Author's note: Hey, y'all! Hope you have had a fantastic week. Thanks for all the follows, reviews, etc. I'm excited every time I get a notification in my email. :)

Also-I am a newspaper reporter by trade, but I kind of portrayed the news channels in this chapter as nosy assholes. No offense meant to Columbus media at all, I promise! Sometimes we deserve our bad reputation as an industry, ha.

One more thing. In a lot of the other fics I've read, Elsa is the one in the "power position" or the one with the more responsibility. I know it's kind of backwards here, but I definitely think Anna is more than capable of being a leader! :)

Hugs! This story may be near its end.

No one had ever trained her to deal with shit like this.

And her normal people skills were not probably going to work tonight since she was so damn pissed off.

Stress was inevitable for a college student, and was a daily occurrence for a sorority president. Though fiery and passionate, Anna usually kept a good head on her shoulders, shoulders which often carried more weight than a 19-year-old should perhaps have to deal with.

Except when her leadership abilities were called into question, or when someone threatened or insulted her sisters.

Then, there was hell to pay.

The first thing she did was tell the police officers about the car, and mention how part of the bumper fell off when the driver hit the car on the next street.

The tall, thin, dark-skinned officer immediately went off to check, and the two news crews that were there followed.

Anna sighed, carefully leading the older officer, Lieutenant Oaken, around the glass and into the living room. He was a giant of a man, broad-shouldered, with ginger hair and a mustache. She sat, pinching the bridge of her nose, as he took photos of the bricks, of the damage. He picked it up with a frown, noticing the writing.

"'Snitches get stitches?'" he asked in a friendly, accented voice.

Anna sighed. "Yeah. Long story, I guess. But I didn't snitch. Just was accused of snitching." She looked up, meeting his eyes. "The drug bust the other day? Those students and some of their friends were going around and drugging drinks at parties, I think. And the girls who I think did this tonight, they know that I suspect them. So, after the drug bust, they probably assumed that I told you guys."

"You should have," said Oaken with a frown. "But we already had reports from other houses. I think this one was included, actually-some kids from the newspaper have been looking into this. Do you know the girl's name whose car you think it is? We can put out a search."

"Yeah," she said, scrunching her face. "It's...shit. Mal...Maleficent, I think? And the last name…"

"Well, I should be able to find her. Ohio plate?"

"I...think so?"

"Purple Dodge Charger?"

"Yes sir."

He turned for a moment, muttering into the walkie-talkie by his collar. Anna took the opportunity to text Elsa.

Hey. Just in case you hear anything-someone threw some flaming bricks through our front window. No one's hurt, police and the media are here right now. Just fyi.

Lt. Oaken was scribbling something down. "This is a number for a 24-hour glass repair company, okay? I think you should have someone come and remove the glass and get the measurements and get the window fixed as soon as possible. It's not safe to have it open, yeah?"

"Sure," she said, taking the number and closing her eyes as she tried to remember where the sorority's credit card was.

"And, Ms. Johnson, you said there were a few girls who were in the living room at the time, yeah?"

"Yes sir."

"Could you get them for me, please? I want to talk to them."

"Sure." She got up, headache in full force now, and headed to the dining room.

"You can all head upstairs if you want, I didn't mean to keep you in here," she said with a smile as she saw the girls sprawled out in the room. "We'll all have a quick meeting later. But if you were in the living room just now, can you please come with me to talk to the officer? I'll put you guys in the kitchen so you have some privacy, okay?"

She was trying to radiate calm, but still felt like she was radiating anger. A few of the girls tentatively got up, and Anna stepped aside to let them into the kitchen.

"And Mia-can you call this number and ask them to swing by and get me a quote for how much it will cost to replace the window?"

"Of course," said the brunette, taking the number down.

"Thank you," she said quietly. "Girls, I-I think it's best we all stay in tonight, okay? Just to stay safe, and so we're all fresh-faced tomorrow for our service project."

A few nodded.

Kida grabbed her arm as Anna turned to leave.

"I think someone from the student paper is coming by. Not Milo, since he's dating me and that would be a bit of a conflict of interest. Just, fair warning…"

"Thanks." Anna sighed, returning to the living room to tell the officer where the girls went, and groaning inwardly as she saw two TV crews and a young man with a notebook in the living room with the other officer.

"Hi, I'm Anna Johnson, I'm the president," she said, shaking hands with each of them. She recognized the man with the notebook-his name was Roger, an OSU grad student, she thought. The other two had their cameras on her, and she smoothed her bangs behind her ear nervously. Were her braids uneven? Did the light makeup she had on earlier get smudged somehow? Was her bra showing?

These were the things that she worried about.

"Were you in the room at the time?" asked the guy with the "NBC 4" logo on his jacket.

"No, I was in the kitchen."

"Can you describe what you heard?" NBC guy pressed.

"Sure, I heard two crashes, and then a few of the girls yelling." She swallowed. "I ran in and saw the bricks on the floor, and someone was stamping out a piece of burning cloth that also came in."

"Was anyone hurt?" asked the woman with an ABC 6 logo on her microphone. Anna's head throbbed a bit.

"No ma'am."

"Miss Johnson, do you have an idea of who did this?" asked the ABC woman. Anna frowned, forming her answer in her mind first.

"I don't think it's good to speculate right now until police may be able to figure this out."

"Did you recognize the car at all?" the woman pressed.

"No, I don't know anyone who drives a car like that."

The NBC reporter broke in. "And again, you said you do not know who did this?"

"We can always speculate, of course, but I'm not going to accuse anyone right here right now," Anna said shortly. The last thing I need is another brick attack.

"Miss Johnson," said the woman, "Is it correct that you had a member of your sorority who was in the hospital under the influence of so-called 'party drugs' a few weeks ago?"

"Yes, someone slipped them into her drink."

"I know that this sorority has been called into question by the university and the national Zeta Kappa headquarters," the woman continued, and Anna felt her pulse pick up. "Do you think that that incident and this incident tonight are only going to further troubles for this house? And do you think it is wise to continue to let your sisters go to parties, particularly if they are underage?"

Anna's stomach dropped, and she gritted her teeth.

"I have been president for less than a month," she began, "and I have made it my priority for this chapter to focus on rebuilding quality membership and increasing our service in the community, as well as keeping our grades up. We have a service project tomorrow, we have study hours required every week, and the girls who ran this house last semester have deactivated. And you are correct, there will be no more illegal ragers like there were in the past. Whatever ideas the public has about us and about any Greek houses on this campus, I assure you we mean to change them."

"But you are not prohibiting your sisters from going out and partying, even though you know there is some kind of danger?" this question from the male reporter. Roger shot an apologetic glance at Anna, who was glaring by now, the lights on the camera hurting her eyes.

"I'm currently working with our risk manager, Mia Thermopolis, on that. And we're all staying in tonight, if you really want to know."

"Thank you," the TV reporters said, one after the other, noticing Oaken taking photos.

Anna sighed, leaning back to rub her neck as Roger stepped up.

"Hey," he said quietly. "Roger Radcliffe, I'm with 'The Lantern.'"

"Hey man."

"Look," Roger said in the same hushed tone. "I have everything I need about the accident...but...off the record…?"

"You're asking if I have any suspicions, eh?"

"Yeah."

She folded her arms with another frown. "Yeah. It was probably Mal. Purple Camaro...someone who doesn't like me much...plus, I pissed her off the other day."

"Okay," said Roger with a nod. "Just checking. If they can track her car down, they'll definitely be able to pin this on her. And then maybe we can get something to link them to the drugs, if that's really what happened."

"Have you heard anything about something like this at the other sororities and fraternities?"

"No," frowned Roger, running a hand through his blonde hair. "No, but...it's still early in the evening. Also...we have intel from the police department that those guys confessed to being part of the drugging fiasco. And they may sell their friends out soon. But...we're sitting on the info until any arrests are made. Please keep it confidential."

"Okay. Please keep us posted. I know Milo has Kida informed."

"I will. Take care, okay?" he said, sticking his notebook into his jacket pocket.

Anna followed him to the door, not wanting to stay alone with the camera crews. She waved again as a familiar-looking silver car pulled up in front of the house.

Who the...she thought, stepping on to the porch to take a closer look.

She sped her steps up as soon as she realized who it was, her frown dissipating as a tall blonde in a black sweater got out of the Toyota, wind rustling her side braid.

"Hey," said Elsa, holding out her arms as Anna reached the curb.

"Hey," she breathed, allowing slender, strong arms to wrap her in a hug.

"You okay?" asked the blonde, kissing the top of Anna's head

"Yeah, just...stressed out…"

"Police still here?"
"Yeah, and some damn camera crews."

Elsa chuckled. "Want me to scare them off?"

"Yeah," said Anna with a snort as they pulled apart. There was worry in those beautiful blue eyes, worry that Anna wanted to kiss away. "Don't look like that," she murmured, tracing Elsa's lips with a finger. "It's me that should be stressed, not you."

"Well, maybe I worry about you and your girls when someone throws bricks at your house."

"I appreciate that, you know."

Elsa leaned in, kissing Anna softly, sending chills down the strawberry blonde's spine.

"Are the girls okay?" she asked, brushing the shorter girl's lips again.

"Yeah, I haven't talked to them much," Anna said breathlessly, head rushing from the stress and also the electric feeling she got every time they kissed.

Elsa looked over Anna's shoulder, brow furrowing again. "Is someone coming to fix that window?"

"Yeah, eventually. Not sure if it'll happen tonight."

"So you're going to have an open window for anyone to waltz in?"

"They'll probably cover it," said Anna with a sigh, leaning into Elsa for another embrace. "I'll sleep downstairs in case...just to keep an ear out."

"Do you want me to stay with you?" asked the blonde softly, stroking Anna's hair.

"I think I'll be okay. Maybe someone else will sleep downstairs with me. I mean, I think we'll be fine."

"Hmmm, I don't like it," said Elsa, and Anna heard the frown in her voice.

"We'll be fine," she repeated, rubbing her hands down Elsa's back. The blonde gasped suddenly, and pulled back. "Oh my God, what?!" asked the shorter girl, surprised.

"I have an idea," said Elsa, eyes gleaming in the streetlight. "Do you trust me?"

"Um...yes?"

"Good. I'll be right back. Okay?"

"Um...yeah?" Anna said, smiling suspiciously.

"Okay. I'll see you in a second!" she gave the confused sophomore another quick kiss and scrambled back into her car.

Anna watched her take off, shaking her head, and then squared her shoulders and turned back to the house.

The news crews were about to leave, and Anna smiled at them with as much friendliness as she could muster. Lt. Oaken and the other officer were talking, comparing notes. Mia was waiting by the living room door.

"Repair guy said he'll be here soon," she said with a smile.

"Thank you," said Anna, squeezing her shoulder. The thin officer slid past her, talking animatedly into his walkie-talkie as he headed to his cruiser. Lt. Oaken followed, handing Anna a business card.

"I'll make sure we have an officer driving along here," he said. "We'll get it all figured out for you, okay?"

"Thank you, officer."

He smiled and headed out the door, just as an older man with round glasses stepped inside.

"Oh, hi, are you Mr. Geppetto?" asked Mia, shaking his hand.

"Yes, yes!" he said enthusiastically. "Here to measure a window, no?" he smiled at Anna and stepped into the living room.

Anna caught Mia's arm. "Hey, I'm going to catch you up on everything in a bit, but I want to let the girls know what's up, okay?" the brunette nodded, and Anna took to the stairs, pausing halfway up.

"Girls, can we meet in the chapter room, please?" she called loudly. When she heard the shuffling of feet, she headed into the green-carpeted room herself.

The chapter room was on the other side of the first floor, opposite the living room. There was room for all girls to sit comfortably in folding chairs for their weekly meetings. Anna stood at the head of the room, arms folded, as the girls filed in quietly. The rest of the executive board sat at the front of the room with her, and they took their own seats. They, at least, had somewhat of an idea what was going on.

"Hey," Anna said quietly, surprised and pleased that every single girl was home tonight. "Thank you for coming down." She paused to take her braids out, ruffling her hair as she figured out what to say to them. Her head still ached.

Telling them everything-well. As much as she loved them, as much as she trusted them...she wasn't sure. She trusted them individually, but she knew that each person who knew could tell one more person, and then 100 people knew what was still technically a rumor, and even in a campus of thousands, that was too many.

Even if she felt guilty-after all, even though she hadn't told police, Mal apparently thought she did.

Do I tell them about all that?

"First of all, I'm glad everyone is okay," she began. "And...I'm serious, I think we should all stay in tonight. If you want to hang out with your boyfriends, they can come here. Or girlfriends," she added as an afterthought, feeling hypocritically heteronormative. A few of the girls automatically began looking around to see who Anna may have been referring to.

"There is more going on here than just the bricks, I think," Anna said. "But until police figure out everything, and figure out what is connected, we need to just make sure we're all safe."

"Do you think these are the same people who drugged me?" Tiana asked, looking stern. Half of the house turned to look at her.

Anna sighed. "I don't know, Tia."

"I know you don't know, but what do you think?" she pressed.

"I don't want to start any rumors," said the president, holding up her hands and feeling a twinge of guilt as Tiana visibly sighed. This is partially my own damn fault, isn't it? Damn it, Anna!

"Anna, why did they write 'snitches get stitches' on one of the bricks?" asked Jasmine, and Anna put a hand to her forehead.

"That's...complicated," she said hesitantly, rubbing the tense skin. She looked out at all the confused faces. "That...someone accused me of something I didn't do."

"I don't know if that was just you, Anna," Kida said from the middle of the room. The confused faces shifted to her. "Any one of us could have given information to the police-and if you didn't, then you aren't a snitch."

"Right, but I'm saying that I think this is my fault."

"And I don't know if it is," said the other, leaning forward, a lock of white-blonde hair falling into her face.

"I'm sorry," said Charlotte. "I thought I knew what was going on, but…"

Again, they all looked to Anna.

"Oh, to hell with it." She opened her mouth, and it all spilled out. Tiana getting drugged. The fact that people saw Scar and Mal's gang at other parties. The confrontation at the football game. The drug bust the other night. And now all this.

"So, I'm sorry, girls," she finished. "But I couldn't keep my temper in check when I saw Mal and Ursula and that Cruella girl last weekend, and I think I pissed them off. And now, after their little friends got arrested, I think they blame me. And now you're all in danger," she said, suddenly feeling choked up.

Tiana stood up, frowning. "Anna...no one blames you for this."

"Thank you, but-"

"No, I'm serious. You have too much weight on your shoulders to be worried about this. These people are obviously getting more dangerous, and we all have known that they're trying to mess with fraternities and sororities for some time. It just is coming to a head now, and they're running scared."

Mia, who was standing in the doorway, piped in. "Who knows, they could be somewhere else throwing bricks right now. If it really is them. But we've got the glass cleaned up, the window is covered for now, and we'll have a temporary one in tomorrow morning before we can get a new Zeta Kappa one. Okay? So, we can all hang out or have people over."

Anna was close to tears right now, having gone from guilt to feeling overwhelmingly loved and appreciated in a matter of a minute.

"I'll order some pizzas," she said, voice quivering. "And I'll sleep downstairs, I'll make sure no one tries to get in."

She heard a knock at the door, and Mia moved to open it. Heads swiveled.

"Hey-oh, hey!" the brunette said.

"I figured you guys could use a guard," came Elsa's voice, and Anna smiled. "Is-can we-?"

"For the night, I'm sure," said Mia, looking into the chapter room with a wide smile. "Anna, your friend brought someone to protect us."

The sorority burst into excited chatter as Elsa walked in, a backpack on and Sven at her side. His curled tail was wagging, and he immediately ran over to Anna.

Anna, who was definitely crying now, and buried her face in his soft fur. The meeting was definitely over now, and elated sorority girls began queueing to pet the dog.

"Hey buddy," she whispered, giggling as he licked her face. She looked up to meet Elsa's eyes, delighted, and smiled. The blonde was looking at her fondly, hands in the pockets of her gray sweatpants, wearing just a black track jacket even though it was now November.

She stood, and Sven turned his attention to several sorority girls and their cameras.

"Please no Facebooking of our current predicament!" Anna called, tripping over her own feet in her haste to get to Elsa. "You're an angel," she said, hugging the tall blonde.

"Well, he's a good guard dog. I'm surprised, he usually is wary of new houses but this one must feel comfortable. Either that, or he just likes you."

"Or he just likes sorority girls," Anna laughed, squeezing tighter.

"I, uh-hope it's okay if he stays for a night. Thought you guys will be safe. Have a backup plan if you don't want the dog," said the tall blonde, returning the hug.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Don't worry, I have a license."

"For-oh!" said Anna, surprised. "You...have it on you?" she looked up.

"I do, but if it makes you uncomfortable, I'll go stick it in the car. You can never be too careful."

"I mean...I don't really think we need a gun in the house, but…"

Elsa stepped back, rubbing the back of her head. "Sorry, got a little carried away with the 'protect the house from intruders' scenario."

Anna looked at her in wonder. "Well, maybe a little, but...it shows your concern. And, honestly...we really can't be too careful until this window gets fixed." She sighed, frowning. "I'm going to go get changed and order some food. We're all staying in tonight. Be right back, okay?"

"Sure thing. Take a deep breath while you're up there, will you? You're a little stressed, I can tell. But just in case you need an extra incentive, I brought Reese's."

Anna snorted, but her heart warmed with the sound of affection in Elsa's voice.

An hour later, most of the girls were in the living room watching "Legally Blonde" and eating pizza. Sven was snoozing on the floor by the window, which was covered up now, and all the glass was carefully swept up. Some of the sisters had their boyfriends over, or were hanging out upstairs.

Anna, in plaid pajama bottoms and a long-sleeved t-shirt, was curled up on one of the couches. Her headache was gone, her stress level returned to normal. Elsa was next to her, arm around the shorter girl, occasionally stroking the long strawberry blonde hair, which Anna had left down for convenience's sake.

And she had definitely taken Elsa up on the offer of chocolate.

Shortly after 11, after the movie was over and the pizza cleared away, the girls grew tired of chatting and began filing upstairs. Many of them stopped to thank Elsa, and pet Sven, before retiring to their rooms.

"Anna, when are we leaving for the animal shelter again?" Charlotte asked as she and Tiana took their leave.

"Oh, I'd say around 12:45 tomorrow. We were going to start volunteering at 1."

"Cool," chirped the blonde, smiling at them. "Thanks again Elsa, we'll see you tomorrow."

"See you!"

Anna shifting, sliding down so her head was in Elsa's lap. She yawned, stretching, and looked up into the blonde's vibrant eyes.

"Thank you again. I think you and Sven have provided some major peace of mind tonight."

"Good," said Elsa softly, stroking one of Anna's freckled cheeks. "I know how important they are to you. And you're important to me."

Anna smiled, a warm feeling rising in her chest. "Really?"

"Well, yeah. I really like you, you know."

"I like you too." said the shorter girl quietly,"

"Well, good. Come up here, beautiful," said the blonde and Anna scrambled to sit up.

Elsa brushed the strawberry blonde bangs back right as Anna leaned in to kiss her, softly, sweetly, wrapping her arms around a slender neck and moving in closer.

She could really get used to this, to these kisses, to the feeling that was a lot more than just attraction every time their lips met. She could get used to Elsa holding her-or to holding Elsa if the blonde ever needed some comfort. She could get used to how easy she felt, how carefree, when she looked into those eyes.

Anna felt something wet on her hand, and giggled when she realized Sven was licking her.

"Ruin the moment, dog!" she murmured, smiling. Elsa leaned over to him.

"You wanna go out, bud?" He wagged his tail, and Elsa kissed Anna one more time before getting up to let him out.

Anna joined her on the porch, wrapping her arms around the blonde's thin waist from behind.

"I think I'll sleep well tonight," she sighed, resting her chin on Elsa's shoulder. "It's been a stressful day."

"I know it has, baby." came the reply, and Anna grinned, hugging her tighter.

"I like that!" she exclaimed as Sven peed on the neighbors' bushes and came bounding back inside. Elsa wrapped an arm around her waist and they locked the door tightly.

"Let's get some rest, okay?"

"Yeah," said Anna, still smiling. "Tomorrow's another day, right? Let's hope there aren't any more acts of cruel vandalism."

"Does Sven pooping next door at the Phi Psi house count? He may have to poop tomorrow."

Anna laughed, pulling a blanket out of the closet and laying down on the couch. "I don't think that's what I had in mind."

"Just checking," said Elsa, leaning her backpack against the sofa. "Is there room for both of us on here?"

"If not, we can sleep on the floor, because what's the use of having you around if I can't cuddle with you?"

"Good thing I don't have a big ass," mused the blonde, settling in next to Anna, who took it upon herself to grab Elsa's not big but still perfectly nice behind. The taller girl snorted, and Anna giggled, wrapping an arm around Elsa's middle.

"Good night, baby," she said, savoring the warm feeling she got when she said it. She kissed the back of Elsa's head.

"Good night, darling."