Saturday and Sunday for Elsa that felt so fast, and again, school had come slapped her in the face. Two days were too short, for her to bask in the tranquil space of her room. The four walls of her room always made her feel at ease and safe. The solitude she had during those days were pretty calming her nerves. The sickening judgmental gazes in the hallway weren't criticizing her keenly. The demeaning words were thrown at her weren't literally verbalize, but they were carved in her head forever. But the solace of her room made her forget them temporarily. Those days were peaceful.

Now, returning to the cruel life of reality, the blonde sat alone at their usual spot. Her friend who had an obsession with reindeers was nowhere in sight. Also, Sven who always asserted his distaste about reindeers to Mr. Reindeer guy displeasure just to piss him off, was the same—not even a silhouette hovering her shadows.

Calm down, no one will eat you alive, Elsa, you're doing fine. That too didn't change the fact she was alone. Alone with her thoughts once again.

She felt vulnerable without her friends company, clutching the sandwich in hand a little bit firmly than she used to. She tilted her head up to see the people before her, seeing them laughing with their peers, goofing around, and expressing themselves without any difficulties. Elsa wouldn't reach and experience that kind of life. The blonde didn't know whether to envy them or hate them, throwing invisible daggers to these people. She felt so small in the far right corner of the cafeteria. She hated herself for being such a loser with no social skills. She was ashamed. She would be graduating next year; her overly shy personality made her inept. She was better off dead than experiencing that she was a complete loser. There was no one as insane as her two friends to even approach her table and to be as the same table as her.

Pathetic me.

She diverted her gaze to the socialites' table, it was a large group of people and it was too crowded for Elsa's taste. She tried not to stare too much to acquire their attention, especially Hans or Ariel's cronies. Thankfully, her cap managed to do the trick to hide her prying eyes over their group. Some people who passed them by were looking at them so highly. Some of them weren't.

Well, glad that most of them are normal enough to hate or dislike their group.

Her eyes fell upon the redhead. She seemed to be in her own world. Everyone had their own little group of discussion, at the same time, Anna was quietly sitting next to Hans. A smart student like her? Elsa couldn't comprehend a girl with high intelligence. It wouldn't be so hard to make friends to her standards or to have normal peers around her.

Does popularity is rather important than her dignity?

Elsa wasn't completely sure whether to pity the girl or not. She watched her poking the food with her fork before her silently. Elsa wanted to march their perilous territory to give her company like she wasn't even there at all. She was deep in thoughts when a pair of teal eyes caught her eyes staring, it was Anna. A smile was forming on those pink lips of hers and Elsa felt the blood rushing to her face. She was astounded and speechless. She simply pretended to look at the sandwich in her hand as if it was the most interesting thing on earth.

Did she just smile at me? At me? Heavens! What did I do to deserve from a goddess to even glance and cast a smile at me?!

While she was rejoicing inside to that simple gesture from the redhead. She felt her phone vibrate in the pockets of her loose faded black pants, grabbing the device quickly and opening the message on the screen. Barely looking over whoever texted her. Funny to say that Elsa had a new phone every single year, but everything else stayed the same.

[Kristoff]: Sorry Elsa, Sven and I are still working on our chemistry lab. I'll see you later during gym class.

Elsa sighed in disappointment, she couldn't be mad at her friends. Really.

She managed to dodge the socialites after lunch, heading straight to her next class. An hour or so had passed before her class ended, and gym class was her last course of the day.

The blonde refused to change in the girls' locker room. Almost three years avoiding that place to save her ass from getting hurt—emotionally. She would wait until mostly everyone were at the gym. Under the bleachers was long forgotten as her changing place. Gladly, there was a nearby washroom close to the gym, scurrying off into the bathroom to change into her gym's clothes.

Kristoff and Sven were sitting on the bleacher, flailing hands were directed to Kristoff. The blonde disapprovingly shook his head on something. Elsa knew just from afar they were debating whether on games, reindeers, girls or the thing. She'd rather leave it that for now.

"Kristoff, try that game it is completely awesome and the plot is well written," Sven said trying to make the bulky blond agree with him.

"Na ah, Sven, I'm not into tho—"

"Hey, guys?" She said as she tried to make her presence known, knowing her friends didn't notice her arrival with their discussion.

"Oh, Elsa! Can you tell that Sleeping Dogs is an amazing game? You've played it before, haven't you? I know you did."

The blond slapped his cheek, looking back to Elsa and making an eye contact asking for her aid. Elsa just smiled and answered her energetic friend.

"Don't include me, I know nothing about it."

Sven's hands dropped to his sides as he sighed dejectedly. She brought her arms up to a surrender. And before she could add something to her previous comment, her body met the floor with a painful groan. The hands that were on her back were refraining her from getting on her feet. Kristoff pushed whoever the person pushed her harshly on the floor as they left her aching back. Fortunately, her nose didn't break from the sudden attack.

"Hans, leave Elsa alone," Kristoff said as he tried to keep his temper or even throw a punch at him.

"She is blocking the wa—"

"Hans, don't make any ruckus now," Anna interrupted with a stern voice.

Anna? Elsa thought before she could even pull herself up, a hand was offered to her. She looked up as she stared into the pools of those beautiful teal eyes.

"She was standing on our way, I'm dirtying my hands for you, babe." Hans explained.

Unsatisfactory. She thought indignantly.

Anna glared at her boyfriend and she went back to help the blonde who was still on the floor. The blonde who seemed so ever mesmerized or dumbfounded at the moment. She didn't let the blonde to speak and grabbed her hand to pull her up on her feet. Sven and Kristoff were watching in the background. The anger in them gradually left them as they watched the love-struck blonde—now standing on her feet. Hans didn't like his girlfriend approach and when the redhead had come to the blonde's aid? Anna had never said anything to their prior actions. This bewildered Hans as he thought deeply what made Anna to take action this time. Seemingly that the auburn head couldn't find his own answer to his own question, it infuriated him more. Ariel and Cinderella came in—Snow being ill to attend school—with a frown starting to form on their faces.

"Anna, what are you doing?" Ariel asked, seeing that she was holding the blonde's hand.

Elsa slowly then quickly retrieve her hand from the redhead's hold.

"Thank you….."

She muttered and then she was mumbling incoherent words. She didn't trust her voice at the moment and she was afraid she might say something stupid.

What should I say? Oh, thank you, Hans, for shoving my face to the floor. I had a nice time with your gorgeous girlfriend even in a very short time. J. Christ! Am I that low? I feel like I'm a little kid mumbling to myself in front of her crush.

Anna caught the low thank you and smiled. She didn't know if the blonde ever saw that since she quickly averted her attention from her to the floor.

So cu—what? Where did that come from?

Anna took a deep breath, ignoring Ariel's question and leaving without a word. Hans glared at the blonde for the last time before he threatened her again.

"I'll get back to you later." He whispered with a groan.

Elsa's muscles tensed, earning a little pushed from Ariel while Cinderella was shooting her with a disgust look on her face. When the socialites left, Sven spoke as he teased the shy blonde.

"Woah! Elsa what kind of powers do you have to make Anna as your knight? She's usually watching her little gang do what they want." Sven giving her a thumbs up.

"You're already one step ahead with your crash, Elsa." Kristoff said and Sven and they both laughed while the blonde was shooting them a death glare, too little no effect to her friends.

Mr. Shang called the class and were told that they could choose whatever sports they wanted to play during his period. There were hockey sticks, rackets, flying disc, and soccer balls to choose from. With that the class started.

Anna ended their practice for the day. She tossed the towel to her bag which was on the floor, slumping on the cold floor in unladylike manner. She didn't care since she was tired as hell and she needed a quick rest before heading home. She looked over her bag. A cold drink looked like the best drink in the world. Within two seconds, she was taking big gulps with a pleasing sigh when she was done.

She left the gym for a change of clothes. Then headed out to get her car. Hans was waiting with his basketball members, or the minions, which Anna called them as secretly. Adam, Hercules, and Gaston were passing and dribbling the ball to each other near to Anna's car.

"Hans." Anna said in a monotone voice.

"Anna."

He wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her for a kiss. She stood there without reciprocating to it. The auburn head pulled back with an eyebrow raised in question.

"What's wrong, Anna?" He asked.

"Nothing." His eyebrows almost met by the way his girlfriend was acting for several days already.

"Tell me. I'm sorry, if I did something."

Seeing Anna didn't say or react while untangling herself from him. She opened the door of her car as she threw her bag to the back seat.

"Ooooh…" Adam liked it where this was going.

Hans didn't push it further as he let it slide her moody behaviour once again.

"By the way, Belle is throwing a party at her place later at nine. This might be the time to loosen up a bit babe." He leaned in near to her ears.

"We can enjoy ourselves later?"

Something snapped inside her. She was so ticked off in these past few days. Anna was so upset and hurt when Hans was ignoring her and didn't care enough to ask much further. These past few days, Hans was all physical and all. Where was the sweet guy she dated a few months ago? Where was the caring guy she loved?

"Hans, will you just shut up?!" pushing the guy away from her. Hans was confused from her sudden outburst.

"Anna?"

"I was there for you when you had those bullshit problems. I helped because I cared, but you? It was all 'bout you! Your damn problems!"

"Wo..whoah! Anna calm down."

"Like how? When you've started it? Well, Hans Morris that was a great job for angering me. You should figure it out your own and come back to me when you got my point. For now, stay away from me and I need to get home and rest." The redhead was about to get in the car when Hans held her wrist.

"Was it because of that loser?"

Oh my gawd?! When did she become the problem?

She was thinking that she needed to talk about that, too. The poor blonde hadn't done anything to these guys and she sympathized her sometimes. She argued with this insensitive jerk since Hans didn't want to leave her. Adam interrupted them with his silly idea. Anna was astonished at him.

"Why don't you date lo—I mean Elsa and fix her up. She's a fixer-upper. Make her change and look presentable. The boys and Hans will stop our little games with her."

"What the fuck are you talking about, Adam? I think you need to tighten those screws in your head!" Hans retorted.

"Date? Elsa?! What's this a joke?" She feigned a laugh.

The redhead was fuming in mock anger. She couldn't understand these people at all. She rushed inside her car as she slammed the door. She stepped on the gas, but they blocked her way and she managed to stepped on the break in time. Hercules and Gaston thought it was a nice show and joined Adam, ignoring Hans' futile retorts.

"What's the deal with you people?! Get out of the way!" She growled at them.

"What's your answer about this bet?" Adam asked with a devilish grin on his face.

She was tired and she wanted to feel the softness of her bed. Two teachers who were about to get their cars asked the group. Adam and the other two weren't seemed faze that two teachers were approaching them. She just wanted to get home and without thinking straight she agreed with them.

"Yes! Happy now?"

"Well Miss Anderson and yes we are." They stepped aside letting her car leave the school's premises.

A/N: Chapter two! Hopefully, the ending of this chapter is fine. If not let me know ^^