two chapter again! Sundays are just a good day for me.

kristanna fluff soon :)

disclaimer: frozen no es mío

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Kristoff down the street, whistling quietly as the tip of the sun hid behind the mountains. This was his favorite part of the day, when the afternoon went to sleep and the night was creeping on the town. Sipping his soda, he breathed in the cool air.

His eyes squinted in confusion and he cocked his head once he saw police cars zooming past and their alarms deafening everyone within five hundred feet. He ran to catch up to the racing vehicles until he arrived at the jewelry store. Jogging over to the location, he peeked over bystander's heads to try to get a close look. Getting nowhere, he decided to go around the back, the inner investigator inside him itching for more details.

Sneaking around the back, the building casting ghostly shadows perfect for hiding, and he thought he was perfect by blending into the brick wall while a few bystanders walked by. He grunted and tripped once someone grabbed a hold of his collar and pushed him inside the building.

"Whoa!" Kristoff exclaimed, his eyes adjusting to the small dark room. "What the hell?" He looked around, seeing a very distraught Hans, wearing a black ski mask and dark trousers. "Hans! What are doing here?"

"Look, I don't have time to explain, but-" Hans was cut off when voices screamed from outside.

"We know you're in here! Come out otherwise we'll force you!" the police stomped, getting closer to the small closet.

The boys' eyes widened in fear and panic. "Hans! What did you do?" Kristoff whispered loudly.

"This isn't your fault. I'm sorry I dragged you into this. Here, climb up the vent and I'll be right behind you," Hans explained smoothly. Kristoff was amazed at how calm he was. He followed anyway, his large build making the ventilation extremely cramped and he grimaced when it creaked and screeched underneath his weight. "Hans?" he whispered boisterously. "Where am I going?"

When he didn't get a reply, he looked behind him. No Hans. "Hans?" Kristoff said a little louder, getting anxious. All of the sudden, the vent broke underneath his mass and he went flying to the ground. Brushing himself off and fixing his black beanie, he looked up n the bright room to see himself surrounded by police. He gaped and looked up at the intimidating officers. Time seemed to freeze as he was hoisted up and his arms grabbed forcefully and pushed comfortingly behind his back. He groaned in pain when one of the deputy kicked him in the back of the shins, making his fall over, his blode hair falling in front of his amber orbs. "Well, well, well, looks like we found our robber," he spoke out menacingly, jerking him out the door and into the bright lights of the press and flashing police cars.

"Wait, you got the wrong person!" Kristoff protested, thrusting and wiggling trying ot get out of the authorities tight grip. "It's Hans! I swear I didn't do it! Check my pockets! I don't have anything!"

"Oh really?" An officer with a shiny bald head and beer belly spoke sarcastically,. "Then what about this?" he reached his hand into Kristoff's front pocket and pulled out diamonds and jewels. They flickered tauntingly at the boy.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Kristoff tried to keep his voice down. "T-th-hose aren't m-mine. I s-s-swear."

"That's what they all say. Take him away, Johnson." he was pushed into a police car. He cocked his eyes and tried averting the sharp gaze of the media. "Hans framed me! I didn't steal anything! You have to go back to get him! He's the real criminal here!"

His only response was the backseat door slamming loudly in his face.

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Elsa closed her eye and tentatively applied more eyeliner to her lid. The bathroom was surprisingly empty, and Elsa relished in the relaxing silence. The bell rang, murdering the precious moment, and Elsa rushed to put her makeup back in her backpack and get to class. She was stopped when a familiar figure came in.

"Not so fast Miss Elsa," Han's voice dripped with peril. "I'd like to have a word."

"Sorry, I have to go to class," Elsa stated boringly, giving him a scowl. "And I think you need to get your eyes checked, because this is the girls bathroom."

"I like it better in here. It's cleaner,' Hans retorted. "And I'm sure no one will miss you for too long."

"What do you want Hans?" Elsa asked exasperated. "I did what you wanted."

"Oh and I'm so very grateful for holding up your end of the deal. But, people still see me as the bad guy. I mean, you forced me out of my lunch table and my friends. What kind of person would do that, to the poor innocent teen who got his heart broken by Anna?"

"So? You seem pretty happy with Meg and them anyway," Elsa argued.

"I am. But, I still can't exactly be with here yet, you see, because Hercules is still hopelessly and awkwardly in love with her. And she couldn't bear to break it off with him."

"And that involves me how?" Elsa said, rolling her eyes at Hans' dramatic soliloquy.

"I need you to get Anna set up with Hercules. It'll get Anna happy again, and Hercules will be out of the picture so Meg and I can date freely." Hans slicked back his hair in the mirror.

"You know what, no," Elsa placed her hands up in surrender. "I refuse to be your little servant running along and cleaning up your messes so you can live a spotless little life."

"Well then I guess I'll be telling everyone about your little affair with mountain man," Hans shrugged his shoulders, still admiring his reflection.

Elsa bit her lip in contemplation.

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Elsa unlocked the brass doorknob and walked into her dorm room. She heard water running and steam drifting underneath bathroom door, so she guessed Anna was taking a hot shower. Sighing, she kicked off her shoes and fell onto her unmade bed, fiddling with her fingers and dreading when Anna walked out of the steamy bathroom.

"Hey," Elsa said softly. Anna walked out of the bathroom with a green silk robe around her body and a towel mopped unto her head.

Anna's head shot up over to her, gazing into her eyes widely. "Hello."

"How are you?" Elsa sat up, sitting criss cross and looking over at her friend with interest.

"I've been better," Anna replied shakily, bending down into the chestnut drawers to pull out some pajamas. "And yourself?"

"Fine," lsa answered simply. "Hey, I've been really worried about you. How are doing, with the whole Kristoff thing?" Elsa tried started.

"Perfect. I'm completely over him," Anna smiled with her mouth, but her eyes displayed the opposite.

"Ok," Elsa said slowly. "I was thinking, um..." For once, Elsa had nothing to say.

"Spill it," Anna said, buttoning up her shirt.

"Hercules is really nice, and handsome. What if you went out with him?" Elsa suggested.

"Hercules? Isn't he still into Meg?"

"No!" Elsa fibbed. "After the whole homecoming fiasco, he's looking for someone else. And I was thinking you'd be perfect! Because you know...you both were cheated on."

"No," Anna said plainly. "I think I'm going to stay away from the dating felid for a while."

"Anna you have to," Elsa pleaded. "You need to go out with Hercules."

"WHY ARE TRYING TO CONTROL MY LIFE?" Anna slammed the drawer shut and faced Elsa. "I'mnot your Barbie doll Elsa. I'm a real person, with feelings. You can't just throw me around with anyone you want me to."

"I'm not," Elsa replied coolly. "I just want you to be happy."

"No you don't! Even since homecoming you've been acting weird. In fact, everybody's been acting weird! Can someone just tell me what's going on?!" Anna tried placing the pieces together.

Elsa sighed. If she told Anna, Hans would tell. But then again, who do she care about more? Her reputation, or Anna's happiness?

"Fine. Sit down. I'll tell you everything."

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ooo man why do always leave these cliff hangers sorry guys.

next update Tuesday! (giving you a heads up)

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