Wow you guys really don't like Hans.


"I'm Hans, Hans Prince."

I stared at him before it occurred to me the polite thing to do would be to introduce myself.

"Oh right" I said grasping the hand he had once again stretched out in offer of a handshake, "I'm Elsa, Elsa Arendelle."

"Arendelle? Sounds familiar..." he mused.

"So I've heard," I played it off. I didn't need another skater asking to trash the hotel garden. Anna had been bad enough.

"Are you new to L.A? I haven't seen you around here before, and I know most of the people that well, associate with Oaken's." Oh God he was trying to make conversation. Play nice Els.

"Um, no actually, I've lived here my whole life. I'm just here with my friend," I looked over my shoulder to Anna, who I found to have abandoned the board building in favour sending Hans a steady pointed glare, "do you two know each other?"

Hans' previously soft gaze suddenly turned harsh when he saw I was here with Anna.

"I didn't realise the company you keep, Miss Arendelle. If you'll excuse me, I have some things to discuss with Oaken," he brushed past me and headed to the door of the shop labelled "Staff Only", threw it open and slammed it shut, causing the decks on the wall to rattle slightly with the force. I looked to Anna, hoping for an explanation and she gestured for me to come over.

Oaken had vanished into the back of the shop after Hans, apologising to Anna and leaving her to her own devices. When I reached her at the workbench, it appeared she had already almost completed building her new board.

"Care to tell me about your friend?"

She scoffed when I used the term "friend".

"Friend is the last thing I'd call that two-faced dickwad," she spat with malice I hadn't heard her use since that first day we'd met, when she accused her previous cameraman of being a pervert. "He's such a self-absorbed ass I can't believe we..." she trailed off.

"You..?" I prompted.

"Never mind, it's not important," she brushed me off, "all you need to know is, if he was acting nice to you, it just means he wants something from you. Judging from that look he gave you, it's probably that," she pointed to my breasts. I flushed and went to cross my arms over them before remembering the only one here was Anna, and I didn't have to feel uneasy around her.

"Oh well, then I'm glad you're around to protect me my dear knight in tatty jeans and snapbacks," I quipped. She gave a half-hearted smile and returned to her board, working quickly. Whoever this Hans guy was to Anna, he must have really upset her. I decided then that Hans Prince, for all his apparently charming personality, was not a person I would like to associate with. I wondered if Hans and Anna's sour relationship was anything to do with how cold she acted back when I first met her in the skatepark. It still astounded me how she and I had gotten so close in just over two short months.

Anna snapped me out of my thoughts by almost hitting me in the face with her now-completed board.

"Let's go bring this baby for a test-run!" she exclaimed as she grabbed my wrist and pulled me out the door. It was a glorious day in downtown L.A., evidenced by the tourists that flocked the pavements with their cameras and their backpacks that looked more appropriate for a hiker scaling a mountain. Anna pushed through the crowds, earning a few words of warning from the tourists, and warranting a few apologies from me. When we reached a slightly less crowded area, just a few people mulling about, Anna stopped, a little out of breath. I chuckled at her predicament, and she just grinned manically at me. She grabbed the front of my checked shirt (one I had robbed from her, I just realised) and pulled me close to her so she wouldn't have too speak up, and whispered in my ear.

"You see how all those guys are just so absorbed in their own little bubble? How that statue me and you pass by almost every day is the most interesting thing in the world? That's what people want. Something new, something exciting. They've probably seen that stature before, in other pictures, you know?" She paused for a second and dropped her board to the ground. I wondered where she was going with this. "But not me. So, what's a good way for a newly-sponsored amateur skater to gain some buzz for herself? Give the people exactly what they want. Something new." She finished her little speech to me before kicking off on her board in the direction of one of the crowds gathered around the statue she had mentioned.

It wasn't really a statue, per say, more of some kind of monument of modern art. I hadn't ever really taken the time to notice it before, as Anna had said. I thought it was nothing spectacular. But looking at it now, I could see why she was so interested. Beside it was a little flower box with sloped sides. The piece of art itself was fairly ordinary-looking. It was some kind of fountain with and oddly shaped top. The important thing about this top though, is the the space the water was coming through was just a narrow strip. Perfect for grinding.

When people noticed Anna, they parted slightly, curious to she what she was about to do. Lined herself up with the flower box and the fountain and pushed off the ground several times to build up speed. When she was going fast enough, the stopped kicking and let herself go up one side of the flower box, using it as a kicker to get in the air. Now in the air, she landed on the top of the fountain where she did a...she showed it to me before...Darkslide, I think. She flipped the board upside-down so she was sliding on the grip tape. The force of the grind caused water to splash from the fountain and onto some awestruck, and probably now disgruntled, tourists. I saw a few of them with their cameras trained on her, as I had done the moment I figured out what it was she was planning to do.

She finished the trick by jumping off at the end of the fountain and managing not to land on any observers. I ran over to her and excitedly congratulated her. She smiled at me, ignoring the witnesses who wanted to know more about her. I knew the only way anyone was going to hear about her was to get her name, so I yelled over them.

"Her name's Anna Summers and she's going to be appearing at this year's Tampa AM skating contest!"

My yelling seemed to knock Anna out of her reprieve and she turned to wave at the crowd before bolting in the opposite direction. I knew the drill by now, and I followed after her. Most objects outside of a skate park weren't even allowed to be skated on, let alone something like that fountain. So any time we'd successfully nailed a trick, we'd immediately run from the scene of the probable crime.

After a few minutes of running, Anna seemed satisfied we were far away enough and stopped just outside a café.

"I know it's pretty hot out but..." she trailed of and jabbed in the direction of the shop with her thumb.

"It's never too hot for coffee," I told her. This time I was the one to grab her wrist and drag her inside, albeit with a lot less fervour than she usually did. As she took a seat and hid her board under the table, I went to order coffee. Pausing for a moment, a scolded myself in neglecting to ask what Anna's coffee order was. Hoping that her love of chocolate extended to coffee, I ordered two mochas and took them back to the table. She took a large gulp of her coffee and gagged. I was worried I'd gotten her something she'd despised when the actual problem was...

"Hot, hot, hot!" she gasped, and started fanning her tongue. The sheer ridiculousness of the situation made me laugh.

"Well of course it's hot you buffoon, it's coffee."

"Yeah, but it's far too hot...kind of like you," she regained her composure as she said that last part and wiggled her eyebrows at me.

"Really, you're hitting on me now?"

"I like to live dangerously," she took another, more cautious sip of her coffee, "but really, you're hot, I'm hella rad. We should have hella hot love children," she remarked casually. I almost choked on my drink at that.

"What?" I yelled. I attempted to speak beyond that but probably just gave a very good impression of a fish, at which she laughed.

"I'm kidding, jeez, don't have a...an anerism?"

"Aneurysm."

"Yeah, that thing," she mumbled, "you're way better than me at the whole words thing. I guess you should be, college student and everything," she chuckled and scratched the back of her head, "kinda makes me wonder why you're still hanging out with somebody like me. I'm probably a really bad influence or something, right?"

"Probably, yes. But you know something? I like to live dangerously," her smile returned with that and we finished our drinks. When we did, we had an unspoken agreement not to leave, mostly because it was quite hot outside, and the café had air conditioning.

"I have an idea," Anna started, "we know a lot about eachother, but there's a few things. Little things. Say, I don't know your favourite colour. We should play twenty questions," I nodded in agreement, "okay, I'll go first. What is your favourite colour?"

"White."

"White? That's not even a colour Elsa, it's white."

"It is too a colour, in fact, it's every colour. What's yours?"

"Fine, whatever. Mine's green."

"How come."

"It kind of reminds me of home, I guess. That totally counted as your question by the way, so it's my turn again. Is that your natural hair colour?"

"Ah...yes. I'm suprised you haven't asked before, lots of others have. It's actually not my natural colour. I'm brunette, really, same as my mom. When I was in highschool though, my friend Ariel wanted to dye her hair bright red, so we had to bleach it first. Except her dad didn't know we were doing it, so I helped her do it at my house and while I was getting the stuff ready, Ariel knocked over the dish with the bleach on it and loads of it got in my hair. So it was all patchy and everything, and we just decided to bleach the whole lot, and it looked nice, so I kept it," I recalled the story. Usually, when somebody asked that question, I'd just reply with something non-commitial, like I just got bored one day and decided to do it. "So what about you?" I reached over to her hair and tugged lightly on a blonde streak I hadn't noticed until abot a week ago under her various hats, "what's this all about?"

"Oh," she brushed my hand off and flattened the now out-of place streak, "I was born with it. But I dreamt I was kissed by a troll," she added as an afterthought.

"Fascinating," I mumbled.

"Hey, you were the one that asked!" she said, smacking my arm lightly when I laughed.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Let's continue this conversation somewhere else, the barista is glaring at us." Anna nodded and retrieved her board from beneath the table. She offered an arm to me and we linked elbows. We walked around for a bit, proceeding with our game of twenty questions. I learned a few things about her I didn't know I wanted to know, but I was glad she told me anyway. Eventually, the heat become too much and we need to escape indoors somewhere.

"We can go to my place. It's closer and it can be pretty cold anyway." Without giving me a chance to answer, Anna pulled me in the direction of what I assumed was her apartment. I'd never actually been, but she said it was quite close to the centre of the town, and a badly converted loft. After about fifteen minutes of half-running, Anna dragged me inside a building that looked less like a bunch of apartments and more like a warehouse. We stepped into a rickety looking elevator that I wouldn't trust as far as I could throw it, and got out on the top floor. Anna pulled out a key and twisted it in the door until it clicked. She turned with a warning look on her face.

"Okay, so it's a mess, but it's not my mess, it's Kristoff's. And it smells, also Kristoff's. And-"

"Anna, I'm sure it's fine," I said, nudging the door open.

"No I-"

"Anna, it's okay," I went inside, and was immediately ambushed by a pile of wriggling, writhing fur.

"I was going to warn you about the dog..."


It's short, late and pointless. Sorry about that. I'm going to address a few reviews now. I wanted to do it sooner, but never got around to it.

Dakadakara: Yes as a matter of fact I have been edged by one of those hunks of wood and it hurt like a motherfucker.Y

FlushedFox: We'll see what happens to Elsa eventually. It's all going to be very angsty, which I'm currently trying to keep on the down-low.

Celery Sticks: I replied to your review before, but I don't know if you got it. Anyway, we'll definitely be seeing more about Anna, but it'll all be gradual.

EvilMyAss: I was very tempted to get Elsa drunk, but I knew that from the beginning, I didn't just want the two girls macking from the start. I want some build up.

Reflectedd and blues: I'm very aware of the parallels between this story and the Tony Hawks games. It's not surprising, really, seeing as I was more-or-less inspired to write this while playing THAW. I'm trying to keep the plot away from it, but I can't help some similarities.

bawesome: The characterizations are quite different from canon, but I'm writing this with both of their AU backstories in mind. They've been affected by different events in their lives than canon Anna and Elsa, so it makes sense that they'd be a little different, but I'm still trying to retain their main essences.

lesbinope: I think so. Both of them definitely have either or both tattoos and piercings, though I haven't quite decided where yet. It'll be revealed during later...ahem...events...

ArtemisXD: I've addressed this both in PM and on my tumblr, but if anyone else as the same aversion, just contact me and I'll explain.

lauraknatt: Again, as above.

Several Reviewers: I'm not going to give too much away, but there will NOT be a love triangle with Hans calm your pits.

And thank you everyone else for you kind words of support. Each an every review makes my day a little better, and encourages me to keep writing.

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