A/N: Warning! Mentions of suicide and other stuff, but nothing serious. (I mean, suicide is serious. Please, seek help if you consider ending your life.)

only-looking: Glad you liked it! There'll big a lot of trouble, I can already promise you that. And spanking you say? *wink wonk* Might as well include that in the future.

A sigh escaped Cassandra's lips as she turned her head back. Maybe it's just her imagination, but she was entirely sure that the blond looking back at her was her teacher, Elsa Andersen, the most stunningly beautiful and kind woman on the globe.

But it was nothing more than a little platonic daydream, and Cassandra knew that. Elsa is her teacher, and she's her student. An affair between them would be one of the most sinful things Cassandra has ever done. Besides, why would Ms. Andersen want to be with such a broken mess as her?

She knew she couldn't fall in love with her, and yet Cass felt that weird feeling in her stomach that was so incredibly pleasant and painful each time she looked at the blonde. Their lessons didn't help either. She got to stare at the heavenly blonde and listen to her talking three times a week, which didn't ease her situation.

A small, knowing giggle from Zara interrupted the young student. "I know that look. You like her, don't you?"

"What? N-no!" The young girl protested, more like stuttered. "Mom, it's more complicated than you might think."

Her mother hummed and turned on the engine. Their painfully slow journey to their home just began. "I don't see it as a big deal. You can just pull her aside at school and tell her you like her. The whole thing is as easy as that."

Cassandra didn't even know where to look in shame. Her cheeks flushed deep red, and she failed to form words. Only a single "Mom!" left her, then somehow she managed to collect her thoughts. It was hard to create any coherent words since she was in the greatest confusion in her entire life. "It's not that easy. I have no idea if she's into me or not. Besides, she doesn't know me that well, and I'm sure she's not gay."

"Darling, if you like Anna, just tell her. I don't want to see my daughter broken-hearted, but you have nothing to lose."

"A-Anna?!" Cassandra's heart might have skipped a beat at the thought, and not because she likes the redhead more than a friend. This whole teacher and student thing were starting to get too dramatic for her liking, but maybe it was better this way. Her gentle feelings towards her teacher shall remain a secret. "I-um..." She gulped as her legs trembled with embarrassment and the fear of anyone finding out her feelings. "T-thanks mom f-for your advice."

"You are welcome, sweetie. Anna is a good girl, so I understand why you like her. Sure, you are an introvert, and she's more of the extrovert type, but you know how they say it. Opposites attract. And I'm sure you'd make a lovely couple." As her blush deepened, Cassandra had no idea of what she just got herself into.

"Good morning, class!" Elsa said and smiled as she entered her classroom. She looked around to see her students and expected everyone to be in their seats. She saw Belle sitting at the front with Jasmine, followed by Gaston and Aladdin. Then there was only Kristoff, and then Anna with...no one.

The teacher's heart skipped a painful beat as she realized that Cassandra is not in school today. Perhaps she got sick, or maybe she's late again. But then Elsa thought of the worst: what if Cassandra decided to change school? She wasn't sure if she can handle that.

Either way, it was time to do her work. For now, Elsa pushed all thoughts about the student out of her mind. Then her first of many classes of the week began.

After an endless hour, the bell finally rang, and the students began to leave. Elsa asked Anna to stay for a few minutes. This way, she can find out what happened to Cassandra. "So um...where is Cassandra?"

"Well..." The younger sister nervously giggled. "She asked me not to tell anyone, but you are my sister, and I'm sure she trusts you. I mean, I trust you, so I'm sure she does too. I'm not saying that it's a good reason, but I don't think there's any other and what I'm trying to say is that she couldn't come because something happened to her and now she's seeing the school therapist, Mrs. Fitzherbert."

"Therapist? But why?" Elsa couldn't understand. Cassandra appeared as a strong, confident young woman who's scared of no one. But of course, everyone has their own problems, and the blonde understood that.

The redhead shrugged. She spent a decent amount of time with her friend, but Cassandra was always so distant when it came to her mental health. Of course, Anna has asked her about it before, but Cass never gave her an honest answer. "I don't know. Can I go now? I don't want to be late for my next class."

"Yes, of course. Have a great day."

Elsa sat down at her desk with a sigh. There's more to Cassandra than she first thought, and for an unknown, sinful reason, she wants to know more about her. She sat in her seat for a few moments before she let her students in, and her next class started.

"So..." Mrs. Fitzherbert bit her lip as she took a look at her new patient's results. "Your tests for depression and anxiety are positive. Also, you still have suicidal thoughts after a few months of a failed suicide attempt. And it's all because of your father."

"Yes, Mrs. Fitzherbert." The student nodded. "But now my parents are divorced, and we moved away with my mother."

"Rapunzel. Just call me Rapunzel." The therapist smiled, which her patient seemed to appreciate. "So, Cassandra. I suggest we start with smaller, more positive things before jumping right in the middle. I want you to trust me before we talk about those nasty, painful things. How about you tell me about your hobbies?"

"I like to read." Cass smiled. This topic and Rapunzel's kindness helped her relax a little. "But maybe it's more of an addiction than a hobby to me. Sometimes I stay up late because I can't put my books down even when I have classes early in the morning. Clearly, a bad habit of mine." The therapist chuckled but didn't interrupt her. "I-I don't think there's anything else. Or maybe there is? I enjoy playing basketball, but I haven't had a chance to play in ages."

"We have a basketball team in Arendelle High, and physical activity is good for your mental health. Why don't you join?"

"Hans Westergaard," Cass said without any sign of hesitation.

"Pardon me; you are absolutely right." They shared a quick laugh. Cassandra usually hated therapists. They always told her what to do and what not to do, but she always listened to them and did as they said. After she managed to get away from her father's claws, she decided to change for the better, even if that meant reaching out to a professional. "But don't let others hold you back from doing what you love. Think a little more positively, and you'll see the light in everything you do."

"I'll think about it."

A/N: Sooooo...

What do you think? I think the fact that Cass tried to end her life is a little bit surprising, but after the previous chapter, it's definitely not unexpected.