"Oh gods…" Elsa murmured, slipping on her jacket and grabbing her purse before exiting the car on their way back up Half-Blood Hill. Nico walked over to her side.

"What?" He asked.

"I might be able to formally introduce myself to Calypso." Elsa blurted out. "I mean… She's my soulmate, and we haven't even been formally introduced yet. And yet… I might love her already. This is so strange…"

"Honestly, I would suggest becoming friends before you make a move." Nico told her. "I've seen it work in the past, and it should work for you."

"I know, Nico." Elsa reminded him. "How could I not know about that tactic? Honestly…" She shook her head playfully. Nico chuckled.

"Where is everyone?" Nico asked as they climbed over Half-Blood Hill.

"It's noon, isn't it?" Elsa asked.

"Yeah, so at lunch I guess. D'you want to practice sparring?" Nico asked. "Like, once you get changed?"

"Sounds like a plan." Elsa replied. "After that, perhaps we can convince Will to help us with our archery."

"That sounds good." Nico nodded. Their plans were sealed. Elsa went into her room to change out of her dress, heels and tights. She carefully put her dirty clothes in the hamper and hung up everything that wasn't dirty. She neatly put away her shoes. Elsa then put on a sports bra, tank top, and exercise shorts. She put on her sneakers lacing them up. She was distracted the whole time though; finding that she accidentally put her shirt on backwards, and her pants on backwards a couple of times. Elsa accidentally put her socks on inside out, and her shoes on the wrong feet. She began to unbraid her hair for no reason. Realizing that she now had to fully unbraid it and re-braid it, now that it was all loose and ruined. Elsa huffed, irritated, and brushed her hair, removing the pins. She did her best to focus, only getting lost in thought once. Her braid was tight; correct for training. She donned her diadem, which was just returning it back where it belonged; on her head. It wouldn't fall off. It was magic.

The cause of Elsa being so distracted? She was trying to figure out how she and Calypso would actually meet, and formally introduce themselves. It had to be perfect, smooth, and Elsa had to capture Calypso's attention. She had to make sure that she left a good impression on her. This was Elsa's soulmate, and she was terrified of messing this up.

She quickly realized that she needed to forget about meeting Calypso, and just focus on sparring. Elsa came to this conclusion whilst walking to the training area. So, to get Calypso's name and face out of her mind, Elsa worked on making an ice sword. She had been practicing with her powers a lot; especially with making a weapon instantly in her hands. That was how she defended herself from monsters; by using her powers. They were there for a reason, and Elsa figured that she had to get better with them by the time she actually became a goddess.

The sword she created this time was the perfect size, but probably not the perfect level of sharpness, as in not sharp enough. But she'd work on that later. At least it was the perfect size this time. It had taken practice to even get the sword to the right size every time. The four years Elsa was given were not just to find her true love, but to also become totally comfortable with her powers and practice with them before she was given her full powers. They were also for getting used to the modern world and learning skills. Such as sword fighting. Elsa didn't exactly have a talent for it, but she wasn't bad at it. She was still learning, but she'd been practicing. She'd learned both Greek and Roman techniques, and taken her favorites and the best of each and that had become her personal technique and strategies.

Elsa carried the sword to the arena, where Nico stood, practicing with skeletons.

"You can go ahead and let them go." She spoke up. "I'm here."

"Okay," Nico said, dismissing the skeletons. "So, what are our terms?"

"No powers." This was a very common one. Elsa was still learning and working with hers, so it was unfair to Nico if she used her powers and/or lost control. Nico's powers were to prevent him from actually fighting, so it was unfair if he used his. They had a time and place for using their powers. Duels. Duels were far away from Camp Half-Blood, and required a referee, as well as a healer, just in case, because duels could make them pass out. "Do not aim for… Disadvantages." This was also very common. Once they got their armor on, they were not allowed to aim for chinks in the armor. Of course, in the real world, their disadvantages would be aimed for, but this sparring was to practice technique and build endurance. They were going to practice their swings and blocks, in short. Nothing else. "We will go until we are too tired to continue." Elsa went on to state that they would only work for endurance; practicing swings, blocks and being prepared to go on for a long time. Nico nodded once the terms were stated, showing his agreement.

Before they started actually sparring, they tested Elsa's ice sword in order to warm up. When Nico tried using it, it began to melt in his hands. That was alright, because that meant that the year and eight months of practice had paid off. It withstood both Nico's sword and a normal Celestial bronze sword, as well as being dropped. Elsa felt a sense of accomplishment.

The two of them then donned armor and selected their swords for their sparring. They then began to spar.

Campers coming from the dining pavilion watched them for a little while, but then they realized that Nico and Elsa weren't going to be very interesting to watch, because every swing was careful, as well as every block. They moved quickly, and were light on their feet. Nobody stayed to watch long. They had realized how boring it was to watch Elsa and Nico spar if they hadn't already. To be honest, Elsa didn't blame them. The duels were far more interesting. Will said so. He was the referee for them, as well as their medic.

By the time the two of them were done sparring, they were both covered in sweat. Elsa's tank top was drenched in sweat, as was Nico's shirt. They were both exhausted, and had stopped because they were too tired to go on. The two of them removed their armor, and put everything away. They grabbed water bottles from the cooler nearby, and drank multiple bottles of water.

"Gods," Nico panted. "My limbs feel like jelly."

"After sparring like we do, they do, don't they?" Elsa responded, wiping away sweat that had run into her eyes and marred her sight. She spoke more formally around people who weren't Nico. Even their friends. She didn't feel comfortable enough around other people to act or speak like a normal fifteen year old girl. Elsa had trust issues. She also had secrets that she never wanted to reveal to them, but she might one day; once she learned how to trust them enough.

Elsa looked up from the hem of her shirt, on which she had been wiping her sweat onto, and over Nico's shoulder. She noticed Calypso watching them with an interested look on her face; her hands clasped in front of her. Elsa's breath got caught in her throat. The first time Calypso noticed Elsa, and she was drenched in sweat after sparring? Had Calypso seen them sparring? Did she like Elsa's technique? Did Elsa look graceful while doing it? Did she think Elsa looked nice, despite being covered in sweat?

"Do you want to jump in the lake to wash off?" Nico asked, cutting into her inner monologue.

"How long until you can shower?" She inquired, glancing away from Calypso to look at Nico.

"I actually don't know…" Nico replied, looking around for a clock. "I don't have a watch on me, but I think it's around three o clock. Maybe two-thirty."

"You can just use the shower in the Big House. The one I use." Elsa decided quickly, conflicted between going to say hello to Calypso and waiting until she was clean to introduce herself. On one hand, she probably looked and smelled disgusting and might drive Calypso and any chances away, but on the other hand, Calypso might be forgiving of Elsa's condition, and this might be Elsa's only chance. "Um, you go ahead… I'll…" She looked away from Nico to where Calypso was. Or had been. She was no longer anywhere in sight. Elsa sighed; her shoulder slumping in disappointment, and her head visibly drooping. "Never mind. I'll go to the Big House, and shower while you get your things together." She mumbled.

Elsa didn't feel like walking to her room and having everybody see her. So she teleported. Usually, she did not do this, because her logic was that she had two good feet, so why not use them? But right now, she didn't have it in her to walk all that way.

She despairingly gathered her toiletries and clothing to change into. She walked slowly down the hall to the bathroom, and locked herself in to take a cold shower. As the water ran over Elsa's body, she wondered what was wrong with her. She hadn't even known who Calypso was a day previously. Elsa was obsessing over a girl who didn't even know her name. Elsa sighed, leaning her forehead against the tile of the shower wall. She closed her eyes, and just listened to the sound of the water falling. It was calming, but Elsa was still upset.

She pulled herself together enough finish her shower, and get dressed in a T-shirt, jean skirt and leggings. Elsa preferred to dress more feminine than a lot of girls at Camp Half-Blood. She also preferred to show less skin in most cases.

Elsa exited the bathroom, trudging down the hall as she carried her toiletries and dirty clothes back to her room. Nico sat in the swivel chair at the desk, looking out the window.

"The bathroom's all yours." Elsa stated softly. He nodded, getting up and going down the hall. Elsa closed the door behind him. She tossed her dirty clothes into the hamper, put her toiletries away, and brushed her hair. She refrained from putting it in a braid while it dried; instead putting on a headband. She selected some socks and put them on before slipping her feet into a pair of sneakers. She grabbed a hoodie and pulled it on; covering her arms.

Elsa paused in front of the mirror in her room, just looking at herself. She explored her sad blue eyes, and the hopelessness written all over her face. Her frowning lips…

She'd done her best to have a neutral resting facial expression, but now… She looked sad… Heartsick… Elsa sighed, and turned away.

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