with a strawberry-blonde girl with two braids in her hair. They smiled and, to Elsa's surprise, began to kiss right there in the parking lot.

"Geez, Kristoff, can't you at least pick a more approproate setting?" Hans asked just so Elsa could hear.

"You know him?" Elsa asked.

Hans nodded. "Yeah, I know 'im. That's his girlfried, Anna. They've been going out for a while now."

Elsa could hear Anna's giggles and thought she heard her and Kristoff say something.

"What are they saying?" Elsa asked.

"Oh, they're saying 'always'. It's like they're thing, you know?" Hans asked.

Elsa shook her head.

"You know, like: 'You're the peanut butter to my jelly', and that kind of stuff."

"Oh." Elsa said, now understanding.

Finally, her mother arrived and was shocked to see Elsa with a friend. A boy, no less. Elsa asked for permission and, sure enough, she was in Hans' car. They talked until they arrived at his house.

Before he opened the door, he looked over at Elsa.

"Okay, look, my mom is probably going to have a heart attack when she sees you, so be prepared." he said.

If she's anthing like my mom, this might get awkward.

They entered, and were lucky not to bump into his parents. Hans led her downstairs to his room and welcomed her. Elsa was amazed at how cool his room was. He had a TV, a couch, a stereo, and several shelves.

"It's nice in here. You really keep it organized." she said.

"Not to brag, but yes, I am." Hans said.

Elsa giggled and they sat down on the couch. She pulled at her gloves to make sure they were secure and continued to scan the room. Hans stared at her gloves with curiousity.

"Can you take them off?" he asked.

"What? Oh, my gloves? Well, not...really. It's better if I keep them on." Elsa said.

"Fair enough. So, what's your story?" he asked.

Again with the illness story?

"I was diagnosed when I-"

"No, no, I meant your real story." he said.

"My real story?"

A/N: Really don't want to make it too much like either story. I DO NOT OWN FROZEN OR TFIOS; I WILL BE QUOTING BOTH AND I GIVE FULL CREDIT TO DISNEY AND JOHN GREEN