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(A/N: Happy St. Patrick's Day guys! This green fuzzball has a real treat for you? What is it you ask? *points to story title* That's right! OFTAS is finally here! Swear I was damn near getting death threats to get this puppy published. I take it you guys didn't like the first installment's ending? Random reader: "I hate you." Yeah, you and about everyone else out there. Since Elsa put a huge ice spire through our ship we'll stay on this lovely little island until I get our ship back into sailing shape. I find it funny that I have to repeat this procedure, but apparently I have to. I'll leave it up to your imaginations as to why, but you can refer to the A/N's in the first chapter to get a good idea about why I'm about to write this. "If you do not like femslash; get the fuck out. If you don't like Frozen; get the fuck out. If you don't like ElsAnna; get the fuck out. If you don't like g!p; get the fuck out. If you basically think you won't like this fanfic; get the fu- aw I think you get the point. For the sake of those who want to read/enjoy the fanfic, don't be the ass-hat who has to rock the boat and cause chaos in my reviews, because I will delete them." Please read this also: I will still answer questions and whatnot, but I came up with a solution on shortening my A/N's since the questions can get pretty lengthy. I'm going to hold Q/A's on the FAL/OFTAS Tumblr so if you want to know answers you can click the link on my profile. Let me know if you guys prefer this otherwise I'll go back to the old format and hold Q/A's on the top A/N. I will still post FAL on AO3, and when I'm through with FAL, OFTAS will be on my AO3 as well. I will also post credits to the chapter titles in the top A/N since I realized the list on FAL's final chapter was a bit long. "You Found Me" is by The Fray. I think I've held this chapter captive long enough. As always, thanks for reading Once Frostbitten, Twice As Shy. Enjoy.)

Voices clamored in harsh protest from the institution of R. A. Laneway High School. Complete and utter chaos rained down from all ends. The worst of it all came from the front of the school's main office. Students snarled and held picketing signs as they voiced their outrage. Ms. Mode fought back with her bullhorn, but the device paled in comparison to the masses crowded at the front doors. The student council and the school's Princess exited the office. The mob silenced when they saw their representatives.

Astrid walked out of the crowd of students with folded arms. "What did they say?" she asked.

Anna scratched the back of her neck with a dejected expression. Fortunately Max Goof stepped in for her. "They're still taking her crown, and they said that they would cancel prom altogether if you guys don't stop protesting. Principal Hellman looked serious Astrid. You need to call this off or our entire class is going to suffer," the student President reasoned.

Protest came from many of the loyalist to their overthrown monarch. "This isn't right!" one shouted.

"They can't dethrone our Queen!" screamed another.

"Let her rule the school alone!" Miguel and Tulio shouted.

The suggestion heralded an outcry of agreement from the loyalists. "Let her rule! Let her rule," they shouted.

Ms. Mode had it up to her ears with their incessant whining. "Will you all shut up!" she shouted in her bullhorn.

"Guys, really, this isn't necessary," Anna pleaded. She had enough stress to deal with as it was without the excessive bedlam writhing in the school. Her words appeared to calm the crowd until an anti-loyalist vocalized their opinion on the situation.

"Figures our prom would be canceled by the worst Princess in Laneway history. We all have to suffer because you won't choose another Prince. Down with the Queen!" the senior jeered. The teen's words gained support from other anti-loyalists in the halls.

The loyalist and anti-loyalists bumped heads and looked ready to fight. One side shouted of dethronement while the other shouted in outrage at the opposite's treason to the crown. It wasn't until one of the anti-loyalists mocked their former-Prince that Astrid got angry. Present or not: Elsa was her friend. She lunged forward and connected her fist with the girl's face. As soon as the sight of teeth — and blood — hit the scene, the two sides knew what would follow afterward.

Max pushed Anna behind him and slowly backed away. "Go! Go!" he whispered in urgency.

Anna slipped away from the warring hallway, much to her relief. She briskly walked the halls until she felt a pair of hands upon her shoulder. Terror shrieked from her vocal chords as she raised her hand to defend herself from whoever assaulted her. She registered the owner of those familiar chocolate eyes. "For fuck's sake Kristoff don't do that!" she sighed.

Kristoff felt her hug him tightly and embraced the small strawberry-blonde. He heard the chaos down the halls. Everyone knew that Anna and the student council held a meeting with the faculty in the office. Apparently it didn't go well. "You okay Feistypants," he asked as he inspected her for damage.

"I'm fine."

"Oy Kris did ye find h-" Merida stopped and noticed that Anna was safe. Good. "For the love o' all things sacred this school has already went to the dogs in one semester because of one person."

Kristoff gave his girlfriend a warning glance. Elsa may have disappeared but she was still his best friend… even if she was angry with him. "Come on. Let's get back to everyone else. They'll want to hear about what happened," he said.

The three walked to the safety of the Outlands where they came across their other friends: Jack, Pitch, and Esmeralda. Esmeralda was the first to notice their approach. "There they are."

Jack and Pitch glanced from where they were, and looked relieved that Anna appeared to be in one piece. The three met up with their other friends on the football field and they relapsed what occurred moments ago. "… I just wish that Elsa was here with me." Esmeralda offered a sympathetic hand on her shoulder.

Jack's eyes widened as he clasped his fist into his open palm. "Well we're one step closer to finding Elsa. I managed to pull 'the eyes' on uncle Gareth and he caved in. He said that he and aunt Rose pulled Elsa from Laneway and transferred her to another school," he informed. It was the most obvious and logical explanation for where Elsa could have went off to. She wasn't at Arendelle Manor.

Kristoff scratched the back of his head. "If she transferred schools then it won't take much to convince her to come back. She probably went back to Brookenshire," he spoke as if his hypothesis was definite. It was Elsa's former-academy so why wouldn't she be there?

Pitch was highly doubtful of the notion — well, he wasn't doubtful. He outright knew that Elsa wasn't at Brookenshire. The nightmares that Elsa had from spring break still haunted her, and therefore, he could locate her. She… wasn't at Brookenshire; far from it; and everyone needed to know if they wanted to get their lives back to normal. "It won't be as easy as you think," he stated: his golden eyes shimmered against the quant darkness of where he hid.

Multiple eyes riddled with confusion glanced in his direction.

The punk groaned. "Why do I always have to be the bad guy?" he thought. "Don't ask me how, but I know where she is, or at least the general area that is." Everyone looked at him with bated breath. "She's in Norway."

"Norway?!" the group chorused in shock.

Anna twiddled the ends of one of her braids in frustration. Her breath hitched as she began hyperventilating. "Norway? Really?! Why? Why?! Why?! Wh-" A gentle hand pressed soothing circles on her back.

Merida gestured for Anna to steady her airflow. "In an' out lassie," she spoke with a calm tone.

Kristoff gave Anna a hug. "Easy there Feistypants. Someone like you doesn't need to stress herself," he stated emphatically. "We won't stop looking for Elsa. She may be blinded by her own emotions, but she's still a part of our family," he vowed. The blonde looked to all of teenagers present. All of them missed Elsa; and they would find her, even if it took a while. She had to come back to Larcbost sometime in her life. It was her hometown.

Six years have passed since that day. It was late winter: around the time where chilly season gave way for spring to shine forth, but that wasn't so. In downtown Larcbost the Arendelle Corp. complex bustled with activity. Faces both young and old slaved away like dogs. Everyone knew that this time of year upset the company's president. One poor soul had the misfortune to be caught in an act of laziness.

The workload was unbearable but the man kept up with most of his papers. He stretched his arms above head and drank his coffee. The worker leaned back in his seat and felt frosty eyes upon him. He gulped when she advanced his way.

"Mr…" the woman drawled out as she checked his nameplate, "Dillard. I don't pay you to recline in your seat. For every second you're not working you're not making my company money. Do you like seeing me upset?" The worker shook his head as he quivered under her glare. "Then get back to work or you can consider yourself jobless!"

Mr. Dillard had a wife and four kids that relied on his income. "Yes Ms. Arendelle! Sorry Ms. Arendelle!" he apologized.

Everyone at Arendelle Corp. knew that their boss was a cold and distant, young woman. She wasn't as sequestered as she was now, but something about this time of year brought out the Snow Queen in her.

The winter-blonde took the elevator and made it into her office. The door closed behind her. She rubbed the stressful pressure from her temples. Careful knocks echoed from her office door. "Ms. Arendelle," a familiar voice said.

"Enter."

Hans walked into the office and made sure to close the door behind him. "Good afternoon Angelface. Sorry I couldn't come any sooner. Ever since I got my brother's assets unfrozen it's been a bit of a hassle trying to keep up with his work," he informed. Things were looking up for him. He revived his brother's legacy and vision, and he was a close business partner with Arendelle Corp. Nothing could bring him down.

Elsa busied herself with papers that needed her signature. She wasn't rude to him but she wasn't as ecstatic as he had hoped. "You're in a foul mood," he commented.

The businesswoman raised her eyes from her paperwork. "You know I'm always in a bad mood this time of year," she reminded.

Hans nodded in understanding. It was the anniversary, which was why he brought something to cheer her up. He walked up to her with his hands behind his back. Elsa watched him intently. A vase filled with flowers was placed on her desk, and a bottle of red wine cradled under his arm. He knew Elsa had a fondness of red wine, whiskey, vodka — well, alcohol in general — but red wine was her favorite.

Elsa was more fascinated with the flowers on her desk than the alcoholic beverage in the bottle. That could wait for later. Listlessly, she cupped one of the winter flowers into her hands as though she wanted to shield it from the elements. Snowdrops. They were snowdrops: a delicate, winter flower that was oh so beautiful; just like her Sn-… No. She wasn't hers. The flower rekindled the faded embers of the once dead passion that filled her heart.

That passion faded once she snapped out of her reminiscence. Hans spoke, "Hey Angelface, are you okay?" She quieted and it concerned him.

Elsa shook her head. "I'm fine. The flowers just reminded me of someone," she confessed. He didn't know of the pet name she held for her former-lover, and she intended to keep it that way.

"Then I'm glad that I gave you something that reminded you of someone you know," he replied with a proud smirk. It didn't occur to him that nostalgia was a two way street. Good and bad.

The Arendelle Corp. president was about to get back to work until she registered that the redhead didn't leave yet. "How may I help you Hans?" she asked politely.

"We haven't went out on the town in a while and I would love to take you out. You know, catch some dinner; take a walk around the park; go dancing. Whatever you want," Hans offered with his trademark smile.

The young, business tycoon groaned. "You know I hate this week Hans," she told him with a pointed look. She may have forgiven him, but she still harbored ill feelings towards this time of year. "Besides, I'm extremely busy. I have so many incompetent workers out there that I'm considering firing the whole lot!"

Hans flinched at the ice woven into her voice. "Maybe you should get another PA… and not scare them off," he added the latter delicately. They were in a weird on-again, off-again relationship, but he was susceptible to the fury of the Snow Queen. She glared at him and watched him yield to her intimidation. "It was just a suggestion; one that I think you consider… Anyways I'll see you after your meeting Angelface."

And with that, he left.

Elsa didn't regard him as he departed, and arose from her desk. She stretched her pale legs and sauntered over to the large window in her office. Her eyes rested upon the faint presence of the moon that irradiated in the middle of the day. It became ritual for her. The heavenly body brought her comfort in the years that she was away from her hometown. She missed the modest town and the people within it.

The CEO watched the hustle and bustle of Larcbost and remembered why she came home.

Mr. and Mrs. Arendelle were in one of their private jets to Norway to visit their daughter. It has been a while since they have seen their Snowflake. Elsa made a name for herself in the various global undergrounds while away from home. Their daughter arrived from a previous engagement in one of her underground groups thus she was available to visit.

From what she remembered, the report stated: "the skies were too turbulent to travel and the jet went down." Rosenwyn Arendelle… didn't survive the crash. Gareth Arendelle survived the crash, but remained comatose for eighteen months now.

Elsa came home right after that incident. Her head servants — Kai and Gerda — told her that she was the only one whom her parents left their companies to. She could do with them whatever she wanted. Her father explicitly stated that he wanted her happiness above all things, but her mother's death weighed heavily upon her.

Rosenwyn always wanted Elsa to inherit her company. She was the Arendelles's only child; and in honor of her mother's wishes she took over Rimes Industries. With her father incapacitated, she took it upon herself to merge the two companies under the Arendelle name and ran them as a single unit. Since that day, eighteen months ago, she took the reins from her parents and became someone her mother would be proud of.

A pale hand graced the cool surface of her office window. She wasn't a religious person, but she looked heavenward as if her mother could hear her. "Are you proud of me mama?" she asked the air.

Naturally there wasn't a response. Her eyes went to the unopened bottle that her on-again, off-again boyfriend brought her. It was a sweet gesture; and she honestly needed the drink to deal with the stress at the moment.

A loud commotion outside her office disturbed her before she opened the bottle. "Someone stop that madman!" one of the secretaries shouted.

Security was hot on the intruder's trail until he barged into the office. Elsa looked upon her possible assassin — it wasn't the first time someone tried to kill her — and noticed distinct features on the man's face. They were so familiar; so mature.

"Kristoff?"

The guards tackled the blonde man to the ground before he could respond, and struggled to keep him pinned. "That's enough gentlemen. Release him," she ordered. The squadron released him and awaited further orders. "He is a special guest in this building. He is welcome here at all times."

Kristoff straightened out his clothes and looked at her. "Leave us…" she demanded in finality. Security left the office and instructed the workers to get back to work as if nothing happened.

Asphyxiation filled the room in an insufferable silence. Kristoff looked at the ground. It's been so long. When he finally got the nerve to look up and talk to her, he was nearly tackled to the ground in the strongest hug he ever felt from her; yet he remained balanced. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," she apologized repeatedly. "I shouldn't have been away for as long as I have. I-I left everything on such a bitter note between us. I'm just so sorry…"

Kristoff was surprised that Elsa was the one who apologized. Things might be a lot easier than he thought. "Okay focus Kristoff. We got this," he thought.

"… I had no right to take my frustration out on you. We were closer than that."

"It's all right Elsa. I understand."

"Can we… start over?" Elsa asked.

Kristoff tightened their hug. "No need to start over. We can pick up right where we left off. Siblings fight all the time, right sis?" he replied with a toothy grin.

"Right."

Elsa offered him a seat nearby her desk as they caught up with one another.

"So why aren't you living at Arendelle Manor anymore?" he asked. Arendelle Manor was the first place Kristoff looked when he heard about the accident, but Elsa wasn't there.

The CEO sighed. "I don't think I can live in the Manor by myself. Papa hasn't shown any signs of coming out of his coma and the place feels so empty with no one to share it with. Do you remember my great-aunt Cathleen?" He nodded. "She owns the Overland Hotel chain. I have my own suite there." She paid to live there, but it kept her away from the emptiness of the mansion. The heiress continued, "I don't feel comfortable letting just anybody into my childhood home."

Kristoff nodded in understanding. It was his childhood home too, and he wouldn't desecrate the place by letting in some random schmuck.

The two continued their conversation about other things: Kristoff and Merida were progressing well in their relationship. Their families have met each other and everyone appeared to get along greatly. The couple was currently saving money to move to the Northern Mountains where Angus and Sven would have more space to run free.

Jack was ending his second year at Larcbost State University. Elsa felt so proud of her little cousin's accomplishment. Kristoff intentionally left out the fact that Jack and Pitch were still together. They had made so much progress and the last thing he wanted was to ruin it with an old grudge. Pretty ironic considering the reason he was there.

He kept in contact with the rest of their old gang. Esmeralda nailed a lead role with a local theatre group. Leave it to her to be the one to live the dream. Ariel was due to graduate next semester at LSU, and Peter travelled the world seeking out a new adventure at every turn.

Elsa was amazed that she missed so much of what happened with her friends. "I can't believe that all of this is happening. I've missed out on so much," she responded in awe.

Kristoff made a dry comment. "You have no idea," he muttered. His statement went right over her head.

"Did you say something?" she asked.

"Nope," he replied.

This was it. The person he spoke of last. He cleared his throat. "… All of us still keep in contact with Anna…"

Elsa was visibly shaken by that name. She breathed in, then out. "Control your emotions. Conceal. Don't feel. Never let it show," she repeated her mantra in her thoughts. For the time being it soothed her nerves. She eyed the bottle of red wine on her desk. "Pardon my manners. Would you like a drink?" she asked.

Kristoff noticed the bottle. "Nah I'm good. I'm more of a beer kind of guy," he declined politely. While his friend soothed her nerves he continued their conversation. "You know… Anna could use a bit of a helping hand. Life's been a bit hard on her and it took her a while to get her life on track," he confessed.

Part of Elsa felt that her ex deserved the misery for all the hell that she went through, but the other part felt sympathy. She crushed the sentiment before it manifested. "Freeze the cracks of your broken heart… Don't let her in!" she warned the weaker part of herself.

The mountain man knew he was playing a dangerous game, yet he prodded the bull further. "You're a wealthy CEO Els. Could you possibly give her a job at the company?" Crystalline eyes snapped upon him riddled with a bitter, arctic bite. He has only seen that look once, many years ago, and he wished that he kept his mouth shut. One step forward; ten steps back.

Surprisingly Elsa hadn't told him to leave, but instead she replied with a simple, "no." Her eyes were upon her friend in a calm manner. "I don't see how any of this is my problem. Now if you don't mind, I think we should push this conversation somewhere else."

Kristoff was impressed that his best friend remained as calm as she did, but he didn't have to be a psychologist to know that she harbored ill feelings towards Anna. He made her a promise and damn it if he wasn't going to keep it. "I think you're scared," he responded. He knew several strings to get a reaction out of his friend; he just hoped that they still worked.

"Excuse me?" she questioned. Yup. Still worked.

"You heard me. You're too scared of her," the blonde quipped. His words were far from a lie. Elsa was scared — terrified even. Yet a part of her refused to be viewed as someone who was held in the palm of another's hand. She was not weak. She refused to be seen as weak by anyone. That chapter of her life was over.

"All right. I'll hire her. She can be my new PA, but…" she paused, "I can't guarantee that she'll stay." That gained his attention. He leaned in to listen. "I do have quite the reputation. I don't keep many PA's for long. I'm a bit of a Snow Queen around here."

Kristoff quirked his brow once he heard the nickname. He called her mother an Ice Queen — rest her soul — but he couldn't picture his sister as someone unforgivably cruel. "I don't think I'll ever hold a candle to my mother's reputation though."

"I think she'll do just fine," he responded. "… but thank you for not letting the past get in the way of helping her. She could really use the job."

Elsa looked at the ground in silence. "I did this because you asked me to not because I have any lingering attachment to Anna," she retorted bluntly.

Kristoff smirked. "I never said that you did sis. Someone still has a beating heart underneath all that ice. I just hope that Anna can get through to you," he thought. His thoughts were interrupted by the CEO's voice.

"I expect her to be ready to work first thing Thursday," she told him.

"I'll give her the message as soon as possible."

A beep came from Elsa's cellphone. She set a timer to remind her of her meeting. Hans just told her about her meeting not that long ago, and she still needed help remembering. Damn she really did need a PA. "I have a meeting to get to Kristoff. I'll… see you later?"

"Definitely."

Elsa scribbled her suite number on a scrap sheet of paper. After that was done she watched him leave her office and turned to the vase on her desk. She lifted one of the snowdrops and stared out of her window with thoughts of what cards life dealt her this time. Would they be good; would they be bad; or maybe somewhere in the middle? She didn't know.

Outside of Arendelle Corp. Kristoff pulled out his cellphone and went to the first person listed in his contacts: Anna Andersen. The phone dialed once. Twice. "Hi Kris. How did everything go?" she asked.

"The ball is in motion Feistypants. It's up to you to keep that thing rolling. I have faith in you," he encouraged.

Anna looked at her cellphone nervously. He got her. It actually worked. "Thank you Kristoff. I hope everything works out. It has to…"

"Easy there Anna. Baby steps remember? Your first day is Thursday. Get there early. I'll call everyone and we'll get you prepped for the job," Kristoff promised.

(A/N: So how did you guys enjoy the first chapter? I'm pretty sure I'm going to get a bit of outrage from my readers because of the route I've chosen for the sequel. I'm actually prepared for it, so bring it on. XP All jokes aside, I thank you guys for sticking with this zany fuzzball and her story. See you guys next time.)