A/N: Hello, all! I finally have some time to update the story. I'm going to be on Spring Break for the coming week, so I have some breathing. I'm not out of woods yet as I have homework and a midterm paper to work on over break, but I have more time to be at my laptop. Anyway, I finished the chapter a few days earlier, but I had to fix some errors so there's some more consistency and accuracy. One thing that was really bugging me was that I had been using "lounge" when I should have been using "common room" since it was introduced in the third chapter. So, I went ahead and changed all the "lounges" I could find and change them to "common room." The biggest culprits were ch.16-17. If you guys notice anything else that needs to be fixed, let me know. Thanks! Anyway...before I let you guys go and read the latest chapter, I hope you enjoy the chapter's ending.

Anna was rudely awoken on the first Sunday of November by loud knocking at her door. She groaned and turned her back to the door. The knocking became louder and more persistent.

Anna muffled a "go away" from underneath the sheets. This, of course, was not heard by the now-frantic knocker. Finally, Anna shot up in a sitting position and got out of bed, stomping to the door. She threw it open and was about to yell at the person responsible for her disturbing her slumber, but then her anger died down in her throat when she realized she saw it was Kristoff and Sven.

Anna rubbed her right eye and yawned. "What are you two doing here?"

"We're here to take you to the tavern."

Anna yawned again. "Isn't it a bit early for drinks?"

"Anna, it's noon," Kristoff deadpanned. "We were going to the tavern for a light meal."

At that moment Anna's conscience became fully awake and when the words sank in, Anna went bug-eyed. "What? I slept in?"

"Don't worry about it. Sometimes it just happens. Besides, it's Sunday so you don't have to worry about class until tomorrow."

"I guess you're right."

"Now, get dressed so we can head to the tavern."

It didn't take long for the trio of friends to arrive at Elderwood's tavern. Since the days were becoming cooler and cooler, the locals had wrapped themselves in thick and long hooded cloaks that were lined with fur along the opening and hoods of the cloaks. Fortunately for the three young adults, they had no trouble at all finding a table. Yet it wasn't surprising to them since Sundays weren't particularly busy days for the tavern.

While they munched on their light fare, as Kristoff had put it, the three friends drank their beer, laughed together, and generally had a good time. When they were satisfied with what they had in their bellies, the three friends turned the conversation to school, namely what Miss Arendelle had them do recently.

Kristoff leaned back in his chair and took a quick gulp of his beer. "I'm a little wary what Miss Arendelle has in mind for us when it comes to the obstacle course that will serve both as a survival course and as a mid-year test."

Anna leaned forward and raised an eyebrow at her blonde friend. "What? Pitching tents, making a fire, how to cook, and generally learning the know-how of camping?"

"No. Not those things she has us learning. I'm talking about the first-aid stuff. And the poisoned arrow tips. Aren't you worried what that implies?"

Anna waved off Kristoff's remark. "I'm sure Miss Arendelle is just preparing us for what we might encounter later on in the real-world."

"I hope so, Anna. I just don't want to go through the obstacle course and find out that someone is shooting poisoned arrows at us."

"I highly doubt that Miss Arendelle will leave us totally unprepared for a surprise like that. That's why she trains and teaches us the way that she does. She cares about us. Besides, it's not like we'll be alone. She explained to us on Wednesday that since there's an odd number of students that she'll need to tag along to have an even number of people for the buddy system to be at its most effective. She's also coming along to keep an eye on the class and that it'll make thing easier since we will be provided thirteen tents."

Kristoff grunted. "Yeah. She does need to come. Have you forgotten, Anna, that this will be the first year Miss Arendelle's class will be joined by other classes? Remember, the last thing this course is also a race. It's three fucking things rolled into one. Miss Arendelle probably needs to come along because other instructors will probably have to do the same."

"You don't know that, Kristoff. Miss Arendelle never said that all classes would be required to be chaperoned by their instructors or have a buddy system."

"If that's the case, then I wonder why Miss Arendelle is chaperoning us. Does she not trust us?"

Anna shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe she doesn't certain students to not try and mess things up for the rest of the class or maybe she wants the class to trust her while she goes through the course with us."

Kristoff had set his glass down and stared at Anna. "Why are you defending Miss Arendelle so much?"

Anna simply shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know what the big deal is. Why are you so against her? It's not like she has something to you to give you reason to dislike her, especially now when she's giving the class easier and more practical exercises as of late. What do you have against her, Kristoff?"

Kristoff frowned. Anna was right. He had no reason to be against Miss Arendelle, but for some reason he was in a mood and felt like judging his friend for being on Miss Arendelle's side. He supposed that his dislike was rooted on how she treated her students. She wasn't unkind, but she wasn't exactly friendly either. And despite Anna's attempts that not everyone has to be openly friendly to earn respect from other people, but he would keep brushing off her reminders. But that was in the past and for now he would just have to concede.

He sighed and looked at Anna with softer eyes. "Fine. You're right. I have no reason to be against Miss Arendelle. I guess I'm still having trouble accepting her the way that she is. I'm sorry."

Anna snorted. "You're forgiven." Then she lifted her glass and took a quick sip. "But what's really ironic is that you're not that approachable yourself and you have the nerve to judge someone who might be in a similar position as you are on a social level?"

"Hey!"

Anna had put down her beer. "You know it's true!"

From that moment on, Kristoff and Anna had been engaged in friendly banter. All the while, Sven quietly observed and enjoyed what he saw and heard from the two friends. He sometimes wondered if Anna made up Eliot to get Kristoff's attention. But he had nothing to prove his suspicion and he had formulated other suspicions about Anna's intent with Kristoff from previous days and weeks. He was waiting what would ever become of the two friends. Would they become more or would they simply remain friends? And how would Kristoff accept the fate of being Anna's friend? He had no idea, but he knew that if Kristoff needed someone to lean on, he would be there for him. And even though he would remain loyal to Kristoff, Sven still hoped that Anna had someone to depend on (who wasn't Eliot) if she's just as affected by a misunderstanding as Kristoff would be.

Anna and Kristoff's banter eventually melted away, opening up the conversation once again if Sven wanted to join in. The three of them chatted and finished their refreshments in half an hour and decided to head out of the tavern. They all walked back to the academy together until at a certain point where they parted ways for some downtime in their bedrooms or in the common room.

Once inside her room, Anna flopped onto her bed happy to be joined with her sheets one more. Turning onto her back, Anna folded her arms behind her head and stared at the ceiling.

"I wonder what Elsa is doing now?" Anna frowns as a thought immediately comes to mind. "I hope she's not just thinking of lesson plans for the upcoming week. I know she needs to, but I don't want to think that she does it for fun."

Anna became silent mulling over the thought she said out loud. After considering the thought some more and imaging what Elsa would be doing on a Sunday, Anna became accustomed that there would nothing wrong with Elsa finding some joy in making lessons plans. After all, they don't all to be tedious and boring to plan out. Anna knew that Elsa would never take great joy of creating lesson plans that would torture her students. She knew this even before she learned about Elsa as a person instead of as just an archery instructor. When in private, she was kind and a little shy, and Anna wished Elsa could feel free to show a side of her true self to her students, but Elsa had reminded her that she needs to uphold an air of authority and professionalism towards her class. Anna jested that she didn't do that with Anna. Elsa had grumbled out a "you're the exception" as a reply. Anna fondly remembers that moments because of ho pouty and stubborn Elsa was being and how sorry she was for putting her in such a mood. Anna remembered how she got Elsa to relax and forgive her for her little jab.

Anna blinked. She was getting carried away. But it wouldn't matter much. She wouldn't be able to figure out what Elsa did on Sundays, particularly those Sundays when Anna hadn't gone to see Elsa the previous day at her cottage. She supposed that part of her lover's life will remain a mystery to her for the foreseeable future.

Elsa was sitting at the dining room table and was writing in her diary about a dream she had the previous night. In her dream it just her and Anna. They were on the floor in front of fire, drinking red wine and huddled together under a wool blanket. Things were fine. Things were sweet and romantic between them. They finished their wine and had set the glasses aside and cuddled. Elsa recited romantic poetry to Anna and Anna wrapped an arm around Elsa's waist and planted feather-light kisses on her neck every so often. Then, the dream turned heavy in a way. Their kissing, which started out passionate and sweet, turned hungry and lustful. They stood up and tumbled against a wall. Elsa had Anna pinned to the wall and sucked hard on her neck. Things seemed to escalate and then Elsa woke up. Elsa wrote all of this down in her diary and when she was done, she read it to herself. After finishing reading her diary entry, Elsa thought about what would happen if her dream continued. The more she thought of continuing the dream, the more she had the urge to do just that.

Elsa couldn't stand it. She was brimming with curiosity wanting to finish her dream. Elsa stood up and desperately strode towards her bedroom. Once inside she closed the door and settled underneath the sheets of her bed, determined to get into the right mood for dreaming. She promised herself she'd analyze what it meant when she was done.

Time would later show that she couldn't keep to the end of her original goal and she was lucky she didn't miss her chance at having some dinner before going to bed.

TBC…