A small, 500 or so word-drabble, but I'll count it as a one-shot. They're are no names on purpose. This is my little gift to the fanfiction community for now, as my chances of updating in the next two months are very, very slim. Which is a sad thing. Sigh.

Hope you enjoy this fluff. I actually can't write romance very well, but hey, I try.

Standard Disclaimer on my Bio.

This is an AU.

Winning Over the Queen of Cold Stares

by Ryuu no Taiyo

He idolized her.

His friends knew it, and teased him about it. Some of the girls knew it, and it soon became a very popular gossip subject as they all giggled madly at the reproachfully adorable situation. She was the Queen of Cold Stares, as many boys called her behind her back. She was interested in no one and took little interest in those who desperately tried to attract her attention. According to her few close friends; she did this because in her opinion, love was an emotion she didn't want to be bothered with, as it was obviously useless, at least, in her own opinion. But in reality it was the simple truth that she was afraid of the pain that comes almost always hand in hand with the romance so many strive to achieve. She had seen others hurt, and had decided she would learn from other's mistakes by closing her heart and sealing it away.

Regardless, he wanted to prove her wrong.

He knew that she had turned down so many, that even his chances of actually befriending her were slim to nothing. But he was a stubborn one. He always tried.

And almost always failed.

The only smile he had ever gotten out of her was one full of pity and sarcasm as she said: "Nice try," in response to one of his 'sly, charming, you-can't-resist-me' invitations. Then she had walked away without a second glance. But it somehow had the reverse effect on him. Instead of feeling rejected, it made him even more obstinate at winning her heart.

Most of his friends, at this point, considered him even more insane than they had considered him before he ever laid eyes on her.

But he persevered. He plotted mad schemes to swoon her, to the point where she grew simply irritated with him. He wasn't a fly that could be ignored and shooed away. He became a real pest in her eyes. She grew colder and meaner to him, her tongue sharp and cold when speaking to him. He simply tried harder, which annoyed the Queen of Cold Stares to no end.

Then there was that fateful Thursday afternoon where the impossible was proved possible, where hell freezed over and that famous snowball was given a chance, where pigs sprouted wings and chickens could fly.

It had been a year and a half (or was it three quarters?) since he had made a promise to win her over, and she had put up a hell of a fight. But I must imagine that everyone snaps at one point, and even the toughest nuts can crack.

Now, you have to know, the Ice Princess did not in any way develop a fondness to him. She did not, as the books and fairytales describe, grow so accustomed to his annoying behaviour that she actually started to like it and would miss it if it were to stop.

Gods, no! It came to the point where she hated him with all her soul. She had even developed a furious stare that painted across her face every time he entered the room.

How had she given in to his pleading?

She snapped.

"FINE! ALL RIGHT! I GIVE UP! YOU WIN! I'LL GO OUT WITH YOU TOMORROW NIGHT YOU ANNOYING PEST! ARGH! YOU WIN GODDAMNIT! NOW LEAVE-ME-ALONE!"

You would not believe the size of that grin after she accepted. He was so ecstatic he was left in a happy euphoria of shock. He stood there, even in the minutes after she left, grinning madly into empty space as the truth sank in and dug a hole in his mind.

He won.

He had actually won. He hadn't won her heart yet, mind you. But…A simple first date on a Friday night…

It was a start.