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(A/N: I'm about to step out of my fursona and have a bit of a talk with you guys before I post the chapter. Not answering questions this time either. I feel the need to bring this up, not only because this could have happened to me, but also because it had a few readers PMing me about if I might quit writing. I might have let this slide if my readers didn't get concerned about Frostbitten and Lovestruck. If this gives me more rude remarks I don't care. It has to be said. This has happened twice — three times if I include myself. Fans are attacking authors. Is this what it's come to guys?! Note: I've seen most of my readers as the ones who have defended these other writers, so I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT YOU!

Earlier this week I came across a fanfic. It had a familiar premise to a fanfic that we all know and love, but I knew to give the writer the B.O.D. because they only had one chapter out. Apparently this didn't occur to some people because they attacked the writer. They were so malicious that they made the writer lose heart and stopped writing. I don't know… wouldn't it be a good idea not to attack the writer of a g!p ElsAnna fanfic? By doing that, and disheartening a writer, you're only hurting yourself by ending another fanfic we all could be enjoying. It saddens me to see that happen to them, because that could have been me if I didn't stand my ground from the get-go. Even now I get the occasional troll… and I'm not talking about the likable ones that reside in the Valley of the Living Rock. I've been blasted with rude PMs on my own deviantArt account just to show you how far some of these people went. I'm not going to lie to you guys. If I legitimately saw someone who plagiarized another writers story I would probably be the spearhead to the riot. I even left a comment to AWickedSnowQueen when they first wrote Falling for You — before it got taken down the first time. My intentions were pure: I wanted to warn them about how their story sounded similar to Arendelle High at first; but I have a tendency to be blunt which can come off as rude and hurtful at times. I apologized just in case I offended them.

Look, all I'm saying is that this is getting out of hand and it has to stop! What's next: are we going to jump at each other's throats when someone writes an ElsAnna fanfic and it just so happens that the characters breathe? Blasphemy! You stole my idea! See how that bad that sounds?! I'm not pointing fingers, I'm not calling out names, I'm not antagonizing anybody, I'm not doing any of that! All I'm doing is proposing a solution: can we give fanfics a freaking chance to develop before we cry out plagiarism. Hell we don't even own these characters and we're damn near going to war! *face desk* Anyways, I've said what I've had to say. As always, thanks for reading Frostbitten and Lovestuck. Enjoy your chapter.)


Monday came and brought forth the festivities of Laneway's Homecoming week. Everyone from every grade was pumped for the fêtes that were soon to unfold. A particular winter-blonde leisurely swung the chain of her ancestor's trademark pocket watch. Once she knew the theme of homecoming she managed to gain her father's approval to borrow her great-grandfather's attire — with a few alterations of course. From her feet on up she wore: a pair of black, leather, heeled shoes; a pair of freshly pressed deep-teal slacks; a black dress shirt; and a wine purple vest. Her blazer was nonchalantly casted over her shoulder as she took in the scenery.

Just as Anna said, it was a fine contrast between the swing and ragtime era. She had a hint of a smirk on her lips. Since she no longer eluded Anna, her friends could gather without worry. As a matter of fact she was on her way to meet them at that moment — until an announcement broadcasted the school's airways.

"Attention Laneway, this is your principal — Mr. Hellman — a.k.a The Lord of the Underworld…" the mention of his given nickname earned a round of giggles from the students. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yuck it up. I'll let it slide because it's Homecoming week!" The titular event ushered a wave of lupine howls from the student body around the school. "Everyone head to the gymnasium so we can get everything underway!"

One by one they filed into the gymnasium and settled on the bleachers. The senior class had their own private section in the stands. Elsa easily found her friends that way; but she did acknowledge her two underclassmen friends and little cousin as she passed by. She gave Kristoff a fist bump and sat amongst the remainder of her clique.

Laneway's pale principal slunk over to the center of the gym and called everyone to attention. His actions received a bout of laughter. It wasn't anything he did; it was how he looked. Hades was bald. He shaved his head as per tradition for Homecoming week. His situation wasn't made any better when Ms. Mode came up and swatted him away with a rolled up newspaper. "You will move your scrawny physique and bald head out of the way! I will make the announcement. Go, go, go!" she shooed him away. Hades knew he didn't want to get hit with the paper again so he stayed a fair distance away. The things he does for Homecoming week. His hair would take months to grow back to its previous splendor.

For the most part Elsa ignored most of the announcements and activities that were about to commence. She knew what was planned; after all she was the class treasurer. Every penny spent was recorded thanks to her.

Her attention returned to the festivities once she saw a familiar dancer saunter in dressed in ragtime-styled apparel. The Princess of Laneway wore a saucy green dress laced with black plumage around the neck — and a feather to accessorize her vibrant hair. Her dress had a jade tail that trailed behind her as she walked. Oh how it made her look beautiful. Elsa paid close attention to the fishnet stocking she wore in accessory to her black boots. She looked away. "Resolution deteriorating! Deteriorating fast!"

Students dressed in ragtime-themed garments cheered for their monarch as she made her presence known. She gave them a brief wave in kind; and she blew an ostensibly random kiss into the senior's section of the stands. One that just so happened to be in a certain winter-blonde's direction. Her resolution was almost gone by this point.

Anna took the bullhorn from Ms. Mode and greeted her fellow students in her usual cheerleader fashion. "Now that you guys are hyped, I want all seniors to come with me on the basketball court: girls on the right; guys on the left," she instructed and even gave a hand gesture to indicate where each gender was supposed to go. Each student from the graduating class arose from their seats and traveled down to the court.

Elsa looked at her choice of attire and sighed. "Guess I'm a boy today." She shrugged. The swinger walked over to where Kristoff and Gaston were; both of who betrayed her and dressed in ragtime. "You two aren't loyal," she whispered to them. This earned a chuckle from her brothers. Her ears perked when she heard Anna speak.

"The first activity is called: Find the Escort!"

Most of the teachers in attendance went over to the girl's side of the gym with blindfolds in hand. Ms. Mode took back her bullhorn once the announcement of the activity was made. "The rules are simple darlings: the girls will be blindfolded and they must find someone to escort them to the homecoming dance. You have to keep who you pick!"

Chaos erupted from the basketball court until the school disciplinarian silenced them. "Quit your bellyaching! Now where was I? Ah! The Princess of Laneway gets the first pick without a blindfold on. She does have the right to pick this year's Prince after all."

The vast majority of the male side of the gym gulped at the rules of the game. Some burst into a sweat while others glanced over to the hermaphrodite among them. Fear was a common element amid the male population, as Elsa was a force to be reckoned with: especially when it came to their Princess. Last month's fallout with Hans wasn't lessening that reputation either. No one wanted to be anything remotely similar to an escort. Slowly but surely, most of the right side of the court dispersed as Anna entered the masses in search of her Prince.

While the search of the new Prince of Laneway commenced, Elsa turned towards her friends and conversed. "This game is so bizarre. Didn't they even think that we had our own dates?" she started off. Initially, she intended for Esmeralda to be her date for Homecoming, but there was a high possibility of that not happening now.

Kristoff nodded in acknowledgement. He had no on in particular in mind, but at least he thought he had a right to choose. His ochre-brown eyes hovered above his sister's shoulders. A broad smirk plastered across his mug.

At first Elsa didn't notice the action until she looked at him again. "What the hell has you so happy?" she asked as she turned around. She winced. "Okay, now that hurts! Anna was about to pick Kristoff. Really?! That is so fucked up…"

About a foot away, Anna paused in front of Elsa. In her left hand there was a golden globus cruciger; and in her right: a scepter — Laneway's version of the spirit stick. Timidly, the strawberry-blonde extended the Laneway relics out towards her crush. "Elsa, will you be my Prince?" she proposed with a florid tint to her skin.

Silence washed over the gymnasium. The request shocked some… Well it didn't shock them, but they definitely didn't see it coming.

Elsa stood there — frozen. Her mind reeled as the information rammed into her a mile a minute. Anna — the same girl she had been crushing on for years — had just asked her to be Prince of Laneway. Technically, by some standards, she was considered a male. Not like it mattered. Gender wasn't an issue when it came to Laneway royalty. Either way there wasn't any reason she couldn't be Prince.

And just like that: the last bit of her resolve wilted. She knew that she couldn't decline her Princess's request; and she'd be the biggest fool if she ever tried.

"I accept."

Applause chorused throughout the gymnasium as they watched their Prince be coronated. There were a few distinct about times that came from the stands. As the cheers died down the rest of the festivities went underway. The monarchial couple watched on from the sidelines as their peers went through the actual game of: Find the Escort.

Anna found a few of her friends as they searched for their dates. Her hand covered her mouth when she saw Merida stumble over to where Kristoff was. She smothered her laughter as she watched Kristoff's reaction to his date. The Princess looped her am into her Prince's arm. The aforementioned teen looked to her right at her Princess. Her Princess… It rolled off the tongue quite nicely. The thought pleased her, but she had to ask. Why her? It would bug her til the end of her days if she didn't. "Why did you pick me to be your Prince?"

Anna appeared more radiant with the smile she flashed towards her crush. "I couldn't think of another person more fit to be my Prince than you," she confessed. The professed statement flared a bundle of heat from the pit of the winter-blonde's stomach.

Elsa opened her mouth to respond, but they were both silenced by the shrill voice of their school disciplinarian.

"Sorry ma'am," they apologized.

Once each girl found her respective escort, Ms. Mode announced the next activity. "Before we dismiss the assembly and you all go straight to class…" she warned with a pointed glare towards a choice few individuals in the crowd — mainly the Vikings — she continued, "… I initiate the week long tradition of Find Fenrir the Timber Wolf!"

The timber wolf mascot cartwheeled out of the boy's locker room to the center of the gym. Fenrir howled, and signaled the entire student body to join in on the contagious outcry.

"Now everyone head to class!"


After third period let out, Elsa walked towards the lunchroom with Kristoff and Esmeralda in tow. As soon as she turned onto the main hall, she heard instant hushes once her presence was known. She stepped down the hallways and acknowledged the few that greeted her. "We love you Elsa!"Astrid cheered on her friend from the other end of the hall. The other Vikings hooted in agreement. The hyped declaration from the Vikings sent another round of revelries through the school.

"All hail the Prince!"

Kristoff clasped his hand onto her shoulder with pride. "Someone's popular," he commented with a hearty laugh. The trio finally made it to the lunchroom.

"I just hope you don't let that popularity get to that pretty little head of yours. I can't believe the Princess stole my date to the dance," Esmeralda pinched her pale friend's cheeks. She noticed that she was receiving odd glances from her friends, so she turned around. "God damn it." Their ragtime-clad Princess just so happened to have walked up to the table at that moment. Yay… not!

Peter opted out to retrieve a soda from the vending machine. He hated tension. Every man in their clique instantly lost their spine when it came to women. It was a sad truth.

Instead of whatever the boys thought would unfold, Anna simply sat beside Elsa and left the matter alone; although she made a possessive point to lace their fingers together above the table. She wanted it to be seen by all at the table. Elsa was hers! Got it?! It seemed to have worked since Gaston absentmindedly nodded in agreement.

As the lunch period progressed so did the affection that Anna had towards her crush. The faintest of intimacies distracted most of her senses. Ever so often her eyes drifted to Anna. The heiress tried to collect her breath as her Princess caressed her knuckles. Her nose twitched and her mouth watered. The intoxicating scent of chocolate wafted from Anna's neckline. The overpowering scent enticed the urge to nibble on Anna's neck, but the Prince resisted.

At that moment, Elsa arose from her seat, but as soon as she tried to move she remembered that her crush chained her down with their laced fingers. She glanced down at the hooded eyes of the girl she could no longer resist.

For a while she remained in a fogged state of mind until she registered that they had been walking. Her attention roved across the halls. All eyes were on them. Warmth hit her neck at the sudden attentiveness of her peers. More heat radiated from the body next to her. Anna rested her head upon the Prince's shoulder. "Damn I am out of it! When did this happen?" the heiress thought.

While she pondered her current situation she failed to realize another thing; "Elsa!" she heard from her crush. Anna tilted her head and looked the swing-clad teen in the eyes. "Did you hear what I just said?" Elsa wanted to answer yes, but her expression already answered the question for her.

Anna felt embarrassed at having to repeat herself. It took a lot for her to gain the nerve to simply ask, and Elsa didn't even pay her any attention! "I'm sorry. I kind of zoned out. You were saying?"

Anna sighed. "I was hoping that you would be my escort to the bonfire on Wednesday," she repeated.

Elsa chuckled at the anxious strawberry-blonde. "I am your Prince. I'll escort you to every event this week. There's no need to ask," she reminded.

"Oh yeah..." The urge to smack herself emerged as she forgot one of the key aspects of their courtship.


Gasoline and charred wood permeated the football field. The bonfire was set ablaze as both faculty and students arrived to nighttime event. Giddy freshmen appeared first and dispersed around the school grounds. Their upperclassmen arrived at their own pace. The staff monitored the events from a distance: most likely an excuse to go for a smoke break since their supervision was something done outside of work hours: roughly equivalent to a sort of charity to some.

The monarchial couple arrived on the scene from their mode of transportation — via Anna's parents. Just like before, Elsa adorned one of her ancestors' swing fashioned attire while Anna embellished a type of ragtime wardrobe.

The chilled winter air nipped at her body once they exited the vehicle. Without a moment of hesitation Elsa removed her blazer and wrapped it around her date's shivering body. "Aren't you going to be cold?" she asked as she tried to return the jacket.

Elsa secured one of the buttons so that Anna couldn't remove it. "Don't worry about it. The cold never bothered me anyway. And we're almost at the bonfire," she dismissed as they walked nearby the flame.

Encompassed around the fire, a group of seven held a few cups and a large jar of green liquid. They caught the end of one of the statements that one of the students made; which resulted in two males chugging the liquid in the cup. Tears welled up as they fanned their tongues. Minor profanities escaped one of the boys mouth as he poured the rest of green concoction on the grass.

"What are you guys doing?" Anna asked as she sat nearby the burning embers.

"Playing Never Have I Ever… and Tinker Belle is cheating!" Zak hissed and pulled out a water bottle. Elsa's nose crinkled at the spicy scent that came from the jar. Instead of alcohol, the teens substituted the liquid with jalapeño juice. "Want to play?"

Not even half of their grade had arrived yet, and they had nothing better to do so the monarchial couple entertained their peers. Elsa sat down and propped her leg up to rest her arm upon, but Anna already occupied the crevice in her lap. Without anywhere else to go she wrapped her arm around her Princess and propped her chin upon the cheerleader's head. Once she settled into a comfortable position she tuned in on the game that started up again.

"Okay, never have I ever… had a driver's license." Elsa sighed at that one. She had more than just a driver's license. Ever since she achieved her pilot certificate last year, her parents promised to give her a private jet for her twenty-first birthday. She downed a shot of the spicy liquid.

When Anna's turn came around she went with one of the easier questions. "Never have I ever… cheated on a test." The entire circle had groaned and drank from their cups. Elsa was the only one who didn't have to drink.

All eyes focused on Elsa. She had so many potential good ones she could tell, but most would reveal her family heritage. "Hm… Never have I ever… hit a guy in his pride," she went with the safest route. All of the males remained stationary while three of the girls took a shot. Every boy — plus Elsa — looked at them as though they asked "why would you do that?!" To do such a thing was downright evil!

The game went on as more people had flooded in. Anastasia swiveled her half-full cup. "Never have I ever… kissed a girl," she smirked at every guy. By then their tongues were sensitive from all the burns, but what shocked everyone was when Anna took a sip. "Wait, you've kissed a girl?!"

Anna gave a slow nod once. "Who?" Clopin asked.

On that question she leaned back into the girl who embraced her. "I'll let you guess," she teased as she snuggled under Elsa's chin. Unknown to Anna, Elsa hadn't taken her shot yet, and the poor girl almost choked on it. By whatever powers-that-be they were spared the barrage of questions when Principal Hellman announced for all of the team captains to join him.

At last the bonfire kicked off with the introductions of each team. It was something to recruit uninformed underclassmen. While this went on Elsa moved nearby the snack table to grab a piece of chocolate cake.

Hiccup had a finger sandwich on his plate. He noticed his Prince next to him. "Long time no see Elsa," he greeted with one of the sandwiches hanging from his mouth. He piled more food onto his plate.

"We just saw each other in chemistry this morning," she reminded him.

The scrawny teen gave her a nervous laugh. "Oh yeah. Sometimes I forget what classes I'm taking when I'm not working on Toothless," he said as he rubbed his shoulder.

"Toothless?"

Hiccup perked up as he remembered that not many people knew about his pet. "Yeah, Toothless is my pet. I built him. He's a dragon I made in robotics club. He's got a bit of a malfunction in his hydraulics but he's won many competitions," he informed his minor achievement. "He's about to enter another brawl in the spring so hopefully I can get one more win before graduation."

Elsa raised her brow as she nibbled on her slice of cake. "Sounds fascina-" her eyes cut over to the Vikings whom sulked around the boarders of the bonfire. "Ruffnut's at it again…" she informed him.

Hiccup face-palmed and thanked her before he went to intervene to stop his bizarre cohorts from crashing the event.

Silence rolled overhead, which confused Elsa. It was a party. To her knowledge parties were noisy. Dancers flitted from all corners of the event. Her eyes met Anna. Said girl winked at her before she joined the other dancers. Music rang across the field and all eyes were to the girls. No one mentioned entertainment at the bonfire.

While the girls danced, Hans walked over to the snack table to grab some punch. He noticed Elsa and decided to strike up conversation. "Need I kneel in your presence Your Highness?" he quipped playfully. The Prince rolled her eyes at the comment. "You know it's kind of funny that now that you've given up on her, all of a sudden, she does something like choose you to be Prince of Laneway. Fate is a bitch ain't she?" he chuckled as he drank the punch.

Elsa shrugged off his observation. "She said that she picked me because she couldn't find someone more suited to be her Prince. You know Anna is extremely friendly, but she is selective on who she keeps close. She probably picked me because we're good friends," she remarked — although she left out the latter part of her theory; her notion was that the ruse was a way to bridge their healing relationship.

The two paused their conversation once the tempo changed in the music. A wolf whistle made them glance at the dancers. Anna gave a tantalizing hip thus in their direction. At that moment, it was as if the two were transformed into kitten — and Anna was a piece of yarn that dangled just out of reach. Their eyes followed the hypnotic motion. Just… damn…

Elsa caught his eyes upon Anna and a low growl emitted from her chest. "You're staring at my Princess Hans," she stated in a voice that could chill blood.

Hans snapped out of his happy place and noticed her threatening tone. "Just because I'm not interested in her doesn't mean I'm blinded to the appreciation of a rockin' hot bod. If it helps my case, half the guys here are damn near eye-humping her," he stated.

The low growl rose up to her throat by that point. The redhead raised his hands in surrender. "Eh, go back to chasing her if you want to. I don't give a damn." A presence pricked the nape of his neck. He searched his horizon and found that he was the attention of a heated glare — and it wasn't Elsa; it was Kristoff. "I just remembered that a freshman wanted more info about the soccer team."

Elsa watched her former-rival flee the area. Kristoff protectively stalked up to his sister and glowered at the waning backside of the soccer captain. "You look pissed. What did he say?"

She blew at her bang and decided to drop the matter. Hans was right. "Nothing. He just made an observation about almost every guy ogling Anna," she muttered in clear despise.

"Well she is hot Els."

Kristoff noticed the blank, unfeeling expression in her eyes. Another thing he hated was when Elsa did that. She picked up the habit from watching her parents, more specifically her mother, as they transacted business. Expressionless. Stone-faced. He couldn't read how she felt or what she thought. "I believe in bro-code. You saw her first. I'm not even into her."

Relief returned once some kind of emotion returned to her. "Okay, new subject: are you excited about our trip to the Northern Mountains?" he asked as if he was a child on Christmas.

Elsa perked up about their planned trip. It had been a tradition between them for years. Every year — before Christmas — they traveled to Oaken's Ski Lodge and Sauna for a few days. The frigid terrain was where both of them shined the brightest… plus they got to visit a certain furry buddy of theirs. "I hope you bought plenty of carrots with you," she chuckled.

"Way ahead of you. I wonder how big he's gotten?"

"How big who has gotten?" They looked around for the source of the voice. A cough brought their eyes downward to their petite disciplinarian. "Wipe that look off your faces. You look like you've seen a ghost." Elsa flinched at that statement. Ever since Halloween she didn't know what to believe anymore.

Kristoff decided to answer Edna's question since he was in no mood to get in trouble. "We were planning on going to the Northern Mountains over Christmas break."

The short woman pondered the idea. Her eyes roved over the student body before she had one of her ingenious ideas. "I'm in a spirited mood. Don't waste the trip. I will talk to Hades about this tomorrow and see about arranging a school trip," she stated in finality.

Both of them blanched at the idea. Their vacation just got ruined!

"Oh don't look that way darlings. It is beneficial to you too. Wouldn't you like to see Ms. Andersen over the winter break?" she mused to what she knew was Elsa's weakness. "You know I'd do anything for Rose's daughter," she said with clear amusement in her voice.

Kristoff knew that Edna had ensnared Elsa with ease so he resigned himself to his fate.

"I'll see you two bright and early tomorrow morning."

He looked over to his friend and shook his head. "What? I didn't even say anything," she defended.

"Exactly!"

Elsa had a clever retort ready on her tongue, but it dissolved as soon as she felt a pair of arms snake around her neck from behind her. She jumped at the sudden body heat and turned around to find herself face to face with Anna. "Hi," she greeted breathily.

"Hi…"


Friday came! The day that everyone had waited for all week! Finally!

Fenrir sprinted across the halls as the Vikings closed in on him from behind. Whoever caught Fenrir got a grand prize at the Homecoming dance; but the chase was nothing more than an excuse to run amok for them. Anna took extra measures to be as close to the lockers as possible. The same couldn't be said for Eric. He got trampled in the barbaric pursuit.

Anna caught sight of Elsa and Kristoff; the latter of the two seemed disappointed. "What's wrong with him?"

"Nothing important. One of the staff heard about a trip we were going to take over break and now she's making a big fuss over it," Elsa informed as she tried to pacify her grumpy friend. She glanced over to her Princess. "We're still going…" she paused, "You wouldn't happen to want to join us on the class trip would you Anna?"

Kristoff glowered at his sister. "Sellout," he muttered.

The heiress ignored him and awaited Anna's response. "If you guys are going I guess I can go. If I don't include my big cousin Rapunzel coming to visit, I'm not doing anything special this year."

Yes!

The bell rang. Elsa offered her arm in a gentleman's fashion. "Shall I escort you to class my Princess?" she bowed; their eyes never broke contact.

Anna took the offered arm and laughed at the charade. "You may," she said and took out her fan to hide her smile. Her teal eyes melded beautifully with the jade colored material. Her onyx eyelashes batted coyly from behind the fan.

The royal couple walked the halls in remote quietness until they arrived at Anna's homeroom. A gentle grip on her wrist stopped her entrance into the classroom.

Elsa released her and fished out a grand, flamboyant corsage from within her blazer. She ceremoniously pinned the floral décor to her date. "There," she said once it was secured. The swinger brought Anna's hand up to her lips and placed chaste kisses on each knuckle. "I promise you'll get the matching one for your wrist before I escort you in for the dance."

The promise — and kisses — sent a tingle down her spine as she watched her Prince walk away to her own homeroom.


Night fell and the party was about to go underway. The girls were at the entrance of the Homecoming dance. Elsa fidgeted. Her arms clutched around her abdomen in discomfort. "I think I'm gonna be sick," she swallowed the bile that threatened to rise from within. Perspiration seeped from her forehead.

The strawberry-blonde fastened her date's tie back into perfection. "You'll be fine Elsa. I'm right here." Her words worked wonders to boost Elsa's self-confidence. She exhaled. Anna was right. She could do this.

Elsa offered her arm and looked down at the slightly shorter girl. "Ready?"

"Born ready."

They walked in, arms linked, as their peers danced to the catchy music brought by Jonathan. He offered to DJ the event for free. He glanced over the crowd and saw them walk in. "All right Timberwolves looks like the alphas have arrived," he shouted over the microphone. His announcement warranted the attention of the teens already at the event.

Gradually they traveled to their thrones and watched the night carry on. They found many of their friends and associates amid the masses; however their companions never held their attention long enough. Between their playful advances neither could notice anything outside of their little bubble. "Shall we dance?"

Right then Jonathan flipped the track: the break transcended from the hook of Party Rock Anthem and beat matched it to DJ Got Us Fallin' in Love.

Elsa preferred conservative dances, but she was familiar to modern dances. Not like it mattered. Anna wouldn't allow her to take lead. She allowed her feisty dance partner to enthrall with her body language.

Jonathan upped the frequency and faded into a different number.

The back to back dancing drained the Prince. She withdrew to the refreshment table to retrieve punch.

Anna denied Elsa's offer to bring something back for her, so she waited near the dance floor. Elsa was a fraction from returning before a familiar gypsy waltzed her way. "Mine," Esmeralda said in a singsong voice before she took a sip of the punch.

Elsa rolled her eyes and drank the remainder of her punch — lest her greedy friend steals the rest. "You could have just asked," she said and bumped her hip against Esmeralda. The emerald-eyed teen smirked and returned the lighthearted gesture.

On the opposite side of the dance floor a certain cheerleader caught their interaction. A glint of jealousy surged through her eyes. She swerved through the crowd with the skill that a dance team captain should have, and arrived nearby the two. Elsa almost jumped at her sudden appearance.

"Sorry. Got a little thirsty and since you weren't back yet," her eyes cut to Esmeralda, "I decided to get it myself." She brushed between the friends to fetch the aforementioned drink and returned to them not long after. Her arm wrapped around Elsa's waist. Anna had no intention to make a scene, but she did want to mark her claim.

Unbeknown to the trio the possessive action sparked the intrigue of nearby onlookers. Some muttered amongst themselves on how cute their Prince and Princess looked together. "Kiss her!" one of them encouraged from the masses. Who knew two words would stimulate such a frenzy in a small room? The request echoed amongst the crowd.

Anna was in a corner on this. "Where are the teachers when you need them?" she muttered.

Elsa nuzzled down to her earlobe. "Let's give them a show," she whispered. Anna then remembered that she had kissed for the sake of theater, and they did have an audience… so to speak. Plus it was her only shot for another kiss with her crush.

Anna pulled Elsa within range by her tie and looked into her eyes. Her heart hammered into her ears and drowned out the music of the DJ; their peers; everyone. Everyone accept Elsa. Without any further hesitation she pulled her into the kiss. Neither of them cared if a teacher would break up their show and give them detention. All that mattered was that moment in time, and the mesmerizing sensation as their lips became one.


(A/N: Now that the earlier A/N is out of the way, I really hope you guys have enjoyed Laneway's homecoming week… and the ElsAnna fluff. :3 I notice that not many fanfics touch up on homecoming; and I did say to that one reader that I'd answer what Princess of Laneway meant. Up next is our winter break chapter. Next week is going to be rough for me because I'll be moving back into my dorm that week and I'll be focused on packing and moving. I hope I can get one chapter in next week, but no promises. Also thanks for all the birthday wishes. Don't think I've said that yet. So yeah… See you guys next time.)