A/N: Hello everyone, Jo here. I promised, you wanted, and you shall receive. ExchangeStudent!Elsa AU. Few things before we start. I am always accepting prompts and asks about this fic, I want you to be as involved as possible. You can message (on tumblr) elsannaheadcanons, 50shadesofelsanna, or tag stuff with #ExchangeStudent!Elsa to get your ideas to me.

As usual, italics means thoughts, and bold for this fic, is whenever someone is speaking Norwegian, so you know.

Alright, on with the snow. I mean show, whoops.

Brilliant.

An exchange student?

No, worse, a Norwegian exchange student.

It wasn't exactly worse per say, but for this redhead, it wasn't what she needed right then. Right after the message was delivered, the girl collapsed back into her seat, huffing, almost snapping her pencil.

This girl is none other than drama major Anna Snowe, college freshman at Washington college. She was falling behind in her classes and she knew it. Her parents knew it, her friends knew it and her teachers were putting more pressure on her. She just forgot. She forgot to do work, or research, or anything really. She was a pretty care-free girl, wafting around the college like a feather on the gentle summer breeze. She was trying to get herself in check, of course. But all that was about to change.

Now she had to look after some Norwegian girl who didn't speak any English. All because she was the only one who could speak Norwegian. Why is she even coming here? Not to mention they'd given Anna 1 days notice. This girl, Elsie or whatever (Anna wasn't really listening, she only paid attention when they said Anna's name), was already on the plane. And she'd have to take her under her wing. Her very busy school-filled wing.

She was not looking forward to tomorrow, that was for sure.

Anna didn't really have too many friends around college, surprising most of the teachers, who saw Anna as a social butterfly. She had her old buddy Belle from high school, but they took very different subjects, and they rarely saw each other now. Belle was an American Lit major, and a bloody good one too.

The rest of the lecture drifted by as Anna thought about various ways she could ditch this girl with someone else, but she just couldn't find herself to be that cruel. From the various words she had paid attention to, she had picked out "...Architect major...", "...shy...", "...different..." and "...needs a friend...".

There wasn't even an architect department at Anna's college. It was a preforming arts school. Although, Anna knew some of the students there were only there because their family forced them to go, as drama is meant to boost confidence levels. And they had mentioned the word shy.

Anna flitted back to her dorm shutting out all sounds around her, almost slamming the door shut after gliding in, not caring that her bitchy neighbour, Ursula, yelled at her for being loud, again. All she could think about was having to take this shy, skittish Norwegian under her wing for 6 months.

Anna fell into a restless sleep, tossing and turning as her mind yet again played Anna's own perception of her parents death over and over, slight details changing. They were driving to the next city to see her dad's sister, when news reached Anna of a tree coming down in a flash flood and crushing the car, and her parents. Now her mind plays the same images over and over.
As the day of the exchange, although Anna realised they sent no-one to Norway, so this was some kind of stupid fake exchange, rolled around, Anna didn't want to do anything but sleep.

At 10:00 on the dot, Principal Oaken had called her out of her class to his office, where she had been forced to wait outside. No doubt Miss I-can't-speak-any-English-so-I'm-coming-over-to-America-to-see-how-many-people-I-can-annoy was in there with him.

Just as Anna's eyes were closing, the door creaked open, and Anna's eyes slowly followed. The breath in her throat hitched, and she scrambled to stand up.

In front of her was a girl with stunningly white hair, and skin so pale she could be a porcelain doll. She shoved her pen and pad to the seat she was just in and extended her hand to great the foreigner. She did not expect the girl to jump back, frightened. The girl was clearly much taller than Anna herself, with a meaner yet softer looking face, which was quickly morphed into shock and horror. And confusion in Anna's part. She quickly whipped her hand back, bowing her head slightly.

"I'm Anna." She puffed out proudly, just being glad to get words out in this tense situation.

"Elsa. Pleased to meet you." The girl, Elsa, spoke. And boy, was it in the most beautiful accent Anna had ever heard.

"Elsa. Nice name." It really is. It's... brilliant...