Oh god. Another morning, another school day, another day of hell. At least, for Elsa. Being school as the school's biggest dork absolutely sucked. But not as much as having no friends to help you get through it all. Yep, that's right. Elsa's the school's biggest loser, no friends and no life.

Elsa groaned as she moved to get up and prepare for school. If she were normal, she would be excited and be looking forward to go to school and see her friends. Problem is, she doesn't have any friends and the only only thing she could look forward to is the bullying from the cheer squad.

Elsa sighed as she finished with her hygiene necessities and moved on to her wardrobe. Of all the bullying she received, she liked the cheerleaders the best. At least they didn't spread rumors like the jocks and drama club nerds. The venom that came from their mouths was completely true. But, who was Elsa kidding? The real reason she liked the bullying from the cheer squad was their leader, Anna Summers.

Elsa shimmied into her skinny jeans and threw on a shirt that said, 'You Just Got PWNED'. Bullying is bullying, but for some reason, Anna is the one person who isn't as hard on her as the others.

Elsa threw on a jacket and made her way to her school. Another morning, another day at school, another day of hell, another day of seeing Anna.

...

"I don't know, Belle. I guess I just like Kristoff as a friend," Anna talked into her cell phone as she waited for her friend to pick her up to drive her to school.

"Ugh. Anna, you have to date SOMEONE. If you were anymore antisocial, you'd be like Elsa," Belle chuckled from the phone.

Anna nervously bit her lip. "Yeah... Wouldn't want to end up like that loser. It's just that no one catches my eye."

Now, that was a lie. Anna knew for a fact that she always had a certain someone on her mind. Belle sighed through the phone. "Don't worry. I'll match-make you with someone if it's the last thing I do. Oh, I have to go. Gaston's calling me. Smooches."

"Smooches," Anna replied before hanging up the phone. Anna smiled as she finally saw her ride arrive. "Hey, Cousin."

Olaf flashed his signature grin. "Sup, Anna-kins. Need a ride?"

Anna rolled her eyes as she climbed into the passenger seat. "I don't know why I put up with you."

Olaf pretended to think before counting off on his fingers." Because we're family. Because I'm a joy to hang out with. Because of my rugged good looks. Or maybe it's because you need someone to vent your feelings to about a certain blonde 'loser'"

Anna's face turned a deep shade of red. "I do not have a crush on that loner!"

"So when you said that you'd love to run your fingers through her gorgeous hair—"

"Shut up! I was just admiring her ONE good quality."

Olaf smirked. "What about the other 5000 qualities that you admire everyday?"

Olaf pulled the car to a stop at a traffic light. Anna huffed as she crossed her arms. "Please. I'm way out of her league. Besides, it'd be social suicide if I dated her."

Olaf sighed at his cousin's stubbornness as he put the car back into motion. "Whatever."

Anna raised a brow at her cousin's behavior and attitude. "What's your problem?"

"You know, Anna? Sometimes you act like a real bi—"

Anna screamed as the car suddenly lurched forward before coming to a stop. Olaf quickly jumped out of the car to apologize to the pedestrian that he almost hit. "Oh my god. I am so sorry."

Olaf put a hand on the petrified Elsa's back. "I honestly didn't see you there. Wait. You're Elsa Andersen, right?"

The mortified blonde nodded. Olaf smiled. "Let me make it up to you by driving you to school. It's the least I could do."

Before the blonde could protest, Olaf lead Elsa to his car and opened the door for her. Elsa, hesitantly got into the car. It was the first time anyone had actually showed her kindness. "Elsa. Meet my cousin, Anna. Though I'm sure you already know her."

Anna was shocked at Olaf's actions. She knew what Olaf was trying to do, but she wasn't going to prove him right. She absolutely, did not have feelings for Elsa. "She knows me. Don't you, Geek?"

Elsa frowned and looked down. "Yeah."

Olaf grimaced. "I'm sorry for her behavior, Elsa." He leaned closer and fake-whispered, "She's on her period."

Elsa let a giggle escape as Anna gasped in surprise. "I am not! I—"

"Oh, look. We're here," Olaf interrupted Anna. "Out of my car you go."

...

"He did not," Belle gasped.

Anna nodded her head. "He did. Gave her a ride to school. I had to breathe the same air as her for 5 minutes."

All of the cheerleaders at the table gasped. Esmeralda spoke up. "I am so sorry, hun. I hope you didn't catch a case of loser-itis."

All of the girls snickered. Anna frowned. She still felt guilty for her actions. The girl DID almost get hit by a car. "I think I should invite her over here for lunch."

Collective gasps arose from the squad. Jasmine spoke, "Holy crap, you did get infected."

Anna shrugged her shoulders. "If you won't accept her over here, I'll sit with her."

Anna picked up her lunch tray. Her eyes scanned the cafeteria until they landed on a lonely blonde, sitting by herself. Anna walked over to Elsa's table, every step increasing her chances of 'social suicide'. "Can I sit here?"

Elsa looked around before pointing to herself. "You talking to me?"

Anna rolled her eyes before responding. "No. I'm talking to the other winter-blonde sitting by herself."

Elsa blushed. "Of course you can."

Anna sat down at the table. She glanced at the blonde's T-shirt. "You like Minecraft? That's my favorite video game."

Elsa's eyes widened. "No way. That's MY favorite video game of all time. I play for hours. You know, cuz I have no life."

Anna lightly chuckled. "You're kinda funny. Who would've thought? Me, bonding with the school's biggest loser."

The blonde's face gained a red tint. "Does-does this mean that we're friends now?"

Anna pretended to think for a moment. "Maybe. If you can beat my high score in Minecraft."

Elsa smirked, confidence suddenly flowing through her. "Oh, yeah. In that case, we're basically already friends."

Anna laughed. A small part of her that Anna rarely acknowledged hoped that one day, she and Elsa could be more than friends. But until then, it was just another school day, another day of hell, another budding relationship.