And I'm baaaaack! I hope you all enjoyed that last chapter. Now let's figure out where we left Anna and Kristoff.

BTW I'm almost 100% that there will be a time jump to keep up with the weather outside. It's an OCD thing. I'm sorry.

Oh, and Merry Christmas! XD

This is awesome! I can't believe he brought me here! "This is the coolest thing that has has ever happened to me!" I say excitedly, running towards the entrance. Kristoff laughs behinds me. He pulls out a duffle bag from the back of his truck then follows me to the entrance. "Come on!" I know I'm whining, but I'm so freaking excited.

Kristoff brought me to the freaking Bjorgman's Ice Skating Rink. I have never heard of it until today, BUT I love ice skating rinks. Elsa spend all her time at ice skating rinks when we were kids. I was, am, completely terrible at ice skating. I mean I'm clumsy on a flat surface, so just imagine that elevated on skates and on a sheet of ice.

I've just always loved how beautiful the ice looks and the hot coco, and it's all just fun. Everything! The falling and all. I haven't been to one since before my parents died. Now I get to share it all with Kristoff. That's pretty great.

I get to the door and am about to push it open when a sign catches my attention. "Kristoff, this place was supposed to be closed an hour ago."

He reaches into his pocket. "Well, lucky for us, I have the master key," he shows me a shiny gold key. "And the maintenance crew should be in there, so we're all set."

A giant smile covers more than half of my face, and I give Kristoff a giant hug. It's kind of hard because, you know, dude's freaking tall, so I have to climb on my tip-toes. "You're the best," I say, quietly.

"I know," he whispers back.

When I pull away, he turns away really fast. His face looks red. Maybe it's cold out here.

He uses the key to open the door and holds it open for me to walk through. This is going to be awesome. And cold...

I look down at my outfit of the day: Peter's stupid "I lost a bet" shirt, my skinny jeans, a cardigan, and a light sweater over it. Not really Something a person would wear to go ice-skating in. "Hey Kristoff," I ask.

"Yeah?" He begins leading me down a long hallway. There is a small room at the end of this hallway. The door says security on it.

"I'm not exactly dressed to be in an ice-skating rink."

He pats the duffle-bag he has singed over his shoulder. "That's what this is for." He taps on the door gently. There is movement behind the door for a few minutes before it is opened.

A deep voice says from the other side of the door says, "Annie(1) did you lock yourself inside again?" The door opens, revealing a man in a pair of worn out jeans and a black staff shirt. His eyes widen when he sees that Kristoff and I aren't someone named Annie.

He squints. "Kritstoff?"

"Yeah, Uncle Benjamin," Kristoff says. "It's me."

Uncle Benjamin laughs and wraps his arms around Kristoff. It's only then that I can see the drastic height difference between the two. Kristoff is taller than me by like a head, but he's not abnormally tall.

He pulls away and looks at me. "Who is this?"

"Oh, this is Anna."

"Anna?"

"Hello," I say with a small wave.

He looks at Kristoff seriously. "Bulda and Cliff know?"

"That depends. Do Gothi and Pepper know you've locked their youngestv in a giant ice skating rink multiple times?"

"Touche," he throws his hands up. "Fine, I'll keep my lips sealed. You still have that spare key I gave you?" Kristoff holds up the key as evidence. "You know the pin?"

"Has anyone changed it recently?"

"No, it's the same."

"Then, yes."

He looks at the clock on the wall behind him. "If you promise to lock up and set the alarm for me before you leave, it's all yours. Don't worry about the footage, I'll handle it tomorrow morning." He reaches into the security room and grabs a jacket. He starts to put it on as he says, "And to reiterate, if Gothi and Pepper ever find out about me locking Annie in here on a few occasions, I will have you're head on a silver platter," Benjamin punches Kristoff in the arm, hard. Kristoff rubs it in the spot that he was punched. "It was great seeing you, Kristoff." He extends his hand to me. "You too, Anna. Maybe we'll see you over the holidays. Kristoff's never brought a girl home, but he's also never brought a girl to an ice skating rink. So there must be a first time for everything."

Uncle Benjamin starts away from us before either of us have the opportunity to deny dating. You know something? That's like the fifth time someone has mistaken us for a couple. Weird. "So that's your uncle, huh?"

"Yep," Kristoff answers. "That's my uncle Benjamin. That was a lot easier than I thought it would be."

"Wait. You knew he was going to be here?"

"Yean, he always works the weekend shift. He's probably the only one who would let us skate without an interrogation and telling my parents. It's easier to get away with things wit him if you have the right dirt on him." He shuts the security room door and starts walking back down the hallway. I jog to keep up with him. "So, are you ready to skate, Anna?"

I look at him and smile. "I thought you'd never ask."

Elsa's POV

My lungs are burning, my legs are throbbing. The last time I ran like that was when (2)Kai and I were training for the junior ice skating Olympics.

I'm exhausted. And for what? I still lost Jack. Bastard kissed me and got away. I'm livid.

After that fiasco, I walked back to the dorms, and opened the door, hoping to be alone for a little while. I just need some time to cool off before trying to talk to him again.

But just my freaking luck. Merida's here, lounging on her bed. I slam the door behind me. Oh, and that's right. I never went back to the cafe to grab my stuff. It isn't exactly intentional, but I'm just so angry.

Merida sits up, startled. "Well, hello to you too."

I look at her seriously. "Don't." I now realize how cold I am. I'm shivering and my freaking sweater, bookbag, wallet, and coffee are still at the table with Rapunzel. I'm just lucky that I had my phone and keys in my pocket. Now all I want to do is shower and curl into a ball and sleep.

I throw the keys and phone on my bed and grab a change of clothes, pajamas. My voice cracks when I say, "I'm going to shower. Knock if you need me."

The bathroom door slams shut behind me, and I sink down onto the carpet we put on the ground and curl up. I'm confused and hurt, and I feel like crying.

Why do I feel like crying?

There's a hesitant knock on the door. "Elsa?" Merida's voice asks, gently. "I know it's none of my business, but you're phone has been going off."

I don't answer at first. "Who are they from?"

"Rapunzel. She just texted me. She says she has your stuff and she'll drop it off later tonight."

"Awesome," I mumble.

There's moment of complete silence. Then, "Elsa?"

"Yeah?" My voice sounds weak, fragile.

"Are you ok?"

All I have to do is lie. Tell her everything is fine. But I can't. "No," I croak.

"I'm coming in, ok?" The door opens slowly. "You really should lock the door when you try to shower." She sits down next to me on the rug. "What happened?"

I rub my eyes... which are wet? When did I start crying? I am not sad over some stupid boy! I'm angry! Why am I crying? I sit up and squeeze my legs against my chest. I groan. Should I even tell Merida? Sure, we're roommates, but she's known Jack more than I have. How will she take it?

"Jack kissed me." I blurt out before I can stop myself.

Merida's eyes widen. "He did what, now?"

I clear my throat. "He kissed me."

"I, he, what?" Merida questions, holding her forehead in her hands. "I mean I knew he liked you. That was obvious from the day he let you wear his sweater, but he kissed you? Holy crap. That bastard!"

"You think he likes me?"

"Isn't it obvious? He kissed you, didn't he?"

"Well, yeah, but what if it was for some other reason?"

"Elsa, you're crying because of this? He's just some stupid boy." She looks at me. "You can't be serious?"

"What?"

"You really like that idiot don't you?"

"I've only known him for about two months."

"Well you don't have to impress him."

I scoff. "Says the girl who made me do her hair and make up yesterday, so she could impress some guy."

Merida laughs. "Excuse you. It was for a contest, which I won."

"What was the prize," I ask, rubbing my eyes again.

"A gift card, but we were talking about you, and what we're going to do to Jack when we see him again."

"We?"

"Hell yeah," she shakes her head. "That jerk. Messing with my roommate? I'll rip him to shreds."

"I don't think I'm really mad at him. I'm just confused"

"And that makes you mad, right?"

"Yes?"

She smiles and stands up. "Which makes you mad at Jack for making you confused, so I still get to kill him." She leaves the bathroom but calls from her room, "Don't take too long with your shower. We have a death to plan."

I chuckle and turn on the water. "We don't have to kill him, Merida."

"But we could seriously hurt him," she yells back.

This will be one interesting night.

Jack's POV

Let me try to remember where Elsa's room is... Think, Jack, think! Wait a minute... Jack you dumbass! Her and Merida are roommates!

My stomach growls.

Oh, yeah. Peter has my lunch... and my wallet... and my phone... and my sweater! Maybe he's still at the cafe. Only one way to find out.

My pace quickens as I walk back in the direction of the cafe, where there is in fact a little red car!

YES!

There's someone leaning in through the passenger window. Who's that? I cross the street quickly, nearly getting hit by a car and rush to Peter's car. It's Rapunzel. Oh, right. She was here with Elsa before her cousin chased me around town. When I get to the car, I lean in the window next to Rapunzel.

"Hey Rapunzel." I nod at Peter.

She glares at me. Oh, great. She's mad at me too. "What the hell did you my cousin? I haven't seen her run like that in forever."

Peter laughs from inside the car. "Lover boy over here? Did I forget to mention he grew a pair and planted a good one on your cousin?" Rapunzel gapes at me. "So yeah that happened. Then both of them took off running around town leaving poor old Rapunzel and Peter with all of their crap."

"I was just starting to like you, Peter."

He shrugs in response and smiles. "What fun would it be if we actually got along?"

"You did what?" Rapunzel asks, shocked. "I can't believe you."

"I know. I'm going to go talk to her. We'll work it out, and things will go back to normal." Back to the normal that I can't spontaneously kiss Elsa? Is that what I really want?

"You better. The last guy that tried to kiss Elsa faced the wrath of me and Anna, and my dad," she pauses. "And my chameleon, Pascal!"

Wait, the last guy that tried to kiss Elsa? Does that mean that I stole her first kiss? I am a terrible person! I look at Rapunzel horror-struck. She seems to have realized this too.

Peter just looks confused. "What did I just missed?"

"You took her first kiss." Rapunzel says.

Peter sighs. "Dammit. I feel bad for you now. Get in, both of you. I'll give you a ride to the girls' dormitory. So you," he points at Rapunzel. "can get back before curfew and maybe see the love of your life. And you," he points to me. "can go apologize to the love of your life."

"She's not the love-"

Peter interrupts, "Shut up and get in before I change my mind."

Rapunzel and I climb in, and Peter starts the car. His phone rings, and he checks his messages. He laughs like a mad man. "Anna found Wendy," he says happily. "I have a date!" He yells, as he accelerates through a red light, nearly missing a pedestrian.

I may not even make it to Elsa's room with this psycho's driving.

Anna's POV

"How'd you get so good at this again?" I ask, trying to stay balanced on my skates while Kristoff literally skates circles around me.

"My parents own an ice skating rink. Plus, I was on a hockey team since I was old enough to balance in a pair of skates."

"Hockey? Sweet." I stick both of my arms out and try to move from where I am.

Kristoff's laughter fills the giant room. "Do you need some help?"

"No," I reply. I know I'm being stubborn, but I know I can do it on my own. "I got this." I struggle some more.

"You could just hold onto the railings."

"I'm just going to tune you out now."

"Seriously, just let me help you learn the basics."

"Kristoff, how many times do I have to tell you I got- whoa!" My left food slides (crashes) into my right and sends me falling on the ice. My legs are in a tangled mess, my back flat on the cold ice. "Ouch."

"Anna," Kristoff yells, sliding on his knees to get to me. "Are you okay?"

"Just great," I say looking up at his face. "Not to complain, or anything, but it's kind of cold down here. Do you think you could?"

Kristoff smiles and stands back up, effortlessly and reaches down to help me up. Once I am standing up next to him, he hesitantly grabs my hand. Why does he look so nervous now?

"It's like gliding on the ice," he says, gently. "Let's move off the ice and get you one of my sweaters and gloves. You're freezing."

He grabs my other hand in his big ones, which are surprisingly warm and skates backwards to the entrance of the rink, pulling me gently along with him.

I smile really big at him. "Can you teach me how to do this?"

He laughs, red tinging his cheeks. He must be cold. "One step at a time."

We finally get off the ice, and Kristoff helps me keep my balance as I wobble to the bench where he left his huge duffle bag. He reaches inside and pulls out a pair of wool mittens and a red Reindeer sweater.

"I feel like I'm betraying the Mice."

He laughs, and I let him help me pull it on over my head. It's huge on me, completely covers my fingertips. "I don't think I'm going to need the gloves." I tell him, handing them back.

Kristoff accepts them and stares at the sweater around me. "You're missing something." He thinks for a minute, then pulls out a hat from the bag and puts it on my head. Kristoff stares at me a minute longer than grabs the scarf from around his neck and wraps it around mine.

"There, now you're ready to skate."

"This scarf smells like you... Wait, that sounded really weird. I didn't mean it like a creep or anything. I just mean that it smells like you."

"And what exactly do I smell like? "

I take a deep sniff of the scarf around my neck. "I don't know. Like you."

He laughs. "You can't define my smell?"

"It's hard," I wine. "You try defining my smell."

"Challenge accepted." He leans in and sniffs me. "Well, now you smell like me."

"Which smells like?"

"I asked you first."

"Fine. You smell like, nature and adventure."

"What does adventure smell like?"

"It smells like what it smells like!" I tell him. "Now are you going to teach me how to skate or not?"

"Alright, let's do this." He goes to grab my hand but stops. "Are you going to let me help you?"

"Yes, let's roll," I tell him, grabbing his hand and shakily moving towards the entrance again. "Okay, gliding right? I can do that." I move my feet, careful not to lift it from the ice. That doesn't, however, stop me from falling again.

Kristoff, is here this time to catch me. He holds me in both his arms and looks down at me. "Are you okay," he asks, gently.

What is this weird feeling? I feel butterflies in my stomach, and there's this weird heat in my cheeks. Kristoff's big brown are full of such concern, I feel like jello. "Yeah," I whisper. I clear my throat. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Great, really."

Kristoff's face reddens, too. He nervously laughs. "So, ice skating. Gliding."

"What else?"

"Well, it's all about you're balance. Stay loose and don't bend your knees or lean forward. If you lean forward, you're skates can dig into the ground, and you'll fall forward."

"I can't lift my feet, right?"

"No, you should be lifting your feet like if you were walking."

"Okay, I think I can do this." I am about to let go of his hand when something stops me. "But just in case I can't," I squeeze his hand and start skating, very wobbly I should add.

We spent the next few hours skating around the rink. And when I had finally gotten the hang of skating around, we chased each other around the rink. I fell, you know, occasionally. Ok, fine. It was more like once every five minutes. But that's okay. Because we'd laugh, and Kristoff would help me up. We were taking tons of pictures, too. A goofy selfie here and there never hurt anybody.

I had even tried pulling off some of the skating trick type thingies Elsa used to do. That didn't end too well...

I completely wiped out. But not the good type of wipe out that you can laugh about. No, I slammed my head down hard on that freaking ice. Things got fuzzy, and Kristoff came skating over as fast as he could.

"Are you okay?" His voice cut through the fuzziness. Things started to clear up.

"Yeah," I reply, sitting up, slowly.

"I think that's enough skating for the night."

"But I really did almost have that spinning thing down."

He laughs. "You were nowhere near nailing that trick." Kristoff wraps his arm around my shoulders and helps me stand.

Whoa! My leg really hurts. Like a lot. It gives out, and if not for Kristoff's arm around me, I would have fallen on the ice again. "Ouch."

"What the-"

"What?"

"Your leg. It's bleeding."

"What?" I look down at my leg. He's right. There is a rip in my jeans below my knee, revealing a cut on my skin. When I fell, I must have cut myself with the skates. "Well, look at that."

"Come on. Let's go get you patched up."

"Do you want me to crawl to the exit?"

"No, I got you," He tells me.

"What do you- Oh glob!" Kristoff puts his other arm behind my knees to then pick me up. His strong arms hold me bridal style. "Wow. Okay you're strong."

Kristoff just laughs. He skates off the ice and exists the rink. He gently sets me down on the bench and sits down next to me. "Just let me take off these skates, and I'll go grab you the first aid kit."

He leaves to grab the kit, and I am given the opportunity to examine the cut. I take off the skates and am left in my mismatched socks. Oops. Guess it's time to do laundry.

I poke at the cut. It's not super deep, but it still hurts like a mother! "Stop doing that," Kristoff scolds from behind me, making me jump. "You'll just make it worse."

"Sorry," I mumble.

"It's alright." He sits down next to me and puts my leg in his lap. His hands carefully roll up my jeans, so he can have easy access to the cut. Kristoff begins cleaning it using a disinfectant from the first aid kit. He takes a roll of gauze and begins wrapping it around my leg, making sure that the wound is completely covered.

"You should be okay with that," he tells me, pulling down my jeans carefully. "But your jeans are a different story."

"Darnit! These were my favorite jeans!"

He takes the scarf from around my neck and ties it around the wound. "Here, you can keep the scarf there to compensate."

I laugh and smile at him. "Thank you for everything: the ice skating, the lunch, and the patch job. It's been a great day, so thanks."

His face reddens as his smile widens. "It was nothing." He clears his throat. "How do you feel about some hot chocolate?"

"That sounds perfect."

Jack's POV

"Thanks again, Peter. Have fun on your date." I tell the redhead, grabbing my sweater, PB and J, Elsa's bag, my, now cold, latte, and Elsa's, barely warm, pumpkin spice latte.

"You too," he says with his signature mischievous smile. He looks at Rapunzel and winks, "You too, pixie cut." Before the doors are even completely shut, he drives off. Must be excited for his date with Wendy.

Rapunzel and I walk into the building and ride up in the elevator silently. When we arrive on her floor she exists. I sigh. Guess I really am alone in this. Okay, deep breaths. You can do this.

Just before the doors close, Rapunzel sticks her arm in to stop it. The door opens back up. "Hey Jack," she says. "Don't hurt my cousin, okay?"

I nod. "I wouldn't dream of it."

"In that case," she pushes the close door button and waves from the other side. "Good luck, Jack Frost," she says as the doors shut close.

Alright, Frost. You made it this far. You can do it. No. You have to do this. You have to make this right.

The elevator dings, and I'm on Elsa's floor. It's now or never.

I walk down the hallway until I am standing in front of her door. Just knock. My fist raises but hovers above the wood. Knock, Jack!

Knock, knock.

I release the breath I didn't know I was holding. There. Step one is complete. Now, if only talking to her was as easy as knocking.

The door creaks open. "Of course it's you," a familiar angry, Scottish voice says.

Elsa being mad at me? It sucks, but I'm almost positive I can handle. Merida, on the other hand? I don't think I'm going to make it out alive. The last time Merida was this mad was when Mulan and her were still roommates. They both ended up in the hospital. This could be very bad.

I nervously laugh. "Oh hey, Merida. Is Elsa home?"

"That doesn't really matter, Jackson." Uh-oh. Full name. Bad sign.

"Merida, I just need to talk to-" my sentence gets cut off along with my air supply, for Merida's hand is now pushing against my throat.

"Save it. You're talking to me now." Before I can even think about what's going on, I am pushed up against the hallway wall. I try fighting against her, but this is the same chick that grew up fighting freaking grizzly bears!

This is not going to end well.

Elsa's POV

I feel so much better. That shower really did hit the spot. I should apologize to Merida for being so cold earlier.

"Hey, Merida," I say, once I open the bathroom door. I look around the room for her, but it's empty. "Hello?"

The other door is wide open. She's probably talking to someone in the hallway. There are a lot of voice coming from the doorway. I peek into the hallway and gasp.

Jack Frost is on the ground, pinned under Merida. She has her legs on his arms, stopping him from going anywhere. His legs are thrashing around under her, trying to get free.

Merida is yelling life threats at him, drawing the attention of other girls on our floor. They are peeking out from their own rooms and watching. Merida is about to punch him.

"Merida, wait." I yell, reaching out for her.

She looks up at me. Her eyes are filled with absolute rage. "For what?" she asks, angrily. "This idiot deserves punishment! One of the first things I told him and Hiccup is don't mess with my roommate. It could end way too messy." She glares at Jack. "You didn't listen to me, and what did I say would happen if you broke my number one rule?"

"I'd get my face pounded in," he mumbled.

"You'd get your face pounded in! And that's what I plan to do!" She goes to punch again. I catch her fist.

"First of all, think about what you're doing. Really think about it. You're sitting on top of another student about to hit him, so you're already threatening yourself with a possible suspension." Not working. think of a different approach. I wave my hand at all the people in the hallway. "Second, just look at all of the witnesses."

She looks around and her expression softens. Alright. Now, we're getting somewhere. "Plus, Jack is you're friend. Do you really want to kill him?"

"At the moment? Yes."

"Think of the lasting effects."

She glares at Jack a minute longer then sighs. "Fine." Merida stands up. "You have at most an hour to talk before I come back. Frost, you better be gone. Time starts now." She sends a murderous glare to the girls still watching. "And what are you busybodies looking at?" Anyone who was watching Merida almost destroy Jack quickly retire to their rooms. "That's what I thought." Without another word, she walks back down the hallway towards the elevator.

Jack slowly stands up, dusting himself off in the process. "So, do you want to talk?" reaches on the ground next to him. I hadn't even noticed all the stuff there, including my bookbag and forgotten latte. "I brought gifts," he chuckles nervously.

I keep a poker-face. "You have one hour."

(1) Who could this be? I'll give you a hint. It is the name of the voice actress of a character with about two sung lines and no name. She is my second favorite character in Frozen.

(2) Who is Kai? *singsong voice* You'll see... :3

Guest You're Jelsa fluff request is my command

Guest I'm glad that I could make you laugh so hard. Fall in love? As much as I would love to rush them into a relationship filled with fluffy love and winter fun, but I cannot. I would be betraying my self conscious if I did.

PGCiscrazy I don't... O.o But I trust that you are human... maybe.

maggie98 I totally agree with you! I think Elsa's hair looks better when it's up. You can imagine Rapunzel however you'd like. I'm glad that you like the amounts of fluff. I share your obsession! I'm always all over the internet searching up pictures of them! And I agree with you that Merida should end up with an OC or Hiccup. She's freaking fantastic, and she deserves true love as much as the next character.