Unfrozen

By rainbowswen

Summary: Elsa and Merida are complete opposites. Elsa nick named the Ice Queen is the alpha female at Storybrooke High School. Merida is a top athlete with dreams of being a pro basketball player. A class assignment forces the two girls together and graduation depends on the final grade they earn on this project. Can they figure out how to get along and complete the project on time or will they fail to make the grade?

A/N: High school AU. No curse. No magic. No EF. Mentions of sex, some violence, and drug use throughout. OutlawQueen ship with Elsa(Frozen) & Merida(Brave).

Chapter 1

Her hair was perfect. Her outfit was perfect. Her makeup was perfect. Everything about Elsa Arendale was always perfect. She made her way down the hall with her two BFF's Cruella De Vile and Monica Howard. The trio was at the top of Storybrooke High School's social order with Elsa as the Alpha female. She was the envy of everyone in school. At least everyone who wanted to matter. Several girls wanted to be her. However, she was not known to socialize with anyone who didn't dress in the latest fashions, watch the same shows as she did, or do anything that was an original thought around the girl. All the straight guys wanted to date her. But everyone who dared to ask her out had been turned down. By sophomore year she was known as the Ice Queen.

The sea of students parted as the clique passed. No one wanted to be the target of the Ice Queen's ire. Now as a senior, it was rumored that she was looking for a successor of sorts. Someone to keep her legacy going. She had taken on Cruella and Monica as friends in the past year but they too were seniors.

She passed a group of students who were the opposite of Elsa in many ways. Belle French was an honor student and was most likely going to be valedictorian. Jasmine Singh was also an honor student and Belle's only other competition for the top spot at graduation. And then there was their underclassmen friend Anna Arendale. The sophomore was the younger sister of Elsa. People knew they were related because like most small town's everyone knew everyone else. And Storybrooke was a small town.

"How can she be your sister," Belle asked Anna.

The two girls not only had different personalities, but were also different in looks. Elsa had platinum blonde hair, a fair complexion, and blue eyes. Anna had inherited auburn hair, an alabaster skin tone, and brown eyes. They had similar facial features in their nose, chin, and cheek areas but that was it.

"Yes we are sisters." Before she could continue, Anna spotted her boyfriend Hans. The senior star baseball player had surprised Anna by asking her out shortly after the school year started. The young woman was thrilled. Hans was athletic, handsome, and was the reigning homecoming king. Like Anna, he came from one of the oldest and richest families in town. "Hi Hans."

"Hey babe." He kissed her cheek and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "So did you get a chance to do my math homework last night?"

"Yep. Let me just grab it from my locker." The two raven haired girls looked at Hans with pure disdain. They didn't like him or how he used their friend. She was always doing his homework, took notes for him in the classes the couple had together, and had talked badly about Anna behind her back. And on more than one occasion they had seen him looking at other girls including the Ice Queen herself. He was a chauvinist sexist pig, who was lazy, and self-centered. Anna was a smart girl but she couldn't seem to see Hans for the loser he really was.

"Here you go," Anna said sweetly.

"Thanks babe. I know we were supposed to go out after school but Peter and Mitch want me to help them with their boat today."

"Oh." The young girl was clearly hurt.

"Hey don't be like that. They're my brothers and I gotta help my family." He placed a finger under her chin and lifted her head to look into her eyes. "I promise I'll make it up to you this weekend." He gave her a quick kiss and said goodbye to the three girls before continuing down the hall.

Belle felt sick to her stomach. The blue eyed girl hoped that her friend would realize who Hans really was and ended the relationship before she got her heart broken. Seeing the sad look on her friends face, she decided to try and cheer her up. "Hey how about we go to Granny's after practice for burgers?"

"You only want to go there because that's where your crush works," Jasmine said.

"Not true. I like the burgers they have at Granny's." The bookworm really did like food at the small eatery. But her crush worked there after school during the volleyball and basketball off seasons. Ruby Lucas had been the apple of Belle's eye since the fifth grade. They had classes together and were more acquaintances than friends. Belle was just so shy around the tall brunette.

"If you say so," her friend replied.

"I think I'll just go home when we're done. I want to finish the last Twilight book."

Before Belle or Jasmine could protest, the bell for first period rang. The two seniors made their way to calculus class. Anna had English class. She looked forward to her first class of the day. English was her best subject and this was an honors class. Her teacher was great. Ms. Regina Swan-Mills was a firm but fair teacher. Anna was her star student and the woman had mentioned the girl's talent for writing. Anna was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't notice the other person turning the corner. Books, limbs, and papers went flying everywhere.

Anna looked around to see who she had bumped into. She sat up and saw a guy rubbing his forehead. She felt so bad for not seeing him. She apologized several times as she gathered her books and papers. "I'm so sorry. I didn't see you."

"Yeah well just look where you're going next time," he replied in an annoyed manner. The guy quickly grabbed his bag and walked down the hall.

Anna heard the warning bell ring. She had just over a minute to get to class on time. Ms. Swan-Mills hated tardiness more than anything.

The whistle blew which signaled the end of suicide drills. Merida MacDougall was ready to pass out. It was only the second week of practice but Coach Emma Swan-Mills was really pushing them. The team had a lot on the line. They were the defending high school state champions for women's basketball. The seniors were looking to win a fourth straight title. If they could accomplish this, she and her senior teammates would have the most wins AND championships of any class in any sport in the school's history. They had gone undefeated the last two years and had a perfect 44-0 record. Coach Swan-Mills senior class had come close a few years back but had been eliminated in the semi-finals during the playoffs with only one undefeated season.

"Ok. Let's get those layup lines going." The whistle blew again to signal the new drill coach wanted them to go through. "Come on ladies look alive. Our first game is in one week. And a road game against Winslow is not going to be an easy win."

That was the motivation the girl's seemed to need. Walter Winslow High School was there rival from the next town over. They knew the team would be out for revenge. The Lady Knight's had kept the Lady Hornets from a playoff berth last season.

Merida was the team captain and had to set a good example for everyone else. So she put more effort into the fundamental drill. For her there was more than a state title or school history on the line. She knew that several college scouts would be coming to see her play throughout the season. Merida was a great athlete and she also played softball, volleyball, was on the swim team, and archery was her favorite hobby. But basketball was her best sport and she had dreams of playing in the Women's Pro Basketball League. She also knew that a scholarship was the best shot she had to go to college for a good education. Her family wasn't poor but things were tight. She was the oldest of seven kids. Things were carefully budgeted but it would be hard for her parents to pay room and board, tuition, and books for four years with six other kids to care for.

"You're awfully quite today." Merida looked over at her teammate Ruby. The lanky brunette was the starting center on the team. She was also on the volleyball team with Merida. They were good friends and the best players on both teams. The girls simply made other players around them better. They were hard working, competitive, and passionate about sports.

"Just have a lot on my mind," the red head responded. "I really hope to get a full scholarship."

"You'll get offers. Haven't you been getting letters in the mail since last year?"

"I have but most of them are partial scholarships or full scholarships for smaller schools. I need a breakout game this season."

"You're the best player on the team. The scouts who don't notice you are ether blind or dumb. Just play like you always do."

"Thanks Rubes."

Practice lasted another 60mins. By the end of it Merida was beat. She got a ride home from her teammate and fellow senior Mulan Fa. The Asian girl lived right down the street and usually gave Merida a ride to school in the mornings as well. She said goodbye to Mulan and made her way up to her house. When she walked through the front door, it was a madhouse. The triplets Harris, Hubert, and Hamish were 12yrs old and wasted no time in harassing her. They shoot silly string all over her clothes and hair.

"Really? I just took a shower after being at practice for two hours."

The triple trouble makers made their way upstairs in a fit of laughter. She silently cursed her three brothers. Merida hoped to God that each of them had triplets that drove them crazy. She loved them but they were always pulling some kind of prank and their parents did very little to detour the behavior. The set of twins, Fergus Jr. and Fredrick, were not as lively but they too had their special ways of torturing her. They were seven and liked to hide things from her. Usually it was nothing super important like her journal or even worse her homework. Then there was her 3 year old baby sister Enya. She was the only child her parents that looked like her mother.

"Merida if that's you I need your help in the kitchen," she heard her mother yell out.

"Ok but I need a shower first." Before her mother could protest she made her way upstairs and into her bedroom. The girl was greeted by her cat Angus. He had been a stray when he had showed up in the backyard one day. So she took him in, nursed him back to health, and kept him. He was a great addition to the family. Her brothers loved to play with him and he loved to sit and relax with her parents. But he was her cat and preferred to be in her company. She threw her bag next to her bed and grabbed her 2-in-1 shampoo, body wash, and robe then entered the bathroom down the hall. She was happy to find it empty. Looking in the mirror, Merida smiled at the reflection she saw. By no means was she an ugly girl. Her face was round with a light dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose and upper cheeks. She sported big blue eyes, thin pink lips, and curly fiery red hair like her father. She was tall like him too. Standing at 5'9" gave her more confidence about playing pro ball. Being in sports since the age of five gave her a slim athletic build. Taking a closer look a frown came upon her face. Bits of silly string was stuck in her wild curls. Great. I get to wash my hair. AGAIN! Yeah. Merida wanted her three brothers to suffer as parents.

Two blocks over Ingrid Fisher was having dinner with her small family. As usual Elsa was distant and Anna was a chatterbox. Tonight she was going on and on about the debate team. Put that with the girls strong command of the English language and Ingrid believed her younger niece would make a great lawyer or reporter one day. It was the younger blonde that she was worried about. When Anna had finished, she addressed her. "How was your day Elsa?"

"Fine." Elsa was beyond ready to graduate. This town was small and she was ready to leave. She wasn't sure where she would go but as long as it was away from Storybrooke she would be happy. And overall she had a good day. No one at school had annoyed her and her friends had not debated her on going to the nail shop after school. Only thing that had annoyed her was P.E. class. The girl hated sweating. She hated running. She hated having to be in the locker room with all those other people. At least she only had two more days this week to do get through the torture.

"How are your classes going?"

"Fine." It was true for the most part. English was a breeze, math was easy, she was the best singer in her choir class, and history was nothing but watching documentaries since Mr. Glass had no idea what he was doing as a teacher. She would flirt with her gym teacher Mr. Reiner on occasion and was passing that class with a C. Her one trouble area was science. But Elsa wasn't too worried. She still had three semesters to get a passing grade. Looking at her plate she decided she was no longer hungry. "May I be excused?"

"Sure sweetheart." She got up from the table with her plate and went into the kitchen. She cleaned the dish and placed it in the sink. As she passed by the table, her aunt spoke to her again. "Don't forget you have an appointment tomorrow after school with Dr. Hopper."

"I won't." Elsa went into her room and closed the door. Finally she was alone. She loved her family but her sister talked a lot and her aunt was overprotective at times. Elsa could never forget her appointment with Dr. Hopper. It was on the same day at the same time every week like it had been for the last seven years.

The young blonde settled at her desk and spent a few minutes on her computer checking her email. Then she logged into YouTube and posted her weekly video. It was nothing major. She just gave beauty and fashion tips. Sometimes she would also post a video reviewing t.v. shows, magazines, music, and movies. It gave her something to do when she wasn't out with her friends. Secretly she hated the two girls. They were both shallow and uber bitches. Yes she was known as the Ice Queen at school but it was all an act. She didn't want to have any close friendships because they were not going to last once everyone graduated and went their separate ways. And she defiantly didn't date any of the boys. Half of them were losers with no ambition to leave town and the other half only wanted to sleep with her. So she just made friends with two girls who were into fashion and pop culture like her. Beyond that she had nothing in common with them.

After a quick shower, she checked her phone. Cruella asked if she was going to drive to school or if she would ride with her and Monica. She replied that she would drive herself and put her phone on silent. Once she had finished her nightly routine and dressed in her pajamas, she pulled the sheets back, got into bed, and read a few articles in the newest issue of Teen Glamour magazine. She was about to turn off her bedside lamp when there was a soft knock on her door. With an annoyed huff she opened the door to find her sister standing there.

"Hey. I just wanted to see if I could get a ride to school tomorrow."

"Yeah sure." She didn't mind taking her sister to school.

"Thanks. Goodnight Elsa.

"Goodnight Anna."

Merida didn't understand why she had to take P.E. She was on four sports teams. She was a two time All-American basketball player and a one time All-American softball player. Plus she was an All-State volleyball player. She was a junior Olympian in swimming. Yet here she was running laps around the track.

"Hey Merida."

The girl turned around at the sound of her name. It was her friend Graham Humbert. Like her he was one of the top athletes at SHS. He was the star wide receiver on the football team. They both shared a love of archery and would practice with each other often. The friendship they had was a close one. "Hey Graham." When she saw the football in his hand she knew what he wanted. She picked up the pace as Graham threw the ball in her direction. As she saw where it was going Merida ran faster and made a cut to the right. The red head made a leaping catch. What she didn't see was the group of girls standing next to the bleachers.

With the football securely in her hands Merida fell on the ground with a thud. But her landing had not been as hard as she thought it would be. Someone was laying under her. In her attempt to catch the ball she had knocked someone over in the process. Looking down a pair of blue eyes meet hers. Fair skin, full pink lips, high cheek bones, an angular jaw, and strong chin soon came into view. When she saw the platinum blonde hair, a smile came to her freckled face. The Ice Queen herself was trapped between her and the ground. Merida was shocked by the jolt of electricity she felt while lying on top of the girl. But she made no move to get up. She was enjoying the girl looking up at her. All too soon the lust she saw was replaced with anger.

"Get off of me right now!"

"What?" Merida pretended not to hear her just so she could keep in contact with her for a few more seconds.

"I said get off of me! You're sweaty and you smell." Elsa couldn't believe this idiot loser had bumped into her.

"I'm sorry." Merida stood up slowly and checked herself for injuries. Once she knew she was ok, she reached out her hand to help the blonde. "Let me help you up."

The girl gave her an icy look. "Don't touch me. You just knocked me over."

"I said I was sorry."

Elsa was back on her feet and did a quick self exam. Then she saw it. "Look at this," she said holding up her hand. "You broke one of my nails."

"It'll grow back."

By the time Graham had made it over, everyone including Elsa's cronies was looking at the two girls. No one said or did anything over the next several seconds. Everyone was anticipating a verbal beat down from the schools most popular student.

"Whatever. Just stay out of my way. It's bad enough you sweated all over me." Without anything else to say the Ice Queen turned on her heels and made a beeline for the girl's locker room with her friends closely following behind her.

When it was all over with, Graham looked at his friend. "You alright Merida?"

"Yeah Graham I'm fine."

"Sorry about that. Guess I put a little too much on that throw."

"That's probably why you're not the quarterback," she teased. "But it's ok. Really. She doesn't bother me."

"I still feel bad."

"Nothing to apologize for buddy."

They too made their way back to the gym. The two chatted as they walked. Graham was telling Merida about how she had finally narrowed down his college choices to five. Over the winter break he would be starting his campus visits with his dad.

"Well I have had a few offers come but not from any of the big schools yet."

"Don't worry. Just be ready to play your best when the scouts come."

"That's what Ruby said too."

"Listen to her because she's right. Besides if you don't get a basketball scholarship there's always the other sports."

"True. But basketball is my passion and it's my best sport other than archery." They said their goodbyes when the passed the boy's locker room. When she walked into the girl's locker room, she was greeted by her coach.

"Merida, I want to speak with you in my office when you're done."

"Sure coach." She opened her locker, undressed, donned her robe, grabbed her hygiene items and closed the door to her locker. For the first time Merida realized that Elsa had the locker directly across from hers when she saw the girl standing there getting dressed. Merida tried not to look but she couldn't help it. The girl had a body that was just as beautiful as her face. Merida caught a side glimpse of a taunt stomach, slender waist, and smooth skin. But she remembered where she was before lust took over and continued to the shower stalls.

The bell that ended the second period classes had rung when she stepped into Coach Swan-Mills office. She hoped this would not take long. Merida had English class next and the coach's brunette wife was her teacher. Everyone knew the woman hated tardy students. She had earned the nickname the Evil Queen.

"Don't look so stressed. I'll write you a pass for your next class."

"Good because I have the other Swan-Mills for English. And she hates tardy students."

"I know. Trying being late to dinner when you're married to her," the blonde deadpanned. Emma loved her wife but she knew the woman was a stickler for being on time when it came to everything. "First I want to ask if you're ok. I heard you had a run in during class."

"I'm fine coach. Just a small bruise to my ego."

"Right. Well what I want to talk about is the first game of the season. I got some calls today and half a dozen scouts will be there."

Merida was all ears as she listened to her coach explain further why she wanted to meet with her star player. The two had come up with a plan on how to showcase the girls' skills and natural athleticism. They talked about her conditioning and diet to decrease the likely hood of injury. Her coach also wanted to make sure her grades were up to par. So she gave her paperwork for each teacher to fill out. By the end of the talk, the duo had a solid plan in place to make sure Merida had the best chance possible to get numerous offers including the two schools at the top of her list.

"It's good to see you Elsa. How are you today?" Dr. Archie Hopper was the town's therapist. The man had a calming voice and easy going demeanor. He had successfully treated many of the town's residents for everything from depression to anxiety to couples counseling.

"I'm fine doctor."

Even after seven years of grief counseling the young woman still wouldn't fully open up to him. But Archie would never give up on a patient. "How are things at home?"

"Good. My aunt and sister are fine."

"And how are you at home?"

Elsa was not very happy at home. It had nothing to do with her family. She just didn't like the surroundings she was in. The place was not as big as the house she lived in as a little girl. But she was making the best of it until she graduated in June.

"What about school? How are your grades?"

"School is fine. I'm passing my classes."

"Anything you want to talk about today?"

Elsa knew it was code for trying to get her to open up about her parents. But she just didn't see what business it was of his. She had been sad and missed them. However, her aunt had insisted that her and Anna to go to therapy. It had helped but for some reason she was the one still coming to see the shrink on a weekly basis. Why did her aunt have to torture her like this? Once she graduated this would be another meaningless thing she no longer had to deal with. "No not really."

"Elsa I want to help you. There has to be something going on. You must have something or someone you want to talk about."

The blonde was becoming annoyed. Looking at the clock behind the man's head she saw that only 7mins had passed since their session started. Might as well tell him about my day. So for the next 40mins she talked with the man about her day at school. When she was telling him about the incident she had during PE she made sure to leave out an important detail. He didn't need to know that she felt aroused when she looked up into the blue eyes of the captain of the girls' basketball team.