WARNING: This story contains mature themes, sexually explicit content, strong language and content that may offend.

This chapter contains mature themes and content that may offend.

A/N at the end.

Earlier that day.

Elsa sat on the bench in Arendell Hall, directly across from classroom 302. She was always someone who arrived early, and spent some time before class viewing over the slides that the professor would go over. She scrolled through the slides and made notes in her notebook, unbothered by everything around her. A model student. Elsa thought bitterly. She excelled in her classes, and has earned the respect of several professors, as well as earning herself a job as a peer-tutor. A failure of a daughter. A brief flare of resentment distracted her. Why can't my parents accept me for who I am? Elsa closed her eyes and took a deep, calming breath, shoving down the storm of emotions building in her mind. Conceal, Don't feel. Elsa knew why her parents made the decision. Her job was to take over her family's business, and raise a family who she can pass the torch down when she inevitably can no longer do her job. This rationalization did little to smother her resentment. No matter what she did, what she achieved, it was never enough. Every achievement, whenever she expected to see pride in her parent's faces, she saw only bitter disappointment.

Elsa was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the commotion. Two students, freshmen it seemed, were rushing towards classroom 302. A honey-blonde with long flowing hair, and a freckled red-haired girl with her hair done in twin braids. Both were breathing hard and sweaty as they rushed into the classroom. Elsa shook her head in amusement, then looked at the time. 10 more minutes before class. Well, actually 20, since the professors only start 10 minutes after the hour. Elsa quickly finished her pre-class notes and walked into the classroom at 9:00 on the dot. She walked in and was met with the disapproving gaze of Professor Weselton, more commonly known as Professor Weasel. Elsa returned the gaze challengingly, holding her head high until the professor looked away a brief moment later, breaking eye-contact. She then turned to observe the seats in the classroom, noting that many students have not arrived yet. She scanned the seats and her blue eyes met the freckled redhead's teal eyes, who was staring at her intently. Elsa noticed the honey-blonde girl sitting next to the redhead and turned to the front of the room, walked over to one of the front seats and sat down. This was her usual spot to avoid both the attention of professors and other students. She opened her printed slides and waited for the professor to start.

"Good morning, everyone!" Professor Weselton spoke in his usual squeaky voice. "Welcome to ARC 100, Drawing and Representation 1. I am Professor Weselton and I'll be your professor for this course." Elsa sighed silently. She had hoped for another professor that did not care much about "participation" in class. As the professor began to drone on, Elsa diligently wrote notes in her notebook. As the class finally ended, Elsa quickly left the lecture hall, hoping that she wouldn't get stopped by classmates on her way out. Elsa fished out her phone and checked the time, 12:00, and decided to grab something to eat from the campus cafeteria. She paid for a simple sandwich and sat in her usual seat near the window and continued to compile notes for the class between bites of sandwich. As she copied notes down, she barely noticed someone setting a tray down across from her.

"Is this seat taken?" Asked the voice. Elsa glanced up and realized that this was the redhead from her class earlier that morning. She noticed that most of the other seats were occupied and nodded in assent, returning to her notes. The redhead clumsily sat down, knocking over her can of soda, which rolled towards Elsa before dropping off the table. Instinctively, she caught the soda and set it down beside the redhead's pizza.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I swear, I'm eternally clumsy. I hope I didn't bother you with that potential soda-grenade or anything. I mean, I would have died if any of the soda got on you or your notes or laptop or t-shirt. It would probably stain, right? Oh boy. What if it doesn't come out? Or what if your shirt shrinks? I could pay for it… probably. It looks expensive though so I would probably have to use my college money and mom wouldn't…" The redhead snapped her mouth shut, her cheeks reddening. "I'm sorry. I tend to ramble when I get nervous."

Elsa glanced at the redhead. "First year?" The redhead nodded. "Don't worry. It gets better." She said sympathetically.

The redhead smacked her palm against her forehead. "I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Anna." she stated as she extended her hand out towards Elsa. Elsa firmly grasped Anna's hand as she shook it.

"Elsa." She replied before returning to her notes, reading them over, then closing her laptop and putting it away in her bag.

"I'm sorry, considering that we just met and all, but can I borrow your notes? I got distracted and barely heard a thing professor Weaseltown said." Anna asked nervously. After a brief moment of hesitation, Elsa slid over her notebook and showed Anna the five pages of notes she wrote. Anna quickly snapped pictures, swiped at her phone a few times, then put her phone away. "Thanks. You have beautiful handwriting."

"Thank you." Elsa said after she swallowed a bite of her sandwich.

"What year are you in?"

"3rd. I'm majoring in Architecture and minoring in Art." Elsa replied.

"But ARC 100 is a first-year course…" Anna blurted out, confused.

"Many upper-year students take first-year courses. I had a logistics problem with my schedule, and I can only attend this class right now, in my 3rd year. It's not ideal, but it will allow me to graduate with the rest of my classmates." Elsa clarified. "What are you studying?"

"Psychology… for now." Anna said self-consciously. "I don't know what I want to do in the future… I may end up switching."

"Don't be afraid to. University is all about trying new things and finding out what you like." Elsa said encouragingly. She noticed that Anna's cheeks reddened at the comment.

"The only thing I know for sure is that I want to do is help people, but I don't know how. I thought that psychology would be the best route to go in order to help rehabilitate and talk with others who need help, but I'm so unsure. I can't seem to imagine myself anywhere, doing anything, or helping anyone. And that scares me the most, not being there to help people. There are so many people in the world who need help but are unable to find it." Anna replied, her eyes beginning to water.

"Are you alright?" Elsa asked, concerned as she reached into her bag and pulled out a to-go packet of tissues. She took one out and handed it to Anna, which she took and began dabbing at her eyes.

"Not really." Anna admitted. "It's just… It's all overwhelming." Anna said. "Being so far away from home, you know?"

"I don't." Elsa said tensely. A failure of a daughter. Her father's voice echoed through her mind.

"Wait, what?" Anna asked, shocked. "You don't miss your home? Your family?"

"I've never had the best relationship with my parents. So after I left, I've never looked back." Elsa struggled to keep her resentment out of her voice. Not a worthy successor.

Both of them immediately fell silent until a wide-eyed boy with short brown hair enveloped Elsa in a hug. "Hi Elsa!"

"Olaf!" Elsa chided with a smile, momentarily forgetting her own turmoil. "How are you?"

"Oh I'm just living the dream." Olaf said cheerily, sighing blissfully before turning towards Anna, his arms still outstretched and seeming to refuse to lower them until their needs were satisfied. "Hi, I'm Olaf, and I like warm hugs." Elsa smiled, remembering that she met Olaf in a similar manner. On the first day of classes two years ago, Elsa sat in the exact same spot, anxious and alone, until Olaf approached her with a hug. He quickly became Elsa's best friend, and perhaps, her only true friend.

Awkwardly, Anna unfurled her own arms and met the almost snowman-esque male in a soft but cautious hug. That was until he pulled Anna closer to him, encapsulating her in a bear-like hug. Elsa giggled slightly at the sight of Olaf pushing the boundaries of what he would be able to get away with when it came to the new freshman. Finally, Olaf released his grip on Anna and let her get back to her slice of pizza before sitting down next to Elsa. Elsa watched the exchange longingly, a strange feeling emerging from her chest.

"Um...I'm Anna." Anna stated, before taking her first bite of the pizza she had bought. Immediately, Anna groaned at the cold and slightly harder dough of the pizza, setting it down. "Hey Olaf, do you think you could use some of those warm hugs you love so much to reheat my pizza? I don't like the taste of cold pizza, which is surprising since I love ice cream and a lot of other cold products and foods."

Olaf burst out laughing at Anna's joking request, Elsa was unable to contain her amusement as she hid a small set of giggles behind her hand. Anna, confused, tilted her head. "What is so funny? Is there something on my face?" Anna questioned. Elsa studied Anna's face, only now realizing how beautiful Anna was.

Finally Olaf spoke. "I must say Els, I was worried you may not find anyone, but man. You sure know how to pick them. I mean, with jokes like that, she's a keeper." He commented, a visible blush appearing on both Anna and Elsa's faces as their laughter died in an instant. Anna turned to Elsa to ask what he meant, both of their faces red, but was promptly silenced as they locked eyes before Elsa speedily turned away.

"I...I should probably go. I have a class I need to go to." Elsa lied as she packed up the rest of her belongings and left the table, her face burning and her heart racing. She walked quickly to put some distance between Anna and herself. Elsa ducked into the closest washroom and checked her reflection on the mirror, her cheeks still visibly flushed, the strange sensation in her chest growing stronger. Stop it! Elsa scolded herself. Conceal, don't feel! Elsa took deep breaths, which did little to suppress her feelings. This is unladylike, Elsa. Her father's words sent a chill down her spine. You shouldn't feel this way towards other women. It is unnatural. Elsa glanced in the mirror to look over her shoulder, and there her father stood, a disapproving gaze on his face. Her heart skipped a beat, and Elsa froze in fear. She blinked several times and glanced behind her, relieved that she was alone. Elsa took a deep, calming breath, splashed cold water on her face, dried it off, and walked out of the bathroom.

"Are you alright, Elsa?" Olaf asked just as Elsa left the bathroom.

Elsa, startled, nearly dropped her textbooks, and looked around worriedly until she saw Olaf. "I'm fine, Olaf." She said shakily.

"Uh huh." Olaf said, unconvinced. Wordlessly, Olaf enveloped Elsa in a warm hug, soothingly rubbing her back as Elsa clutched at Olaf. He was the only one that Elsa trusted enough to share her past. Olaf was surprisingly sympathetic to Elsa, even when she trusted him with her darkest secret: her sexuality. The two eventually parted and Elsa beelined straight to her apartment. Alone with her thoughts and her notes, her mind began to wander to her parents.

Her parents refused to accept the fact that she was not interested in a relationship with other males. She told her parents in the final year of high school, near the end of the year, and things only went downhill from there. Her parents attempted to find anyone who would be able to "fix" her daughter. When no-one would help them, much to her parents' dismay, they decided to arrange Elsa's marriage with Hans Westergaard, the youngest of 12 sons, so that no-one would know about the scandal of Elsa's sexuality.

Westergaard International was a family company founded by the Westergaard family when Elsa's ancestors settled in Arendelle. The two families benefited from their partnership and became the more influential families in Arendelle. Hans wouldn't be the worst husband. Elsa thought bitterly. He's handsome, caring, and ambitious. Everything my parents wanted from me, but never got.

Her cellphone rang, snapping Elsa out of her thoughts. LET IT GOOOOO! LET IT GO! Elsa scowled, and rejected the call without looking at the caller ID. She didn't need to. Her father always called at this time, doing what he claims is a "welfare check" but they both knew that her father was trying to "fix" what he thought was a problem with Elsa. In desperate need of a distraction, Elsa headed out. As she mindlessly walked down the streets of Arendelle, her stomach rumbled. She checked the time on her phone. 6:15. Might as well get dinner. Elsa walked into the cafeteria, bought a simple salad, and sat in her usual spot.

As Elsa ate her dinner, Elsa noticed the honey-blonde girl from her first class that day, kissing a bearded man a few years older than her while two freshmen, football jockeys from the look of their uniforms, averted their gazes. Suddenly, a redhead with twin braids rushed into the cafeteria and quickly, albeit clumsily, sat down with the group. Elsa covered her mouth to stifle the laughter that threatened to escape her. Anna was as adorable and clumsy as when they first met. As Elsa stared at the back of Anna's head, she realized that seeing Anna happy was enough to raise her own spirits.

A/N:

Someawe45- Hi guys, and thanks once again for reading our story so far. I don't know if you guys noticed (hopefully you didn't), but this is my first time writing anything with two perspectives. Thus, this chapter/writing style is proper new territory for me. As of today, August 24, 2020, I will be starting school soon, so activity may be limited. Hope you enjoyed and once again, thank you for your continued patience. As usual, feedback and criticism is appreciated.

RiasSenpaiBae- Hello as well, like Someawe said, Thank You for reading. We appreciate that more people are starting to read this story and enjoy it. We hope that you will continue to follow it as it continues and feel free to leave a review. We appreciate any comments and fixes that could possibly be made (we won't be able to fix a lot of them though). And as Someawe said, this dual perspective narrative is new to both of us. So we are bound to make mistakes. Thank you for reading and hope you enjoy.

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KatieJay- We are happy to know that you are enjoying our story so far. Yes, your prediction is correct: Olaf is... *checks outline* Elsa's closest friend (and only friend so far) in Arendelle University until Anna came along… if you can call Anna and Elsa friends as of this moment. I've (Someawe45) completed my summer courses as of August 12th, but life is still keeping me busy. Thank you, good luck with your classes as well (if you are attending school) and stay safe.