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First day back at school.

"I will be keeping a close eye on you, Crescent." Coach was already once again in my face and I kept my ground by crossing my arms infront of me aggressively.

Seeing his unpleasant mug first thing in the morning had my mood abruptly turn for the worse. "Oh. Like how closely you already were before I got-" I started to take a hostile step forward when a flash of blonde appeared beside me.

"There you are, Anna." Elsa took my arm to stop me from advancing and even went as far as dragging me back to a safer distance. "You just got back, Gattina. Cosa stai facendo?" She whispered in my ear before discretely pinching my hand since the rest of my arms were covered under my thick sleeves. I curled my lip over my teeth in building irritation, but easily dropped it once I considered those profound icy blues. 'Please stop it' written all up in them. "Don't worry, Mr. Smoot. I believe I'm the one that needs to keep a better eye on my personal assistant from now on." She then looked from me to him with a guarded face and small guaranteeing smile.

Unfazed, Coach straightened back up with that stupid maddening sneer still in place. "Yes. Maybe if you had kept a better eye on this little troublemaker in the first place she wouldn't be at the very top of all of the teachers' cautionary lists."

When he first showed signs of resentment toward my Snow Paw, I instinctively stepped back infront of her with my own sneer etched on my face at him. Raise a single finger to her I will slap it away. "Hey, don't go blaming Miss Mariani when she has other things to worry about." I snapped, letting my voice coat itself in venom. "This is on me and I take full responsibility for my actions." I was sure the fire I felt, radiated through his eyes too as we stared challengingly at one another.

"Anna." Elsa hissed, gripping my arm with another silent plea for me to settle down. Too bad I was already a little too riled up. Why? Because I hadn't even gone to my first class yet when the freakishly tall Coach unexpectedly cornered me and began laying it all on me like he'd been saving two weeks' worth of criticism until I eventually showed up back at school. Douchebag.

Instead of heeding Elsa's request, I clenched my fists and glared at the man. "No. Let's just go back to you picking on me for none other than the sole reason that I'm the daughter of Benjamin Crescent Jr." I said through my teeth, finally having had enough of his aggravating antics.

"...What?" He growled dangerously.

Rolling my eyes, I continued, "Please. It's no mystery that you and my dad were rivals for the affections of one lovely Eliza Jensen back in the day." I huffed, still keeping his heated gaze with my own. "Since she ended up choosing my dad, you then declared that he was your mortal enemy from that day forth and since you can't seem to step up to him yourself (much less, just let it go) you feel the uncanny need to dump out all that stupid frustration on me. Their only daughter." I fought the tears that threatened to spill over at the very mention of my mother in public. Not to mention the unfathomable fact that I was my dad's only other reminder that she was real. That she'd been alive at one point in time. "And you're nothing but an unbearable, chauvinistic, jerk-wad for it."

During my outburst, Elsa's hand had slid down my arm where her fingers intertwined with mine.

"Oohhh-!" The crowd I hadn't noticed before taunted from behind us. Finally, my glare broke to sweep around, seeing a good amount of people standing there in the hall. (Olaf, Kida and Kristoff as well.)

"Shall I escort you to the office?" Coach suddenly looked nervous at having so many people as my witness.

"Wait. Is that true?" Elsa asked me after successfully pulling me back out of his personal space and standing infront of me once again. She, herself, had seen the way Coach and I acted around each other before, so now that I had deliberately spilled the beans, she looked a lot more concerned than she did two seconds ago. Honestly, I didn't plan on going off on him in the middle of the main hall, on a Monday of all days, but now that I was on a roll, I couldn't stop even if I tried.

"Do you realize that my mother is gone?" I asked the man-bear brokenly from over Elsa's shoulder. It hurt me to say that out loud to all of these other students too, because who knew what was going to stem from it? Even so, I refused to cry. Not infront of the likes of him. Them. And when Coach didn't answer, I exhaled a sharp breath and side-stepped the now astonished girl standing in my line of vision. "Well, she is, no matter how hard my dad and I wish she wasn't. And, Jacob Smoot III? I am getting so damn sick of taking your relentless crap day in and day out!"

"That's enough!" He barked, face reddening in anger.

"Yes!" I shot back, gripping Elsa's hand instead of lashing out like I so badly wanted to. "It is enough and I am not going to hesitate to speak my mind anymore every time you open that gargantuan pie-hole of yours to insult and blame me for everything when you're only looking to get back at my dad by pinning something stupid on me to get me in trouble!" Instead of waiting for him to retort, I turned to lead Elsa straight through the crowd while they cheered us on like idiots. They even reached out to pat either Elsa's shoulder or mine as we parted through them.

We even brushed right between Olaf and Kristoff and continued walking without so much as a single glance back.

"...Anna Crescent..."

"Yeah! She totally stood up to Smoot!"

"Ugh! That guy gets on my nerves. All the time."

"...Elsa Mariani..."

"...dating?"

"They're sooo cool!"

"...beat the crap out of Ariel Simmons..."

"She stood up for that Fallon girl..."

"Hey, I have her in two of my classes."

"She's my hero!"

"Elsa's freaking gorgeous...and now I see that Anna is too."

"They're actually kinda cute together."

"...started out in the boardroom with Mariani..."

"No way!"

"According to two weeks ago, Elsa Mariani belongs to Anna Crescent."

"Anna is awesome!"

"...that red hair and freckles? Totally beautiful combination."

"Elsa is such a vixen."

"A classic girl and a rebel."

"I can totally ship them!"

And on the gossip chain went as classes trudged along.

Lunch.

All morning I did my best not to get into any more fights (verbal or not) since I'd been shaken up pretty seriously right off the bat.

Being reminded of my mother in the heat of battle always seemed to unhinge me a bit. Whether I was in school or at the gym didn't matter. It always left me feeling raw, worn out, hurt, and extremely predisposed to everything around me. I did not like that sensitivity whatsoever. So much so that I hadn't even thought to try to reconcile with any of my friends yet. Not today. Not when I was like this. Mainly, because I didn't want to risk blowing up at them too. I had no real idea how stable I was, but once Elsa came to rescue me just before even lunch started, I felt more relieved than I had been since I got out of my dad's car that morning.

"I think you should talk to them, Gattina." Elsa whispered into the top of my head.

"No thanks." I protested. "I just got done telling Smoot off. What makes you think I won't try to bite their heads off too?"

"They're your friends, Anna." Elsa replied in a steady voice. She knew I wasn't as calm as I could have been, but that didn't stop her from trying to let me see reason once again. I blew out a harsh breath, watching as it materialized and then disappeared infront of me. If it was cold, I couldn't tell at the moment.

"Friends wouldn't make you feel like crap whenever you see them." I folded my arms and slumped against the wall we were sitting by.

"Shouldn't that just mean that they love you enough to call you out?"

"Yeah, and then rub it in your face every time you make a mistake." I huffed irritably. "Like, right now, I can bet they're talking about me running off with you rather than them."

"Anna." Elsa sighed gently before scooting closer to me. "Don't you think that's a little-?"

"Ridiculous?" I asked, actually cracking a smile and then nudged her shoulder playfully. "I can't exactly be mad at you, Snow Paw. So don't be afraid to tell me when I'm being weird."

"Well, good." She giggled. "I've seen what happens when people get on your bad side."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "That bad, huh? No wonder I get in trouble so easily."

There was a short contemplative pause until she spoke up again. "You...you know that's not the actual reason, right?"

I suddenly frowned up in confusion at her. What? "I would think so." I answered impassively. "I mean, I'm in the office a lot and I have lunch detention at least three times out of the week...that, or the staff just loves me too much to leave me alone." My hands came up, "Ah, and let's not forget those memorable suspensions of mine."

"Gattina, look at me." Elsa's warm hands cupped my face so she could do just that. Looking into those deep, revealing eyes, I had no choice but to shut up and listen. "Some of the teachers have no problem telling you that you're a troublemaker and sometimes, sometimes you are, but if you actually stop to look at what you've done," She pushed a soothing hand through my fringe. "The real reasons you were suspended both times was because you were protecting someone." Her voice dipped in sweetness. "You talk back because you manage to pick out things aren't fair and when you think about it, the only person you really did that with was Smoot."

"I-" I was at a loss of words as her own tumbled around in my head. It was true. Yes, the boardroom window was only an excuse to talk to her and I got in trouble for it, but since that day, I hadn't even thought to do anything like that again. Lunch detention was mainly because I forgot to spit my gum out (so that was on me.) Talking back to Smoot usually ended with a trip to the office, which the Weasel was compelled to let me go when I told him Smoot was merely pestering me. Breaking Ariel Simmons' nose the first time and getting suspended for it was because of her talking trash about Elsa. Eventually beating her to a pulp was because she made Elsa cry..."Whoa." Was all I could manage.

"I think it's safe to say that you have righteous anger, Anna." Elsa suddenly giggled. "I'm sorry I didn't notice your immense chivalry when I should have. And the fact that everything you do has a purpose." With a slight disbelieving chuckle, I dropped my head on her shoulder. Wow. Who knew she...cared so much? It was hard for me to wrap my head around, but before I could say or think anything else, she kissed the top of my head. "Now that you know all of that, shall we go find your friends? I'll be happy to be there with your reconciliation, if you want."

My eyes immediately widened in shock. A-after all that?! No way was I going to pull away from this tender moment of stunning realization. "What, you're not enough to comfort me right now, Snow Paw?" I mumbled tiredly, snuggling closer to her for more body warmth since we were sitting out on the roof and it was starting to snow. But, maybe we should go back in. The last thing I wanted to do was catch a cold.

"Well," Elsa breathed close to contentedly. "Considering I always get to see la mia ragazza being such an awesome, bulletproof person around school and then suddenly getting to see that she has so much more depth than everyone gives her credit for outside of it," There was a pause as her arm squeezed me a little tighter, "I think I'm qualified to comfort you, Anna."

I couldn't stop the chuckle from bubbling out of me after she said all that, yet a few things from earlier stuck in my mind. "Thank you, Snow Paw. You were there this time." I decided to keep my questions to myself for the moment so I could enjoy the rest of lunch with her, regardless that we hadn't actually eaten anything.

"Of course, Gattina." Elsa lifted my head to press a meaningful chaste kiss to my lips. "Unlike before, I'd like to be there for you now." Our eyes met and I could feel her hot breath against my face as I watched her electric blues carefully taking me in.

I adore you. With a soft sigh, I reached up to slide my hand through the silky tresses at her temple and I had the pleasurable sensation of her shivering in response to my touch. A sudden tug to the back of my own head had my eyes closing and I exhaled gently as our mouths met again. Elsa's naturally sweet-smelling scent mixed with the smell of frost and instantly wiped all other thoughts about the unpleasant morning away with each movement of lips between us. No longer jagged and torn up, I now felt smooth and silky. Just like her kisses. Warm like the indulgent exhales that brushed over my skin and conveying what had to be a pretty strong dose of security because the closer I got, the closer she wanted to too.

I heard Elsa gasp as I suddenly pressed against her, so ready to lift myself up on my knees so I could straddle her. I only got as far as easing her back against the wall and moving my hands until one was carefully placed on her hip while the other tangled itself in her luscious locks before she deepened the kiss. I used my teeth gently because it felt like the right thing to do, plus I didn't want to end up biting into her lip again. To my surprise, I was rewarded with a small, half-strangled moan from her as I lightly nibbled. That delicious sound slithered over my tongue and sent an almost violent shudder rushing all along my spine, warming me to the bone. I swear my whole body pulsated.

That sound. So sexy...

The thought cause me to stop.

Of course, I knew what the word meant and how it was supposed to be used, but me actually putting it into real-life context was different. So different. It ultimately changed the word. The whole meaning was now so much more important, especially when it was shaped around someone like Elsa Mariani.

It fit. Elsa, my Elsa, was sexy.

Now, a few some things inside of me were shivering and would tense up in ways that weren't exactly uncomfortable. I had to wonder what the foreign feeling was, but as those normally cerulean colored eyes opened and I witnessed them to be more of an indigo color, I determined that previous feeling to be none other than, desire. A low rumble made its way out of my throat once my body thrummed passionately again just from realizing that I could actually identify with it. I could feel it.

Although, I wasn't there. Not yet.

So when Elsa pulled back, I watched attentively as she took a breath, licked her lips and then smiled. "S-should we get back inside?" Came her soft reply.

"Ye- mhmm." I chose to keep my mouth shut and nodded, lest I blurt out something embarrassing.

We slowly stood up at the same time and I couldn't resist brushing the light coat of snow off her beautiful hair and shoulders with an idiotic grin. New-found thoughts now swirled around in my head as I openly observed at her. I'd looked at her before, lots of times, but not with these new sensations. Not through these new eyes. It was like a whole other part of my brain had opened, letting me experience an almost foreign kaleidoscope of feelings. Sexy. She's so sexy.

"What are you thinking about, Gattina?" Elsa questioned as she dusted snow particles off of me too.

You HAD to ask! My face instantly warmed up, but I managed to cover it. "I-I was actually wondering what you were saying earlier." I grinned and took her hand, leading her back to the propped open door.

"Which part?" She asked once we shook the rest of our clothes off from residual snowflakes.

"Your Italian parts." I responded, not noticing how weird that sounded until Elsa gave me a particular look. That expression made me drop my face into my hands as my earlier blush came back with a vengeance. "That- I-I meant the things that you-" I snapped my mouth shut and held a hand up, silently counting down from five. All while not looking at her. Dear Odin where's a rock to hide under when you need one? "You said something like; coza stai tendo, or something like that? And la my ragazza?"

Elsa partly stifled a giggle while pushing a hand through her now wet hair to slick it back out of her eyes. I tried not to pay too much attention to the way that made a shiver tremble through my frame. "Um, I think you meant: Cosa stai facendo? And: la mia ragazza?"

"Yes! Spare me some embarrassment, please, Snow Paw." I lamented. I tried to walk down the rest of the stairs without her, but she stealthily caught my arm and slid her hand into mine.

"Okay." There was a smile in her pretty voice. "When I said: Cosa stai facendo? I simply asked you what you were doing. And when I said la mia ragazza..."

When she didn't answer right away, I had to stop and look at her. We'd made it into the main hall and were heading in the general direction of the boardroom, but since she went shy suddenly, I paused so I could question her with my eyes. Nothing.

She eventually looked away from me.

"What? What's that mean?" I tried to press without sounding impatient. Because I wasn't impatient whatsoever. Just very curious now that she looked embarrassed.

With a charming flush on her cheeks, she leaned in to whisper the meaning into my ear, which ultimately left a nice blush on my face too.

And a new mark on my heart.

Home.

I had to practically crawl out from under the colossal amount of homework I found myself buried in and had barely made it to the couch before promptly passing out. I wasn't even sure how far I'd gotten with the stacks, but it all didn't matter as my body settled into the cushions for a few blissful minutes.

Alas, all good things (like sleep) must come to an end.

"Anna? Hey, Anna. Wake up." A deep voice broke through my sleep-drenched consciousness along with a light shaking of my shoulder. Normally, my alarm clock was the radio blasting whatever channel I'd last left it on, so someone saying my name automatically made me groan unhappily as sleep began to flee once more.

"What century is it?" I muttered blearily, turning over and snuggling back into the cushions. Go away.

"About seven-thirty? Twenty-first century, that is." Another voice answered.

My eye cracked open to see three other different pairs of eyes staring at me as they were carefully seated around the couch I had been passed out on. I grimaced. 7:30?! That meant that I'd been asleep all of twenty minutes! The absurd thought made me throw my arm over my eyes in sleepy annoyance. "What do you three haters want?" I murmured.

"I told you she wasn't going to like us barging in on her!" Olaf whispered.

"Something tells me that nothing we say is going to make her like us again." Kida was next to say. Miserably, at that. I inwardly rolled my eyes.

"We did kinda give her the Cold-Shoulder for two weeks." Kristoff finished. Is that all?

With a cranky groan, I managed to pull myself up so I could glare at them. "Again: what do you want? I'm still in not that great a mood to talk." Before they could say anything more, I directed an apologetic gaze to Olaf. "Sorry I missed your play, buddy. I know how much it meant to you and I screwed it up." Better to apologize now, if anything.

It wasn't that I wasn't ready to start talking to them again, I just wasn't sure how I felt about it. I mean, yes, I may have messed with our friendship by not telling them about Elsa and eventually getting suspended because of it, but I couldn't just get over the fact that they'd basically kept asking me how completely stupid I could be to do something like that in the first place. Granted, I'm not that smart, but they all managed to hurt my feelings. Ugh! What a trivial reason! I didn't want to feel like the victim since all I've ever done was be there for them and when I did something stupid, they were quick to call me out on it.

I felt betrayed because of that.

And then there was the fact that they'd witnessed the whole incident with Smoot. Great. Cue the pity card. What made me a little more nervous was that Elsa wasn't there to keep me calm right then.

"Hey, don't worry about it." Olaf replied delicately before reaching a hand out to cover mine. He effectively managed to pull me out of my reverie. "I won't lie about being mad at you for missing out on the play, but it was pretty selfish of me to get so mad at you because of it."

"I just wish you'd told us about Elsa earlier." Kristoff hauled himself up so he could sit next to me. Guess that was selfish of me too.

"Yeah. No need to make a spectacle of yourself because Ariel was picking on her." Kida sighed. I directed a scowl at her, which she ended up grinning at before joining us on the couch too. "Okay, I admit that you rearranging that vile redhead's face was top-notch awesomesauce!"

"Enough!" Olaf barked at them, coming to my defense. "It was stupid for all of us to get so bent out of shape for handling problems that could have been resolved with a level head."

"I couldn't sit by and do nothing, you know." I muttered, looking away from them to check my phone for any new messages. Of course there was one from Elsa about me having any questions about my homework. Speaking of- "And yeah, I should have told you about Elsa before, but I didn't want to make a big deal out of something that might have not even worked out in the end."

"Anna, what are friends for?" Olaf looked at me with those innocent eyes of his. "We're supposed to be there to suffer with you, celebrate with you, and try to give you advice even when we have zero experience in certain areas."

Kristoff spoke up next with a light flaring of his nose. "Yeah. O and I know all about your struggling with Coach since sophomore year and we would have liked to join in on your verbal showdown, but-"

"You went all Helga-Style and took him on by yourself." Kida interjected with her hands waving around in mock-warrior poses.

"For the record: Elsa was there." I added with a suppressed grin, finally beginning to feel like myself around them again.

"Well...maybe that's a good thing." Olaf suddenly chortled and placed himself snugly between Kida and I. "Otherwise we probably would have had to pull you off of him too." He added. And just like that, the restrictive barricades holding all of us back shattered, leaving us all roaring with laughter.

"Oh, that would have been epic!" Kida declared, reaching over to tousle my hair. "I so would pay to see that."

"As long as I got a few punches in too, I would definitely pay to see it." Kristoff was still grinning, but there was a look in his chocolate colored eyes that had me suddenly leaning toward him. When his arm wrapped itself firmly around me, I didn't hesitate to snuggle into his crazy body heat.

"I'm sorry, guys. And Kida." I said after a minute.

"Yeah, we are too." Olaf wrapped himself around me too. "After saying all that junk to you, we wanted to reconcile, like, the next night, but by then, we felt so stupid for blowing up at you and-" He sighed. "I-it didn't help that you didn't want to talk to us either."

"We were just upset that you did all of this without us." Kristoff squeezed me. "We could have helped. No matter how awkward the situation."

"You really are a good person, Anna." Kida decided to speak up, poking my side gently. "Guess that's why you were able to get Elsa Mariani so easily."

I laughed at that. "I love you guys. Kida too." Glancing up, I playfully pinched Kristoff's nose. "And don't worry. From here on out, I'll try to let you in on what I'm thinking. On a few things. Right, Kida?" I turned to wink at her. She smirked back.

"I don't think I like that look you are sharing." Kristoff glowered.

"What do you expect, Tweedledee and Tweedledum-Dumb?" Kida drawled and reached over to flick his cheek. "We need our secret telepathic moves if you two are going to have dates to the Winter Dance."

"And prom eventually." I added with a grin.

"Aw, man!" The boys groaned together.

We may fight, argue, and not talk for awhile, but we'll get through it and jump right back like it was nothing.

A/N: 'Here comes the sun do 'n' do, do. Here comes the sun and I say, "It's alright."'

I own nothing.

Yay! They all made up, coach Smoot and Ariel have been put in their places and Elsa...well she was a complete sweetheart. Not to mention, Anna's more mature mind has been rattled. *wink* (everyone goes through that right?) Now let's see what else happens!

Hope y'all liked it. Thanks for reading you 200 followers! ^^ and the rest of you of course!



Tootles~