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That morning.

Letting out a long, noisy yawn, I languidly trudged down the rest of the stairs with one hand scrolling through my phone and the other using the rail as a guide so I didn't end up in a heap on the floor. Staying up half the night trying to convince Kristoff to actually call, or in the very least text the poor cashier girl was worth it, but not so much once I remembered that today was Coach's dreaded physical fitness test. Seriously. The man should be fired for having us do all those stupid things.

"Burnt pancake for your thoughts?" My dad's deep voice managed to pull my eyes off my screen long enough for me to see that I was walking right past the kitchen.

"I thought we agreed to not let you burn the house down in the mornings." I smirked, coming back to the present and then changed my direction so I could join him at the table.

"Hey, one of us has to learn sometimes." He defended himself, placing a too big stack of pancakes in front of me and a glass of apple juice. When I raised a questioning brow at him, he shrugged sheepishly. "Forgot to go food shopping."

"One: I'm happy you're learning to cook," I let out a chuckle and added, "because we both now I posses the unique power of making water explode." He stifled a snort of his own, but said nothing more about it, so I continued. "And two: No problem. Let's say I ditch school and you ditch work so we can go food shopping together! It'll be an awesome father-daughter day with no other distractions." I pleaded with the biggest puppy-dog eyes I could muster.

"No." Jade eyes narrowed suspiciously at me.

"Please?"

"I said no." He huffed and slid the syrup to me in one fluid motion. "You're not getting out of your PT test, little lady."

My eyes widened before shooting away in mock agitation. "Argh! I shouldn't have told- well, complained to you about it all last week." I grumbled, taking the bottle so I could positively drown the 'cakes before I ate them. Neither he, nor my mom understood why I did that, but really, what better way was there to eat pancakes?

"Oh, you were inches from a clean get away." My dad straightened up and then made me almost choke in laughter when he pointedly tightened his apron with an indignant glare. Tough guy.

I only gave him the most innocently stupid smile I could and then promptly dug right in to my breakfast, lest we leave late. Again. As the fluffy, misshapen 'cake touched my tongue, I felt the need to shiver. They were actually pretty good. Now, I teased him all the time about not being able to cook when in actuality, his meals were amazing. The food itself may have looked questionable nine times out of ten, but ten out of ten times I would leave my plate spotless. This time was no exception.

As I came up for air and took a drink of my juice, I noticed him pouring himself a decent-sized cup of coffee. Just to the right of his head, there was a picture my mom had bought that read Rise and Grind complete with a steaming cup of Joe and a coffee bean on either side of the fancy/grungy fonts. I'd always read it, but never thought more on it. Until that moment. With a lick of my lips, I had to ask him. "Why do you like coffee, dad?"

He paused before taking the sugar and spoon with him so he could settle across from me with his own stack of pancakes. "Mom used to say: I may rise, but I don't shine until I've had my coffee." Those jade eyes hazed a bit as he thought back. I let a smile spread across my lips. "I never used to like it before I met her."

"Wait. So, you're saying that she drank coffee in high school?" I cut another triangle of pancakes.

He practically shoveled a whole circle in his mouth and didn't bother to answer me until most of it was chewed thoroughly. "Well, I didn't find out until we actually started dating." He chuckled in endearment, raising his mug to his scruffy lips. "When I did, I thought she was the most sophisticated woman I'd ever laid eyes on."

"And then she gave you a sip." I grinned.

"And then she gave me a sip." He nodded. "I never knew I could hear colors."

We shared a good laugh while I cut the rest of my stack up and once we settled back down, he suddenly held out the still steaming mug to me. I took note of the simple E printed on the side and immediately felt like tearing up. E for Eliza Crescent. Luckily, his next words took me in a whole different path. "So,tell me, Panda. Do you like your coffee like you like your men: tall, dark and strong?" He joked.

I grinned deviously as I took the mug from his hand. "No, but I do like my coffee like I like my women: sweet, strong, and able to keep me up all night." I answered just as jokingly before taking a swig.

His jaw dropped. I spit out most of what entered my mouth. Wow, that's hot and bitter!

"What?" He frowned.

"What?" I repeated, wiping my mouth quickly and feeling my tongue already start to turn numb from the stupid liquid. "Yeah, I officially hate coffee." Cleaning the rest of the table, I missed the way my dad narrowed his eyes suspiciously at me.

"It's not so bad. Trust me, Panda. You'll need it once you get into college." He reached over to take the mug back.

"That's what energy drinks are for." I drawled rhetorically, picking up my plate and then sauntered to the sink so I could rinse it off. I knew I brought up the next topic without really bringing it up, but I still felt my hands becoming clammy at the mere thought. My heart began to race as the hot water took the residual syrup along with it. No. I'm not ready yet. Exhaling deeply, I set the plate into the washer before going back to hug his neck. "Thank you for breakfast, daddy."

"Of course, cupcake." He smiled warmly at me when I pulled away, only to lean in and place a tender kiss to my cheek. "Now, let's get going before you get suspended for being tardy."

"Yes! Walk me right to my doom." I lamented before rushing to get my bag.

"Oh it won't be so bad! Chin up, Panda." My dad called after me with a full mouth.

At the football field.

"PICK UP THE PACE, CRESCENT!" Coach bellowed at the top of his lungs from across the field, making me think that people all the way over in Corona could hear him just as clear as I did. I let out a breathless chuckle at the thought before doing just that. Why did it seem like he was only picking on me? I mean, there were other people (people like Ariel Simmons) who were taking their sweet time waltzing around the track.

Oh well. Almost done. I was on my last lap when my mind began to wander in all sorts of directions. I found myself thinking about the conversation with my dad that morning, Elsa, coffee, Kristoff and Sen, Olaf's upcoming play, Elsa, Kida's tribal tattoo and it's actual meaning, my mom, my dad and mom and how they were when they were younger. And Elsa. Unfortunately, once I really began to think of a way to tell my dad about her, myself, I didn't see Ariel stick her foot into my path. I swear I felt like a plane crash landing headlong onto the runway. Face plant.

The pain started from my face and then spread like wildfire through my entire body until it ended at my toes.

Springing back up, I ran back to a shocked redhead and grabbed her shirt collar almost violently. "What the hell is your problem, Simmons?!" My voice was coated in rage, but when she suddenly went fuzzy in my vision, I took a step back and shook my head of the dizziness. Ouch. Not knowing what was up with me, I continued to grip her shirt while I tried to catch my breath and glared daggers at her. If she wasn't careful, I was wholly willing to break her nose again.

"What happened?" Coach appeared behind us, easily taking my shoulders and pulling me away from her.

"She tripped me." I growled with an accusing finger pointed at her. Something dribbled out of my nose and presented a metallic taste in my mouth then, but I ignored it to glare at the other girl she was walking with. "You saw it, didn't you?"

The girl paled. "I-I have nothing to do with this." She then jogged away like the coward she looked like. Finally running like she was supposed to already be doing.

"Maybe if you paid more attention-" Ariel began, getting over her initial shock of having tripped me good.

"Maybe you should focus more on running than trying to pick a fight with me." I snapped. You want another fight?

"Anna, go to the nurse's office." Coach kept a firm hand on my shoulder.

"Oh, and I suppose the sun revolves around you too, huh? Everything is either Elsa the perfect, or Anna the rebel, isn't it?" Ariel wasn't backing down and unbeknownst to us, a light crowd had begun to gather around. I spat that ugly taste out of my mouth before wiping at my hurting lips.

"You do know that it's the earth that revolves around the sun, right? And the color Jealousy is an ugly shade for your clear wannabe face." My condescending tone made her puff up with her own rage. Everyone around us erupted in a unanimous chuckle at that. Before I knew it, she'd jumped at me and successfully tackled me to the track in one fell swoop. Only because I wasn't expecting it.

Once I got my bearings, I managed to block all of her unprofessional punches with my arms and then managed to get a powerful right jab to her cheek when the clear opening presented itself. I had the satisfying view of watching her head snap to the side, but before I could offer more from where that came from, she partly screamed and continued to wildly shower my arms with non-powerful punches until Coach stepped in to yank her off of me.

"SIMMONS, OFFICE! CRESCENT, GO TO THE NURSE!" He roared dangerously and then almost forcefully had to drag a very agitated, protesting Ariel in the opposite direction as I stumbled back up to my feet. Spitting another bout of blood from my mouth I ignored the delicious adrenaline still rushing through my veins and pushed through the now thicker crowd that had gathered.

I didn't expect to hear victorious cheers from them.

Nurse's office.

"ANNA! Are you okay?!"

"What the heck happened!?"

"I-is your nose broken?!"

Kida, Olaf, and Kristoff burst through the door, instantly rushing to me while the nurse just as quickly shushed them. There were a few other students taking naps, so quietness was always appreciated. Even if the lazybutts shouldn't have been in there in the first place. Anyway, she'd been carefully examining the damage done to my poor nose, busted lip and scraped chin with experienced old eyes when she turned to address the newcomers.

"Miss Crescent is fine." She stated, making a relieved sigh leave the trio before us. "Of course we won't know more until the swelling subsides, but just from the looks of it, she's got a slight fracture. Nothing major to worry about." After patting my leg, the nurse gave me a reassuring smile and left me there to rest a minute more.

"What in the world?" Kida was first to cup my cheeks and lift my head up into the light. Her concerned sky blue eyes bored into mine before trailing down to my chin in deep thought. I gulped awkwardly at how closely she was scrutinizing my face.

"Did you get in another fight?" Kristoff asked sternly, crossing his arms. "Please tell me you didn't."

"No." I sighed heavily and then moved away from Kida's intimidating stare. Seriously, it felt like she could see right into my soul sometimes and right then I didn't want her to.

"Oh? Then why did I see Ariel Simmons storming out of Weselton's office with tears in her eyes and a nasty bruise on her face?" Olaf asked next.

"She probably walked into a wall." I shrugged.

"We all know you two have P.E together." Kristoff grunted before coming closer to tip my face upwards so he too could inspect the damage. "Stop lying." He added.

"I don't know what her problem is!" I inadvertently admitted and slapped his hand away so I could stand up. "She tripped me, I yelled at her, she said something stupid, I corrected her, maybe tossed in an insult and then she was all over me like a wild animal." Glaring out the window to that stupid football field, I quietly added. "And I might have socked her for good measure."

"Wait, you said she tripped you?" Kida asked, already starting to giggle.

"Yeah." I confirmed, not noticing the way they all looked goofily from one to another.

"What were you doing?" Olaf asked next.

"Running. It was Smoot's exam day." I grumbled.

"So, she tripped you." Kristoff stated.

"Yes, for the hundredth time! I was running and she tripped me. Aren't you listening?" I growled heatedly and when I turned to look back at them, I felt my cheeks flush a little at their idiotic faces.

They suddenly roared with laughter.

"Of course that's the only way to injure you!" Olaf cried, clutching at his stomach.

"I told you. You have got to stop daydreaming!" Kida sat where I was before so she didn't end up on the floor. I rolled my eyes, letting a small smile tug at my lips from the ridiculousness of it all. Even Kristoff couldn't talk because he was laughing too hard.

After school.

I had to retake the exam tomorrow.

The one time I try to be serious about my random thoughts and this happens. Looking into the mirror in the girls' style room, I blew my bangs out of my eyes in annoyance. Once the swelling went down, I managed to cover my poor abused nose in a band-aid. As for my lip and chin...I decided to leave them alone and let them heal on their own. Besides, I didn't want to walk around with my whole face bandaged up and since my nose was most prominent, I felt the self-conscious need to protect it from prying eyes. I figured I'd already suffered enough humiliation on the field and from my friends to get anymore from random students in the hall anyway.

Of course I should have known it wouldn't be that easy to avoid.

As I walked out of the restroom, I held my head high and ignored the stares I was already getting. But the hushed whispers that swirled around like smoke made me think back to what Ariel had said earlier: Elsa the perfect and Anna the rebel. What did that even mean? I mean, I knew there were other troublemakers than me. Like Eugene Fitzherbert (A.K.A Flynn Rider) who had a permanent seat in the detention room since he constantly flirted with every female in the school. Regardless of age. Or Merida Abernathy who defied almost all the rules of the school. Or Jack Sparrow for being...well Jack Sparrow. (I was almost fairly sure that it was him that set the trashcan on fire.)

Regardless, I had to wonder if Elsa and I's names came up together more than once because I was working with her. That had rumor spread faster than lightening from the first moment I walked into the boardroom. I honestly didn't pay attention to any of them, so I couldn't care less about what they thought about me.

I was worried about Elsa though.

Elsa. A smirk played at my lips at the thought of seeing those arctic blues sooner than later. Honestly, we had yet to really figure out what the heck happened the other day between us, but I didn't mind. Just being around her was enough and if there was something more eventually, I didn't want either of us feeling the crushing pressure of the student body to admit it out loud.

Even I wasn't there yet.

As I reached for the doorknob, my hand closed around thin air when the door opened. My eyes instantly widened in surprise when I saw Hans Marsden standing in front of me.

"Hi." He stated after a full minute of trying to figure out who I was.

"Hey." I stepped back so I wouldn't get melted on the spot from his inaudible charm that seemed to ooze off of him in waves.

"Anna, right?" His gentle voice was one to be easily heard in a sea of chaos. Smile confident and blinding. Hair perfectly combed and uniform just as pristine as Elsa's. He even smells nice!

"Right." I nodded once and extended my hand, which he took with a sure grip.

"Nice to finally meet you." He grinned and then leaned in, "Elsa talks about you all the time."

And then he was gone.

I frowned in confusion as I walked the rest of the way into the boardroom, tossing my bag down and settling in the nearest seat. What was that all about?

"Anna, I was wondering if-" A short gasp was heard along with the sound of her chair pushing out. In the next instant, heavily concerned icy blue eyes filled my vision. The scent of frozen berries also infiltrated my nose. "What-" She tried.

"I-it's nothing." I stammered, glancing back at the door I'd foolishly left open.

"You're hurt." Elsa's sweet accented voice filled my ears, making me turn back to her almost automatically.

"It's just a scratch."

"Your lip."

"Halloween trick."

"Anna." Elsa frowned at me, so not in the mood for my teasing right now.

I sighed resignedly and answered her unheard question. "No, it wasn't a fight. But I'm surprised you haven't heard about it." Giving her a small smile, I looked back at the door. "What did Hans need?"

"Oh, he's in charge of calling the vendors and setting up appointments with the entertainers you gathered information on the other da- why are you changing the subject?" She suddenly pulled away from me so she could place herself between the door and I.

"Elsa, I'm fine." Leaning back in my chair, I looked up at her with another soothing grin. "I'm not in trouble if that's what your thinking." And it is. I drawled, keeping that last thought to myself and stood up to lean in with my hand covering the side of my mouth, "I'm not going anywhere, Barbie." Winking while I was at it.

"Right." Elsa scoffed and watched me pass her so I could close the door. "And you've got to stop calling me that."

Only when I need you to do something you haven't done before, eh? "Okay, okay." I snickered at my own thought and then turned around to find her going back to her desk, where I wandered to as well. Her annoyed from was back. It was an endearing sight to behold, but I needed to fix it, lest we already start a fight. Frankly, I was done fighting for the day.

"Hey." I carefully reached over to brush her silky hair behind her ear. It took her a bit, but when she finally brought her eyes to mine, I explained what happened. "Why would I want to get in more trouble when I've already got your attention?" I asked right after, watching delightfully as a light flush captured her pretty cheeks.

She muttered in defeat before looking away from me. "Darn you, Gattina."

I didn't know what that meant, but with the affectionate way she said it had my stomach flop happily. "Back atcha, Snow Paw." Ignoring my injured lip, I leaned in to place a chaste kiss to the top of her head, reveling in the way she quietly growled at me as her cheeks bloomed from a light flush to a dazzling blush that spread across the bridge of her nose.

So freaking cute!

A/N: *chuckles* I don't think I have anything to add to that.

But, you know, thanks for reading and whatnot^^

Tootles~