Elsa was tossing about in her sleep, moving restlessly from dream to dream - each and every one of them featuring Anna.

She was back in her classroom and Anna was wearing her skirt too high again. Elsa knew that she had to say something. Not only had she spent the entire class struggling against looking at her student's slim, perfectly sculpted legs, but she began to seethe with anger whenever she caught Hans openly staring at Anna's legs as well. Unlike Hans, her intentions toward Anna were pure—that boy didn't have the right to look at Anna that way!.

When class was over, she called Anna over to her desk.

"Merida, you can go. I need to talk to Anna in private." The other girl, who was standing right next to Anna, nodded her head and disappeared out the door.

Anna's eyes were cast toward the floor. "You wanted to talk to me, Ms. Neige?" she inquired shyly. She looked up from the ground, her eyes shining brightly as a sudden ray of sunlight illuminated her face.

"Y… yes," Elsa replied. She looks so beautiful...

"A… about what?"

"It's about your uniform, Anna."

The redhead blushed and looked down again, "I'm sorry."

"You know you're not supposed to wear your skirt that high."

"I… yes, I know."

"Please explain yourself then. Are you doing this for Merida?" Elsa asked. She knew it wasn't her business, but it was killing her. She needed to know if the two of them were more than just friends.

"What? No. Why would I do that?" Anna asked, surprised.

"Oh… I see… I was thinking that maybe you two were… um … closer than just friends," Elsa mumbled.

"Of course not!"

A wave of relief washed over her. Elsa found herself feeling pleased—very pleased. "Good, you had me worried," Elsa commented without even thinking. What? How am I going to explain that remark?

But Anna's next statement made her forget all about her own comment. "Actually… I only wear my skirt this way in your class." Anna looked back towards the floor, her cheeks turning bright red, as she demurely twisted her foot against the ground.

Elsa's mouth fell open. Could it be …? "W… why?"

"I think you know why," Anna replied, looking back at Elsa with her cheeks still bright red.

"N… no, I don't," Elsa lied.

"I… I wanted you to notice me..."

"But I do notice you!" Elsa declared. "You're one of my best students … you come to my class so eager and enthusiastic. I can tell that you're intelligent and"—Elsa paused, feeling her own cheeks turning red—"you're so very, very pretty."

"Really?" Anna responded with a huge heart-warming smile. She immediately hugged her teacher, catching Elsa completely off-guard. "Thank you, Ms. Neige," she added, while nuzzling her head into Elsa's shoulder. "I love you. I really do."

"I-I …" Elsa felt a surge of warmth from Anna's words and was unable to stop herself from returning the hug. She squeezed the teenager tightly in her arms, basking in Anna's warmth pressed up against her.

Anna looked up, cheeks still red, and their eyes locked.

God, she's so pretty.

"You know, I caught you staring at my legs a few times, so I think my strategy worked."

Elsa felt her blush return. "Well… I … you… you have really beautiful legs."

"I'm glad you think so. It makes me really happy to hear you say that." Anna looked directly at Elsa, her teal eyes glowing with intensity, "and you know… you can do more than just look at them."

"I-I …" Oh God! "You know we can't. I'm your teacher."

"Well, we shouldn't be hugging, either."

Elsa realized Anna was right, especially since they were still holding each other, but her student's arms were locked around her, and Elsa didn't want to rudely force her way out.

"Indeed..."

Anna chuckled, and removed an arm to reach for Elsa's hand. Elsa's fingers tingled as Anna guided Elsa's hand to her legs, just above her knee.

Elsa knew how wrong this was, and it made her heart race. She had been fantasizing about touching Anna's thighs for so long that she couldn't muster the strength to stop.

Mmm. Anna's skin was soft and smooth and felt heavenly against her fingers. Elsa very slowly raised her hand, guided by her desire.

"You are so lovely and adorable..." she confessed, as her hand continued to wander upward.

"I…" Anna let out a little whimper. "T-thank you, Ms. Neige," she practically moaned.

Soon, Elsa's hand was well under her student's skirt, reaching her panties. Anna had inadvertently flashed Elsa on numerous occasions, but feeling the soft material beneath her fingers was so much better than simply catching a glimpse of them.

Her fingers continued to wander. Anna's butt was round and firm, and fit snugly against her palm. Sexy legs and a firm, heart-shaped butt were her greatest turn-ons, and Anna was blessed with both.

"Oh… Ms. Neige..."

Elsa gazed at Anna breathlessly. Anna was more beautiful than ever, and she could no longer resist. She glanced at her student's lips—they were so moist and inviting—and moved her head closer. Anna did the same, and Elsa closed her eyes.

The realization that she was about to kiss a sixteen-year-old seized her, and she suddenly woke up. Oh my God, I can't do this. I can't go to jail!

It took her a few minutes to calm down. She was torn between so many emotions—fear, disbelief, disgust, but overshadowing all of those was… lust.

What the fuck is wrong with me!

She catapulted out of her bed, walked briskly out of her bedroom, and was surprised to see Esméralda hovering over her laptop.

"You're still up?" she asked her cousin.

"Yeah, I'm still working on my store. You wouldn't believe the amount of paperwork involved."

Elsa looked at the time. It was three in the morning.

"What about you?" Esméralda asked, stifling a yawn.

"Dreams," she simply replied.

"Oh! What kind of dreams?" Esméralda asked with a smirk.

No way I'm telling her the truth. "Nightmares," she lied. Well, it was a nightmare in a way. A pleasant one, though…

"Awww, poor Elsa. If it's about your job, maybe you should quit and start working with me," she added, her smirk blossoming into a broad smile.

Elsa stuck out her tongue at her cousin.

"Well, if that's the way you're going to react, need I remind you that you have to leave for school in three hours? So, let's get you back to bed."

"Yeah… you're right, but let me just grab a drink first."

She did and was surprised to see Esméralda following her back to her bedroom.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to take care of you. Tuck you in and rock you like a little baby."

Elsa chuckled. "I'm ok, but thanks."

Esmé pouted, however Elsa's words didn't stop her from continuing to follow her cousin into her bedroom. Offhandedly, Esmé remarked, "Besides, I need to get to sleep, too."

Elsa slipped under her covers and watched Esméralda strip down, revealing a lacy black thong and a matching bra. Of course she's wearing lingerie, and she definitely has the right body for it, too.

Then, Esmé removed her bra, and grabbed a T-shirt from Elsa's closet. Elsa did catch a glimpse of her cousin's breasts. They were very nice, although they weren't as big as her own. Her mind immediately jumped to imagining Anna's smaller, but deliciously perky breasts. She winced. Stop!

"There, sleep tight coz,." Esméralda whispered as she slipped under the covers and snuggled against Elsa's back, perfectly spooning with her.

"Is this just a scheme to feel me up again?" Elsa asked teasingly.

"Tsk. You're so suspicious. Can't I just do something nice for my beloved cousin?"

"I guess ..."

"Although I really should check on the twins," Esméralda said as her hands made their way to Elsa's breasts. "Mmm, no bra. Very nice!"

"Esmé!" Elsa complained as her cousin gently kneaded her breasts.

"What? You're almost thirty, you have to be careful. I wouldn't want the twins to get sick without anyone noticing."

"Sure." Elsa said sarcastically before grabbing her cousin's hands and placing them against her belly. Her cousin's touch did feel delightful—Elsa's breasts had always been sensitive—but she needed to put a stop to her cousin's antics now.

"Sleep tight, Elsa." Esméralda said as she kissed her sweetly on the neck.

"Thanks. Good night."

Elsa closed her eyes, and had to admit that it felt nice to sleep next to someone. It felt so warm, and it was great to not be alone. Not that being alone really bothered her, but this was different. She had to wonder if she would ever find someone to share her nights, but she fell back to sleep before she had much time to think about it.


"She was definitely staring at your legs this time!" Merida told her friend as they left French class.

Anna blushed. To be perfectly honest, Merida was right. She had, indeed, caught Ms. Neige staring at her legs a few times. And it had thrilled her, maybe because it meant Ms. Neige liked them. Could it be that Ms. Neige couldn't keep her eyes off of them? Anna knew exactly how that felt, because she spent the whole class trying not to be caught staring at her amazing teacher. Her situation was easier, though, since she was supposed to look at her teacher. Although I'm not supposed to be memorizing every inch of her breasts…

"Hello, earth to Anna?"

"Sorry. I was thinking about Ms. Neige. She's so beautiful."

"Damn, ye really have to get into her bed, and quick!" Merida replied, laughing.

Anna blushed even more. Into her bed? She was sure just getting a kiss on the cheek would make her faint.

"I… I think she got a peek of my underwear," Anna remarked.

"What?! Amazing! I didn't think ye were ready fer that kind of stuff!"

"It wasn't on purpose! I just had to shift my legs! But when I uncrossed them, I saw her looking straight at them!"

Merida chuckled. "That's awesome."

"Let's hurry to the bathroom," Anna suggested, not really liking the way the boys were checking her out in the hallway. My legs are for Ms. Neige only, not any boys!

They were a few steps away when they came across Mrs. Fitzherbert.

"Anna! Come here," the teacher demanded, and Anna complied.

"Yes, Mrs. Fitzherbert?"

"What's this about?" her teacher asked, motioning to Anna's skirt.

"Oh… uh..." Anna had no words. Oops.

"You know the rules. You need to fix that skirt right now, and I'd better not see you like this again."

"Yes… of course, Mrs. Fitzherbert," Anna replied, feeling embarrassed.

"You're really disappointing me, Anna. I expect more from you."

Anna lowered her head, feeling awful, and went to the bathroom to change. Looks like that ploy played out. What now?


Elsa was walking towards the headmaster's office for her meeting with the parents when she was interrupted by a group of students.

"Ms. Neige! I've been looking for you!" one of them shouted.

Elsa recognized the girl from the day she went shopping with Rapunzel. "Oh, Jasmine, right?"

"Yes! Did Mrs. Fitzherbert speak to you about me?"

"She mentioned you wanted to know about modelling. Am I right?"

"Yes! I'd love to become a model, but I have no idea how… would you help me? Do you think I have what it takes?"

Elsa took some time to inspect the teenager. She was tall, and had a pretty face, big brown eyes and long dark hair. Her figure was quite appealing, too. With the way she was wearing her uniform, Elsa could also see she had a really slim waist and well-shaped hips. Her breasts weren't big, but that was actually good. Elsa's breast size had actually hampered her career.

"Yeah, I think you have a lot of potential. You're attractive, and you have this exotic quality that'll distinguish you from other models," Elsa commented.

"Really?" the girls asked, blushing a little and smiling. "I mean… people have always told me that I'm pretty, but I wasn't sure that it would be enough."

"Well, it's only my opinion. And, you're right, being beautiful isn't the only thing you need to be a model..."

"Could… could you help me?" the girl asked. "I'd do anything!"

Elsa mentally smiled, thinking about what Esméralda would say here. "Well, if you keep working hard and graduate, I'll introduce you to some agents. I still have some connections. But you have to keep studying, ok? Modelling isn't a lifetime career."

"Sure! Thank you! Damn, I really wish you were my teacher," the girl remarked.

Elsa laughed. "Well, I have to get going. We'll talk about this some more later."

"Ok, Ms. Neige! Thanks again!"

Elsa proceeded to her meeting, and realised that she had just evaluated a student on her looks, commented on her physique, and told her she was pretty. Strangely, it didn't make her feel awkward or unprofessional. I would never dare do that with Anna. She tried to lie to herself, arguing that it was because Anna was a year younger than Jasmine, but she finally gave into the truth; she really had an issue with Anna. It's because I'm really attracted to her. Fuck.

She knocked on Mr. Weselton's office door and walked in still thinking about her attraction to her student.

"Have a seat. The parents will join us shortly."

Elsa did so, and waited for everyone to arrive.

"Before they get here, is there anything else I should know?" the headmaster asked.

"Well, no, I don't think so."

"I'm on your side, but I need you to tell me everything."

"Well, you already know everything," Elsa answered honestly. "I've been extremely professional. Students have stopped asking about my modelling career for weeks."

"Good."

They waited for a few more minutes, and then three representatives of the parents arrived, all women. Mr. Weselton made introductions, and Elsa waited for them to tell her what this was all about.

"I think you know why we're here," Mrs. Westergaard began. "We are concerned about the photos of you that are circulating on social media."

"I… I can understand that," Elsa admitted. "I used to be a model, but I can assure you that that's over. And none of the photos I posed for are risqué," she added, defending herself on that point.

"Well… still… you know how teenagers are. I know it really shocked my son to learn his teacher used to … allow herself to … to be photographed like that."

Elsa almost laughed, but restrained herself. She could hardly imagine Hans being shocked by this. Parents can be so ridiculously naive about their children.

"I've explained everything to my students, and they seem to have moved on," Elsa argued.

"Have they, though…?" another mother inquired. "My son never liked French, but he's always talking about this class now."

"Well, that seems rather positive to me," the headmaster argued. "We're all very happy to have Ms. Neige here. She managed to revive a class that was quite dead, I'm afraid."

"We're just concerned that our children… especially our sons… are interested in this class for the wrong reasons," Mrs. Westergaard explained, and Elsa started to see red.

Seriously? They're blaming me for what? Making students like my class?

"We don't want them to go to class only because their teacher is… um … a former model," she continued, looking for words.

"I can hardly do anything about my past," Elsa told her, "so I don't really understand what you expect from me."

"If it can be of any comfort, I can assure you Ms. Neige isn't teaching in a bikini," Mr. Weselton said as a joke, trying to lighten the mood. It didn't make Elsa laugh, though, and she glared at him. "I… I mean, she's a very professional teacher, and I've heard only good things about her ethics and her teaching methods."

"We just want to make sure our boys are safe here," another mother commented, and Elsa couldn't believe what she was hearing. Where were they going with this…?

"I'm not sure what you're trying to say here," Elsa remarked, trying to keep herself calm.

"Well… um … you know… with everything we hear on the news..."

"Are you implying I might be a sexual predator? Because if you are..."

"No, no! Of course not!" Mr. Weselton said, interrupting her. "Nobody's calling anyone names."

"And I'd like to bring this to your attention, Mr. Weselton, but we've learned she isn't even a certified teacher," Mrs. Westergaard added, addressing the headmaster as if Elsa wasn't even there.

What the fuck? She's really trying to piss me off. No wonder Hans is such a douchebag. The apple didn't fall far from the tree.

"Yet. But she's working on it, right, Ms. Neige?"

"Yes." Elsa simply replied, trying to stay cool. But I swear if she keeps implying I'm after their kids… especially Hans, of all people.

"Good… good… so you can assure us there won't be any… inappropriate behavior here? My poor, innocent boy could easily be taken advantage of," she added, and Elsa lost her temper.

"Really? You're going to keep insulting me after everything that's been said? Do you even realize what you're accusing me of?" Her outburst seemed to surprise everyone in the office. "I may not be certified yet, but I don't see how that could make me a sexual deviant! Besides, the last French teacher you had here was certified, and we all know how that worked out. If anything, you should be glad I managed to turn things around and make the class interesting, because your kids weren't learning anything before I arrived. So what's the problem? I'm attractive? Really? Is it because you think your children can't respect a woman if she's pretty? Seriously, if something is wrong with someone here, it's not with me," Elsa continued, feeling the anger bubbling inside her. She couldn't believe how stupid some people could be. They didn't even know her, and were implying awful things without any basis. "And if you really want to know, there's absolutely no risk I'll be seducing any of your sons. I'm one hundred percent gay, so you can keep your groundless accusations to yourself," Elsa finished, not even realizing what she had just admitted.

There was an uncomfortable lull in the conversation. Mrs. Westergaard looked deeply offended, the other two women stared at their feet, and Mr. Weselton was speechless.

"Well, I think this concludes our meeting," he finally proclaimed. "Was there anything else…?"

Hans' mother stood up angrily. "No, that will be all," she practically spat before leaving, walking away as if she owned the place.

"Well… for what it's worth I really appreciate the way you teach our kids French. And it's great that you're a native speaker," one of the other mother remarked. "We just wanted to make sure… well… uh … anyway, thanks for meeting us. Bye."

They both left, and Elsa sighed. At least she was starting to cool off.

"Well, that shut them up. I hope Mrs. Westergaard won't go any further with this. I advise you to really, really work on your certification, though. You can never be too careful."

"I will," Elsa simply answered.

"Also, you can be sure your… well, everything you said tonight will likely be repeated. I wouldn't be surprised if everyone learns about it soon."

"I know. I guess I don't have anything left to hide now," she remarked. Why did I bring up my sexuality? I should have kept that to myself. Now all my students are going to know I'm gay. Not that it changes anything, but still… I'd like to go a month without another scandal.

"Well, have a nice weekend, Ms Neige."

Elsa nodded and left the office. She took out her phone to call Punzie. She had to tell her friend what just happened.


Notes: I'm a bit early because I'll be away for a few days! I might not answers reviews right away too!