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(A/N: Hey all. I'm curious about how many of you guys are really, really passionate about their OTPs? Show of hands. *looks at the masses and sees all hands are up* Oh. *cough* Well… I, er, it doesn't matter. Just a question… *grabs Hans* So since my friend asked me to do this I'm going to put this in my A/N. There are going to be cupcakes in this chapter. I know I'm going to get weird looks for this, but it was a request from one of my online friends so I'm telling her right. Cupcakes! *coughs again* So with that out the way I'd like to say that I won't post Q/A's in my A/Ns for the next two chapters. Why? Well, you'll see. You can still ask and I'll reply via PM, or just ask on the FAL Tumblr. Link in on my profile for the curious. Anyways, me and Hans are going to find a nice, safe place on the ship. As always thanks for reading Frostbitten and Lovestruck. Enjoy… maybe.)

At the centerfold of the effervescent school, Laneway's Prince and Princess busied themselves with the hustle and bustle of the impending celebration of the year. Prom was just a month away. With the school's Princess back at the helm of preparations, the student body managed to increase their productivities exponentially. On the other end, there was the school's Prince. Although the Prince was a she, the girl held her own in the task at hand with as much pride and dedication that was expected.

Inside the gym the cheer captain and her coach upheld their responsibilities as key designers for the prom's theme and complimentary elements: Winter to Spring. It was a beautiful contrast between the two seasons. Though they worked in separate areas, the couple worked off of the energy projected by their partner. Where Anna shined as a socialite and key motivator, Elsa shined, in her own right, as a planner and facilitator.

The business savvy persona projected from the Prince to her committee. Who would have thought that such a reclusive soul, an outcast, would edict the school with such authority? Even the school president yielded to the power couple. He was amongst the students in the committee working the hallways.

Underclassmen marveled at the grandeur of the senior's dedication to the preparations. Although he wasn't on the committee, Jonathan weaved through the congested halls until he reached his target — the Prince. She barked out a few commands to those upon the ladders while she switched between taking inventory and putting up her fair share of the themed decor. The redhead tapped the busy winter-blonde on the shoulder.

Elsa glanced back briefly before she realized who tried to get her attention. Sure he interrupted her at a busy time, but he was their DJ, and he offered to do his job for free so it didn't bother her. She clamped her pen to her clipboard and gave him her undivided attention. "How may I help you Johnny?" she asked. The boy jutted his thumb backwards to a secluded area. The heiress looked around for a moment before the two walked out the public eye. "I take it that this isn't something related to your DJ work?"

Dryness overtook his lips as he anxiously rubbed the back of his neck. He offered a nervous grin and coughed. "Yeah… I, erm… Okay focus Johnny," he motivated himself. Elsa patiently waited for him to gather his bearings. She had no idea why he would be nervous to talk to her. "I've been talking to Dracula about possibly flying Mavis from Transylvania over here to America so she could be my prom date," he started off in a hurried voice. "She won't be a problem and she'll help me with my DJ work."

Ah, so that's why he was so nervous.

As far as Elsa's perspective went Mavis was a sweet, curious, kind-hearted person — even if she was a vampire. Although she hadn't talked much to Mavis at the Halloween party; hell, her entire night was focused on a certain cheerleader; but regardless the vampire seemed trustworthy and Jonathan was an upright guy. "I don't see why not. As long as the two of you can maintain her identity so we don't have a panic I have no reason to tell you no," the Prince stated.

Neither of them considered that Mavis was a threat. She dressed like a gothic kid so it wouldn't be out of place in this modern day and age. "I doubt you'll have to worry about her. She's still learning about human culture and stuff, but she won't do anything that's too out there. She can kind of get away with if we lie about her not knowing any better because she's a foreigner."

That brought up a question on Elsa's end. "I know she's not going to try to eat anyone, but what about her diet? We've recently came into a significantly bigger budget but I don't know if we can import blood to prom without it looking shady," she replied.

Johnny chuckled. "Nah, you don't have to worry about Mavis' diet. Her dad has a thing about not drinking human blood since you don't know where it's been and it being too fatty. She's also in her training fangs, or whatever that's supposed to mean, so I don't think she can hunt humans effectively even if she wanted to. Monsters can eat a few human foods, but she'll probably eat before she comes." Elsa scribbled a note on her clipboard to have their DJ's ticket read student plus one guest. The two students discussed further preparations for the vampire that would be in their midst before all matters were finally taken care of. "Thanks Elsa. I really appreciate it. Mavis is going to flip out about going to a human prom. This is going to be the best prom ever!" Johnny said with a fist pump.

Satisfied with their conversation, Elsa returned to her duties in the halls. Very seldom had she found a slacker in the committee, which pleased her immensely. She wanted prom to be perfect. She had so many plans in store for herself and Anna. It would be the time where she pulled out all the stops: to lavish her beloved girlfriend with the world's increase; when she would confess her most private secret. It unnerved her a bit: for a secret that she kept from so many for so long to be revealed so suddenly. Would Anna feel angry, mad, hurt, or betrayed? "No, no, no! Stop that!" she berated herself. Then there was one option: would Anna feel… happy? Anna told her that she never cared that much for monetary things.

The heiress sighed as she turned down another mundane hall. So many thoughts… so many thoughts. A familiar face cut through the fog of her mental penitentiary. Mulan stroked the bridge between Mushu's small horns. Elsa saw the last remnants of the tiny guardian's tail glide into the green hoodie as soon as the dragon noticed her approach. The behavior hadn't register to Mulan until she saw Elsa headed her way. The two friends gave nervous half-smiles at one another. "Hey," they said in unintentional unison.

Spring break was next week and Mulan would use that time to officially leave for China. The air was uncharacteristically thick between the two. One would be gone while the other remained. "We… we should all do something. Maybe hang out as a way to send you off," Elsa offered.

Mulan protested. "I don't think that's a good thing to do. I don't want anyone else knowing that I plan on leaving," she said as she bit on her thumb's nail.

"We don't have to tell everyone the truth. Just gather a few friends together and have a little fun before you leave."

The black-haired teen thought about it more. "I guess it would make it easier to leave if I had a few fond memories to take with me," she said slowly.

The heiress took out her phone and sent out a massive group chat.

Elsa: Mandatory meet-up tomorrow. Have other plans? Too bad! No excuses!

Kristoff: Can I bring Merida?

Elsa: Sure.

Jack: All right. I didn't feel like going to practice anyway.

There was a substantial amount of confirmations, but a few others had complaints.

Esmeralda: I don't get paid until Friday!

Peter: Oh no ya don't. If my broke ass is going, so are you!

If she wanted to send Mulan off with fond memories of her friends she had to do something cheap.

Elsa: All right. I have a plan. We don't have to go to our usual hang out spots. Let's hang out at the park. There's plenty to do and we can take a few snacks from home to have a picnic.

Fiona: Sounds good to me.

While others remained in the group chat to discuss further details Mulan noticed that her friend seemed a bit distracted. "You okay?" she asked.

Elsa looked up from her cellphone. "Is it weird if I say yes and no?" she offered.

Mulan shook her head. "Something's gotta be eating you. What's wrong?" she asked.

"Thinking about prom."

"Ah. You're worried about all the preparations."

"It's not that. Don't get me wrong the preparations are a pain in the ass, but it's actually about Anna. I've decided to tell her who I really am; that I'm an Arendelle," she whispered the latter. "I'm a little nervous about the whole thing. Like, what if things change? I want to be honest and I want to have a meaningful relationship with her but the more I think about it, the more anxious I get," she said as she clutched onto her abdomen.

"Please don't barf in the halls," Mulan joked. The winter-blonde heiress lightly punched the girl in the shoulder. "All right, all right. No jokes. But seriously Elsa, you worry a lot when it comes to Anna. Anyone with eyes can see that no one else exists in you guys' world except each other."

"I guess you're right."

"I wish the Chinese military could have held off calling in my dad. I would love to see Anna's face when you tell her at prom," Mulan chuckled. She felt another punch in her shoulder.

Larcbost was known for its beautiful landscapes and wonderful mountains; but it held a high reputation for its marvelous parks. Thirty acres of wondrous greenery was dedicated to the town's most resplendent recreational region. Verdant foliage filled one corner of the eye to the other. Metal benches, tall playgrounds, and various courts for various activities filled the landmass. It was a different change of pace for the teens, but in a good way.

Many adults remained at their jobs. The main occupants of the park were elderly people enjoying the sights on the serenity of the park benches, and the children that remained nearby the multitude of playgrounds. It was a Tuesday so not many teens bothered with the beauty of parks so the clique had the run of the place.

Entering the park the group felt the warm caress of the evening breeze. The spring equinox was not due for another couple of weeks, but in spite of that, the weather yielded in favor of the warmer season. Wow. Even the sun was out. Way to go weather!

Most of the group travelled in mass via car. Everyone managed to get there — including Belle and Gaston. They weren't on speaking terms yet, but at least they showed up. The males of the group hustled out of the parking lot and ran the grassy fields. Peter stood proudly upon an unoccupied table. "I'm king of the castle, and you're a dirty-" his declaration was interrupted by the other rambunctious boys.

"Dog pile!" Jack and Kristoff tackled the youngest off of the table. Gaston ran in and decided to show the boys who the man really was.

Anna giggled at their childishness. "You don't want to defend your title my Prince," she asked.

Elsa had her arm wrapped around her girlfriend and looked between said girl, and her male friend. "Oh no, no, no. That's okay. I have my title and no one can take that from me. If they want to tackle each other to the ground and lose a few brain cells then who am I to take such a thing from my subjects?" She had no problem holding her own against Jack and Peter, and on a rare occurrence — Kristoff, but Gaston could keep at it for hours and not get tired. Besides, her friends loved to cheat.

The strawberry-blonde tittered at her girlfriend's response. "You're so noble and benevolent my Liege," she replied haughtily while using her hand as an implied fan.

Coraline stuck her finger in her mouth and made a gagging sound. "Gag me Your Majesties," she snorted. Esmeralda ruffled the freshman's blue hair and walked out of the parking lot.

While the boys tussled in the grass, the girls set up the food they brought for their picnic. Elsa's attention snapped over to the boys when she heard her cousin's outcry. "Elsa help! Kristoff's cheating! He's gonna break my arm," he whined.

The elder cousin shook her head. "Be a man Jackie. You got on that horse so you've gotta ride it," she reminded as she watched from afar.

Merida hissed as she watched her boyfriend floor the poor white-haired boy into the grass. "Tough love," she stated.

"He'll live. Kris isn't going to hurt him. Just rough him up a bit," the winter-blonde commented. Just as she spoke it, the buff blonde extended his hand out to the dazed freshman. "Told you." She replied. "He needs to pick his fights wisely. If he wants to be a show-off it should be in a sport where his scrawny ass is on fair ground."

Almost on cue a sharp, grating sound echoed from the nearby recreational courts. A group of local college students left the now vacate basketball court. Merida apparently had a similar thought. The Scot pursed her lips around two fingers and sent a high-pitched whistle to the rowdy males. "Oi lads! Who wants to shoots some hoops?" she shouted and thumbed over to the empty court.

One by one the members of the clique intrigued in playing the game environed the center circle: Mulan, Peter, Merida, Kristoff, Jack, Fiona, Elsa, and Anna. The latter surprised Elsa. "Uhm, Anna," she said as she tapped her girlfriend on the shoulder. The aforementioned teen looked at the winter-blonde. "You sure you want to play. Most of us are a competitive bunch when it comes to sports," she informed. Although she couldn't speak for Merida, since she was still getting to know the redhead, the years that the Scot made her life a living hell painted a vivid mental picture that the girl thrived on competition.

The statement alone fueled a flame in teal eyes. "Just because I'm a cheerleader doesn't mean I can't handle a little competition. I could beat you," she challenged.

Their friends snickered as the watched the couple go back and forth. "Is that a challenge I hear," the heiress asked her friends.

"This is gonna be interesting. Ten bucks on Anna," Jack said as he nudged Gaston in the ribs.

Elsa grinned as she saw that her fiery girlfriend wasn't about to back down. "All right, how about this: I won't make a fuss about all of us playing if you score one point on me," she offered.

"You're on babe," Anna chided with a glint in her eye.

The group dispersed and gave the girls plenty of room for the quick game. What should have took roughly a minute or two went on to about five. Elsa wasn't in her most competitive mode, but she wanted to give Anna a feel of what she really could do in a game, however, it didn't matter to the sprightly cheerleader.

She stole the ball not that long ago and the girls were close to the three-point line. Elsa was excellent on defense, but their short match had to end soon otherwise the others would never get the chance to play. That's when Anna got an idea. With the heiress close on her backside she yelped and winced as if she sprained her ankle. "Hey are you okay?" her girlfriend asked. Just as she leaned over in concern, the cheerleader brushed passed the winter-blonde and used the opportunity to make the shot.

Elsa face-palmed as everyone saw the ball go through the net. "You just fell for the oldest trick in the book!" Kristoff laughed.

"Should have seen that coming. I got played like a chump," she muttered.

Anna snickered. "Don't be so huffy. You were being stubborn and we'd end up playing forever at the rate we were going," she said as flashed an apologetic pout.

"You still cheated. Everyone I know loves to cheat at everything. What happened to old-fashioned honest play?" Elsa sighed.

Esmeralda pinched the pale teen's cheek. "Who are you: my nana? And to answer your question, you never said Anna had to score the point fairly," she teased and held the basketball in her hand. She wasn't about to join the game, but would assist as referee. The group divided in two teams as they huddled around the center circle. Team A: Elsa, Jack, Peter, and Merida. Team B: Kristoff, Anna, Mulan, and Fiona. "All right ladies and gents, I want a fair game meaning no tripping, no biting, no illegal possessions of the ball, no pushing, and for the love of God don't fucking punch each other again," she exasperated the last point. Anna raised a brow at the latter. Elsa mouthed an, I warned you, before the teams lined up at the midcourt line.

Esmeralda passed the ball to Coraline, who threw the ball up and set the game in motion. So far Team A was determined to make it their life's mission to put Team B to shame. Kristoff couldn't help but mock his friends. Who wouldn't with an eight-point lead? "You're worried about your girlfriend not being able to keep up and you can't even keep the ball. All of you are slow," he teased.

"That's easy to say when you have the fucking ninja on your team!" Jack retorted as he tried to catch his breath.

Merida patted the boy on his shoulder with a vengeance in her eyes. "Don't worry about lov'r boy ov'r there. He'll be singin' a different tune in a minute. I got the samurai," she chuckled. Elsa and Jack looked between each other. Note: don't fuck with the Scot.

Esmeralda began the next quarter when she set the ball in motion, and Merida stuck to her vow on putting her boy-toy in his place. Elsa knew the girl was ruthless, but never before was she more thankful that she was on Merida's team. Both Merida and Mulan seemed like they were in their own sparring match with the way they aggressively took the ball from the other. It took a team effort, but Team B was tied with Team A once Jack's narrow body pushed through Mulan's defenses.

Anna saw the arrogant look in her girlfriend's eyes and smacked Kristoff upside his head. "Take it from a redhead: don't piss us off stupid," she growled.

The poor blonde held his afflicted head and looked at the miffed cheerleader. "I'll take your word for it. I've got two of 'em on my ass," he muttered, earning another slap to the back of his head. "Ow! Es, call a foul!" he whined.

Esmeralda shook her head and looked away. "I ain't see nothing. You should know better anyways," she remarked.

"Unbelievable…"

The game resumed with both teams at each other's throats. Elsa had to admit it; it was fun to play against her girlfriend — unlike her last time when she was forced to play against her in gym last semester. The blood nose wasn't that bad, but she got sis-zoned that day: a fact that she'd rather forget. She shook the thought and focused on the game.

Sweat glistened down her forehead as her attention went from player to player. Merida and Jack were monopolizing the ball in order to get Mulan's attention away from the basket. The heiress backed away until she was nearby the three-point line. Immediately her eyes caught sight of the ball as it soared her way. Now that she had possession of the ball, she was in position to score — only there was one problem: Kristoff. Her movements began to get more agitated the more the blonde blocked her target. Damn him for being taller than her. In her irrational thinking she all out assaulted the boy's personal space and made the shot; yet her victory shot came at a price.

Coraline called her out on foul-play. Elsa offered her friend a helping hand all the while expressing her opinion on the call. "Foul play my ass. This is bullshit," she retorted. The teams debated among themselves on the call. Some were blinded to the attempted shot while others saw the invasive gameplay. Even Anna called her out on it. Un-freaking-believable.

Esmeralda remained a silent observer between the teams. Usually her best friend was one for fair play, and it was clear to practically everyone what happened. It astounded her that the girl wasn't going to let the matter rest easily. The heiress actually looked a little pissed off about it. That's when the Romani noticed the sheen glistening across the winter-blonde's forehead. It struck the tanned teen's curiosity. She walked over to Elsa. "Els, you okay?" she asked.

Elsa rolled her eyes and replied, "I'm fine," even though she was sweating profusely and lost her shirt in favor of her sports bra.

Jack caught on to what Esmeralda had implied as he noticed where the Romani's gazed trailed. He had more experience with his cousin when she got this way. He cupped her cheeks and pulled her face closer to his. Her pupils were extremely dilated. It was at that moment that he knew his cousin's hormones were working in overdrive. "I think we should take a break from the game. We're tied anyways," he offered as he began to walk off the court.

"Oh for the love of god. I'm fine!" Elsa insisted.

Kristoff stared at her inquisitively with his arms folded over his chest. He was actually there the last time Elsa lost control of her hormones. "Unless you want a repeat of freshman year, you need to let your body cool down sis!" he whispered as he passed her by.

Elsa froze in place as she looked between her friends on the court. Her eyes hovered upon Anna the longest though. She snarled and left the court in a heated and hormonal aggravation.

Time passed by sluggishly as each individual went off to do various things. Kristoff and Merida went on a hike in the adjacent sylvans; Belle went off on her own venture in the woods; Esmeralda, Anna, Coraline, and Mulan were nearby playing Frisbee. That left the rest scattered about the adjoining area to lounge and eat the foods that were brought for the picnic.

Elsa sat under a tree occupied by her cellphone. A shadow loomed over her and caught her attention. She looked up and saw her cousin readying himself to sit with her. The younger offered a brownie to the elder as they watched the clouds travel the skies.

Silence weighed heavily in the air until Jack commented on their predicament. "You've isolated yourself Els."

The heiress replied with a half-hearted, dry laugh. "Yeah, well what else is new?" she said with as much enthusiasm as her laughter.

Jack drew his cousin into a hug. "That's not funny. You may be the older cousin but you can talk to me too," he offered as he looked around to confirm that they were alone.

One minute passed; followed by another; until she finally opened her mouth. "I ruined our game," she sighed and banged the back of her head against the tree. Jack rolled his eyes but he let his relative continue with her tirade. "Every time I think I have control over my hormones they come back to bite me in the butt. I should have control over them!"

"Hey, no one has control over their hormones at our age," he said with a slick grin. When his frosty-blue eyes weren't met with his cousin's similar ones, he realized just how upset she was about her lack of control. "Come on Els. You've gotten so much better than you were three years ago."

Elsa looked absolutely petrified as she continued their talk. "I knocked Kristoff on his ass Jack! He's a big guy. What if I did that with someone Esmeralda's size, or Coraline, or…" The freshman's eyes lit up in revelation.

"You're worried about Anna."

The winter-blonde held her knees up to her chest. "I've been chasing after her for my entire high school life. Jack, I love her. I'm undeniably and deeply in love. I don't want to lose her," she admitted ardently.

Jack watched as he listened to his cousin pour her heart out to him. "Why don't you talk to Ms. Atlantica? She's a hermaphrodite too. She has to know something that could help you out. I don't know how she wouldn't know something about what you're going through at her age, right?"

The suggestion perked up the despondent teen as she scrolled through her contacts for her teacher's number. Her reaction made the boy's chest wheal in pride. For once he could return the advice and kindness that his cousin always offered him. "I hope she has some good advice for me. Until then I'm going to refrain myself from getting too intimate with Anna," she considered mentally. The thought sent a shiver down her spine. The last thing she wanted was to hurt Anna in that way. She felt a reassuring hand rub soothing motions against her shoulder.

After a lackluster week of prom planning and stress, the weekend was upon the teens. It was Friday night: the night of the party that Hans had invited the monarchial couple to. Miguel and Tulio hosted the event and their shared apartment. Most of the school was invited to the event, or at least those in the higher-grade levels. Gaston drove those in attendance in his car. He was invited to go, because who doesn't invite Gaston? Nobody that's who! Anyways, he offered to drive since he and Elsa shared a living space. He would have drove Kristoff to the party, but the blonde was so obdurately against attending that he opted out to go help Merida at her family's farm on the outskirts of town.

Elsa rolled her eyes at how the argument went down. "That boy is so petty," she murmured. In all honesty she was nervous to attend the party. She wanted her brother with her. Sure she had Gaston — and she was surrounded by friends — but she was raised around more conservative social gatherings. She was a socialite in her own right, but those parties were usually ritzy or business-related. In other words: this was her first high school party.

Leave it to Anna to notice her girlfriend's anxiety. As they exited the car Anna laced their fingers and placed a chaste kiss on the back of the girl's palm.

Once the couple opened the door, the party hosts introduced them as special guests. The partygoers gave a hearty Timberwolves' howl to their soon-to-be Prom King and Queen. Anna looked up at Elsa. "See, the pack isn't going to eat the Alphas," she giggled.

Gaston gestured to Elsa that he would have his eye on her. They might still be on rocky terms but he was still her bodyguard, and teenagers tended to lose their inhibitions at parties. She nodded for him to enjoy the party, but she knew that the hulking boy would still keep her in his visage ever so often. By the time they came to this silent pact the others in their midst had parted ways in favor of exploring the party scene.

Thus far Elsa enjoyed the party. Many of the students she knew were there and they treated her kindly. Some made excellent storytellers or jokesters. She could tell that a few were inebriated by the smuggled in booze. When she thought about it; was it really smuggling since Miguel and Tulio owned the apartment? It's not like he thwarted anyone at the party with the cheap liquor in hand. Both boys looked like they had knocked back a few drinks themselves. The star soccer players gallivanted the place as if they were almighty gods, and the praise that they received for their soccer skills only inflated their oversized male egos.

All in attendance pranced about between dancing, conversing, and games. In the median of the party the couple sat with their subjects in a game of Cards Against Humanity. As the game went on one of the students decided to introduce a new rule to the game. "… I'm just saying it would make things more interesting to have a prize at the end," he said as he wagged his eyebrows in mischief. Elsa was among the students who ignored the teen until he told his idea of what the prize should be. "Winner gets to make-out with whoever they want for seven minutes," she proposed.

Well that got everyone's attention. "So it's like Seven Minutes in Heaven meets Cards Against Humanity. Whoa boy we are all going to hell by the end of this party," one of the girls tittered.

At first the idea wasn't a big deal to the Arendelle heiress until she pondered the consequences. If someone else won then they could kiss her, or worse, Anna. Shit! Either she had to win or she had to help Anna win.

Clopin was the Card Czar, and read the black card aloud. "But before I kill you, Mr. Bond, I must show you-," he prompted. Everyone skimmed through their deck and placed down a white card. The Romani looked through the cards before laughing. "Okay, okay. Who's the one who had Harry Potter erotica?" Laughter went around the table before Anna raised her hand. A few eyes went between the couple. "My, my. Princess Anna you are quite the naughty girl; isn't she Elsa," he teased as she nudged his elbow in the Prince's rib.

The game continued after another round of laughter went out at Elsa's expense. A few turns passed before Anna noticed a distinct pattern in the way Elsa played. It took every ounce of willpower for her not to laugh, but she found it adorable that her girlfriend wouldn't even entertain the idea of sharing her with anyone else — not like she would allow any of the other players to kiss her. She decided to assist Elsa in her endeavor. And thanks to their combined efforts they managed for Anna to win the game.

Many eyes were set upon the two girls after the round had finished. Anna switched her attention between the partygoers and her girlfriend. Apparently they weren't joking about the end-game prize. Anna walked over to the winter-blonde and placed a simple peck on her Prince's cheek. Disappointed grumbles came from a few people at the table. "Well what were you expecting?" she teased.

Chants for the girls to make-out resounded from the teens. One of them even had the gall to state the need to see tongue action. Elsa face-palmed at the response. "Our relationship is the holy grail for the sexually deprived," she snorted.

"You guys are my OTP," one student stated.

"Yeah, I ship it too," another agreed.

Elsa face-palmed again. Her attention was brought back to reality when she felt a pair of hands cup her jawline. She was forced to look up at the strawberry-blonde, and there was nothing for her to do but get lost in those teal eyes and return the kiss placed upon her lips. The background noise of their rowdy peers was muted in their intimate space. Guess it wasn't a bad type of peer pressure after all; and it's not like they were doing something they hadn't done before.

Once the girls managed to pry themselves apart they went into another round of the card game. This time Anna made herself comfortable as she cuddled in Elsa's lap. In this round they both lost. One of the students at the table cast a curious glance towards the couple.

The boy flinched when the Prince gave him a warning glare that clearly stated, "I will fuck you up in the worst way!" if he attempted to touch the Princess. He gave up and decided to target another girl at the table.

Anna inched out of her girlfriend's lap before another round commenced. She walked over to a student and asked her where the bathroom was. Soon afterwards she headed to the aforementioned bathroom upstairs. Elsa watched this go on from her seat and decided to sit the match out in favor of waiting for her girlfriend's return.

What should have took a couple of short minutes turned into quite a few long minutes. Elsa got up from the table and searched the apartment.

Refreshed from her trip to the upstairs bathroom, Anna decided that she should return to the party below, but before she could get too far from the door she felt a pair of familiar hands clasped over her eyes. "Elsa, what are you doing?" she giggled and held her fingers against the hands that blocked her vision.

"Can't I have a little payback for when you did this to me?" she whispered in the cheerleader's ear.

As soon as Anna heard Elsa's voice she stopped laughing. "Are you okay? You're voice is deeper than usual," she asked.

Elsa bit her lip and fumbled with a reasonable excuse. She knew she should have thought this plan out further. An idea came to mind. "Yeah I'm fine, it's just that when we were making out earlier it kind of left me a bit horny. You know how my voice can get a little bass if there's too many hormones in my system," she whispered, her warm breath brushing against Anna's neck.

Anna flushed at the confession. "We're at a party Elsa. I can't do anything about it right now," she said. She shivered when she felt a trail of kisses on the back of her neck.

"Come on. It's a party. Everyone's pretty drunk right now. We could find a place to have a little fun and get back before anyone notices that we're gone," the Prince stated as she continued her ministrations.

Her florid face brightened the more she thought about the situation. It wasn't her first high school party, and student did tend to get extremely drunk. Plus she had her own hormones in her system; although she could never understand the increase in her libido as of late. She looked over to the girl who lavished her neck with kisses. "All right, but we cannot get caught," she said as she allowed the winter-blonde to lead her to another part of the apartment.

Downstairs, Elsa stumbled across her bodyguard with a beer in hand in the kitchen. "How many of those have you had?" she asked.

Gaston snorted at the question. "I haven't even finished one mom," she snorted as he and a few other guys began to set up a game of beer pong.

The heiress rolled her eyes at his behavior, not like it surprised her. "Since I'm in here: has anyone in here seen Anna," she asked.

Most of the boys in the kitchen scratched their heads in thought while others shrugged their shoulders. One of them suddenly remembered something. "Oh yeah. I saw her upstairs a few minutes ago. She was talking with somebody, but I don't know who," an intoxicated guy, Kronk, said as he poured the beers into the plastic, red cups.

Curious, and a tad paranoid, Elsa heads upstairs in search of her girlfriend. She passed the bathroom once she got upstairs and found it empty. As she continued her search she heard her girlfriend's voice, accompanied by another. The only thing wrong with that is how Anna sounded. She sounded… turned on? It sounded like she was being the ever-loving temptress that she was, but to another. What the fuck is going on?!

Elsa calmed herself before she jumped the gun. Maybe Anna was joking around with another student? She joked around with Esmeralda in the same fashion on several occasions so maybe Anna was with a friend? Well, enough with the questions. Time to get to the bottom of this. Her footsteps echoed down the hallway until she turned into another one; and what she saw next both broke and stopped her heart all at once.

Hans was pressed against the wall looking completely horrified as Anna indulged herself in the physical contact between them. She had her lips buried in Hans' neck until he hissed out in pain and stumbled out of her grip. This snapped Anna out of her lust as she too looked mortified at who she was with. She was with Elsa, wasn't she? Why was she with Hans? What the fuck is going on?!

Pained sobs snapped the pair to the winter-blonde down the hall. "Wh-what the fuck Hans?! Anna…" Elsa hesitated with a broken voice as she backed away, "Anna, how could you? Yo-you ch-cheated on m-m-me with Hans!" she choked out between her sniveling.

Both redheads looked terrified at being caught by the devastated heiress. Hans staggered to his feet, taking delicate measures not to damage the wristwatch he wore, as he pleaded his innocence.

Anna looked more confused than Elsa. It just now registered that the heiress was actually down the hall and not who had touched intimately. "No. No, wait. Elsa this isn't. It's not what it-" before she could finish, Elsa fled down the hallway with inhuman speed.

Tears blurred everything in eyesight and sound deafened by the blare of wind created by the force of speed she traveled. If she could, she would hear the sounds of both Anna and Hans calling out to her, but she didn't want to hear anything, she didn't want to see anything, she didn't want to feel anything.

Running on autopilot, she went to the one source of trust she instinctually knew amid the partygoers.

Gaston was about to have his turn at beer pong until felt something soft and wet dampen his red polo shirt. He looked down and found Elsa clung to his torso. "T-take me home," she whimpered.

By every definition of the word, he was as manly as they came so he was confused when his friend asked him to take her home. "Mother of God, you look terrible. What the hell happened?" he asked the downcast teen.

"I'm your boss and I said take me home! NOW!" she ordered in a querulous manner.

Elsa never threw a temper tantrum like this since childhood so it stunned Gaston to see her act like a self-entitled brat. He wasn't the smartest guy, but he knew hurt when he saw it. Whatever upset her must have been really bad.

Gaston's bodyguard training kicked in immediately as he barked out threats to every male present to keep their mouths shut and pretend that they saw nothing. Any curious eyes that tried to get a glance at what had unfolded were quickly thwarted by the burly teen's massive physique. For a moment, he thought he heard Anna try to catch up to them, and he paused in consideration that Elsa would want her girlfriend taken home. "Elsa…" he started as he opened the car door.

"Drive," Elsa demanded; and Gaston did just as she commanded.

(A/N: Oh my gods, run for yo life! DX *does freaking leap of faith into the captain's quarters and bolts the door closed* Holy shit don't murderize my face. X( I don't even know what I can say to y'all down here, but on the flip side I can tell you guys that you ain't gonna like the next chapter either. I've been giving you guys the Lovestruck portion of the story, so it's time to get to the Frostbitten part. Angst ahoy! See you next time.)