A/N: Darling readers, I hope you all had great weekends! Here, I wanted to set up Elsa's relationship with her roommates, so there isn't much Elsanna but I will get back to that. :) I wanted to establish the character of the three guys.

Really, what I enjoy writing is mostly happy stuff, so I chose not to make Hans an asshole and have chosen to keep most of the characters from getting too moody. I will try not to kill you all with heart-wrenching feelings as some of my fellow writers have-I'm looking at you, kate-kane! There are lots of other great fics out there, and I can definitely recommend kate-kane's "r9kElsa is suffering" as well as Celery Sticks' "A Snowflake in Spring," and I'm reading other ones too!

Hugs to all, and thanks for stopping by.

Love,

Raggy

Elsa had left the Zeta Kappa house feeling a hell of a lot more confident.

Of her Spanish exam, sure. But also of her and Anna's friendship. It was a surprise that they got much done at all, given how easily they slipped into conversation about-anything, really.

And...flirted? Had they really flirted? Kind of. Maybe Elsa was just getting her hopes up because Anna was so cute, very intelligent, incredibly caring and witty enough to match Elsa's sarcasm.

But they still had gotten plenty done, and Elsa left with a better grip on the literature they had been reading in class. She got home a little after eleven, her roommates gone, and crawled into bed with Sven, a Norwegian elkhound.

Elsa had work the next morning, and woke to a note from Kristoff asking if they could have a "few people over" that night. She knew that meant a bunch of invitees, and also meant "can you buy booze" but scrawled "yes" on the note before heading out the door.

Saturdays were always busy at the animal shelter, and Elsa buzzed around with Crookshanks on her shoulders, as usual. The fluffy orange cat was still waiting for a new home, but he was fully grown and not as attractive to people as kittens and smaller cats were. He had been with them for almost a year, and was almost a mascot by now.

Elsa wanted to take him back to the house, she really did-but what if Sven didn't like him? What if he didn't like Sven? And what if some nice family came in to take him home?

"I love you, bud," she told him at the end of the day. She always told him that before leaving him in his cat bed by the front window. He always sat and watched her pull away, yellow eyes fixed as her Corolla left the parking lot.

She came home tired, as normal, after stopping to buy beer and some whiskey. The boys were hunched around the kitchen table, eating some kind of seafood dish. Sven was at Kristoff's feet, snoozing, a tennis ball by his front paws.

She put the drinks away with a smile and grabbed a plate after giving each of them a quick one-armed hug. Olaf's lasted the longest-the dude just loved hugs.

"You inviting those sorority girls?" he asked, passing her a roll.

Elsa laughed. "I don't know, do I want to share with you guys?" she loaded her plate with fish and noodles.

"Sharing is caring," Kristoff said with a smile, shaking his blonde hair out of his eyes. Hans smirked and winked over at her.

"You need a haircut, bro," she said to him as he ran a hand through his auburn locks.

"Am I still adorable?"

"Yeah, duh. Hey, who are we having over tonight?" asked Elsa around a mouthful of food.

"Some of the guys," Kristoff said.

"Did the football team win today?" she asked.

They shrugged. Football was a big deal at OSU, but her roommates would much rather talk about lacrosse.

She laughed and shook her head.

Their house had two floors, no basement, one bathroom downstairs and one up, four bedrooms, the living room, laundry room and kitchen. They rented it together, had moved in last year. Elsa had the whole damn thing to herself during the spring lacrosse season, almost. Kristoff and Hans still had family in Norway, so they visited for some time in the summer, and Olaf was usually in Cali all break, so Elsa often had it to herself in the warmer months, too.

She was an introvert, so she enjoyed that time by herself (and with the dog) for a while, and plus she could bring home whoever she pleased, but having the boys around was much better than being alone.

They were her brothers, really. She didn't want to ever graduate and have to leave them.

After dinner, she jumped in the shower and then got to work on a little of her adolescent sociology homework.

She realized that she never looked up Anna on Facebook, and also didn't have her number, so she took a detour to the social networking site. Hopefully there weren't too many Anna Johnsons on campus.

She found the pretty sophomore and requested a friendship, turning back to her work for just a second before seeing her friendship request accepted and a message from Anna.

Anna Johnson: Hey stranger!

Elsa Michaels: Were you just waiting around for this friend request? :)

Anna: Maybe! :p What are you up to, amiga?

Elsa: Working on a project for soc. How about you?

Anna: some education stuff. Was debating going out but eh. Nothing really going on. You doing anything tonight? You know, other than studying?

The blonde tried to stop her heart from jumping, but that was to no avail.

Elsa: actually, the guys are having some lacrosse boys over and probably some other random people. So I may make an appearance downstairs ;p

Anna: Lucky them!

Elsa: Yeah haha

She paused. Did Anna want to hang out...?

Elsa: You're welcome if you're free. So are your sisters. I promise you WILL get hit on.

Anna: Ha! How can I refuse being hit on by cute lacrosse boys? :p

Elsa: I know I can, lol

Anna: haha what's your number? And is it really okay to tell the girls? I'll make sure no one gets too cray-cray.

Elsa: 614-555-5150

Anna: You grew up in Columbus?

Elsa: Yeah, around. What, you didn't stalk my Facebook profile? ;)

A text came in.

It's Anna. Very funny.

Elsa grinned and saved the number in her phone. Anna must have grown up around here, as well-she also had a 614 area code.

The blonde sighed. Thank God I took a shower.

It was hard to concentrate on her work after that.

Around 9:45, she emerged to help the boys clean and make sure there weren't any dog toys or dirty underwear hanging around. She had hurriedly straightened up her own room, which was a little cluttered, and threw on dark jeans and a bright blue tank top before tossing her hair up in its usual side braid.

I really should go tanning, she mused as she examined her ivory skin in the hallway mirror. Anna is going to think I'm a vampire.

Anna had pale skin, too, but Elsa was almost positive her own was a much more severe shade of white.

In the kitchen, she squeezed Hans's shoulder to get around him to the fridge as he meticulously scrubbed the sink. His English wasn't spectacular, and he was a bit shyer, so these get-togethers weren't always his thing. He always put on a good face, though, and would hang around Elsa if all else failed.

"I think some sorority girls are coming!" she shouted to the rest of the house as she grabbed a beer and some stuff to make a sandwich.

There was a "hmm" from Hans, a cheer from Olaf, and a "what the fuck dude you gotta TELL me these things!" from Kristoff, and some Norwegian curse words being thrown her way as he stomped to his room, presumably to change clothes.

She smiled and opened the beer. Life was good.

They passed the time playing Goldeneye on the N64 before the first lacrosse guys showed up, bringing more booze and some girls. Kristoff turned on the stereo and got a game of beer pong going on the table. Elsa sprawled out on the couch and flipped through the channels, sipping her Yuengling and occasionally checking her phone.

Okay, more than occasionally. She was glued to the damn thing, not wanting to miss Anna's text. It was just after 11, and people wouldn't really start showing up until later this hour. She hoped that there weren't too many people coming, and that there wouldn't be any people sneaking into her room to try and make out on her bed.

Hans had an action movie on in the background, and was sipping his whiskey with his feet up on the ottoman. Kristoff and Olaf were celebrating a beer pong victory, and the lacrosse boys were dragging out another table from the closet to start other games.

"You have girls coming over?" Hans asked with a grin. His accent was thicker than the others'.

"Not all for you, asshole," she said.

"Okay, I will leave one for you."

"One only?" she feigned shock.

"How many coming?"

"Not sure."

"Okay, one for you, one for Olaf, one for Kristoff, rest of them for me."

She laughed. "Keep it in your pants."

He frowned, eyes twinkling. "What does that mean again?"

"Oh my God, dude, you know what it means."

She fiddled with the hem of her tank top and hesitated before addressing the young man next to her.

"Hans, do I-do I look good in this color?"

He looked over, bright eyes pondering the question. They weren't the closest, she was definitely better friends with Olaf and Kris, but she knew he meant it when he nodded.

"Like, should I put on a sweater over this?"

He laughed. "You're always warm, when do you ever need a sweater? I think you look fine. I can also tell you have been working out in the gym."

She brightened. "Really?!"

"Yes, it is a good..uh...for the shirt..."

"Cut?"

"Yeah, cut, it looks good. Blue eyes and blue shirts, they match, right? I don't know, all I wear is fishing sweaters and t-shirts. You trying to impress someone?"

"I suppose I am," she said slowly.

"Just be yourself, it is a good saying."

"Buen dicho," she said with a smile. "Thanks, Hans."

"Sure, anything for my adopted sister," he said, and Elsa beamed. They clinked glasses, and she drained her beer before going to get a glass of whiskey. The boys had pulled out some snacks, so she grabbed a cookie for herself and one for Hans before flopping back on the couch.

She sipped the whiskey slowly and leaned her head back. Maybe some alcohol would calm her nerves if Anna decided to show up.

Just as she looked at her phone for the hundredth time, a text came in.

We're walking up right now!

And all of a sudden, someone was pounding at the door, and her head whipped around, practically taking Hans's eye out with the force of her braid.

"Hey!" he protested, but she vaulted over the couch, whiskey sloshing around precariously. Olaf caught her eye from across the room and winked.

Taking a deep breath, and praying for strength in the presence of hot sorority girls, she opened the door.