A/N: This is a high school-ish AU. Anna and Elsa aren't sisters (no incest!).

Disclaimer: I don't own Frozen.

Hans' mouth was hot and skillful, sending tingles down Elsa's spine as she pressed herself to his body. She could kiss him forever and ever and never get tired of the pleasure spikes, the sweaty hands, the heat. His hands ghosted over her arms before pushing slightly, fingers rough against her pale skin.

Elsa kept her eyes shut, leaning in again. She wasn't done yet, and the sun was hot and his skin was hot and even the wind was hot. The perfect day for kissing.

"Els."

She opened her eyes. Why was he talking? She and Hans never talked while kissing, except for quick mumbles or moans into each other's mouths. Not names.

"What?" She scooted forward on the hood on his car, the hot metal scraping the backs of her thighs. He leaned back against the windshield-something was wrong. Hans never leaned away from her.

"We need to talk."

She stared at him, mouth open. Was he joking? Hans never interrupted a hot makeout session to talk. "Okay?" she said cautiously.

Hans shifted, scratching at the flawless paint on his car. Everything that Hans owned was flawless, from his name-brand shoes to his expensive shampoo and everything in between. Like, everything in between. "Do you know Anna Arendelle?"

Elsa's heart squeezed in her chest. Was he cheating on her? "Yes, of course."

Everyone knew Anna Arendelle-senior class president and nicest girl in the world. The kind of girl who wore white dresses and sandals. The kind of girl who brought brownies for the freshmen and apples for her teachers. The kind of girl who threatened Elsa's girlfriend status just by sitting near Hans.

Hans looked away. "I was talking to her the other day. Did you know she's gonna work at Sneaky Freeze this summer too?"

Elsa and Hans had applied for their jobs at the ice cream place together. They'd gone to their interviews together. She'd imagined a blissfully romantic summer full of stolen kisses behind the register and long walks with their discount ice cream after work.

...All right, it was a little mushy, but at least she'd be working with her boyfriend. Making out could pass some time during slow hours.

"No." Elsa refused to let her voice shake. It was the truth, after all-well, maybe a half-truth. She may have heard Anna mention something about working at the ice cream shop over the summer. Maybe. But she hadn't paid any attention. She didn't have anything to do with a girl like Anna Arendelle.

"Well..." Hans scratched at the paint again. He wasn't going to break up with her. He wasn't. He couldn't-they were coming up to their three-year anniversary. No, no, she must be overreacting. "It's just...y'see, with college coming up in a few months..."

No. No, he couldn't be. Their universities were only two hours apart!

"I heard that Anna and her boyfriend are calling it quits for the summer...I mean, because it's just better to be unattached and everything this time of year, y'know? I just...I was thinking maybe..."

"Maybe what?" Horror sent danger signs curling into her voice. She could see the flinch in Hans' eyebrows-he was afraid of her. Or of what he was going to say to her. She didn't want to hear it, but her butt felt glued to the sun-baked car hood.

"Maybe we should just...take a break? I dunno, it's just..."

She was trembling. Actually trembling. She had to clutch the edge of the car to steady herself, leaning forward. "Are you serious?"

"I just want to meet new people!" said Hans defensively. "It's like, high school's over, and I just think it's time to branch out a little and meet new-"

"New people?" Elsa snapped. "You mean like Anna Arendelle?"

The accusation was out there before she could stop it-and Hans actually flushed. She couldn't believe it. He had a thing for Anna Arendelle and he was breaking up with her about it? What kind of cruel joke was this? She just stared at him, mouth open in fury and shock and-and-three years. They'd been dating for three years.

But-but-should she really be surprised? Half the guys at school had a thing for Anna. She was gorgeous and nice and smart and never petty or gossipy. Sure, her boyfriend was an idiot, but that just gave the other losers hope. That was what they all were-losers.

"You're a jackass," Elsa spat.

"Els, don't be so touchy-"

"You're breaking up with me!"

"Yeah, but this kind of thing happens all the time-you must've noticed things have been kinda slow lately-"

"I was on my period!"

Hans held up his hands. "Calm down, Els. All I said was-"

"All you said was it's over!"

"Yeah, well, I have a right to-"

"Three years, Hans!" She was fighting back tears. "Three years!"

"Like I said, high school is over. You should move on." Hans hopped off the car hood. "Sorry, Els."

"Sorry! Sorry!" She almost laughed hysterically. "Tell that to Anna when she has to suck your little-boy dick!"

"Elsa-" Hans looked frustrated, like a parent with a bratty kid. She wasn't going to take this attitude from him-she pushed herself off the car and half-shoved, half-fell into him.

"I hate you!"

"D'you have to be such a girl about this?" Hans pushed his long hair out of his face. "Honestly, Elsa-"

"Shut up! Shut up!" She punched him in the arm as hard as she could, and when he winced, she smacked him again. Fury and victory bubbled in her stomach. She hated him-

"You know what? Whatever." Hans backed away from her and walked around his car. He wrenched open his door, plucking himself into the seat. "Get lost, Elsa."

What the hell? What happened to her Hans-the one who bought her flowers for prom and stayed up all night watching movies with her? The one she'd given her fucking virginity to? "What the hell, Hans?!" she screamed, and he slammed the door in her face.

He flipped her off through the window and shifted the car into gear-before she knew it he was pulling away, driving off down her street, leaving her shrieking obscenities after him for all the neighbors to hear.

She fled to her room, throwing herself down on the bed and sobbing into her pillow. She pressed her pillow to her face and screamed into it for a good long five minutes. She hated Hans.

Oh, Anna motherfucking Arendelle was going to pay for this.

A/N: I'll continue if y'all want me to :)