A/N: OOHHHHHHHH MY GOD OMIGOD YOU GUUUYYYYS.

I ASKED FOR SEVEN REVIEWS. AND GOT 19. CAN I EXPRESS MY LOVE FOR YOU BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL DARLINGS.

This week has been insane. However I did finally drop choir and APUSH from my schedule which is grand. I adore choir but it really sucks that a horrible group of people and a horrible director can make you quit something you've loved your whole life. It's okay though, I suppose. Need to focus on my school work. I'm going to a baseball game Friday night at Busch stadium and then once I get home at ass-o-clock in the morning I get to get up at five and drive over to my baby girl's for her smashing 16th birthday and we're going shopping. I actually feel sick today so I hope the girls are prepared for sleep, sneezy, fabulous Meg.

Okay. Question time.

10udmama: Jasmine will have a conversation with Elsa soon...I really adore Jazz and I hated to make her the villain but somethings have to happen...

Samantha: you're correct on one of the teachers... Kristoff is warming up to Anna. I promise they'll have romancy stuff soon. And I ADORE human!Sven. He's just so perf.

read stripes: I was planning on putting in Esmeralda, along with Pocahontas, Mulan, Meg, etc. but never got around to it. There are just so many characters!

Emma Winter Frost: No, no PeterXAlice. That is cool, however. Peter will sorta have to choose between Tink and Wendy here coming on up. He isn't really aware how Tink feels about him... Alice will kinda be on her own, stand on her own, like Merida. It'll be implied she and Mattie Hatter get together later...but right now she's an independent woman.

Disney-Homestuck: I will love to ask Punzie your question! However fastpasses are done online now, and you need one for Cindy and Punzie. The website has been down, but only for Magic Kingdom passes. As soon as it's working I'll get one for those two and ask her your question!

A random dutchie: Simba and Nala. Yes. I had a plot arc for them because I was going to do a lion king story a while back but decided against it. Their plot arc is kind of dark but I'll definitely mention it. It's pretty long so I'll give them a whole chapter. As for Merlin, I mention he's retired. :( sorry. I adore him as well.

eglgrl365: you adorable little darling I adore you. Adam will get an angst out. With Belle he tries to be softer as to not scare her off. Their backstories will be soon.

PJ: Rory and Phillip will be soon I promise! and as for the teacher you might be right... *wink wink* I'm really not keeping it as a big secret guys I'm sorry...

Alright. This chapter is long. It's Punzie (not in great detail I really just kinda threw words down...) and Helsa that took me forever to get into. Hans adores Elsa so much I *dies* I should update sooner next week since I'll be stuck in a car for several hours this weekend. Here we go, sorry for the wait.

(Rapunzel)

I felt Jasmine's eyes on my back as I packed my things up to go down to the housing district. She'd come home around two in the morning yesterday, stumbling and in mismatched clothes. She seemed almost mad. This morning her long pretty hair was matted and her makeup was smudged around her eyes. A lot of times I could never get over how beautiful Jasmine was and how insecure I felt around her. Her thin, regal nose and her golden eyes and amber skin... I sighed.

When I turned around she was brushing her hair, watching me. Her silk nightgown was twisted and falling down, almost off her chest. Her eyes looked bloodshot, and I wondered if she'd been drinking last night.

"Where are you going?" She asked, eyeing my scarf and basket in my arms. It didn't sound malicious, so I gave her a smile.

"My mother wants to see me. She lives down in the Disney parking district."

Jasmine nodded. "Well, I, uh, hope you have fun."

I smiled widely, happy with this revelation. "Me too. She can be kinda controlling sometimes...aren't all moms?"

Jasmine swallowed. "I wouldn't know. Mine's dead."

I froze on the way out the door. "I'm so sorry."

She snorted. "Don't apologize. You didn't kill her, did you? What are you stopping to chat with me for? Go see your mom, Blondie."

I almost ran with Dark Jasmine rearing her head again, but stopped. "Are you okay? Do you feel okay?"

"I'm fine," she insisted furiously. "Go. I don't want to see you."

I nodded, giving her a weak smile. She needed it. "Okay. Have a good day Jasmine. I won't be back till later probably."

She grumbled something and I left to grab the nearest monorail.

It wasn't long till I stood in front of the little two story cottage, Mother's arms around my neck and my face buried in her wiry black hair.

"Oh, my darling flower. I missed you so so much."

"I missed you more," I swore, though not quite honestly. Being with Anna and Sven and Flynn this week had been great. I lived through Jasmine. I loved Disney Academy. Mother pushed my hair behind my ears, bring down her face to press a kiss to my forehead.

"I missed you most."

"Gothel!"

I stepped back at the foreign alto voice, sounding from the kitchen. Someone else was here.

"Won't you introduce me to your precious flower?"

Mother smiled into the doorway, as if she could see the woman. She locked an arm around my waist, pulling us both forward. I watched her lock the deadbolt before pulling us again.

At the small kitchen table sat a curvy woman with dark skin, almost purple in hue. Her hair was long and white, curling down to her clavicle to accent a little pendant in the shape of a flower, or maybe a sun. Her lips were painted a violent red and her dress was a long black shroud of silk.

Behind her stood two boys, as if standing attention at her chair. They dressed similarly in black, obviously twins with the same slicked back ebony hair. They both had heterochormia, the mutation where your eyes are different colors: one gold, one blue. They were shockingly beautiful in an eerie sort of way.

"Rapunzel, this is my dear friend Ursula, and her sons, Flotsam and Jetsam. Ursula, this is my flower, Rapunzel."

The twins ducked their heads. "How do you do?"

"F-fine," I stuttered out, unsure what to make of the characters who looked like they jumped out of the Addams Family.

"Flower," Mother began, rubbing my shoulders. "Ursula would like to see you sing for Mommy. Could you do that?"

"Um, sure. I'll get the chairs-"

"My boys already set everything up," the woman-Ursula-piped up.

I glanced back, seeing she was right. This was...weird.

"Sing and then we can have some nutmeg soup, your favorite!"

"Okay, Mom, it's not a big deal..."

Ursula sat in front of me, asking to hold my hands. I, reluctantly, agreed, looking back to Mother for incouragement.

When I sang, I watched the flower at Ursula's throat pulse and glow. I almost stopped singing, but knew Mother was never happy when I stopped midsong.

I felt oddly spent when I was done, slumping into a turn so watch the flower pendant be placed around Mother's neck.

"Mom-"

"There," Ursula laughed lightly. "Your flower will never have to sing to you again."

Mom glanced up at me, wary and watching.

"What's going on?"

"Ursula is...sort of a doctor. She used your magic to heal me."

"You were sick?" I demanded. "You should have called-"

"I'm better now, flower. It's nothing to worry over."

I nodded, trying to find some normalcy in the room of bedlam. "So, um, lunch?"

-x-x-x-

I was so drained on the monorail ride back to the castle, I couldn't even find the energy to say hello to the stranger who sat next to me. I suppose it was my mistake when I found him staring at me accusingly.

"Blondie? Hey. Say hi, it's common courtesy. C'mon, I wasn't that horrible this week, was I?"

I blinked my eyes, focusing in on Flynn's face in front of me. I almost didn't realize it was him, and I realized that his jaw was swollen and purple.

"Flynn! What happened?!" I shrieked, causing several people to look our way. I gingerly took his chin in my hand, examining the bruise. He pulled back.

"I just got in a little trouble. It's not a big deal."

"It is a big deal!" I protested. "Your entire left side of your face is purple!"

He rolled his eyes. "I've been through worse, Blondie. It was my fault anyway. Wrong place, wrong time."

I pursed my lip. "Be more careful, okay? I don't want you getting hurt."

"I can look out for myself, thanks."

"Obviously..." I muttered under my breath.

"I heard you!"

"Good, learn something from it."

(Hans)

I waited outside for what seemed like an eternity before Elsa come out.

I whistled low, almost regrettably. She hadn't seen me yet and I was thankful for the chance to admire her.

She was wearing clothes, normal girl clothes, and I wondered momentarily if she'd stolen them from Anna. Blue leggings under a denim skirt, blue tank and a purple scarf wound around her neck several times. Over her arm was the purple sweater I'd leant her last night, and I almost screamed at how absolutely adorable she was.

"Elsie!"

She turned, meeting my gaze and gifting me with a tentative smile, tucking a stray blonde strand behind her ear.

"Hey," she said softly, arms hugging herself. I wondered if she was always cold, since ice seemed to be her aptitude. Or if she was holding herself together like she was made of a million pieces of shattered ice. Maybe she held herself since no one else did.

Maybe that's just how she stood.

"So, are you going to tell me where we're going?" She asked. Her eyes were wide, curious, a way I'd never seen them. She bit her lip, making the color come alive against her skin.

"Uh-uh," I said, shaking my finger before boldly linking our arms together. She flushed at the bare skin contact, the first I'd ever had with her. I noted, thanks to the tank top she wore, that the blush that normally inhabited her cheeks spread down her neck, to her shoulders, and the swell of her chest.

I shook my head, giving me my own turn to blush. "Can't tell you. It's a secret."

She frowned. "I really, really hate secrets. I like being aware of where I'm being dragged by random men."

"Random!" I interjected. "Me? I'm random? Elsie, I'm hurt. I like to think of us as very close friends."

She peeked up at me as we boarded a shuttle, brushing her bangs back adorably. "Friends? Really?"

I nodded, enjoying playing this childlike game with her. "I enjoy your company more than you know."

She chuckled, hand covering her mouth. I leaned back, hands on my hips. "And what is so funny, Princess Elsa."

She shook her head, trying to stifle her laughter. "You're so nice to me, but I find you insufferable."

I grinned widely. "That only means we're the best of friends!"

"Oh, joy...should we getting matching shirts?"

I threw my head back in laughter, letting my arm curl around her shoulders. "Who would've guessed Elsie had a sense of humor...could we though?"

She snorted.

It wasn't long before it was our stop, and once the shuttle left, I hopped the fence, yanking Elsa roughly over, her protesting all the way.

We walked for maybe ten minutes before I smiled into the clearing. Over head the sky was clouded, but below, the lake was clear and still.

Elsa pushed through the brush, coming into the clearing, smiling as she looked around.

"It's so beautiful. What will we do?"

I sat down my bag, rocking back and forth on my heels. She narrowed her eyes, smile fading. "Hans? What are you hiding?"

"I was actually, uh, hoping that you could...do the magic."

There was a silence as Elsa stared, unmoving, empty smile half-dead on her face. "You're kidding. Hans, no-"

"I want to see you! Please, please!" I pleaded, stepping forward, trying to grab for her hands. She pushed me back, and I saw the two white hand prints over my pectorals.

Her breath caught. "Hans, no. I'll hurt you. I'll hurt you like I hurt Anna-"

I took her hands abruptly, wiping away the ice there. "Elsie, trust me. Just let it go. You won't hurt me, I trust you. Let it go."

Her eyes were wild, almost feral, and then I touched her cheek and she calmed. "My Elsie, I trust you."

She shook her head, slowly at first, then she was smiling as she looked up at me. "I'm not your anything, Prince Westergaard."

She stepped up to the lake, eyes roaming his silver surface. "Just..." she sighed. "Just don't scream, okay?"

Elsa shut her eyes tightly, closing her palms together tightly. Slowly, she pulled them apart and I felt my breath catch in my throat. In her hands was a silvery ball of snow. She focused it, shooting it toward the banks of the lake. I watched as the water turned hard and white, the banks and trees being surrounded by snow.

Eventually, Elsa's blasts stopped and she stepped back, panting. Carefully, she glanced up at me through her eyelashes.

I beamed, jumping up and down.

"You're kidding, right?" I screamed, twirling. "Elsa you have the coolest super power ever and you never even told me! Not cool! God, this is phenomenal! You're like a superhero! I can see the comics now 'Elsa, the Snow Queen'."

When I turned back to look at her, she was still frozen in her spot.

"Elsie?"

"You didn't run," she breathed.

I smirked. "You just think you're so scary, don't you? You couldn't hurt a fly. I bet you couldn't even beat me in a snow ball fight."

Her eyes flashed. "Is that a challenge, Prince Westergaard?"

Oh no. I froze on the way of putting my backpack down. "Now, I take it back-"

Elsa's hands glowed, and suddenly there was a perfect ball of ice.

"Elsie-"

"I give you till the count of three. You'd better run."

I screamed, turning and fleeing, and Elsa squealing behind me. We ran for a while, pelting each other and laughing. Elsa's top was soaked, my sweater laying by my bag, long forgotten. I tackled Elsa into the snow, holding the glob over her face.

But Elsa hadn't recovered from the fall.

She hissed, turning her head away from me. I stared horrified at myself. Oh God, I'd hurt her.

"Elsa! Oh-where does it-"

Ice flooded down my back and over my face as her hands rubbed ice in my hair.

She smiled sheepishly. "Got yoooouu," she sang happily.

I frowned, pushing the slush out of my hair. "That wasn't funny. I thought I'd hurt you."

She sighed. "I know, and I'm sorry. I haven't played in a while. I used to do that with Anna when we were little..." she glanced up at me, worry evident in every crease in her face. "Please don't be mad," she whispered, and I shocked myself into remembering that this was delicate, scared Elsa. I sighed, scratching the back of my head.

"Fiiiiiiine," I groaned. "Only if you don't mind me doing THIS!" I threw a snowball, coating her already pale face with the icy down. She slowly wiped it away.

"Oh, Westergaard, you are dead!"

Hours later we were laying across a thick purple blanket in the middle of the frozen lake. Elsa had made us skates, but we were now on our sides, facing each other, legs tucked behind us. Elsa didn't make a lot of eye contact, I noted. And she didn't eat any of the fruit I'd brought. Her eyes were closed, face relaxed in the shade of the trees. Her hand was curled by her shoulder, and I kept imagining brushing my thumb over the smooth back or pressing my fingers into her palm.

Instead I reached to brush back the stray parts of her bangs, but her eyes never opened.

"I had a lot of fun today, Elsie. I wish we could do this everyday," I sighed, letting my fingers linger on her cheek before pulling away.

She smiled, eyes lided as she opened them. "Me too..." she pulled herself into a seated position, wrapping her arms around herself again. "But we can't...we should get going it's almost dark-"

I touched her wrist, pulling myself closer, not yet daring enough to untangle herself from her arms.

"I know what you're doing, you know, " I whispered. "You put up this ice queen facade in hopes know one will know you have feelings that can be hurt. You put it up so people won't want to get to know you, and then you can't hurt them. But the truth of it is you do care and you do hurt and you do love. It's not because you can't feel that you stand apart. You stand apart because you feel much to much."

Elsa's lip trembled. "Love?" She said venomously. "Hans, what do you know of love?"

Her head whipped over as she heard me gasp, but I played off the bad memory with a smile.

"You're right, Elsie. It's almost dark. But you did promise to teach me how to ice skate, remember?"

She sighed, rolling her eyes. "Hans, that'd take forever. Just be prepared to fall."

I rose, wobbling on the skates. "Don't worry, I have very firm buttocks. They're will be little bruising."

Elsa choked as I grabbed her hands, letting her pull me across the ice. "Westergaard, what am I going to do with you?"

Well, you could teach me about love, for starters. My Elsie.

A/N: In case you're wondering why Hans reacted badly to the line "what do you know of love" he'll also get a backstory soon... and we know his is sad...

Next should be Peter, Wendy, and Tink. Maybe Ariel and Eric or Belle and Adam after them.

I'm thinking about making the plot quicker there's just so much filler.

Please review? Can we try for 70? I literally cried when I saw how many I had guys. (And I think it makes me writer better...)

Have a good week!

-Meggie.