This update is long overdue, and I'm sorry for that. I was on vacation in Missouri and then at the University of Notre Dame for a summer program (shoutout to my roommate, alexandermylove), and house-sitting. But to try to make up for it, here is a chapter longer than usual.

So, without further ado, here is your update. I'm pretty sure all of you demanding for more Jelsa will be very happy. ;3

Elsa's POV (That's a change... Wonder what's going to happen...)

"Thanks for doing this for me, Elsa." Rapunzel tells me again.

I shrug. "That's what cousins are for."

She beams at me and pulls out her geometry book and a notebook from her bag. "I just really have to pass this test. Plus, an A in geometry would get me major brownie points with my parents." She fishes out her wallet from the bottom of the bag. "I'll treat you to a coffee as a thank you."

"You don't have to do that, Zel. I'm happy to help. I pause. That new latte flavor does look delicious. "But since you're offering, a pumpkin spice latte would be fabulous."

"You got it, cousin. I'll be right back." She walks up to the counter to place her order.

"Elsa," a familiar voice says from me behind me.

I smile and turn around. "Hey, Jack," he bashfully smiles back at me, red tinting every inch of his cheeks.

"Hey Elsa," he says. Is just me or did his voice just crack?

He looks over my shoulder quickly and puts the coffee tray and bag that he was holding on my table. I begin to turn around to see what he's looking at, "What's-" I begin but do not get to finish.

Jack leans down close to my face, cups my face with his hand, and looks deep into my blue eyes. His eyes droop closed as he gently pushes his lips against mine in a surprising and extremely blissful kiss. My eyes remain wide open in surprise. His lips move rhythmically against mine and then are gone.

My mouth hangs open in shock as the blush on his cheek intensifies, if that's even possible, and he looks down, shyly. I am stunned.

"I have to go," he says, running out of the café, but not before grabbing the bag and drinks off of the table.

I place a finger on my slowly smiling lips. They have a trace of warmth from the kiss. Jackson Frost just kissed me. Am I dreaming? Impossible. But-but Jack freaking Frost just kissed me...

And then he left...

With no explanation.

He's not getting away that easily!

I call after him, "Jack!" and take off after him through the restaurant's front door.

Earlier That Day...

Anna's POV

"Mr. Snuffle! You're back! Let's go on a magical adventure!"

My childhood stuffed teddy bear grabs my hand and we run through the sausage fields. "I feel so greasy!(1)" he cheers.

"This is so much fun!" I laugh, falling to the ground covered in meaty goodness.

Mr. Snuffle leans over me and knocks on my head. "Anna? You in there?"

"Stop that, ."

But he doesn't stop knocking. "Anna? Come on out."

The knocking gets louder and louder.

I open my eyes. Nope, I am definitely not in the sausage fields from my dreamland. Great. Another interrupted dream I can add to my list. I sit up in my bed and look around. Zel's gone along with any mess she might have made in the two seconds it probably took her to get dressed. Sometimes I wonder if she's even human.

"Anna!" The knocking persists. "I know you're in there! Let's go! We got a big day ahead of us!"

I yawn and stretch my arms above my head. My feet drag against the floor as I unlock the door and open it to the smiling face of Peter and a frowning Jack. "Hey," I say, sleepily.

"Good morning, slave!" The redhead says happily. Oh right. That's what happening today. He tosses me a ball of fabric. "Go put this on," he waves a hand in front of his nose. "And brush your teeth while you're at it. We got lots to do today!"

I rub my eyes and take a look at what I Peter gave me. It is a solid white t-shirt with the words 'I Lost A Bet' in black bold font on the front and 'Peter's the Best' written on the back.

"Is this really necessary?"

"It'll go by faster if you don't argue," Jack says. I now notice that he is wearing the same shirt.

"Oh, and I'm going to need Kristoff's number," Peter tells me.

I grab my charging phone from the desk and hand it to him. "You'll find it under his contact info. Give me five minutes," I say, closing the door.

I emerge from my room in a pair of dark blue jeans, Peter's stupid shirt, a gray cardigan, and my black combat boots tying my hair up in a messy bun. "What's first on the agenda, Peter," I ask him, slinging my small shoulder bag on my shoulder.

He and Jack are sitting on the floor with their back to the wall next to my door looking up at me. "We wait for Kristoff outside," he tells me, standing up. "Oh, and you guys will only refer to me as master for the rest of the day."

"Excuse me?"

"No way in hell am I calling you master," Jack proclaims.

We are stepping into the elevator now. Going down. Peter puts his finger on his chin. "Huh," he says in fake wonder. "If I remember correctly, you lost the bet, so you have to do whatever I say. And I say that you are going to call me master for the rest of the day. Now, come on slaves," his voice drips with authority, and he hands me phone. "You have a lot of cleaning to do."

Great... this is going to be a long day.

"Hey, slave K? When you're done with that, I haven't cleaned under my bed in a while either." Peter is laid out on Flynn's bed reading a comic and sipping a soda while Jack, Kristoff, and I clean his room. Or as he prefers to call us slave J, K, and A.

Kristoff rolls his eyes at him but proceeds to get down on his knees and sweeps everything out from under the bed, which include multiple candy wrappers, empty bottles, piles of dirty clothes, a pizza box with a terrible smell coming from it, and... a stuffed fairy? Jack snatches it up.

"Aw," he coos, sarcastically. "Who's this little cutie?"

Peter looks up at Jack, and his face changes into a look of pure terror. "Where did you find that?" he demands.

Jack holds the doll in his arms like you would hold a new-born. "Under the bed."

"Give it back."

"You haven't answered my question."

"Jack," Oh no. Peter hasn't called us by our real names all day. This is serious. "Give me the doll."

That playful gleam in his eyes quickly sobers, and he hands Peter the doll. "Her name is Tink," the redhead says as he accepts the doll and places it gently on Flynn's bed. "Happy?" he stands up, sending Jack an icy glare that could match Elsa's. Jack stays silent. "Good. Now I'm pretty sure the bathroom needs a good scrubbing."

The white-haired teen clears his throat. "Where are the cleaning supplies?"

"Don't have any," Peter answers, shrugging. "But do me a favor and use your toothbrush with whatever cleaning stuff you can find."

Jack glares at him but leaves the room, closing the door behind him more forcefully than necessary. I flinch at the impact.

Peter turns to Kristoff and I. "Nobody told you to stop cleaning," he tells Kristoff. The poor guy continues fishing things out from under the bed. "Slave A, make my bed. I have to go find the Lost Boys and cash in a solid. Make sure Frost does what I asked." And he leaves without another word.

"Thank glob," Kristoff says, dropping the broom in his hands. "I asked to go to the bathroom 3 hours ago. (2)" With that, he rushes into Peter and Flynn's shared bathroom.

I take this time to look at the doll Peter seems to care so much about. It has hair so blonde it's yellow tied up in a bun with bangs covering the forehead and black sewed on eyes and lashes. There are blue wings coming out of the back, and a green dress and matching shoes with a small ball of cotton at the tip of the shoes. Not to sound sexist or anything, but the doll seems a little girlish and childish for a teenage boy. I wonder...

"What are you doing?"

I jump, startled at the voice behind me. My eyes slowly turn to meet Kristoff's brown eyes. I quickly turn my body to face him and smile sheepishly, "Nothing," I answer. He gives me a look that clearly says 'I'm-not-buying-this-bull-carp'. I huff. "Fine, I was just thinking that it's weird that Peter has a kid toy when he makes himself out to be this big, macho guy."

Kristoff shrugs. "Maybe, but don't start asking about it. Otherwise, you'll piss him off like Jack did."

And speak of the devil, here's Jack walking in through the door now, muttering under his breath, "Stupid Peter, stupid bet," repeatedly.

"Well, think about it this way," I say, optimistically. "It's 10. Only 14 more hours to go."

He sighs. "I guess." Then he walks into the bathroom holding a toothbrush and cleaning supplies. "This is so gross."

Kristoff returns to his work under the bed as I work around him and straighten out the sheets. "The faster we finish the faster we'll be done."

The door opens and in walks Peter. He is smiling again like nothing had transpired between him and Jack earlier. "Good news, slaves," he tells us, resuming his place on Flynn's bed, phone in hand and taping away on the screen.

"You've decided to end our punishment now instead of later?" I ask hopefully.

Peter snorts. "As if. No, I've got a job for all of you when you're done."

"Yippee," Jack says, sarcastically from the bathroom.

The redhead ignores him. "As soon as your finished, we'll get some lunch and head out."

"Head out?" I ask, fluffing his pillows.

"Yeah," he answers, he looks up from his phone and smiles in a way I'm sure would make any girl melt. "Don't try to ruin the surprise now, Anna."

Despite my efforts, a small blush rises to me cheeks. I roll my eyes and turn away, forcing the blush down. I hear him chuckle quietly and catch a glimpse of Kristoff looking at Peter with a scowl on his face. Why the heck is he so mad? I finish the bed and move out of Kristoff's way so he can finish his job. "So what's next?"

"How about you be a doll and go get me another soda from the vending machine?"

"Sure, just give me some cash, and I'll grab it."

"Better idea," he says looking back at his phone. "How about you buy it?"

I send him a glare before grabbing my wallet out of my bag. "I'll be back in five."

I close the door behind me before walking down the hallway. In a sense, the boy's dorm is a little cooler than the girl's. There are vending machines at the end of every floor. Back on our building, they're all in the lobby and basement. I've already planned on writing an angry letter to get Mr. Meyers fired but adding a plea for more vending machines wouldn't be so bad either.

I put my money in the slot and grab the Coke. As I walk back to Peter's room, a blur of red nearly knocks me over. "Hey!" I yell angrily at the teen running down the hallway. "Watch where you're going!"

He briefly looks back and gives a very unconvincing sorry, and I continue walking to Peter's room. When I get there, the door is wide open. "Peter, Peter, Peter, Peter! I have huge news!"

I peek inside, and there's the jerk who almost knocked me over. Wait, I recognize the jerk. Slightly.

Peter sits up, and I toss him his soda can. He catches it LIKE SOME KIND OF FREAKING NINJA!, opens it takes a sip, and says, "What's up?"

I now notice that Slightly is panting. "I found her," he tells him in between breaths.

Peter's eyes widen. It's completely quiet as all of us wait for Peter's reaction. Even Jack peeks out from the bathroom. Who is her? And why was she lost?

"How?"

"I started asking around. And Melvin from physics said that Lily told him that her best friend heard from Matthew that Karen and Thomas are distant relatives with one of her roommate's best friend."

"Wait. What?" I ask.

"Look, I heard from a lot of people who heard from a lot of people that she goes to Wesleton."

"Any way I can find her now?"

"I could ask Karen to talk to Thomas, but that could take a while, considering I have detention in," he glances at his phone. "about five minutes, so I really have to run."

"Time out," Jack says, standing up. "What the hell is going on here?"

"You tell the story," Slightly tells Peter. "I have to go." He rushes out of the room.

Peter is sitting on Flynn's bed dazed. "We found her," he says, smiling.

"Are you going to tell us what you're talking about?" Kristoff asks, snapping him out of his daze.

"I guess," Peter answers. "It all started last night at the Halloween party. Me and Chubby were hanging out, and I was trying to teach him to hide his freshman qualities when I spotted her.

"She was standing on the other side of the room with some guy in a warrior costume, and she looked like she could use some rescuing. So I rose to the calling. I ditched Chubby and walked over to her," he sighs. "The closer I got, the more I could see of her costume. She was wearing a light blue tutu and a tight white shirt. Her hair was hidden in a shoulder length, flippy white wig. I didn't understand her costume at first, but then I saw her glittery, white wings and prop: a sign that said "Hey, look, listen!" And it was obvious. She was Navi."

"Who?" I ask.

"She's the fairy from the Legend of Zelda. Any more questions?" He asks, clearly annoyed. Oops. I shake my head. "Anyway, that jerk that she was talking to was coming on too strong and wouldn't take a hint, so I stepped in. After I got rid of the problem, me and the girl started talking, like all night. I found out that her name is Wendy, her and her two brothers came from England so she could go to Wesleton, and the only reason she came to the party was because her younger brother was trying to impress his crush. But that's about it. I haven't been able to get her out of my mind, so I had the Lost Boys do some digging for me, and it worked."

"Aw!" I squeal, letting me teenage girl side come out. "That's so cute!"

Jack rolls his eyes next to me and mutters, "Oh brother."

Peter is about to respond when his phone goes off. He smiles at the screen then looks at us. "Do you guys know who Astrid Hofferson is?"

Astrid? Then it hits me. Hiccup's obsession. Me and Jack exchange knowing smiles and I can't help myself from laughing when I respond, "Yeah, we know her."

He seems to roll this over in his mind. "Ok, new plan. Anna, you're next job is a scouting mission. Find Astrid."

"Wait. Why Astrid?"

"That's Wendy's roommate."

Well, I guess I'll need Hiccup's help. Not like he'll object to following Astrid around all day. "What do you want me to find out?"

"Anything you can about Wendy."

"That sounds creepy, but you got it."

I grab my bag and give a small wave goodbye to Jack and Kristoff. Just before the door closes behind me, I mouth, "good luck".

They're gonna need it.

Jack's POV

"You can't be serious," I tell Peter as soon as the door closes.

"About what, Frost?"

"This whole thing."

"You obviously have something to say so spit it out." Looks like somebody's mad.

"Do you really think that you're going to win Wendy over by having someone follow her around?"

He glares at me and smiles smugly. "Well, you would be the love expert, wouldn't you?"

I'm taken aback by this, so is Kristoff, who pauses his work and looks up at our exchange. Before I can think of a good comeback, I say, "What do you mean?"

Peter looks at me with fake shock in his eyes, that smug smile still there. "I mean things are going so well with Elsa, so I maybe should be taking advice from you."

My eyes widen along with Kristoff's from right next to me. How could he possibly know about the minor, extremely tiny crush on Elsa. I quickly play it off, not very smoothly for me, but... "What are you blabbing about now?"

He smiles. "So it's like that?" His eyes shift to Kristoff's. "Maybe you just don't like an audience. That's fine. I have a job for Kristoff anyway. Kris, my man, I need you to reach into my closet right next to Jacky over there, and grab the can of Rain-X and the paint brush next to it. You're going to find Mr. DeMartino's classroom. Sneak in and paint the white board with the Rain-X."

"You know that I don't go to this school, right?" Kristoff asks, dubiously.

He waves the teen away. "Tell you what, Kris. If you do this right and don't get caught doing it, you're free for the rest of the day."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah and if you happen to run into Anna, tell her the same thing." He tells him with a wink.

Kristoff glances at me as if apologizing with his eyes for leaving me alone with this psycho. But if I were in his shoes, I'd do the same thing. I give him a small nod of approval. He grabs the bucket and paintbrush, throws them in his book-bag, and walks out the door.

Peter's eyes turn to me. "It's just you and me, Frost, and your first task is..."

Kristoff's POV

"Anna, you're not gonna believe this(3)!"

"What's up, Kristoff?," her voice asks from the other side of the phone.

"Peter said that after we finish our assignments, we're free!"

"No way! Jack must be thrilled."

"Well, actually, by we Peter just meant you and me."

"What?"

"Yeah, he told me to pull a prank on a teacher and then it would be just him and Jack."

"That's not good. Did he tell you what he was going to have Jack do?"

"Not exactly," but I have some ideas.

"What do you mean not exactly?"

I can't just tell Anna that whatever Peter has in mind for Jack because it includes her sister. I mean, what am I supposed to say? Hey Anna, Peter plans on making Jack do some embarrassing stuff in front of your sister because of his crush on her. Does she even know about his crush? I know I didn't before today. And how would she react? She'd probably tell Elsa. "He said something about more cleaning, but that's really it," I lie.

"Should we help him out?"

"We could try," I respond. But I doubt that there's anyway we could really help if Elsa's involved.

"Alright, well I should go. I have to go stalk Astrid."

"Yeah, I have to go find Mr. DeMartino's room. I'll talk to you later." No, you idiot! Don't let her hang up yet! "Wait, Anna," Now what? Ask her to lunch or something? "Since we'll be free in a matter of hours, do you want to get lunch, uh, with me?" I'm such a moron! No way she'll say yes! she probably has better things to do than to have lunch with-

"Sure that sounds fun." Really? It was that easy?

"Ok, then I'll see you later?"

"Yeah," she says. "We can figure out details later. Oh, there's Merida! She'll know where to find Hiccup. I got to go."

"Alright, bye," I say right before there is a click, and she is gone...

And I just asked her for lunch...

Like a date? No. Not a date. I know that. She knows that. So it's not, right?

It could be.

No. It's not.

Why am I thinking about this so much?

Do I want it to be a date?

Yes?

No?

Yes.

No.

Yes!

No!

Well which is it!?

Is she thinking about this as much as I am?

Anna's POV

Sweet! Lunch with Kristoff. Does that mean that I'm getting a free meal? That would make it even better.

"Merida," I call out as I get closer to the redhead. Her head snaps up at the mention of her name.

She is sitting on a blanket on the grass of the quad with that girl I met on our second night here. What was her name again? MJ? KN? MK! Her name is MK.

"Oh, hey Anna. What's up?" Merida says in her Scottish accent. (By request, I will stop writing in a Scottish accent)

I wave at MK. "Hi," I turn to Merida again. "I need to find Hiccup. Do you have any idea where I can find him like now?"

She pushes her red hair out of her face and checks her phone. "He said he was going to meet up with me and MK while Jack was busy being a slave. But I can tell him to meet you somewhere if you need me to."

"No, that's ok, Merida. I'll just wait for him here," I pause and look at the two teens. "If that's ok."

"Yeah, it's fine." I plop down next to Merida on the blanket.

"What do you need him for?" MK asks.

"That whole Jack being a slave thing applies to me too. And I need him to help me with my latest job."

Merida snorts. "What could that idiot possibly help you with?"

"Stalking Astrid," I tell him simply.

Both girls break into hysteria. Merida wipes a small tear from her eye. "Hiccup could definitely help you there."

"Hiccup could help you what?" A voice says behind me, making me jump. I turn to see Hiccup.

Merida smiles brightly at him. "We were just telling Anna here that you'd be perfect in helping her stalk Astrid since it is your favorite pastime and all."

Hiccup frowns at her. "Ha ha. You're so funny," his voice is dripping with sarcasm. He sits down next to me on the blanket. "What I do in my free time is none of your business, Strawberry Shortcakes."

"Strawberry Shortcakes? Never heard that one before," she snips back. "Get some better jokes."

"Get some better jokes," he mimics in a fake Scottish accent. I giggle. Merida glares. What? It was spot on. He turns to me. "What do you need, Cherry?"

Merida groans. "They're just getting worse."

He ignores her and looks at me waiting for an answer. "I need to find Astrid, and I'm pretty sure you know where to look."

Shock flashes across his face. "Wait, Merida wasn't kidding?"

"Well sorta. I have to find Astrid, so I can find her roommate."

He smiles brightly. "Yeah, I could totally help you sta- I mean find Astrid. So you know we could uh find her roommate," He adds quickly after seeing Merida's pointed look. "When do you want to go?"

"The sooner, the better."

He stands up, excitedly. "Alright, let's go." We say our goodbyes to MK and Merida, and Hiccup begins leading the way.

"Where to?"

"Weselton. If I know Astrid, and believe me I know Astrid, she's practicing."

"Practicing what?"

"Football. So, the first place we look is Wesleton's football team practice."

Jack's POV

What have I gotten myself into? I knew I shouldn't have taunted him so much. Now he's just going to take it out on me... using Elsa. And the thought of that fuels my frustration.

"Now that it's just you and me, Jack, talk to me. What do you like about Elsa? Is it her eyes? Her hair?" I feel his eyes look hard at me. "The way that she actually responds if you're talking to her?" He's getting really angry now.

Good. Let him get mad. I already am.

He lets out a deep sigh. I look at him, and he's... smiling? What? "You know what? Forget it. Let's go get some lunch. I'll drive." He stands up and hands me a notebook and pen. "But you're going to need this."

"What's this for?"

"On our way to my favorite café, where you will buy us lunch, you're going to write a note to Elsa, confessing your undying love for her."

"What? No way I'm doing that," I object.

"You will if your master says so. And look at that, I do."

He locks the door behind us and leads the way to his small car. "Now get writing." He turns over the engine and goes on his way.

Write a letter? Confessing undying love? Oh, please! It's just a crush! Like he's going to read this anyways. I grab the pen and start writing. Dear Elsa, Peter is making me write this because I lost a bet. But I doubt he's going to read this, and I doubt you'll ever see it so... who really cares? The sky is blue. The cows go moo. This car is red, and smells like boys. And that's saying something since I'm a guy too. Seriously, has the car ever been clean? This mess is worse than his room, which he made us all clean! And all because of one stupid bet! I-

"We're here," Peter says, parking in front of a small café. "Let's see what you got so far," before I can even register what's happening, Peter snatches the notebook from my hands and begins reading. He laughs. "Oh that's funny, Frost." He rips out the page, crumples it up, and throws it over his shoulder. "Come on," he says, opening the door. "I'm starving. You can write a real note when we get back." I groan. Of course he would read it.

Peter and I walk to the front of the shop and I am about to go in when he says, "No way! You'll never guess who's here."

"Who, Peter?" I ask, uninterested.

He looks at me and smiles. "Elsa."

"Sure she is," I scoff.

"See for yourself," he tells me, gesturing to the window.

My eyes wander to the large window in the front of the store. My breath hitches in my throat, for he is right. Elsa and Rapunzel have literally just walked into the café and picked a table to sit at.

Great. Just freaking great.

"I guess this works out for all of us," he says, snapping me out of my thoughts. "I get free lunch and a show."

"No way, Pan," I object.

"Save it. 1) You haven't even heard it, and 2) once you do, you will do it. Partly because you have to and partly because you want to." I glare at him. He smiles. "Tell you what. You do this little thing and I won't make you do anything else involving Elsa in any way, shape, or form."

I'd still be stuck being his slave for the rest of the day, but at least Elsa isn't going to be involved. Wait a minute. This is Peter you're thinking about. That's the equivalent of selling my soul to the devil. "Swear on Tink," I say, suddenly.

"What?"

"If you go back on your word, I take her."

He narrows his eyes at me, but agrees. "Alright Jack. I want you to go in there and get me a spicy Italian sandwich and a coffee, no cream and extra sugar. Then," he pauses for dramatic effect. "I want you to go kiss Elsa."

What. The. Actual. HELL.

He wants me to kiss Elsa?

He wants me to do the very thing I have longed to do since the first day I saw her?

I should be happy, excited. But am I?

Peter snaps his fingers in my face. "Snap out of it, Jack. If you keep your mouth wide open like that, you'll catch flies. Now go! I don't have all day, and I'm freaking starving."

My feet are rooted in place. I can't move. I'm terrified. My palms are sweaty. My face is flushed. And worse of all, my heart is pounding in my rib cage. I can't do this. I can't do this.

Hands grab my shoulders roughly and push me pasted the threshold of the café. I turn around and look at the smiling face of Peter. He is waving as the door closes once again.

Can't go back now. Ok, Frost. You can do this. Just take a deep breath and walk up to the counter. Wait for your turn and give your order.

"Hi, can I help you?" The cashier asks.

I give her Peter's order and my own, a PB and J and a latte for me, and wait.

"Jack?" a voice asks from behind me.

I turn around. Crap. "Oh hey Rapunzel. What are you doing here?"

"Study date with Elsa. I have a huge test coming up," She replies.

"That sucks." A worker behind the counter hands me my order to go. "Well I'll leave you to your caffeine and studying." I'll just tell Peter I got caught and couldn't do it. He'll understand. It'll be-

"You should gp say hi to Elsa," she points at her table. "She's over there."

I nod. "Good luck with that test," I tell her as I begin walking towards Elsa with my take out bag and drink tray.

Dammit. Dammit. Dammit!

Stupid Rapunzel with her niceness and crap. I look up out of the front window. Yup, just like I thought; Peter's there, watching me. "Elsa," I say, once I'm behind her. Oh god. This is it. I'm really going to kiss Elsa. I can feel my cheeks heating up.

She turns around and looks at me, smiling. Her blue orbs are sparkling. "Hey Jack." Damn, blue is her color.

I can feel my cheeks getting even hotter. My throat is dry. "Hey Elsa." I mentally slap myself. Your voice just cracked, Frost. Like an idiot. I look over her shoulder at Peter. He is gesturing at me to hurry up. I put the drinks and bag down on the table.

Elsa turns to see what I'm looking at. NO! She can't see Peter! Crap! It's now or never, Jack! You can do it! "What," she begins, but I stop her by leaning down close to her.

She looks up at me in confusion. I cup her face and look into her eyes. I could get lost in them forever. She's so beautiful that I don't even think about possibly regretting this later. I just go with it. My eyes close gently and I push my lips against hers as softly as I possibly can. I move them rhythmically against hers even though they are unresponsive.

What? If this is the first and last time I will ever kiss Elsa Arendelle, I'm going to make sure both of us remember it.

I separate my lips from hers and look down at her. She wears the same shocked, confused expression, and I look down to hide the new shade of red covering my cheeks.

What have I done?

Any hopes of dating her? Gone.

Our friendship? Gone.

All because of a stupid bet, a redhead, and a kiss.

"I have to go," I tell her. Then, I grab my stuff off of the table and run out of the café as fast as possible.

OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH SNAAAAAAAAAAAP! What's going to happen next? What will Peter make Jack do for the rest of the day? What about Anna and Kristoff? Will they kiss too? HOW WILL ELSA REACT!?

All these questions will be answered. Until then, leave a review, ask a question, PM me, whatever. Don't forget to be awesome :)

(1) Ok, I haven't done this is a while, but you should still know the drill. What cartoon is this from?

(2) This one's from a movie...

(3) From a Disney tv show ;3

Lara Yes! I feel so honored! :)

Halfbloodheart I get a bestfanficever hashtag!? Best. Day. Ever!

anonymous I'm taking my sweet time :) But I hope you enjoyed that kiss.

Phoenix Nope. No idea what animal jam is. Sorry, brahh. Welcome back from Disney World. I personally have never been, but it does sound like an absolute blast. If I did, though, I'd probably spend the entire time either stalking Elsa and Anna OR Peter Pan.

CrazyBraids67 I can and I did :) Regular Show is freaking awesome. And if I threw in a Regular Show reference I had to include Spongebob.

Guest This review is wonderful just like you. I'm glad you like the Jelsa action.

Guest Whoa, buddy. Calm that down. I didn't mean it as Jarida. It was intended as a pun since she was dressed up as Flame Princess. And flames are normally hot. But my bad, if it came off as Jarida-ish.

TheDerpyMustache lol that he is.

BIGGEST FAN First of all, love the name. That made me really happy! Secondly, I will definitely continue the story. Don't you worry.

PartyAnimal I'm sorry that I skipped the party scene even though you wanted it. Personally, don't have that great of party life, so it's kind of hard to write an entire party scene. But I hope that you enjoyed the small flashbacks and talking about the party.

Guest I did not write the party scene, but I hope you liked the update.

Guest I'm the same way when it comes to Zelda. I'm also glad that you enjoyed all of their costumes :)

Guest Awww! Thanks so much. I hope you enjoyed the update. And I hope you, modern-day Jack Frost, find your Elsa (or Elso, Edward, Elsward? If you're a girl) someday

Guest Hahaha it's updated now. I hope you liked the beginning ;3

Quick Announcement to Guests... I love your reviews, trust me I do, but it's super confusing to respond to a guest when there are like a hundred of you. Tell you what, from here on out I will give a shout-out to my favorite guest name. It could be funny, it could be random, it could be cute, even totally brown nosing. Anything! Just not Guest! For the love of glob! I might just blow my brain out if I get Guest reviewing one. more. time. That is all.