A/N: Hey guys! I'm really sorry this update has taken so long but school has been absolutely insane lately and has taken up so much of my time it's insane.

I wanted to tell you guys there's a musical aspect to this chapter for those of you who want to take a look into my thought processes. I mentioned in an earlier chapter the MST's made a rock version of "Let It Go", and I was happy to let you all imagine it how you wanted it to sound. Well the other day I was bored and decided to see if I could find a rock cover of the song just for myself. After about a half hour of searching I was about to give up when I saw this video. Not thinking it would be anything special I clicked on the link and guys, when I tell you this is exactly what I imagined the song sounding like when I made up the MST's I'm not exaggerating. So if you want to hear the song you can either YouTube "Demi Lovato- Let It Go (Frozen) [Metal Cover] OR for those of you on Tumblr, I'll make an audio post of the song. For those who don't follow me, my name is "thedoctorspersonalblogger"

Enjoy the chapter guys, I hope it was worth the wait :)

"Anna I told you already, I can't do anything until I finish this model for my project!" Elsa said into the phone she had expertly balanced between the crook of her neck and shoulder, forming a lump of clay. "Oh come on Els, I've barely seen you since the Halloween party. You missed the last two LIG meetings and Belle did not seem very happy about your absence. She looked like she wanted to talk to you about something important."

Elsa knew it was true. Realizing how far behind she had fallen on her project, Elsa had imposed a near 24 hour isolation upon herself until she was caught up to where she wanted to be. It had been nearly 2 weeks and Elsa was missing her new family, and judging by Anna's tone they missed her too. "I know Anna, and I want to be there with you guys, but this project is so important for my future, and you do want me to do good things don't you?" The cute sigh she heard from the other end made Elsa smile. She did miss her Little, and it was just as hard for her to stay away as it was for Anna. "That's what I thought. I'll call you later okay shortie? I gotta get back to work. Maybe we can grab dinner or something later."

"No way, I've got something even better planned. Get back to your project Els, do good things."

Hearing a click indicating the call was over, Elsa tucked her phone back into her pocket and turned her attention back to the mound of modeling clay in her hand. 'I wonder what she meant by that? What is she up to?' Elsa wondered as she put the clay down on the table, got up and went to her computer, pressing the play/pause button.

A slow piano melody filled the studio as Elsa sat back down at the bench. The soft voice of the lead singer filled her ears and Elsa smiled and picked up the piece of clay she had been working on, meticulously crafting the formless lump of clay into a tiny bush.

'…A kingdom of isolation, and it looks like I'm the queen…'

Elsa stopped what she was doing and let the lyric set in. How many times had she listened to this song, this particular line? How many times had she been able to identify with the message? 100? 1000? She didn't know. But somehow this time it was different. For the first time, Elsa didn't feel alone.

"Well look at that Snowie. You finally melted."

"I never thought that name suited you ya know." Elsa spun around to find Belle standing in the doorway looking around the room, chuckling softly to herself. "Wow this brings back memories. I remember the first time I visited you here. Freshman year. You hadn't been back to the room for a few days and I got worried so I came looking for you."

Elsa smiled as she got up to turn off the music. Belle had never liked the MST's, and if she had made the trip up the hill, it must have been important. "Yeah I remember that. You brought me chocolate ice cream and we sat on the floor and talked for hours.

"Oh, that reminds me!" Belle reached into her bag and pulled out two pints and two spoons of Elsa's favorite ice cream. "Got a minute?" Elsa looked at her friend. It had been a long time since they had talked, just the two of them.

'She came all the way up here to see you. The least you can do is talk to her for a few minutes.'

Elsa stepped forward and took one of the containers. "How could I say no to someone who brought me ice cream? Let's talk."

And talk they did. They talked about classes, family problems, movies they had seen, post graduation plans, dreams for the future. Three years of information came spilling out and before either girl knew it, three hours had passed. Elsa couldn't remember the last time she had had such a good conversation with her former roommate. "Ya know Belle, I never told you the real reason I practically lived up here freshman year." Taking the brunette's confused look as a sign to continue, Elsa took a deep breath. "From the first day you started dating Gaston, I knew he would be nothing but trouble. I could never pinpoint exactly what it was about him that bothered me, but there was always one little nagging feeling in the back of my head telling me not to trust him. It killed me slowly every time I saw you together. He never looked at you the way you looked at him. It destroyed me because you wouldn't listen to me when I tried to tell you. That night you found him cheating and came back crying was the best and worst night of my life because you had finally seen him for what he truly was. A douchewad and a cheat."

Belle just looked at her former roommate. In all the years they had known each other, Elsa had never opened up to her so fully before. "Elsa. I know I can't go back to that time, no matter how badly I want too. I would take it all back. I would take back the wall he drove between us. I would take back all the fights we had. I would especially take back the nights I spent worried about you when you didn't come back to the room so I could apologize." Looking away, Belle blinked back the tears that threatened to escape. "I stayed up all night sometimes praying I would see you walk through the door safely. I could have cared less if you snapped at me, bitched about Gas…the douche, or said nothing at all for that matter. I wouldn't have cared. Despite what you might think, I really did, and do, care about you and your feelings a lot, even if I didn't show it much." Belle turned towards Elsa who was struggling with her own tears at this point. "I know it probably doesn't mean much anymore but I really do feel bad, and I am so sorry for everything."

Elsa lost it completely, Belle following immediately. Sliding closer together, the girls sat side by side in the middle of the studio, letting their tears flow. When they had cried themselves dry, the girls sat in a comfortable silence, neither one completely sure how long they sat there. Taking a shallow, shuttering breath, Elsa broke the ice, "Well, at least you found a winner now. Adam seems like a great guy."

Belle smiled weakly, obviously not thinking about Adam at that moment. "Yeah he's great. I really like him a lot."

Elsa could tell there was something on Belle's mind. Taking a deep breath and trying to find the right words, Elsa put a hand on Belle's shoulder. "Belle, why did you really come here?"

Belle blinked back her surprise. Elsa always had been good at reading people, and Belle was horrible at keeping her emotions hidden for long. Not knowing where to begin, Belle took a deep breath and asked, "How's Anna?"

Elsa blinked back her own surprise. What did Anna have to do with this? "Um, she's fine thanks. I'm preparing her gift for the big Christmas party in a few weeks. I think she really going to like it." Elsa blurted, suddenly very aware of the look Belle was giving her. "Why do you ask?"

Belle felt as if her stomach was trying to escape from her body. She had never seen Elsa light up as brightly as she did when she talked about Anna. Confirming her worst fears, Belle forced herself to continue. "Elsa, what would you say your relationship with Anna is?"

Elsa blushed despite herself. What were they exactly? They had never really talked about their official titles, but as far as Elsa was concerned they were dating. Judging by Belle's expression, Elsa felt the answer she had been about to give wasn't what Belle wanted to hear. Elsa's silence told Belle everything she needed to know. "Oh Elsa."

Elsa felt the anger creep up her spine. "What? What is the big deal? I am happy. Really truly happy. For the first time in forever, I wake up every morning with a smile. She makes me happy Belle, really happy. I don't know why this is a problem! If anyone would be happy for me, of all people I thought it would it would be you!"

"Elsa I…"

"No tell me Belle. I really want to know. What is your problem with this? Are you homophobic or something?"

"What?! No! I…"

"Are you jealous?"

"Elsa I'm not…"

"Belle! Tell me!"

"It's not my call alright?! It's the sorority's rule!" Elsa blinked back her surprise. Seeing the surprised look on her friends face, Belle continued, treading very carefully on the obviously fuming girl. "I didn't believe it either. But I read that damn manual cover to cover and sure enough, it's a rule, made by LIG Headquarters. I wouldn't have even known about the rule if Hans hadn't…"

"Hans?! You're doing this on Hans' word?!" Elsa got up from her position next to the brunette and crossed the room angrily. "Get out."

Belle wasn't sure what she was hearing. "Elsa I can't…"

"I said GET OUT!" Elsa roared, turning towards the stunned brunette, fury raging in her eyes. "I never want to speak to you again you traitor!"

Belle could feel the tears spring to her eyes. Scrambling to her feet and turning to the door, she looked over her shoulder sadly. "Elsa I swear. I love you and I want you to be happy. Try to remember that." And with that, Belle shuffled out of the room defeatedly.

Elsa stood staring at the empty door for a few minutes, desperately trying to process what Belle had said. 'We can't be together? Why not?! What's the big deal? If she makes me happy and I make her happy it shouldn't matter. Probably one of those archaic rules from when the rules were first written. Goddammit!' Elsa lost control and felt herself slamming her fists down on the table, pain instantly registering and shooting up her arm, though it was nothing compared to the pain she was feeling inside. Lifting her fists from the table, Elsa felt something sticky cling to her clenched fist. Turning her hand over, Elsa saw the squished lump of clay she had been working prior to her visitor. 'Perfect. Just perfect. Now I have to start over.' Trying and failing to blink back the tears that threatened to escape, Elsa put her face in her hands as a tear rolled down her cheek. 'Damn it Belle. Why couldn't you have let this go?'

'017…019…021. There we are!' Anna thought as she approached the door she was searching for, still astounded how long it had taken her to find the correct door. Located in the basement of the building, each studio served a group of 4 or 5 students who were assigned to each room for the year. But Elsa was different. Every year the Board of Directors selected one freshman who showed incredible work ethic and dedication to the advancement of themselves and their career to receive a special scholarship. This scholarship granted the recipient with additional financial aid as well as a private studio for their entire undergraduate careers at the university. Elsa had told Anna this the night the girls had gone for hot chocolate. Anna had been firing a million questions at the blonde could barely form responses fast enough to keep up.

Knocking quickly on the door in her traditional rhythm, Anna called out, "Elsa? It's me Anna. Open up, I have a surprise for you! Come on open up!" Waiting another moment outside the door, Anna began to grow worried. Reaching for the door knob Anna was surprised to find the metal handle turned easily in her hand. Taking a deep breath, Anna pushed the door open and was instantly bombarded by an icy blast of air rushing past her. 'Jesus why is it so cold in here? Does she have the air on? It's the middle of November!'

Looking around the room, Anna was shocked by the sheer size of it. The once sterile and boring walls were littered with posters and pictures. Anna's eyes wandered along the walls admiring the collection that popped against their plain backing. 'MST's, Rolling Stones, Van Halen, Daft Punk. Damn this girl has impeccable taste in music.'

Continuing her saunter around the room, Anna's eyes fell on the most impressive model she had ever seen. Slowly approaching the model, Anna was astounded by the amount of details Elsa had put into the model. Looking more like a castle than a modern building, the structure was full of towers shooting off the sides, almost the way ice formed. On the table next to the model Anna saw a series of papers with streams of ever shade of blue and purple and greens Anna had ever seen. At the top of the paper, written in Elsa's perfect handwriting was "I.P. Color Schemes" 'I.P. I'll have to ask Elsa what that stands for.'

Looking up from the brightly colored page, Anna's eyes fell on a framed picture. Picking the picture up to examine the image more closely, Anna couldn't help but smile. Two people smiled up at her from behind the glass frame. Elsa, obviously years younger, her ice blue eyes shone behind platinum blonde bangs. 'She even looks adorable with bangs' Shifting her attention to the stranger in the photo, Anna couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance he and Elsa shared. They had the same piercing blue eyes and what Anna assumed the same color, though the young man's hair was buzzed short. The way the young man and Elsa looked at each other nearly broke Anna's heart, their gazes full of love and admiration, Anna had never seen Elsa happier. Noticing a few letters on Elsa's shirt, Anna struggled to identify the wording on the shirt. 'N-A-…damn it what does that say?!'

"His name was Jack." Anna jumped at the voice behind her. Elsa stood in the door, jacket in hand, sadness clouding her eyes. Crossing the room, Elsa took the picture from Anna's shaking hands. "My cousin. Well I say cousin. He was more like my big brother. My best friend." Taking a deep breath, Elsa looked down at the picture. "He joined the Navy right after he finished high school. My uncle was in the Navy for years and Jack had always dreamed of following in his dad's footsteps." Blinking back the tears, Elsa put the picture down and looked at Anna, tears filling the redheads eyes in sympathy. "One night while Jack was out on patrol there was a freak storm. The captain didn't see the rocks until they were slicing through the hull of the boat. There were no survivors." Anna felt the tears escape her eyes. "I lost the most important and amazing person that night. Jack was always there for me, believed I could do anything I set my mind to. He's the reason I'm studying to be an architect. I always wanted to build things but no one ever believed I would make it because I'm a girl. But Jack always told me I could do anything I set my mind to, that he believed in me. I think he still does."

Anna took Elsa's hands comfortingly, pulling them close to her chest. "Elsa I am so sorry, I had no idea." A pause and suddenly Anna's eyes widened in a realization. "Was Jack the one who hurt you all those years ago? Is that why you have problems letting people in?"

Elsa blinked and swallowed hard. "He promised me he would always be there for me and he broke that promise, the most important anyone ever made. I know it wasn't his fault and he didn't mean to, but I get so scared of anyone getting too close. I can't risk the heartbreak again." 'Which is why what I'm about to say so much harder.' "Anna I think we…"

Elsa stopped mid-sentence when Anna let go of her hands and began digging into a bag Elsa hadn't noticed sitting next to the girl. Elsa felt a plastic container being forced into her hands. The heavenly aroma of chocolate hit Elsa's nose as she looked down at Anna's famous chocolate layer cake. Elsa looked at Anna in surprise and was met by a small blush spreading across Anna's cheeks. "You know what they say. Every problem can be fixed with chocolate. Granted I didn't think it would be serving this purpose when I made it, but I'm glad I did." Rushing to envelop the blonde in the tightest and most comforting hug possible, Elsa felt her breath hitch at the contact. She hadn't realized how much she needed the contact, and how much worse she felt knowing they couldn't be together.

Gathering her courage, Elsa opened her mouth to speak, to say the words she was sure she would live to regret. But before she could make a sound, Elsa heard Anna whisper something against her shoulder.

"I love you Elsa and I'm never going to leave you."

'Damn it! God damn it! Why does she have to be so perfect and sweet? And good to you? What have you done to deserve her? Nothing. Absolutely nothing and she still wants to be with you.' A realization flashed through Elsa's mind. 'She wants to be with you. And you want to be with her. So who has to know? For all anyone needs to know you're just really close friends. I mean, girls get clingy with their best friends right? It could totally work! I'm sorry Belle, but you are not going to screw this up for me. I'm going to be happy for once in my life.'

Placing a gentle kiss on Anna's forehead, Elsa smiled down at the younger girl. "Thank you Anna. You're far too good for me. Now." Elsa indicated to the container full of chocolate cake sitting on the table. "I know you didn't climb those god forsaken stairs just to listen to my sob story. Break out that cake and get comfy. We have lots to catch up on."

Anna smiled but looked confused. "But, what about your project? You said yesterday you were really behind."

"Anna, some things in life are more important than a project. A beautiful redhead who brings you chocolate cake definitely falls under that category. Now, did you bring forks with you or am I going to have to eat this with my hands?"