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(A/N: Howdy y'all. I finished my finals so you guys can finally have this lovely treat that I have in store. *holds chapter up* I'm not sick anymore either! Also, I had went back and did a few tweaks to the last chapter — mainly for grammar and spelling. Hell, I left out a sentence or two. See… this is why Roo shouldn't ever write while she's sick. -_- It's nothing major, just me being a bit of a stickler. I have answered the questions on the Frostbitten Tumblr! Just drew the "Your Song" scene from their Moulin Rouge play for the Tumblr. Hope you guys like it. :3 Quite a few questions get answered, and you can find out the extent of Elsa and Hans's relationship. Random reader: "We love you Roo! :D" Uh-huh. Bullshit. Some of you are still giving me the evil eye; but I love you guys so I'll forgive you. :3 Okay, I'm going to stop being a complete goober and let you guys read. Thanks to the reader who suggested the song. I'm an Arctic Monkeys fan, so this one's for you buddy. ;D Snap Out of It is by Arctic Monkeys. I know you guys will enjoy this chapter. As always, thanks for reading Once Frostbitten, Twice As Shy. Enjoy.)

Four months prior to the death of Marvin Acme business was booming for Mouse Co. Stock was on the incline as the anthro corporate invested in yet another human entertainer. The mouse sighed as he looked at his company's monetary gain. How he wished there was representation for his kind. Maybe he could convince his ally into signing with him on an anthro entertainer; but first, he needed to find one.

Mickey paced in his office, his true form bear to the world, and looked at Larcbost. "Oh Marvin, what am I gonna do?" he asked the air. He would call the Hollywood producer later. Together they could come up with a solution.

Thrice someone knocked on the opposite side of the door; and thrice did it go unanswered. It was upon the fourth did the mouse notice the noise. His large, round ears perked. The business tycoon rummaged hurriedly through his belongings. Where? Where was it?! "One moment please," he said as his eyes darted around the room. He face-palmed once he looked on his desk.

Of course it was there.

Mickey slipped on his trademark gloves, and adjusted their cuffs. He twisted on of the cuff links: gradually his appearance contorted until he sported his human disguise. He shuddered. "Never gonna get used to that," he said as his tail faded away.

The anthro-turned-human opened the door and greeted one of his employees. The woman handed the mouse a package and went on her way. He sighed in relief once he closed the door. That was too close — especially for someone in his position. Recklessness like that couldn't happen again. "I should order another Cloaking Device," he mentally noted.

Mickey logged into his computer and checked on his company's supply of Cloaking Devices. They were a bit low. "Better order some more before we get in a pickle," he thought.

With the thought fresh on his mind he dialed his business partner: Two Pines Inc.

On the other end of the line, Hans laid in his bed — alone. It irritated him. It's been about five months and his relationship with Elsa hadn't gone anywhere… not yet anyways. He growled. She was wary of him and resolute on not falling victim to her heart! "Damn it!" he cursed. "If I knew she was that hung up on Anna I would have went with a different plan. Fuck!" he shouted.

"Are you all right sir?" one of the Westerguard servants asked.

Hans scoffed. "Get out of here! Can't you see I'm trying to think?!" he sneered.

The man — as stoic as ever — left his master to his devices.

Now that the "distraction" left he was free to think. How could he woo the Arendelle heiress? Their outings never went beyond friendly so a date was out of the question. But what else was there?

His business phone rang and snapped him out of his thoughts. In a way he hoped it would be Elsa, but of course luck never favored him: thirteenth born; least loved; his favorite brother — a man who was more of a father than his own sire — dead; and the woman he loved didn't return the sentiment. What else could life throw at him? Was he doomed by some cruel creator to be forever unloved?

Envy, as green as his very own eyes, boiled in a state of perdition towards the one that hindered his relationship with Elsa. "Ah Anna. Even when you aren't physically here, you still get in the way!" he hissed.

The ringtone was on its final ring before he answered: in a professionally cheerful voice he said; "Hans Westerguard, CEO of Two Pines Incorporated speaking."

The redhead nodded his head as he listened to his business partner. It was miraculous to him that he had such a partnership with such a famed corporate.

"… well good. I could need a shipment of 439,000 Cloaking Devices shipped over to Mouse Co.'s cargo hold by this Thursday."

Hans had no earthly idea what Mouse Co. used his brother's invention for, or why they needed such technology in the first place; but whatever they were used for must have paid a hefty sum. As he filled out the order, the thought pestered him more:

The Cloaking Device was his brother's invention — and his brother left Two Pines Inc. to him — so by extension it belonged to him. Why did he need a middleman to distribute such advanced technology? "Maybe if I start distributing them for myself then Two Pines Inc. can get off the ground and take back its former glory," he pondered.

It could work; and maybe… well, maybe if his company regained its reputation then Elsa would take him more seriously. The plan was foolproof! Nothing could stop him… but wait… fuck. Damn! Aside from Arendelle Corp., Mouse Co. was one of his most dependable of allies. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

"I could sell my merchandise and have Mouse Co. be my distributor," he thought. The idea went against their established contract, but what else could he do? Maybe if he did it on a smaller scale then it would go unnoticed; and the new reputation would help Elsa take him more seriously.

Hans smiled to himself in the mirror. "Hans you simply are a genius. How could a few small time distributions harm anyone?" he said to his reflection. The redhead typed a separate shipment to be made to his company's warehouse in Rochester.

Oddly enough the Arendelle heiress favored her father's study instead of her suite for the next few days. She had many things on her mind and they all revolved around her on-again boyfriend. She couldn't stay in her suit at the Overland; he's been there too many times and she didn't want any reminders or sentiment to cloud her judgment. "We had a rough start, but he wouldn't lie to me… would he?" she thought.

It wasn't like it would be out of his character to lie. They were both CEO's of their own respective companies; it was their job to do what was necessary for their businesses to thrive in the corporate world. "But he wouldn't lie to me." Even though she couldn't return his sentiment, she knew that he loved her. "You don't lie to people that you love, right?"

Elsa never lied to Anna — not in a way that harmed their relationship, that is. And Anna… The winter-blonde sighed. Her mind was in a fog. For all she knew Anna never lied to her.

Anna…

Heat rushed from the nape of her neck to her speckled cheeks. Their eyes locked as the passion in their blood arose. It was too quick: her hands cupped her ex's cheeks and for the first time in forever, their lips became one. Her former-lover clutched onto her blazer, but it didn't matter. What mattered was the sweet oxygen that came from the intimacy.

Her hands shook as she lowered them from her thundering chest. "This has to stop," she whispered. Her eyes went to the list of contacts that Mickey had left her before he departed the manor.

Earlier that day she contacted a few of the numbers that he had left. She had to know otherwise her heart wouldn't rest. Love drove everyone to some extent of madness. Imagine the tabloids: Arendelle Heiress Rips Heart Out of Chest. No one would know why: just another eccentric billionaire dead to the world.

Her phone rang.

"Elsa Arendelle, CEO of Arendelle Corporation," she answered professionally.

Kai answered in a cheerful manner. "I hope you're having a wonderful morning. We have a few guests at the gates that request your presence," he informed.

"Thank you Kai. I'll have quite a few guests coming in this morning. Tell the guards to notify me whenever one arrives at the gates."

"Right away mistress."

Elsa smoothed a few stray hairs back into place and held up her posture. Before long a group of four entered the room. "Please take a seat. Oh, and feel free to get comfortable," she gestured towards the readily available chairs.

One by one the humans shed their outer shells in favor for their true forms. They were all rodents: more specifically, two chipmunks and two mice. The co-founder of the group extended his paw. "Hello ma'am. My name's Chip, and that's Dale," he pointed to the other leader. "We're the Chip and Dale Rescue Rangers."

Elsa shook the offered paw. "The pleasure is all mine." She examined the file, courtesy of the female mouse — Gadget. "So I see you aren't new to this line of work."

Dale smirked. "Absolutely. The Rescue Rangers have been up and running since 1989 ma'am. We tackle any mission that's too small for other agencies," he said with pride.

The Rescue Rangers and Elsa conversed about what the mission would entail. For a moment she presumed that all was in order — until Chip and Dale got into an argument about the way that their group would execute the plan. After the display of disharmony she declined their services and bade the troop goodbye.

"Are all chipmunks so rowdy? Good grief!" she huffed.

Not much success followed the anthros that came after the Rescue Rangers. Either they weren't up to par for the task at hand, or they failed to leave a worthwhile impression.

Elsa turned to her computer and browsed through some of her own findings. About half of the entries bored her or failed to impress. "Good help is so hard to find these days," she mumbled. Her eyes brightened once she haphazardly clicked on a spam article.

Unstoppable: Mystery Inc. Unmasks 10,000 Volt Ghost and Spooky Space Kook in One Week.

None of the previous contacts had as much of an impressive record, but Mystery Inc. had their faces were plastered for the world to see; though that never stopped them before…

Elsa picked up her phone and dialed the number.

"Mystery Incorporated. Fred Jones speaking," the leader of the group said.

Well that was quick. "Yes. This is Elsa Arendelle. I would require your services, and I'm willing to pay handsomely if you choose to accept," she offered.

Fred mumbled something on the other end — supposedly to his team. "Does this involve phantom viruses, zombies, or a witch's ghost?" he asked. Faintly she heard Shaggy shout something about the inclusion of voodoo men.

"Absolutely not. It should be something fairly normal for your group. I need an expert's eye to look into something for me."

The Mystery Inc. team looked among themselves before Velma took the phone. "Okay, you have our attention. Please give us as much information as you can Ms. Arendelle," she inquired.

Elsa explained the ins and outs of the task at hand. Velma jotted down notes on what the heiress theorized, and how they could execute the plan. "We could infiltrate his home — but it would be much easier if he wasn't there. We wouldn't want him to get rid of any valuable information if he knew that his home was being searched," the investigator said.

"It won't be that difficult for me to get him out of his mansion. How long will he need to be gone?"

The brunette calculated; "No more than two weeks. No less than three days."

Elsa pursed her lips before the solution hit her. "I can manage that."

"All right, but now you'll need to hire someone to tail him. We can cover his home, but there's a possibility that he might take the gadget with him. If this secret is that important for him to keep then there's no guarantee that he'll leave it at home," she deduced.

The corporate sighed. It was practically a miracle that she clicked on the Mystery Inc. article. Where was she going to find another competent-minded investigator? "That's going to be tricky. Keep in touch until I find someone," she informed.

"Good luck Ms. Arendelle. We'll do whatever we can to prep for the case," Velma said before she hung up.

Elsa placed her phone on her father's desk and groaned. She looked through all the crossed out names on Mickey's list and realized that she missed one. The winter-blonde pulled out a pen to cross it out until she realized that she hadn't contacted that anthro just yet.

"Hm… Puss in Boots?"

Billows of thick mist huffed out of Gaston's mouth as he ran after his prize. He was getting pissed off! Nothing ever took this long for him to capture. His eyes were on the flank of the white creature as it galloped at such speeds. His lungs burned from the exertion, but never before had he been so determined to hunt one creature. Elusive was a new breed of creature; not of this world. It had to be! How else would it elude him? He was Gaston!

The hunter pulled out his rifle. Nearby fowl scattered from the uproarious battle cry of the gun.

Once the gun's sights rested upon Elusive's neck, he pulled the trigger. A tree blocked the oncoming bullet. It ricocheted off the trunk and left a gnarled mark. "Damn it! God damn it! God fucking damn it!" he snarled. His crazed blue eyes witnessed Elusive's departure as it blended into the white-mountain mist.

The man banged his fists against the battered tree until his knuckles became bruised.

Downtown Larcbost hustled in the throes of productivity, more specifically Arendelle Corp. With the president was away for such an extended period of time the amount of stress decreased. All the while the relationship that the new PA had with her co-workers grew with each passing day. Even the board of directors enjoyed her sprightliness.

At that time Anna talked to the secretary — whom she found out was named Pam — about nothing in particular. The day was a relatively relaxed one. "I don't know how you do it. Honestly I can't believe Ms. Arendelle didn't fire you," she teased.

Anna filed her nails and blew away the gritty remnant. "Elsa and I used to be really close in high school. I'm not claiming to be an office favorite, but I highly doubt that I'll be on her list of people that will be fired anytime soon," she stated matter-of-factly.

A man walked to the elevator with a chipper smile. He could just taste his lunch that he ordered at the Italian restaurant. His eyes widened when he came face to face with a pair of icy blue eyes. The sight of his employer evoked a scream from him.

Elsa covered her ears at the shrill noise.

Pam looked at Anna. "The hell happened to Patrick?" she asked.

Anna shrugged and walked towards the elevator. She witnessed Patrick beg for forgiveness for screaming. "That's just sad," she mentally commented. Elsa saw her ex a few feet away and dismissed the groveling man. "You sure know how to leave an impression."

Elsa rolled her eyes with a smirk. "Quite. I think I helped his testicles drop," she snorted. Her eyes wandered the top floor. Cheerful faces abundantly littered the workplace as they buzzed from one end of the floor to the other. "I've never seen them so productive before."

"You don't need to breath down their necks to get them to be productive. A little compassion, fun, and teamwork goes a long way," Anna stated on the way towards Elsa's office.

The CEO closed the door once they entered the room. "Sounds like something you'd hear from a cheer camp," she replied.

Anna shrugged. "One life experience could help with another. You don't get anyone's respect by bullying them."

High school taught her that lesson well. She hated bullies. She was bullied: so why should she torment her employees? There were other means to gain their respect. Her father was a kind man and rarely resorted to such tactics. She wanted him to be proud of her. Maybe Anna was right with her philosophy.

The winter-blonde hummed as she rummaged through her suitcase. "Send Weselton an email to come to my office. I have a few choice words for him," she stated.

Anna sifted through her tablet and sent the email to Weselton's contact. Within minutes the man responded. "He says that he's on way," the PA informed.

Roughly fifteen minutes later Mr. Weselton entered the office with a curt smile. "Good afternoon Ms. Arendelle. I hope you had an excellent business trip," he said.

Elsa nodded. "Sit down Mr. Weselton," she retorted abruptly.

The head accountant sat in the chair in front of his employer's desk. The CEO spread out the paperwork of the Rimes sub-group's accounts. "Why wasn't I informed about this false account?" she demanded.

The elder was baffled at the statement, but remained composed. "I have no recollection or incident report from my department about such a thing," he said.

Elsa lifted a wintery brow. "Is that so? I think you do. Matter of fact, I know you do — otherwise what do I pay you for?!" she scowled.

Saliva slithered down his throat as sweat permeated his pores. His knees quaked the harsher the glare became. "I-I'm…" he stuttered.

"You're what? Your incompetence has cost me a hefty sum of money. I wonder how such a thing could get passed one of my mother's most knowledgeable of accountants?" she goaded. "I don't know which hurts more, that such a long time employee has proven his ineptitude under my employment or that someone has insulted my late-mother by stealing from her company the day after her death was announced," she added with venom.

Weselton buckled. "Please forgive me Ms. Arendelle," he pleaded.

Crimson stained lips pulled into a twisted line of satisfaction. "So it was you?" she questioned — even though she didn't need his confession.

"Lady Arendelle, may she rest in peace, was a good woman. I just… I needed the money…" he reasoned.

"That doesn't justify your malpractice!" the CEO spat.

Weselton pleaded, "I'm sincerely sorry ma'am. I meant no disrespect towards your mother." It was the only time that the office was too busy to notice any type of monetary transactions. It was perfect for him to strike.

Elsa's hardened glare hadn't left the elder man. She felt a hand on her shoulder. Her eyes snapped over to her PA momentarily.

The teal-eyed woman offered a sympathetic gaze. She couldn't understand the heartache it caused her employer to have an employee do such a thing, but one thing never changed; she was there for Elsa.

Elsa snapped her eyes back to the groveling accountant. He was repentant, but he betrayed her; betrayed her mother's memory. She couldn't let him walk away unscathed. "I'm in a generous mood. I won't sue you if you return the money back to my accounts…"

"Thank you Ms. Aren-"

"… and you're fired." Weselton couldn't fault her for that. His shoulders slumped, but at least he wouldn't be thrown in jail. "Now get out of my sight before I change my mind."

The man gathered his bearing and strode towards the door.

Once the door closed behind the former-accountant, Elsa turned her chair to face the window. Her fingers pressed against her temples. A pair of blue eyes glanced at the strawberry-blonde. "What? No words of wisdom this time?"

Anna shook her head. "Even I can't feel sorry for him. He brought it on himself," she stated firmly.

The corporate reclined in her chair. "I have you to thank for that. I would probably be pushing my employees towards a strike if you hadn't found that account. Thank you Anna."

The strawberry-blonde flushed. She leaned against her employer's desk. "Anything for you Els," she said.

Elsa focused on the proximity of her former-lover. They were hair's length away from one another. Just the faintest touch… The CEO immediately stood from her seat and took a few steps from her desk. Her theory has yet to be proven. If she was indeed wrong, she didn't want to trap herself in her endless feelings towards her ex. "One of these days you'll be the cause of my demise," she stated in her head.

While the winter-blonde battled with her head and her heart, she failed to realize that her ex drew closer. She nearly jumped out of her skin when the woman was right in front of her. "Please don't do that," she requested.

Anna smirked. "Then can I ask you to join me for dinner later tonight?"

Elsa gaped. "I don't th-" Her former-girlfriend shushed her.

"It's just a simple dinner between two friends," the PA informed.

Elsa's heart thundered in her chest for the umpteenth time that day. Did she really have a choice when Anna looked at her so fondly? It was just one dinner… as friends. "I, uhm, s-sure."

Later that night Elsa was dressed in semi-casual attire with her hair down for a change. Her foot tapped against the floor as she waited for her da-, erm friend, to arrive. "This is so wrong. Ugh, what are you doing Elsa? You could just get up and leave. Say that a business emergency came up! It's completely believa-" Her hurried thoughts were interrupted by a freckled angel.

And that's when Elsa Arendelle knew she fucked up…

To her surprise the not-date turned out better than she could have hoped. Anna had stuck to what she had promised. Their dinner was totally platonic.

Aladdin pulled up to the two women in the CEO's casual car. Elsa opened the car and gestured towards the door. "Would you like a ride home?" she offered.

Anna smiled and entered the car. "I'd appreciate a ride home. Thank you," the woman responded.

Elsa closed the door once she entered behind her friend. She didn't know how much she missed having her old flame back in her life. Her sentiment towards the strawberry-blonde goaded her former love into another proposition: to meet once again for another not-date. She remained silent for most of the trip, but ultimately she accepted.

Upon arrival to Anna's apartment, Elsa exited her car and held the door open for freckled woman. Anna smiled and thanked her for the gesture. "Would you like to come in?" she offered.

Elsa shook her head. "Can't unfortunately. I have a few important matters to set up as soon as possible," she apologized. She noticed the downcast continence of her ex-girlfriend and placed her hand on the woman's shoulder. "I'll see you Friday night though," she promised.

The PA tucked a vibrant lock of hair behind her ear. "Right. Text me if you need me for something. Bye Elsa," she said. The strawberry-blonde hugged her friend and parted ways towards her apartment.

A bright pigment flushed against her paled skin. "She has me blushing like a school girl. I need to get to work fast!"

The off the clock corporate entered her car once again and instructed her chauffeur to take her back to the Overland. On the ride back, Elsa dialed her on-again boyfriend. After two rings the other end picked up. "Angelface! Haven't heard from you in a while. How are you?" he asked.

"I'm doing fine, but I have something important to tell you," she stated. Hans went silent. "I have an important contact that I'd like you to meet."

The mention of business intrigued the redhead. "Go on," he prompted.

"His name is Milton Manson. He's a hard person to persuade, but he's a worthwhile partner to acquire. I'm sure he'll love to do business with Two Pines; but I need a bit of a favor," she informed. "I'm busy in Larcbost so I can't afford to meet him. I was hoping that you could introduce a few proposals on my behalf."

Hans listened to the specifics that entailed the new contact. His face scrunched upon hearing one particular detail; Milton Manson lived in Europe — more specifically Germany. "Not a chance in hell. I know this is important to you but I don't feel comfortable leaving you alone with her while I'm so far away," he grumbled.

Elsa feigned hurt. "Are you saying that you don't trust me?" she questioned.

He paused. "It's not you that I don't trust. It's Anna. I don't want to leave you alone with her," he stated.

She knew her boyfriend would react that way. This… was where her plan came into play. In her most tempting voice she replied, "I can make it worth your while." The sudden change in tone intrigued him further. "If you do me this one favor, and trust me, then…" she bit her lip, "I'll let you love me completely."

It was a gamble. The two of them knew that Elsa hindered their relationship: she refused to give anyone her heart. It was always one step forward and two steps backwards. Their physical intimacy stagnated before they reached coitus. She wouldn't allow it.

Indeed, it was a gamble, but she needed to play the game. If she was proven wrong then she would relinquish her love towards Anna — to rip her heart from her chest and give it to Hans; but if she was right…

"I'll do it," Hans said.

With such importance on the line he'd be a fool to decline. He didn't know when he'd get another chance to advance his relationship with his girlfriend; and if the price was discomfort and insecurity so be it!

Elsa's breath hitched. Her eyes rested upon the phone. Fear rattled her to the bone. She didn't know if she wanted to be right, or if she wanted to be wrong.

Fuck!

(A/N: Okay, now we can finally get the ball moving on this story. What? I told you guys that this story is a lot bigger than FAL, so I can't just play with it like I've done in the past. The ball's gotta start rolling. Prepare yourselves because it's rolling fast and when it starts hitting… well, I won't say. Where's the fun in that? ;P As usual, send a PM, post a review, leave something on the Tumblr if you have questions or comments. I look forward to getting them. Also, just swing this: I'm done with college for the semester, but I have to move out so don't expect me to rapid fire my updates! Once I'm back home I can start posting more, but that will have to wait until next week. See you guys next time.)