It had been 6 months since Amy had last seen Elise. 6 months since she had to tell the superintendent she's tripped up the stairs and dropped herhot chocolate. 6 months since she realized number 21 had been occupied all this time. 6 months when she realized she wasn't the only occupant on the 3rd floor.

And it was 6 months since she'd found a friend.

And now she was going to get her back.

"Come on, Ruby. I need you help, have you ever seen her come in here?" Amy sipped her hot chocolate through a straw, swirling it around in the cream as she rested her elbows on the counter, pleading with her eyes at the young waitress.

"Amy, all you've told me is 'a blonde, flighty artist'. I'm not a tracker dog, I can't find someone based on that description. That could be half the town." Ruby sighed, talking over her shoulder and she poured a coffee for someone else.

"Well that's all I know. I only met her once, and that was 6 months ago." Amy let go of the straw, resting her head in her hands.

"Whoa wait, 6 months?! And you haven't tried just knocking? Do you know how to knock?" Ruby asked, turning around, passing the coffee to the man next to Amy. "You know, raising your fist and tapping on her door."

"I know how to knock, Ruby. I just haven't. What if she doesn't answer? It's not like she gets any visitors anyway."

"You need to go up to her apartment, and knock. If you don't, I'll break down that door for you." Ruby shook her head, picking up Amy's finished drink. "Now get out of here."

Amy pushed herself off of the stool, shaking her head and smirking and Ruby, laughing as she headed towards the door, pushing it open and stepping outside into the cold winter air, pulling her coat around her shoulders, thrusting her hands into her pockets. Shivering, Amy pressed forwards, the few few flakes of snow falling as winter fell around her. Winter wasn't exactly Amy's favourite season, she was more a spring girl herself, enjoying the growing of flowers and the sounds of the baby animals chasing after their mothers.

Winter was when everything died. Old flower beds were covered in snow and the lakes that ducks would swim in were covered by thick ice. Nothing grew, nothing was born, everything died. And no-one loved winter.

Except maybe that one girl sitting by the docks in a thin jumper and jeans, with a hat covering her head.

Amy looked away from the girl to her apartment block, before sighing and shaking her head. She could be cold, you need to help her. You can't leave her out in the snow alone. So she turned, heading towards the docks, hugging her body as the cold air from the sea blew at her, freezing her bones.

"Hello?! Excuse me!" Amy shouted, removing one hand from her coat and gently raising it to get the girls attention. The last person she expected to see sitting outside was who she saw.

"Amy?!" Elise turned suddenly and stood up, almost dropping her sketch pad into the freezing waters of the dock. Now Amy could see her from the front, she could confirm that the woman in front of her was Elise, and she was in fact wearing an outfit more designed for early autumn/end of summer.

"Elise, aren't you cold?" Amy asked, stepping towards her neighbour, with the same caution you have stepping towards a trapped wild animal. She's not going to hurt you.

"No... No, I- I'm not. The cold doesn't bother me..." Elise took a step back from Amy, her foot finding the edge of the docks.

"Elise. Please, I'm not going to hurt you. You don't have to be afraid. Come on, take my hand, I'll take you home." She held out a hand to her, the other hand up in surrender, to prove she meant no harm.

After seemed like eternity, Amy felt a cold hand press into hers, and she pulled Elise towards her.

"You said you weren't cold. You're freezing!" Amy clasped her other hand around Elise's hand, in attempt to warm her up.

"Stop." Elise yanked her hand out of Amy's hands, wrapping both arms around her middle, sketchbook pressed up against her abdomen.

"Sorry." Amy frowned, mentally slapping herself. This woman has isolated herself from everything, what makes you think she wants you to touch her? What gives you the right?

"So, will you walk home with me?" Amy asked, pulling her frown into a smile, looking the other woman in her eyes. Ice blue eyes met teal eyes and Elise nodded, immediately looking away again, clutching her book closer to herself.

The walk back to the apartment block wound on as the clock didn't tick, until Amy broke the ice once again. "Can I see it?" She asked, motioning towards the sketchbook held so close to the other woman it might phase through her if she wasn't careful. Slowly, Elise unwrapped her hands, passing the sketchbook over to Amy, gripping her own hands as soon as the sketchbook was passed over, a wave of anxiety smashing into her like a wave onto the shore.

Amy's eyes widened as she looked at the sketch. It was a port town, that was clear, surrounded by tall mountains all the way around it, the land almost encircling the town, leaving one side open for ships to dock in the land, and in the middle of it all, a large castle surrounded by houses and buildings and farms, intricate detail woven into every house.

"Oh, my, god, this is amazing!" Amy squealed, jumping a little on her feet, scaring the blonde by her side, who's grip on her hands lessened a bit.

"I- I read a book about, uh, Norway and this kingdom, Arendelle, really stood out to me." Elise mumbled, enough for Amy to hear.

"I'm glad it did, because this is fantastic Elise! It's beautiful. Like you... Wait, what?" Oh my god, did you just say that? You might as well have thrown yourself into the docks. Now she's going to think you're creepy. She's never going to want to talk to you again. See, she's laughing at you. Wait no, she's giggling. That is the cutest thing ever.

"Elise?"

"You need to work on your, rambling..." Elise giggled, taking the sketchbook back off Amy, still smiling. Hey, you got her out of her icy shell. Good job.

"Will do!" Amy nodded, only now noticing they were already on their floor, without her ever realizing they had even gone into the building in the first place. "Oh."

"Thanks for, walking me home Amy." Elise turned to leave again, and Amy took her chance, jumping forward to block the blonde. "Amy?"

"Please, just promise me one thing? Just one? You'll come out for a coffee at Granny's tomorrow because god knows you need to get out more and I'm going to be the one to help you."

"...Amy..."

"Don't 'Amy' me. It's been 6 months and I hadn't seen you at all. I know you don't get out, and you need to. There's nothing to be afraid of out there. You can do this together. I just want to help."

Surely she can't say no to that, right. Right?

This is progressing a lot quicker than the others but the others are coming, promise.