A/N: This is Elsa's POV of this story, so if you want to read Anna's POV you should check my other fic, "The One". I hope you like it :)

This will represent Elsa's dark side.

This will represent Elsa's good side.

Chapter 1: First day.

Hi, I'm Elsa but my friends call me… well actually I don't have any friends, but most of people call me loser, moron, idiot… and their favorite one "The heartless ice queen". This is the first day of my third year of high school and I already want to go home. I'm thinking about any excuse that could bring me out of this hell full of bad people, but nothing convincible comes to my mind. Anyway, it's not as if there was someone waiting for me at my house, I'd just sit there all day regretting the day I was born. I can do that here too.

I'm scanning my surroundings trying to locate my classroom when suddenly I see the most beautiful thing I've ever put my eyes on. She is a gorgeous redhead with her hair combed in two twin braids, her fair skin is decorated with thousands of tiny and adorable freckles, her lips are curled at the ends creating the brightest and nicest smile I've ever seen, she is dressed with a pink blouse with a neckline that accentuates her pair of beautiful breasts, and blue tight jeans that hold very nicely her perfect curves. However, the best part of her and the one thing that captures my attention almost instantly are her sparkling teal eyes so full of joy, so full of life, hope, love… full of everything I lack.

I'm put out of my thoughts when someone pushes me so hard from my back that I almost fall to the floor. I turn around to see who it is.

Great. My favorite bully. Hans.

"What were you looking at, Ice Queen?" He says with a mocking voice and a wicked smile.

Nothing of your business, just a strawberry blonde goddess that immediately stole my heart. Now, if you excuse me, I'd like to return to the most joyful moment of my life.

I don't say anything. I just glare at him the most intimidating way I can, hoping he'll leave me alone, even if I know that probably won't happen.

"I asked you a question, dyke." I clench my teeth; I hate when he calls me that. "Were you staring to that redhead over there?" He points towards the girl of my dreams.

I shake my head and turn to leave, but he grabs my right shoulder very hard and makes me face him.

"I don't like people ignoring me or lying to me. Do you understand?" I nod just wanting to go away. This is stupid. "Well, to make sure you don't forget it, I'll give you a lesson."

He takes his hand off of my shoulder (finally) and starts walking in her direction. I know this isn't good. Anything involving Hans isn't good. What will he do? Will he bully her? Will he hit her? Why didn't he just start insulting me or stole one of my books as he usually does? Why does he have to bother the girl to punish me? I'm afraid for her and I want to do something but I can't, I'm frozen in my place.

Then I see how he stays on her way so she hits him and is sent to the ground. Well, it wasn't that bad.

Come on, Hans, you've obtained tour little revenge, now just walk away.

He doesn't. He helps her to wake up and starts talking to her using his best flirting tricks. I almost would've preferred him to hit her. It would've been more merciful. Poor girl, she'll be one of Hans' "special friends" before she ends crying in a corner with her heart torn into pieces.

I'd like to do something, but if I tell her that Hans is a bad guy she won't believe me. However, there's another way of saving her. I could try to gain her heart, that way she won't have anything to do with Hans in a romantic way... Yeah, right, as if I could compete against Hans (or anyone else, for that matter). He is the most handsome guy in the school, he is an expert at the art of conquering young women and he is a man, and judging by the way the redhead is holding to his elbow as they walk, she is probably straight.

Or she could be bi… Yeah, I don't think so. And even if she is, it doesn't matter, she'd probably never love someone like me, I mean, I'm the ice queen, I'm heartless, cold and have a complete lack of social skills, while she is like sunshine, and she is friendly, and she is beautiful and I bet she is very nice and...

Okay Elsa, stop. You sound like a total creep. You can't love someone you just met... Well, not even met, saw. You don't believe in love at first sight, remember? She could be a total jerk like the others for all you know.

Right, I'm being stupid. A whole period of vacations isolating myself is no good for me. I should probably just go to my class and forget all about this redhead girl.

Many hours pass without me caring even a little bit about what's happening around me. The teachers are just explaining how they're going to evaluate us, and I don't really care because I'm going to have perfect grades anyway. The students who know me are murmuring awful things about me, I know because I can hear them even if they think I'm not paying attention to their voices. The students who don't know me just don't notice me. Good. I'll enjoy this before the entire High starts hating me for no reason.

Finally, I get one free hour, so I head to the cafeteria. I don't have money to buy anything and I didn't bring something from home either, I just want to read a book. Sure, I could do it in the library too, but if I'm really honest with myself, I want to see if the gorgeous girl I saw in the morning is there.

I arrive and notice Hans and his friends gathered at the table where they usually sit. Meg is pointing at me and I see the other girls speaking, probably about me, but I don't care because suddenly I see her standing next to Hans, and my cheeks warm a little at the sight. It's as if I'm hypnotized, I want to walk towards her, introduce myself and beg her to be my friend or at least let me know her name, just so I can hear her probably amazing voice. However my trance is finished by one single glare from Hans, which reminds me my position in the school's hierarchy (exactly at the bottom) as well as hers, which is now almost in the top just because she is speaking with the most popular guys around here.

I don't want trouble, so I just go to sit at an almost empty table, open my backpack and pull out my favorite book. I've read it like a thousand times, but I don't care, it's my favorite so I read it every year: "The call of wild". I like it because it's bitter-sweet, the story is kind of crude and very sad at some parts, but that's how life is, it has bad times and good times, that's what makes it worth it. Plus, I admire Buck's loyalty, I bet he really loved his master.

While I'm reading I notice that the two other people who were at that table leave. I feel like I'm some kind of plague. Probably I am. I try not to pay attention to it, in order to not feel worst, so I continue reading, more immersed this time. I am, however, promptly interrupted by a hard hit on the table that makes it shake. I turn expecting to see one of my bullies just trying to upset me, but what I see is a lot better.

It's her. Yes, the girl who'd been in my head all day. The girl with the most adorable freckles and the most beautiful teal eyes. Her. The strawberry blonde goddess.

She starts to apologize for hitting the table. There's no need for it, I didn't mind in the slightest. God knows I couldn't even mind if she had hit me instead. Actually I would probably even enjoy it. However, I'm capable of keeping my feelings inside of me, using all my concentration not to let them show.

"Okay... Uh... Can... Can I sit here?" She asks.

Gods! Her voice is so precious! It's sweet, and kind, and warm. How can anyone be so perfect?

She asked you a question. Stop staring like a creep and say something!

I don't say anything, not trusting my voice (I'd probably stutter and make a fool of myself), so I nod instead and return to my book, too scared to start a conversation with her. I can't read though. Her mere presence is enough to distract me every time I try to make sense to the letters. My mind is right now full of many thoughts about her, most of them impossible fantasies.

Why did she come here with me instead of staying with Hans and his gang? Maybe she likes me? Maybe she wanted to be with me? We could start being friends, then we'd have dates and eventually we'd both confess our unconditional love for each other and we'd become girlfriends and after some years we'd get engaged, and after the wedding we'd have babies and…

Stop! Stop right now! Geez, how can you imagine all that just because she sat beside you? I'm sure that, if she became aware of what you're thinking, she'd be so scared that she'd think about moving to Mars just to be far away from you.

You can't really live in Mars.

Whatever. Just admit I'm right. You can't let her know your feelings, she'd be disgusted. Just act normal.

I can't act normal.

Well, then just act the way you'd act with any other person.

"So... uh… Hi." She says.

She said hi! Now just be normal, BE NORMAL! Conceal, don't feel. Don't let her know. Think Elsa, what do normal people do when someone says hi?

(Seconds pass).

…They answer?

"Hi" I answer, trying to keep my voice at a neutral tone.

"H-hi me?"

God, she is cute when she is nervous, even if I'm not seeing her, I notice it on her voice and it makes me even more defensive, seeing that it's harder to hide my feelings with her being so adorably awkward.

"Oh!... uhm… Hi." She says again.

You already said that.

"D-did I?"

O-oh. I said that out loud, and it made her look ridiculously cute again.

It's okay, Elsa, just don't let her know.

"Do you have some memory issues?" I say.

Fuck (did I just cursed?) I didn't mean to sound that rude. I hope she doesn't get mad.

"Well, excuse me, miss I'm-the-smartest-girl-in-the-school, but not everyone can be Einstein."

I internally laugh thinking about Hans and his pack of stupid animals he call friends.

"I can see that."

"Excuse me? What do you mean with it?"

Wow, she sounds upset. She probably thinks I said that because of her.

"I mean there are lots of stupid and reckless adolescents in this High School."

Good, now you've clarified yourself.

"Including me?"

Well, she is an adolescent of this High School. Maybe that didn't sound so well.

No, of course not, I said it because of Hans, not you. You're so perfect. I bet you're at least as intelligent as me.

"Maybe."

Why. Did. I. Say. That?

She pushes out her chair, probably to go away, presumably upset with me and my lack of social skills. Why can't I just act as the rest of the world? I hate myself. I pushed away the only person I've wanted to be with in a while. Why am I so inept? If there was a subject called "Friendship and human interactions" I'd probably fail it. I want to say something, to tell her to stay, to tell her I'm sorry, but I'm a coward. Besides it's probably for the best, this way I'm not gonna embarrass myself even more and she won't think I'm a disgusting stalker. Just a heatless ice queen.

She pushed her chair. I heard the sound. Why isn't she leaving?

"You know?" She says. I'm surprised to hear her talking, I thought I'd made her mad. I thought she didn't want to be with me anymore.

"I was thinking about just going away since I'm obviously upsetting you, but I felt sorry for seeing you here so lonely."

So… that's why she came.

Of course. What were you expecting? You're just a loser, who would ever want to be with you? To be your friend? She is just so kind and heart-warmed that she decided to try to make you feel better. She pitied you. It's the only reason someone could ever approach to you. How pathetic.

"I don't need your pity." I answer bitterly. I lied. I actually need it, but I don't want it. I'm heart-broken. I wanted her to speak with me, but not like this, not because she felt she was obliged to do it.

"I know, you're independent." No, I'm not, I'm just incapable of making friends. "I get it. But I also clearly see you can't interact with humans properly." Okay… hearing it from myself is something, but hearing it from her is a completely different thing. It hurts. "And I want to help you." She finishes, getting my hopes up again. "Can we at least be friends?"

At least?! Did she just say that? Is she implying she'd like to be something more than just my friend? I'm not hallucinating, right? Please, tell me I'm not hallucinating.

"N-not at least be friends, more like just be friends, like not being lovers or girlfriends or anything else. J-just friends."

There you have it. She didn't mean it like that. Stop getting your hopes up! You'll end up hurting yourself!

Well… That hurt. But still, she is adorable when she does all that stuttering and word vomiting. Besides, she wants us to be friends!

Well, now don't look so eager. Don't scare her away.

I sigh, then I turn to face her (my heart skipping a beat seeing her face flushed in embarrassment) and answer:

"Fine. I think it can't hurt." I smile a little, but I'm unable to keep the expression for more than a second because the walls I've built all these years quickly rise up again.

One normal answer! Congratulations! Let's hope you don't ruin it again.

"Anna." She extends her hand for me to take it.

Her name is beautiful, made for a sweet girl. Totally suits her.

"Elsa." I say, feeling ashamed if my simple, ugly name.

When I hold her hand, I can't help noticing how it complements mine, it's as if we were made for each other. Also, her grip is gentle, yet firm. It feels so good.

It looks like she has a strong hand. I bet it would feel amazing caressing me, as she leans in and kisses my lips…

Stop! I'm not letting you have those repugnant thoughts about an innocent girl like Anna. You are disgusting.

You're aware we are the same person, right?

"I like your name. It's beautiful, just as the rest of you." She says.

Did she just complimented me? Wow, calm down. What do you say in this cases?

You compliment her back. Just try not to sound like a stalker.

"Thanks, you are beautiful as well."

Polite enough, without being a lie. I feel proud of myself, it's the second normal thing I've said to her, even if I'm now a nervous wreck with lots of tiny butterflies inside my stomach. I know I won't be able to hold conversation a lot longer. Quickly I think of something to say so I can stop talking without sounding too rude.

"I… will… continue reading."

"Yeah, sure, do what you want." She answers.

Did she just sound nervous? Her voice came out a little high-pitched.

It must have been your imagination. Just pretend you're reading, with a little bit of luck, she'll realize you're busy and leave you to continue talking another day, when you are more calmed.

"You know? You have very beautiful hair. I hadn't seen a color like this before."

My heart skips a beat, only to then start racing faster than ever, making my face warm with the blood rushing to my cheeks.

Wow. This girl knows how to make me nervous.

"Y-yes. It-it's a family thing."

Did I just stutter? Conceal!

"Where are you from?"

Should I tell her the truth? I can't hurt, right? She won't tell anyone, I hope.

"Norway."

"You know? I think a pretty hair like this would look even better down."

Then I'll let it down for the rest of my life, if it means you'll find me attractive.

Conceal, don't feel! I don't understand why you want to please her in everything. At least put a little bit of resistance.

"I prefer it braided." I say after shaking my head.

"Could you at least let me unbraid your hair for a moment? Just to see how it looks like. Then I'll leave it just as it was. Please?

I turn only to find her pouting, making me blush again. How could I ever say no to that cute expression? I sigh to hide my eagerness, then I agree with her and return to pretend I'm reading my book.

I tense when I feel her soft hands touching my hair, undoing my braid and brushing my hair gently. This gesture feels so intimate, so deep, so tender, so loving… I don't remember the last time I felt something like that, which age I was? Eight, maybe? I hadn't had physical contact with humans since then, not beyond the typical shaking of hands. I had forgotten how good it feels. I almost feel like a person again. I almost feel like I am worth something. I almost feel like someone actually cares about me.

I start feeling a maybe-too-much-pleasurable sensation in my lowers regions and I'm disgusted with myself. Why I'm getting this turned on? She is not doing anything sexual, and yet here I am, like a creepy-old-pervert with the hormones of a teenage boy. I'm ashamed. What's wrong with me? Why can't I be normal? Why can't I just take this gesture as a friendly one? Why my body reacts to it this way? Someone should take me now to a mental institution. I want this wrong feelings to end this instant.

My prayers are listened, but I'm not sure if it's a good thing. Suddenly the way she is touching my hair changes, it's not gentle like before, it's rude and with each stroke my hair feels as if it's been pulled a little. Then I feel my locks starting to weigh a little more, as if something were being put on them. I look her from the corner of my eyes and see her kneading a ball of brown plasticine with her left hand, to then grab some of it with the other, and daub it in my hair.

My heart breaks. I feel utterly betrayed. Why is she doing this to me? What did I do to her? Why? Why? Why?

Why? It's obvious. Even if she is new here, she can still see you're a loser, even she, the sweetest girl in this planet, recognizes that you deserve it. You're an ice queen, you're rude, you're heartless, you are a monster with disgusting and naughty thoughts, you're despicable, you deserve it, you deserve it, you deserve it!

No, no, no, no... please tell me this isn't happening. She could never do this, she was so nice, so gentle, so caring… she isn't like this. I'm sure.

You're sure? You don't even know her. Hans probably told her to do it and she agreed because she thought it would be funny to bully the infamous ice queen.

I want her to stop, to get her hands off of me. I want to yell at her to let her know how betrayed I feel, to make her see this isn't fair, but I can't. If I open my mouth two things can happen: I can get so angry I end up hurting her or I can start crying miserably. None of them is an option. I have to keep my reputation as a heartless girl. I have to let them think nothing can hurt me. I have to make them believe not even the cruelest thing can take me down, even if I'm breaking inside.

I see Hans and his friends in the distance taking photos with their cell phones and laughing at me. I've never felt so humiliated in my entire life. I feel tears burning in my eyes, but I don't let them go, I can't cry, I can't give them the satisfaction of seeing me crushed, I can't let them know they can make me feel this way. I have to keep the little dignity I have left.

I feel Anna starts removing the plasticine and I shut my eyes, trying to last without crying until she finishes.

Conceal, don't feel. Don't let them know.

I repeat the old mantra several times in my head, trying to calm myself down, to follow its command. Finally, after what feels like ages, but probably were just a few minutes, Anna releases my hair after tying it into a braid again.

"Are you done playing with my hair?" I ask, trying to keep my voice from trembling, but it proves to be a useless task. Hopefully she didn't notice it.

"I wasn't playing, I was just admiring it." She answers innocently, like she had done nothing wrong.

Yeah, right. Do you think I'm stupid?

"Well, then I should get going to my class. Goodbye Anna."

I grab my book, place it inside my back pack, stand up and walk away, all of this without daring looking at Anna one single time, afraid that I'll break if I do. This was the worst day of my life, but I find, surprised, that I'd never change it for nothing in the world, because it teached me something: don't trust someone just for their appearance, don't ever believe there's kindness in this world, don't believe that you deserve mercy, do not ever expect things to go in the way you want them, don't expect life to be happy… because it'll always be sad. But the most important thing of all: don't ever, under any circumstances, trust Anna again. Never.