A/N: So... I kind of forgot to update last week. So sorry about that. Be sure to check the Polyvore. And if you care about my personal life, I am going to start swim practice again this week and continue until maybe August, when it's water polo season again. And I'mma go to the gym Wednesday mornings before school to lift weights and basically become strong like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which is a show I HIGHLY reccomend.

About a week and a half after Elsa had gotten rejected by Calypso, she and Nico had finished eating Elsa's birthday cake. They'd run out of ice cream and lemonade about four days after Elsa's birthday. The two didn't really leave Elsa's room, because they were basically having a very prolonged sleepover. Nico had some clothes in Elsa's room to change into every now and then. When those ran out, he wore some of her clothes. She had sweatpants and T-shirts that were a tad bit too large for her but were comfortable to lounge around in. (Elsa too had clothes in Nico's cabin.) Neither of them found it strange that Nico was wearing Elsa's clothing because sometimes vice versa would occur, which was no different.

The two did a lot of things together in the room. They'd read romance poetry aloud mockingly to make fun of it. This made Elsa laugh about love with amusement, which was something she had never done. They'd sing along to the radio loudly (with the windows closed and the door locked), practically screaming their souls out, adding some dancing to it and desperately trying to catch their breath between songs. Or they'd sit on the bed together, reminiscing. Sometimes, Nico would do Elsa's hair for her just for the heck of it. They'd often drift off to sleep when lying on the bed when talking and staring at the ceiling.

Nico didn't witness the tears that were shed while Elsa was asleep though. She was careful to clean her face without disturbing him, and to not make a sound while she sobbed into the covers. No matter what, this would have been difficult, and tears would have been shed. Tears still needed to be shed, until Elsa had cried out everything she had left.

She'd discovered that her powers weren't working in her sadness and heartbreak. She supposed that intense sadness and love mixed together stopped them from working. Elsa couldn't even access her powers when she wanted to. Not even when she remembered her torture. The sadness in her heart was too much.

She had nightmares about becoming a goddess and being mockingly nicknamed "Ice Queen" because she couldn't love anyone who was still alive, once Nico and Anna were gone. She cried in the bathroom about that. She had nightmares that Calypso would fall for another and have a happily ever after with them, and not her. These nightmares left Elsa feeling empty, tears slowly but steadily leaking from her eyes. The problem with loving someone unconditionally is that you can never hurt the person you love. You can never fathom being able to hurt them intentionally. So if they're happy, safe, and in love with someone else, you just have to watch from the sidelines because you know that you mustn't get in the way of their happiness. Even if it breaks your heart into a million pieces to see them happy and in love with someone else.

A few more days went by, thus making it two weeks since Calypso rejected Elsa. Nico decided to take his sister out again. It would probably do her good.

So Nico decided to take Elsa to Disneyland in the evening to avoid crowds. The one in California. They, wanting to see it during the daytime, got there at about four, according to California's time. Elsa did not want to miss the parade.

Elsa's eyes were full of light and joy upon seeing the parade. Her smile was wide. Nico finally saw her happy again. He held her hand as she led him around the park, just as excited as the young children around them.

Elsa got mistaken for a princess by multiple children, mainly young ones because of her diadem, regality, and the fact that she was wearing a dress. Her dress wasn't even long or fancy. It didn't even come down all the way to her knees, and she was wearing white lace leggings underneath. Her sleeveless dress was a beautiful ocean blue with a thin white belt around the waist, and at the bottom, was embroidered with some large white snowflakes. It was simple. She had her black and white oxfords on as well. Her hair was down, but pulled out of her face by a jeweled barrette as well as her diadem. The only jewelry she wore was a pair of crystal earrings. Elsa wasn't wearing any makeup either.

The first time it happened, they were standing in line for the Haunted Mansion. Elsa looked enchanted with everything around her, and she was smiling as bright as stars in the night sky. There was a tug on the skirt of her dress, and there was a little girl standing at her side.

"'Scuse me, but are you a princess?" She asked Elsa, her eyes full of wonder. Clearly, the little girl had chosen to disregard the young queen's black backpack with white flowers on it. Elsa laughed. Nico noticed, and raised an eyebrow, a smirk finding its way on his face.

"Go on, Elsa… Tell her." He prodded with a grin.

"Angela!" A woman scolded, hurrying over to the two teens and the little girl. "Don't run off like that, okay? We don't want you to get lost." She looked up at Elsa and Nico. "Sorry about that." She apologized.

"Don't worry about it." Elsa assured her. "It's fine." A gentle smile rested on her face.

"But are you a princess?" The little girl—Angela—pressed.

"She's a queen." Nico said before Elsa could respond.

"Are you her king?" Angela inquired.

"He's not my king, but he is my best friend in the whole wide world." Elsa told Angela, crouching down to her level.

"Do you have a king?" Angela cocked her little head. Elsa shook her head in response.

"No, but I would like to have a queen. You see, I like queens and princesses. And my friend here likes kings and princes." Elsa replied. "In fact, I know a princess that I would like to make my queen. She doesn't love me though." She swallowed, praying that her voice wouldn't waver while talking to this little girl. "It made me very sad to know that, so that is why I'm here with my friend today." Nico placed a hand on Elsa's shoulder and squeezed it. He could see the pain that now resided in her eyes and smile. Angela's mother realized it too.

"Come on, honey." She encouraged her daughter. "Let's let these two go on their ride, okay." Elsa stood up straight and waved at Angela as her mother escorted her back to their family. Nico kept his hand on her shoulder. She turned to him once she finished waving. He immediately took her into his arms in a hug. She fought back tears, taking deep breaths.

"Hey, it's going to be okay. Everything'll work out in the end." Nico tried to assure her. He was actually only saying that to comfort her. He didn't know if things would be alright. He had no way to know for sure. For all he knew, he could be desperately comforting Elsa for the next two years, saying the same things over and over again. Trying to assure her that that she would thaw her frozen heart and be able to feel love that she wanted to feel again. That she wouldn't be stuck only loving three people for the rest of her immortal life.

If that did happen, Nico wondered if she could ask the gods for more time. Time to thaw her frozen heart. He prayed that it wouldn't have to come to that.

Elsa felt better once they'd gone on the ride.

In Fantasyland, that was where the other children came up to Elsa and asked her if she was a princess. Each and every time, without fail, Nico would say that she was a queen. This made Elsa smile faintly. The kids who asked her if she was a princess usually asked to take a picture with her, to which Elsa said yes each time, in order to make the children smile. She was reminded of Anna every time.

The two stayed until midnight, going on their favorite rides over and over again until they were bored with them, eating whatever they fancied until they were nearly sick on the rides, buying souvenirs that would probably just sit in their rooms, gathering dust. However, they'd filled a camera full of pictures of their nice day out.

When they left Disneyland, Elsa was practically asleep standing up. Nico was wiped out once he shadow traveled them into Elsa's room. The two conked out on Elsa's bed, still fully dressed and wearing their backpacks. It was three AM when they got back to New York, in that time zone.

The next morning, the two woke up at eleven-thirty the next morning. Waking up involved a lot of groans and moans from opening their eyes to the bright sunlight that filled the room, hunger, atrocious morning breath, stiffness from abnormal sleeping positions, and feeling like they got hit by a truck and wanting to go back to bed for the rest of the day.

"Ugh," Elsa moaned, shedding her backpack, diadem, barrette, earrings, and shoes, and then peeling off her leggings. "My breath tastes awful." Nico's arm appeared from the bathroom, holding out Elsa's toothbrush with toothpaste on it. In the bathroom, there was the sound of water running, and him brushing his teeth. Elsa began brushing hers. Especially her tongue. While she did this, she quickly changed her underwear and put on some comfortable sleep shorts.

Nico closed the door so that he could use the toilet, so Elsa took off her dress and bra to replace them with a more comfortable bra with a large and soft T-shirt. She put on a pair of fuzzy socks for comfort. She grabbed a scrunchie, wearing it like a bracelet until she could get into the bathroom to braid her hair.

Elsa went into the bathroom once Nico exited. She shut the door, and put on deodorant first. She knew that she probably needed a shower, but she didn't feel like taking one. She brushed her hair, and spat out the toothpaste from brushing her teeth for overly long, then rinsed out her mouth. She quickly put her hair in a loose braid, securing it with the scrunchie. She ran her fingers through her bangs, not sure what to do about them. Elsa sighed, and just tucked them behind her ears. She used the toilet before going back into the bedroom and collapsing on the bed.

"What do you want to do now?" She asked. "Personally, I'm famished." Elsa looked at Nico with pleading puppy eyes.

"What?" He grumbled. He'd changed into a clean shirt and a pair of Elsa's yoga pants for the comfort. He left his socks on, even though they were sweaty. He didn't mind too much, as long as he didn't have to take them off and then put them on again.

"Please, Nico?" Elsa pretended to pout, rolling over to make eye contact with him.

"Elsa, I just got up." Nico complained. "You get it."

"But you can shadow travel."

"You can teleport."

"But you're better at ending up where you want to be." Elsa protested after a pause.

"You'll get better if you practice. Consider this practice." Nico grabbed a pillow and put it on top of his face.

"But I don't feel like getting up." Elsa whined.

"How do you think I feel?" Nico said through the pillow.

"I have a broken heart."

"Shadow travel exhausts me. You know that, Elsa." He lightly whacked her with the pillow, avoiding the subject.

"Calypso rejected me." Elsa tried to play the same card again.

"I'm more tired than you." Nico really didn't want to talk about Calypso, for fear that Elsa might start crying.

"Please?" Elsa finally got off the subject of her broken heart.

"No."

"Nico."

"Elsa."

"Please?"

"No." Both of them were silent until there was a knock on the door. Elsa sat up and padded over to the door, yawning as she opened it. When she saw who was on the other side, her heart stopped in her chest, and she forgot to breathe. Elsa just stood there for a second, frozen. Nico got up, and looked to see who was behind the door.

"Calypso?" He gasped, his eyes bulging.