AN: So today's note will be up here since I feel it is important for me to clarify something before you guys read this chapter. A lot of you are asking what happened to Elsa that makes her feel guilty and awkward when it comes to affection, if you go back and look at Chapter 6, I explain how the reason why her mother died is because Elsa asked her to immediately pick her up from camp, which made her get in an accident along the way. For that reason her sister blames her and their relationship isn't great, also a reason why she becomes upset when her family is brought up. She also blames herself, in a way.

Without further ado, here's another chapter that focuses more on Elsa's point of view...

Enjoy!

Elsa sighed deeply. Her body sank deep into the leather chair, almost sliding completely off. Things at the office were slower than usual. Much to her dismay, she had to admit she was bored and had absolutely nothing to do. The seconds couldn't go any slower. She could have sworn she waited for the clock to hit five for eternity. Of course, that wasn't the case. How long would Anna keep ignoring her? October had come and gone and by November things seemed like they would not change.

She tried every trick in the book. Apologizing didn't work because Anna no longer believed her, which meant telling her the truth would also be ruled out. But Anna was right, isn't this what Elsa wanted in the first place? To be left alone?

Elsa had given it some thought whenever she allowed her mind to wonder off, visiting that topic was inevitable. Yes, she wanted to create distance between Anna and herself but she never considered she would lose control of the situation. Anna would no longer come to her for advice. She would no longer trust her and worst of all, she would no longer remember she existed.

It was too late when Elsa came to the realization that she had taken their relationship for granted. She deeply regretted the way she treated Anna. Obviously it wasn't entirely her fault, they both shared the blame but Elsa had been too harsh on her. In an attempt to protect her she ended up hurting her, and worst of all pushing her away.

She never thought she'd missed what they had. If the situation was different, she would find the irony quite funny. Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around? Weren't their roles supposed to be switched? Wasn't Anna the one who was supposed to try and rekindle their relationship? Those questions crossed Elsa's mind more often than not. Unfortunately, they were not simple to answer.

Elsa found herself comparing her friendship with Anna with the other numerous relationships she had in the past. Unlike others, Anna was loyal. She wouldn't abandon a friend easily, unless she was forced to, which she had been. Anna had been there for her like no one Elsa had, well except her mother. Anna had done nothing wrong like her sister, or Carlos or even Ian. Anna was there unconditionally, until now. She was the first real friend she had in a long time, which explained why she felt so comfortable around her and why she trusted her, until the incident.

She missed Anna's spontaneous nature, the way she found the funny side to everything, the way she looked at the bright side but most of all, she missed Anna's presence.

Fight for something for once in your life, her gut kept telling her.

She revisited the time they met and the reason why she decided to get close to Anna in the first place. Part of her wished she still felt the same way about the redhead with freckles as she did when they met; indifferent. Another small part of her, small but a great portion nonetheless, wished that Anna would find a way to forgive Elsa's antagonistic behavior and that the two could go back to being friends. The latter seemed highly unlikely considering Anna rejected all approaches made by Elsa. She rejected her chocolates, her willingness to put everything behind them, she was being cold and calculating. Elsa was finally getting a taste of her own medicine. No matter, the smaller part always won and she would keep trying with Anna.

The clock finally hit five. It was time to go back to the same routine. She grabbed her things and walked hurriedly towards the elevator. Exams were two days away and she could not waste a minute. Thankfully, traffic was no issue, not that she'd have to drive far anyway.

She practically ran up the stairs when she arrived at Maple Hall, she had to make enough time to run her errands. Checking her phone continuously to note the time, she failed to notice Anna walking in front of her through the hallway. She reached in her bag to get her key, stepping closer and closer to her dorm room.

"I got it." Elsa quickly looked up as she saw the redhead opening the door.

Oh.

"Thanks." Elsa smiled but Anna didn't bother looking, they both walked silently into the room. They put their things down, clearly tired from the day's activities.

Say something, Elsa.

"Do you mind if I go in the shower or are you planning on going in there?"

Anna turned to look at her for a brief second before diverting her eyes to her phone. "You go." Was all she said. Elsa just stood still until she realized Anna would say nothing more.

Her shower, just like anything else during exams, was rushed. She knew that she would do well, obviously she never did less than what was expected, but that didn't stop her from becoming stressed. She grabbed the towel and dried herself as fast as she could. She then wrapped it around her body and walked out. After giving a quick glance towards Anna's side of the room, she noticed she was reading, or rather pretending to read. She knew Anna too well and the redhead wouldn't read unless it was necessary for her to do so. And it wasn't, considering Anna wasn't taking any classes that required her to read The Bell Jar.

Hmm. I do know too much about her. More than I should, at least.

As she dressed herself in front of Anna, something she wouldn't if she wasn't in a hurry, she remembered she hadn't had anything to eat, which explained the growl in her stomach.

Great, more time to waste.

"I'm going to get some take out, would you like anything?" She said as she put on a pair of jeans. This time Anna's eyes lingered on her longer than necessary, unfortunately her words did not.

"I'm fine."

"Okay," was all Elsa could reply.

God damn it, why does Elsa have to be so fucking tempting. First she is considerate, then she pops out of the shower naked. That ass though. And her curves...

Then she brings up food. Does she not remember my big crush on her? Is she encouraging it? Too bad though, I'm not giving in that easily.

C'mon Anna concentrate, you've got tests coming up. Why are you not studying? Stop wasting your time!

She put the book down, deciding that there were more important issues at hand.

When Elsa made it back, she tried to ignore the wonderful smell that filled the air and inevitably, her nostrils.

I guess that's my cue for a shower.

Because she wanted to be away from Elsa as much as possible, she did not mind the long shower. It had been a while since she'd taken one, a long shower, that is. The last time was possibly before school began. She remembered home, it felt like quite a long time since she'd been there even though it was barely three months. She was suddenly filled with nostalgia but she knew she would go back in a week. The memory of Thanksgiving brought a smile to her face as she walked back into the room.

"What are you smiling about?" Elsa asked with a smirk on her face.

Quit it. Quit it. Put on a straight face, Anna!

"Oh, nothing. No biggie." She walked to her bed.

"There's-" Elsa hesitated, she knew Anna would refuse her but it didn't hurt to try. "-There are some leftovers just in case you're hungry. I think I bought too much food."

"Thanks but no thanks." Anna's answer was predictable. Elsa just shrugged but she had to keep trying.

"So, ready for exams?"

Resist, Anna. Just give her an answer and don't ramble!

"Never."

"Well, at least we're more than halfway done with the semester."

"True."

"I bet you're exited for Thanksgiving break?" She said it with an inquiring tone.

"You could say that."

"Got anything planned?"

"Just going back home to spend it with my parents."

Damn it Anna, at least be polite! Anna thought. "What about you?" She couldn't help but ask.

"I'm staying here for work."

Why would you do such a thing?

"Umm, why?"

"Why not? I have nothing else to do."

Curiosity finally got to Anna. "Are your parents busy or something?" She noticed the change in Elsa's face again.

Why does she always do this when I bring up her family?

"You could say that." She lowered her eyes.

Don't you dare feel sorry for her, Anna. Resist. Resist.

"You could at least take a break, you know?" Damn it, Anna. Stop!

Elsa, finally glad Anna gave her more than a one word response smiled and responded. "I'll survive... Unless you have better ideas?"

"Umm... nope."

"Oh well."

For a second, Anna considered feeling sorry for Elsa. It wasn't her fault her parents were busy people. It made her wonder if Elsa's whole life had been like that; deprived of affection. That explained why she was the way she was. But still, that was no excuse to be mean.

Anna got into bed, once again eyeing the book she had bought for Elsa but had failed to give to her.

"What are you reading?" Elsa asked, always curious when it came to books but more importantly, she asked because she needed to try.

Anna didn't answer; she only raised the book towards Elsa's direction so she'd be able to see it. Once she knew the blonde was satisfied, she brought it back down to eye level and read over some pages.

"Is it interesting?" Elsa insisted.

Again, no response but instead gave her a thumbs up.

Elsa pouted. "Anna, can we talk?"

Anna pretended to read a few sentences, not liking where this was going, until she finally replied, although refusing to look at Elsa and only at the book. "We are talking."

"No. I'm talking, you're... You're trying to get your point across."

A few seconds more passed before Anna replied. "And what point is that?"

"I get it, okay? You're getting your payback, but don't you think it's been enough?"

Anna closed the book, obviously irritated. "Do you really think this is a game to me? I don't know how you see it but this is as real as it gets. This is the way things are whether you like it or not, which you should since this is what you asked for."

"That doesn't mean you have to hate me..."

"I don't hate you. You've managed to turn my affection into indifference, yes, but I don't hate you."

"Look, can I at least apologize properly?"

"Apologies are not necessary. I'm a big girl Elsa; I can take care of myself. Plus it's been a while; can't you just let it go?"

Anna was right. It was probably too late to have that conversation now but it was also inevitable since Anna wouldn't let her ask before. "Damn it, Anna. Just- just listen for once, alright?" Elsa's voice got louder but Anna didn't say anything.

"Look at me! I'm trying to be a nice fucking person here and make things better and you don't even care."

"Okay, Elsa. I get it. You want to apologize and forget about it? It's been forgotten about, it's in the past. Apology accepted." Anna tried to keep her cool.

"Can you just?" Elsa threw her hands up on the air, clearly exasperated. "Ugh. Why are you making this so difficult?"

"Difficult? This is as easy as it'll get. Are we done talking?"

"No! You need to listen to-"

Anna interrupted her before she had the chance to finish.

"Good night, Elsa." She got into bed as she pulled the covers on herself.

No one could make Elsa feel so much emotion as Anna did. No one dare leave Elsa talking to herself, who did that anyway? That was rude. What bothered Elsa the most, however, was Anna's reluctance to talk. Did she genuinely no longer care? Of course she did, otherwise she wouldn't have gotten upset. So that was it, she was upset. Would she ever stop being upset? Most importantly, why did Elsa feel like she needed Anna's forgiveness? She never needed anyone else's acceptance before so why was it different when it came to Anna?

Maybe because she was a real friend and you rejected her!

Another part of her told her she never really needed any friends. She'd gotten this far on her own but the thought of Anna lingered on her mind for many days and she could not make it go away. She finally decided she would stop; she did not need to waste her time.

"Your exam will be twenty questions, no multiple choice although there will be some true and false," Elsa's professor brought her back to reality. "I'll see you next time." She put her things in her bag and walked towards the library. Calculus was her last class for the day. She needn't study much for that but there was a paper she needed to get done and the library would be the only place where she could do that. She didn't count on the number of people who would need a quiet place, especially close to exams. She headed in anyway; maybe she'd be lucky enough to find an empty table.

After a few minutes of walking around, she finally settled for a desk next to the big windows, every other table or chair was occupied. She turned on her laptop and searched for her notes as she waited for the log in screen to load. Once she managed to log in, she decided that peeking through her social networks might give her some sort of motivation. She wasn't the type to stay connected often, but for some reason, perhaps the need of a distraction, Facebook seemed like a good idea.

She scrolled through her newsfeed, read the numerous, pointless updates from people she once met but never really bother to form a relationship with.

How can people be so into Facebook? Or have time for it, for that matter.

That reminded her of her busy schedule. Over the past months she only forced herself to indulge in other people's gossip and lives twice. The first time, when she needed to seem distracted and Facebook was her only escape route and second, the time Anna and many others sent a request.

Anna. Hmm, I wonder what she's up to.

She typed her name on the search box. Having accepted her request on a rush, she never really had time to visit her profile and at that very instant, curiosity got to her. Like Elsa, Anna had also not updated in a while. Most of her statuses dated back to the summer, before classes began. Then there were the pictures.

Wow, I never knew Anna took these.

Who would have thought she'd be into photography?

She looked at the almost never ending number of pictures. Albums were categorized as time periods, be it high school, prom and even freshman year. There were also albums dedicated to landscapes and architecture. She obviously liked to keep memories.

September 2014 - Elsa?

Why is my name on this album?

The blonde clicked through the pictures. Anna must have been sneaking around while taking those pictures because she never found out while at her father's country house. She was unaware of the smile that spread across her face. Candid pictures of Elsa occupied the majority of the album. Elsa leading her to a room, then Elsa leading through the backyard. This must have been during the tour. I was probably too busy trying to make everything perfect that I didn't even notice. She continued looking through the pictures.

Wait, what?! When and how did she manage to take this picture without me noticing?

In the picture, Anna was looking at the camera, her tongue sticking out as she pointed towards Elsa, who was in the background getting the things ready for the picnic.

You sneaky little... Why am I smiling right now? She finally noticed the big grin on her face. Unfortunately, that quickly changed as she went through Anna's tagged pictures. Her eyes lingered on a picture she'd seen before: Carlos and Anna bowling alongside Kristoff and Ygrette. The first time she saw it, she knew Carlos would be bad news for Anna and now that she saw it again she only wished Carlos had never laid eyes on her, or touched her like he had in that picture.

Why is he so close to her?

It's completely unnecessary, like Anna doesn't know how to bowl? Please!

Get your hands of her!

"Do you mind if I sit here?" A voice interrupted her thoughts. She shook her head before answering, "Umm. Yeah, yeah go ahead."

She looked at the clock. I've sent an hour looking through her pictures? And what am I thinking? Am I... Am I jealous? No. It can't be...

Damn it, Anna. Get out of my head!

As hard as she tried to work on her paper, she couldn't. Forty minutes spent staring at a blank document made her want to run out of there immediately. And she did, she could not stand it any longer. How was she supposed to get anything done if all she could think about lately was Anna?

How was she going to go a whole week without Anna when the redhead left for Thanksgiving? She would miss her presence, the way she graciously ignored her. She would miss the way she rambled, even if she hadn't in a while. She would miss seeing her shift in bed continuously every morning, and her messy hair, clearly a sign that she wasn't ready to get up. She would miss the way her freckles lined up along her skin, and her intense, dark blue eyes. She would miss the braided pig tails she always wore, and that strand of light hair that made her so unique...

She would miss her even though it was just a week. She would miss her even if she didn't know she would or could.

Oh, shit. I have never felt like this about anyone before.