A/N: You guys probably thought I'd forgotten about this story... NEVER! Week two has even more craziness, so you better believe I'm sticking this thing out until the end, even if it takes me another year (god forbid...) SO I re-wrote the end of the last chapter (basically everything after the paintball game) so I recommend going back and reading it so that this chapter makes sense. Thanks ya'll! And as always, leave a review and tell me what you like and don't! MUAH

Waking up Sunday morning was like waking up that first morning I had slept at Milton. Disorientation and confusion clouded my already sleepy brain.

To my surprise, Kristoff had not come home at all over the course of the night - for a fleeting moment I was concerned but then I brushed it off - Kristoff was a big boy, he could handle himself. Thoughts of my roommate inevitably brought me back around the thoughts of Elsa and the weird crush I had somehow developed on her, then more thoughts of the crush SHE had developed on "Hans" and then my foggy brain began running in more circles that made me so sick I had to tear off my blankets and get out of bed.

I had set my alarm for 10, because I was supposed to meet my mother (gag me) for lunch at noon, and I figured that would give me plenty of time to get ready and transform back to Anna.

However, when I dug my phone out from the depths of my sheets I realized I had forgotten to plug it in and it had died, not setting off my alarm and not waking me up.

What an excellent start to today, I thought, plugging in my phone in a panic.

The apple appeared on the black screen.

"C'mon, c'mon you stupid phone," I muttered, starting to scurry around and pack for the day.

The phone made a noise to signal it was fully on and charging. I stubbed my toe on the way over to check the time, collapsing next to it on the bed in agony. When I finally looked over, the screen had gone black.

I reached over and mashed the home button too hard, making it fly to the ground.

Good thing I had bought that $50 screen protector for such occasions.

Hanging my head off the end of the bed, I finally got a glimpse of the time: 11:24.

"SHIT!" I said, jumping to my feet once more, forgetting that I had stubbed my toe and keeling over onto Kristoff's bed after putting weight on it.

If this was any indication for the rest of the day, it was going to be a long one.

Eventually I had gotten all of my girl supplies stuffed into my bag and was sprinting out the door of my dorm building.

Kristoff was mounting the steps as I was running down them.

He was very chipper for having lost the paintball game yesterday. "Hey, Ladies' Man!" he called to me even as I nearly bowled him over in my haste.

"I'm having lunch with my mom, I'll talk to you later bro!"

He just laughed. At least someone was having a good day.

The place I was meeting Mom at was her favorite little cafe that also sold sandwiches and quiches. The owners knew us pretty well so it was going to be somewhat of a challenge changing into Anna - or, myself I guess.

When I entered Lucille, one of the owners, greeted me as she would a stranger. For a second forgot I was Hans and almost gave her my customary wave but stopped myself right in time.

I cleared my throat. "Uhm… bathroom?" I asked even though I already knew where it was.

She pointed down the hallway at the back of the cafe. "Down that hall on the left."

"Thanks," I grunted, not meeting her gaze in case she recognized me.

I wondered briefly if it would be more weird to see a boy go into the girl's room or a girl come out of the boy's room but I could feel Lucille's eyes on the back of my head so I pushed through the door to the boy's room.

It was mercifully empty so I wasted no time in claiming a stall for my changing room. Removing that horrible wig was the biggest relief - I'd even had to sleep in it in case Kristoff woke up before me.

My phone buzzed from the depths of my "Hans" jeans, which were hanging over the door to the stall. I extracted it painfully slowly from the depths of all of the clothes I had accumulated. My Mom had texted letting me know that she was here and had secured us a table.

I rushed to get dressed, knowing that if Mom had just arrived then Lucille would be sufficiently distracted while they caught up.

I threw all of the boy clothes into my backpack, now comfortably clad in leggings (oh how I missed them - jeans were a sin of nature) and a plaid button-up.

Lucille and mom looked up when they heard me approaching the table.

"Honey, you didn't tell me you were already here!" my mom exclaimed loudly and with a touch of bitterness.

"I didn't see you come in, either. How sneaky," Lucille said as I hugged her.

"Maybe you just weren't paying attention," I said in an unnaturally high voice to make sure it contrasted with the "Hans" one she just heard.

"Did you see a boy about your age leave from the men's room while you were over there?" Lucille continued after I sat down.

"Why?" I asked, trying to feign curiosity while at the same time seizing in fear that she suspected something.

"I just wanted to make sure he wasn't going to steal something or hotbox my restroom."

"Actually," I said, hiding behind a menu. "I did see someone leave. He probably just needed to pee."

"Anna," my mother scolded, throwing out her hand to push the menu I held down to the table. A jolt ran through me; it was the first time in a week someone had called me Anna and it startled me.

"What?" I said. "Pee is not a bad word, mother."

"We're in public, honey."

Lucille chuckled at our family antics and I rolled my eyes at her.

"I swear this woman would not let me speak without a script written by her if it was in her power," I told Lucille, snatching the menu from under my mother's fingers and handing it to the cafe owner. "I'll have the reuben, like usual."

Mom sighed and also handed over her menu. "And I'll have the Chef Salad, as always."

"You two are the easiest customers I have, you know that?" Lucille said, laughing heartily as she walked away. "I'll have some waters right out for you."

"Thanks!" I called to her retreating figure.

"Anna," my mother said again in that reprimanding tone.

"Mother," I said in the same tone.

"You haven't called or texted me all week. I'm surprised you're here at all."

I rolled my eyes again.

"And stop that, they'll get stuck like that," she snapped. Then she softened. "Have you had a good week at your dad's?"

"Yeah, same as always," I said, offering up no more explanation.

Lucille came by just then with some waters. She set them down unobtrusively as Mom continued the conversation.

"Do you know if Hans is coming?"

I had to consciously struggle to control my breathing. "No, I think he has some essay or something to write for that new school of his."

"That's disappointing." She took a sip of water. "I wanted to hear all about Milton. He won't answer my calls or texts either. What did I do to deserve such naughty children?"

I drank my water in a gulp, taking a big gasp once I had swallowed. "We're just busy Mom, don't take it personally."

"Speaking of busy, how is that Macbeth essay you said is due this week?"

My stomach lurched for a moment, thinking she had somehow found out about my secret double life but then I remembered I had a Macbeth essay for my old English teacher as well. Damn English teachers and their Shakespeare.

"I have a heading," I hedged truthfully.

She looked at me over her glasses with an expression that clearly said Anna in a disapproving tone.

"I have it under control," I said, taking another big glug of water since I didn't know what else to do.

Our food came and the rest of the lunch was pretty simple, I just had to smile and nod while she talked about the novels her book club was reading and the fun new songs her Zumba teacher had included in class this week.

The conversation topics stayed off of Hans and myself until the very end when she asked pointedly how much longer I planned on staying at Dad's while slipping cash into the booklet Lucille had left on the table.

"Oh, probably another week or so," I said vaguely.

"Does your brother have enough clothes? I went in to tidy up his room and noticed he didn't take much with him to Milton."

"Milton has a uniform, remember, Mom? Plus he's a boy, he can wear the same pair of jeans for two weeks and no one will notice unless he stains them."

"I need to text him not to do that…" she said, literally pulling out her phone.

I reached out to take the phone from her fingers. "No, no, no, let the boy make his own mistakes."

For the first time, she laughed at me but it was short-lived. "I've got to get to book club, but text me, okay? Email me your paper if you want me to proof-read it. I know how much trouble you have with writing."

"I'm sorry I'm not a prodigy like your son," I said, rising with her and watching as she gathered her purse.

"Sometimes people have to work harder to succeed than others. If you spent more time on schoolwork and less on sports…"

"For the last time, I'm not giving up soccer!"

"I'm just saying that it would help," she said, stony faced. Then she turned away and waved to where Lucille was steaming milk for a drink on the espresso maker.

"Have a good week, honey," mom said to me, giving me a half-hearted hug that I didn't return.

Fifteen minutes later I was perched at the edge of the fountain that marked the very heart of the mall, waiting for Olf and Punz to appear. They showed up together, emerging through the throng of Sunday afternoon shoppers. They were so happy to see me that I was almost tackled into the fountain to lie with the rest of the wish pennies.

Olaf immediately launched into a thousand questions.

"How did the first week go? Are you alive? You look alive. Has anyone suspected anything? Is it as hoity-toity as you thought? How attractive is your roommate on a scale of one to ten? Do you miss soccer? Do you miss us? Do you miss dresses? What's the school work like?"

Rapunzel placed a hand over his mouth and pulled him behind herself.

"Hi," she said to what I would guess was a very shocked expression of mine.

"Hi," I said, breaking through the shock and giggling.

"I think the most important question Olaf asked was: are you alive?"

"Barely!" I said, plopping back down on the edge of the fountain. My two besties hurriedly sat on either side of me.

"Barely alive is not dead, so kudos," said Punz, nodding approvingly. "The next important question is: has anyone suspected anything?"

"Just one person, my soccer coach."

The two gasped like they do when we all watch stupid soap operas together.

"And?" prompted Olaf, scooching so close to me in excitement that I could smell his shampoo.

"He's going to keep my secret. I'm going to try and help him win this big game on Friday to convince the Milton admins that co-ed sports teams can work."

"Look at you, changing the world," Punz said, impressed.

"Come watch the game?"

"Would't miss it for the world," grinned Punz.

"Okay, now you have to answer THE most important question," butted in Olaf.

"Which would be?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Is your roommate hot... or not?"

I rolled my eyes and Punz shrugged. "It's a fair question."

"Have you seen him naked?" Olaf interjected before I could even answer.

"One question at a time!" I said. "Yes, he's attractive, but he's not my type."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. We're just buds. Besides, he's hung up on this other girl."

"Kill her," Olaf said, as though that solved the problem.

"No, I don't want to, she's my friend. But it's more complicated than that. She likes Hans."

Both of their mouths hung wide open in surprise but neither made a sound. That's why it was weird when we all heard, "Who likes my boyfriend? I'll break the bitch's face."

I couldn't remember a time I was so relieved to be Anna.

Ingrid was storming from the crowds, shoving people out of the way to reach the three of us. We stood, readying ourselves for a confrontation.

"What are you talking about, Ingrid?" I said wearily.

"I need a name, now."

"Don't tell me you were eavesdropping," Punz said, sounding very much like a disappointed parent.

Ingrid had eyes only for me. "I knew something bad would happen if your brother went to that school."

"Why does it matter to you? He's not your boyfriend anymore," I said.

"Yes, he is! He never broke up with me."

"Well, he told me otherwise," I said, vividly remembering the night at the restaurant.

She was obviously thinking along the same lines. "If it's that blonde bitch I swear to god…"

"You'll do what?" Olad asked, crossing his arms and smirking.

"And it doesn't matter anyway," Rapunzel piped in. "He can do whatever he wants… he's single."

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" Ingrid said, balling her hands into fists.

"Goodbye, Ingrid," I said, linking arms with my besties and stalking away. I called back to her from over my shoulder. "Stay away from me and my brother!"

The three of us continued to move through the mall crowds like Dorothy and her companions.

"So, I'm guessing the 'blonde bitch' is the one who likes Hans?" Rapunzel said when we had gained some distance.

"Yep," I said. "And there's another complication about that, too…"

"What's more complicated than a girl falling for a guy who is actually his sister pretending to be him?"

"I think I like her back."

When I returned to my dorm that evening (after putting that atrocious wig back on, of course) I found Kristoff lounging in his desk chair and playing some kind of first-person shooter game.

"Hey," he said, not looking away from the screen.

"Hey," I said, dropping my backpack on my bed and proceeding to pop a squat on Kristoff's instead.

"How was lunch with your family?" he asked, still focused on the game.

"It was… fine," I said. "I'm exhausted."

No answer.

"Where did you stay last night?"

"I crashed with Sven. His roommate went home for the weekend so he had an empty bed."

"Wait," I said, trying to wrack my brain. "Who's Sven?"

"He's on the soccer team. Even if you've never met him I'm sure you'd know his face."

"Huh," I said, watching as Kristoff's player on the screen was gunned down without mercy. "Dammit," he muttered. He switched off the console without saving and swiveled in his desk chair to face me, wireless controller in hand.

"So," he said, his face deadly serious. "What did you and Elsa go off and do last night?"

The guilt came back full swing; I suddenly felt nauseous again.

"What do you mean?" I asked through the lump of anxiety in my throat. He saw. He totally saw.

"I saw you guys sneak off," he said; he sounded like he was trying not to be accusatory.

"Oh, well she saved me during the game so I thought I would return the favor. All we did was walk through the woods and then back to our rooms. I swear."

Only when I was finished did I realize I sounded so apologetic that it was pathetic. The guilt nausea was not going away.

"Okay, I believe you," he said. "I mean, it's like none of my business but I thought I would ask anyway. Like, you can date whoever you want."

I said nothing. He was struggling so hard to sound genuine. I didn't deserve him.

"Like, yeah. Date Elsa. Don't even worry about me. If that's what she's into, like, whatever makes her happy."

And then suddenly, I knew of a solution. It wasn't perfect and it had the potential to do more harm than good, but I only had one more week at the school and I had to do something.

"Yeah, about that…" I began, wondering if I was actually enough of an ass to even do it. "She actually told me something that changes everything. I don't think it's a secret, she never told me not to tell anyone, but you're my bro and I think you deserve to know."

Kristoff was leaning forward in his seat, eyes wide, like he half wanted to hear it and half wanted to cover his ears and run.

When I didn't continue, he rolled his chair forward slightly. "Yeah…?"

"She told me…" Shit. I was about to do it. "...that…" It's all or nothing, Anna! You've already spun a whole web of lies around you...

"She told me that she wasn't even into guys at all. She knew that you liked her but didn't know how to break it to you so she told me instead to, like, relieve some of the tension."

Kristoff sat for a moment, stumped.

"She's…. not into guys?"

I nodded.

"Wait, so you mean she's…?"

"A lesbian, yes."

There was a moment of stillness and then Kristoff whistled and laughed, collapsing back into his desk chair. "Dodged a bullet, huh?"

"You're taking this rather well."

"I mean, she's still gorgeous and that sucks for me but if it's never going to happen, at least now I know! It also explains why she was always so aloof," he said, musing deeply.

"Right, great," I said, turning away, head spinning. "Well, like I said, I'm exhausted and need to go to bed."

"Hey," Kristoff said, standing and clapping a heavy hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah?" I said, turning my head to make eye contact.

"Thanks for telling me. You're a really good guy."

"Yeah, no problem," I said as he sat back down and flicked the power button on the Playstation again.

I slumped down on my own bed and started to slowly unpack my backpack. I didn't get far before the straight girl I had just outed penetrated thoughts so thoroughly that I had to stop and collapse face-down on my bed. The guilt nausea churned in my gut.

What have I done?