A/N: Hey guys! Well, this was gonna be a longer chapter but I wanted to write more back story, so I decided to cut it where I cut it and will update this weekend! It got busy at work, too busy to write fanfiction like I wanted! :D

Well, I know I said I might not include other Disney characters, but I guess I'm a liar and I lied to you, and for that I do apologize. I will throw a few in there for ya this chapter-helps with visualization, as one of my reviewers said!

Thanks for all the reviews! I am hoping someone may want to do fanart or something that I can use as a cover photo, since I am shit at drawing. Or, if you have any questions/comments hit me up on Tumblr. It's gretchenwienershadcracked.

This chapter will totally be about Elsa being super gay and uncomfortable around Anna's sorority sisters. gaaaaaaay

Have a great weekend!

-Raggs

What the hell am I doing?

There was still some light left, so Elsa opted to walk a few blocks to the sorority houses on Friday-but in retrospect, she probably should have just taken her car so she could at least hide for a little while in case she chickened out.

She was perpetually in skinny jeans most of the year, so that hadn't changed, and she definitely saw sorority girls wear v-neck shirts and cardigans and Sperrys, and maybe they carried leather messenger bags and wore thick-rimmed glasses, and maybe she wouldn't look like an outsider. Maybe the sorority girls on the porch she was walking by would just assume she was in another house and not stare at her.

Anna's house was huge, just like the others on the street. Pillars adorned a gaping porch on the wide brick building. Elsa told Anna she would be there at a certain time, and she hoped the other girl was going to be right there to greet her.

Well, she knocked, and she was nervous for some reason, probably because her new friend was kind of cute, and probably because she was about to walk into a whole house of…

A beautiful dark-skinned young woman opened the door, and Elsa was not quite sure-had she accidentally knocked on a house full of models?

"Hey, can I help you?" the young woman asked, a slight accent coloring her words.

"Yeah! I, uh...I'm here to see Anna? We're gonna study together for Spanish…"

"Oh, okay, come on in!" she said brightly, and Elsa stepped into a brightly-lit foyer. A wide wooden staircase stood opposite them. "Hey," the girl said to a passing sister. "Can you go see if Anna's done on the phone?"

"Yeah!" said the other girl, a pretty blonde, smiling at Elsa and the modelicious girl who had let her in.

"I can just wait here for her," Elsa said awkwardly as her host started walking forward.

"Oh, nonsense! Come on in, make yourself at home. We're all in here watching TV. I'm Jasmine, by the way"

"I...okay."

This was her worst nightmare and her dream come true at the same time, walking into a room full of hot girls. They could be super friendly, or they could be super bitchy and the time she spent waiting for Anna could be excruciating.

There were about a dozen girls sprawled out in the living room, some pizza boxes on a glass table and a CNN news program on the TV. Several of them were in sweatpants and t-shirts, others looked like they had just come home from class.

"Hey girls, this is Anna's friend Elsa," said the pretty girl who answered the door. They all looked up and chorused a hello, which Elsa obliged with a shy wave.

"Come on in and sit down!" one of the girls said, patting an empty space on the couch. "Want some pizza?"

"Oh, no, that's okay."

The brunette smiled at her as Elsa tried not to stare too deeply at her perfectly tanned skin. "Are you sure?"

"I'm fine, thank you," she obliged with a small smile.

"Dude, is baseball on tonight?" another girl asked as she tapped away on her iMac. The brunette on the couch shrugged.

"Look it up," she said teasingly to her sister. One of the other girls turned her attention to Elsa.

"So, what year are you in, Elsa?"

"I'm a junior."

"I like your glasses!" another sister piped up from the other couch.

"Uh, thanks!" Elsa had her thick-rimmed glasses hanging off her collar.

"Can I see them?" the girl asked with a bright smile.

Elsa tentatively took her bag off her shoulder and sat next to the girl, handing over the frames.

"Cool. I'm Mia, by the way," she said, examining them. "Where did you get these?"

"Lenscrafters in the mall, I think?" Elsa answered.

Another sister piped up. "Mia, Lenscrafters is where normal people go to get glasses." The girl rolled her eyes Elsa's way. "Mia's grandma is some super-rich royalty in a European country. She would probably have Louis Vuitton make Mia some custom glasses if she really needed them."

"I do need them!" Mia protested, with Elsa's glasses now on her face. "Do I look good?"

"Yeah, you look cute," said Elsa without thinking. Mia beamed.

"Thanks!" she handed them back, and Elsa carefully put them back on the collar of her sweater.

There was an awkward pause as the TV chattered on, Elsa desperately wishing for Anna to come downstairs to save her from the room full of cute women that she had nothing in common with.

Well, that wasn't fair-she might have something in common with them. Maybe they all liked Harry Potter.

"Are you in another sorority?" Jasmine asked, sitting down so Elsa was sandwiched between her and Mia.

Oh my God. This girl was seriously a model. Elsa felt like her armpits were on fire. It was so hot in here. Wasn't it hot in here?

"No," the blonde replied. She paused for a second. "Judging by everyone in the room, I don't think I'm pretty enough to be in a sorority. Especially this one."

There were some giggles. Elsa relaxed a little bit. Flirt to win.

"Do you live on campus?" came a voice from the middle of the room.

"No, I live off-campus with a few of the guys on the lacrosse team."

Heads turned her way, a dozen pretty faces all focused on those last words.

"It's, uh...just a few blocks down," she continued. "Off of Indianola."

"Ooh, which guys?" one of the girls asked, and Elsa groaned internally. When most people found out that she lived with three Scandinavian lacrosse players, they automatically assumed that every single night in the house was some crazy orgy.

"The guys from Norway?" she said tentatively as 12 young women looked at her with fascination. "Olaf, Kristoff and Hans."

"Oh my God," one of the sorority girls said. "What are they like?"

Elsa suppressed a laugh. The three boys were somewhat of an obsession on campus, all good lacrosse players and all incredibly handsome. The parties that they threw were legendary, a rare occurrence but occurrences that was worth the wait.

"They're all great guys," she said honestly. "They keep me laughing, for sure, and they're very dedicated to school and lacrosse. And they also like drinking," she added as an afterthought, a clatter coming from the other room.

"Oop, sorry Elsa!" said Anna as she skidded into the doorway. "Got caught up with something. Ah, I see you've met, like, a quarter of the chapter! Hey girls! Are you ready to go or were you guys all talking?"

"Oh, I was just telling them a bit about my roommates," Elsa said, jumping up and trying not to fall into Jasmine's beautiful arms. "It was lovely to meet all of you!"

"Bye," chorused the room of girls, all still staring at Elsa and probably dreaming about her roommates and their parties.