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The next day, between second and third period, Anna managed to find Elsa by the water fountain and pulled her off to one side. She just had to know what she thought of their little ‘blind date’ the evening before.

It was slightly less favourable than Anna had hoped for.

“It was a date?” Elsa hissed, looking around to make sure they were truly alone. “Tori, you already know…” The way she trailed off, there was no need to specify what she meant. It took Anna a moment to respond.

“Oh, well. You know. Hanging. Where- where I come from 'date’ doesn't necessarily mean romantic…” She almost winced at how terrible the lie was; Elsa’s eyes narrowed, scrutinising her, but she didn’t remark on it. Slowly, her anger dissipated.

“Look, Kristoff is very nice, and I really appreciate the gift he brought.” Here, she gave Anna a meaningful look, which Anna stoically ignored. “I’ll be honest, I wasn’t really expecting anything like, mega interesting. He’s kind of a dweeb.” She gave a smile, trying to take the sting out of her words. Perhaps it had something to do with the revelation the previous night, the fact that Anna was still on the slow march to fading away, just like her brother, but she couldn’t see the funny side.

“Elsa… I’m sorry to tell you this, but you fangirled with him for like an hour about sci-fi fanfiction. If he’s a dweeb, what does that make you?”

“Fan- whatever. Tori, I’m already called names, and I hate it. Do you know how much worse it’ll be if I’m seen hanging around him too much?” Her eyes were wide, and Anna had been about to judge her… when she came to a sudden and unwelcome realisation that this was high school in the 80s. Appearances were everything. But despite that, she couldn’t help the way her heart sunk. Sure, Kristoff wasn’t perfect, but he was kind. A trait that seemed to be in especially short supply.

“Wow. I just- wow, Elsa.” Shaking her head, she looked away. “I can’t believe that you’d throw away a good friend just because some other people suck. Yeah, sure, you’re called names. Names that, as far as any of the people here know, have zero truth. I thought you were better than them, but maybe you’re not. It shouldn’t even matter anyway!”

“Tori-” Elsa reached a hand out, an attempt at placating Anna, but she was too annoyed for it to have any effect.

“No!” she cried, jerking backwards further. “That- what you just said there, that’s a terrible thing to say. I think Kristoff is a great guy – he was scared because he thought you were way out of his league. I think he was wrong. I think he’s out of your league.”

And with that, she turned around and stormed off, angry tears brimming. How could Elsa think that? How could she let peer pressure stop her from acknowledging another human being?! Before she could get too far, she felt a hand tap her on the shoulder. Turning around, she tried to hide how upset she was, half-expecting it to be Elsa. But it wasn’t.

“Kristoff?”

“Hi.” It was a simple greeting, and he said it with a simple smile. She was also happy to see that he was wearing the shirt with the palm tree, and he looked freshly scrubbed, hair slicked back again. It was less shiny than she’d come to expect, and it really did wonders for his appearance.

“O-oh. Hey.”

“Just wanted to thank you for yesterday… you know, introducing us. I didn’t think… well, actually having a chance to talk to her, and it going that well! It was like some kind of weird fever dream.” He gave her a look, and he could probably tell that she’d been upset about something, but he chose not to comment.

It gave her a chance to pull together a small smile, anyway. “Hey, no big.” When he squinted, she added, “Deal. No big deal.”

“Good. Um… so, did she say anything about me? Probably not.”

“Now, now, don’t go back down the negativity slide into the ballpit of sadness.” Sighing, she glanced over in the direction she had left her mother-slash-friend. “Well… she did say that you’re nice, and interesting.” She had, technically, even if all of that was wrapped around some disappointing superficiality.

“No WAY.” Sputtering with slight disbelief, he glanced back toward where Elsa was talking to her friends. Anna thought she looked a little less chipper than she had before they spoke, but she decided not to focus on that for now. “That's… wow, I can’t thank you enough! Could never have done any of this without your help.”

“You don’t have to. I mean, paying me back that forty bucks would be great, but it’s seriously no trouble.”

Smiling, he hesitated, then offered his hand to shake. “Thanks, um… what was your name again?”

“Anna McF-” At the last second, she managed to cut herself off. She really needed to get a better jump on stuff like this! “Tori. Um… Tori Spelling.”

What a dumb pseudonym to pick; it was the first surname that came to mind. Lucky for her, nobody would know who the hell that was for another five-plus years.

“Tori. Well, I gotta get to the library before class, so I'll… see you around?” Giving a small smile, he turned around, offering a wave over his shoulder.

Once she was alone, Elsa began to break off from her clique and head her way. Anna wanted to bolt, but she also didn’t want to be petty; in the long run, this wasn’t that big of a deal. Just disappointing. And Elsa was fully aware of that, it seemed. She approached slowly, a contrite look on her face. Good. Hopefully she knew why what she’d said had been so bad.

“Tori, can we talk, please?” Elsa asked. Anna looked at her for a moment. She really did look sorry, so letting out a sigh, she nodded.

“Sure. What’s up?”

Glancing away, Elsa ran a hand through her hair. “I’m sorry. I know Kristoff is your friend and I shouldn’t have put him down.”

“No, you shouldn’t have.” Anna’s words were sharp, and Elsa visibly winced. Grimacing to herself, Anna continued, “But thank you for apologising.”

At last, Elsa smiled. The wounded-puppy look lessened, and her eye shone. A look came across her face, and she glanced away again, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “Did- did you mean what you said? That he thinks I’m out of his league?”

At that, Anna gave a small snort, anger dissipating. “Have you ever looked in the mirror? He’s got eyes, you know.” Elsa’s cheeks filled with colour at the compliment, her mouth drawing into a small 'o’. “But I also meant what I said. If- if you hadn’t come and apologised, if you hadn’t realised how terrible a thing you said was… he would be out of your league. Because he’s nice, and he deserves nice people.”

Elsa nodded soberly. “I understand. Maybe I was wrong about him. He was polite and friendly yesterday, and he certainly looked good. Honestly, I thought he was kinda dweeby, but I guess I just…” she trailed off.

“Just what?” Anna wasn’t going to let her get away with not talking – especially if she was going to say something nice about Kristoff.

“I guess I judged him before I knew him. Which… is what everyone does about me, so that’s pretty unfair coming from me especially. Don’t know why I did it.”

“I think you should tell him that,” Anna said. “You nerded out hardcore yesterday, and I mean, more friends is always great.” Not to mention the fact that Elsa’s friends didn’t seem like the “BFF” kind of girls; despite Elsa being the leader of their little clique, she didn’t seem particularly close with either of them.

For a moment, her mother simply nodded. Then she shook her head and smiled. “I 'nerded out hardcore,’ huh? Geez, you have such a mondo bizarro way of talking sometimes.”

“I know, I’m pretty extra.”

“Extra what?”

“Extra weird,” she sighed, knowing she had done it again and finding it hard to care.

“Oh.” Clearing her throat, she then went on, “So listen… I’m kind of out of money, and I know this is a little early, but do you want to just grab a milkshake after school today? My treat, to make up for being a bitch just now.”

Anna pondered that. The more chances she had to hang out with her parents, the more likely she would be to positively influence the situation. “Kristoff, too?”

“Kristoff, too,” she relented. “And I promise I’ll ask Jazz and Ariel not to give him such a hard time.”

“Sweet. I mean, um, radical.”

Impulsively, Elsa leaned in to give her a brief squeeze, then skipped away down the hall to class, already close to late. Anna tried not to think about how much that scent penetrated her every time they hugged. Tried to push it out of her mind and only worry about her future. What they were going to do if she somehow failed to get them to like each other.

“I really don’t want to be in charge of all this,” she muttered to herself as she wandered off to the bathroom to hide during first period. “Can I call in sick?”

Fortunately for her, the day did get better. She didn’t see Hans at all, and for the second time in a row, no one seemed to realise that she didn’t belong. She actually fell asleep in the loo, and was a little late to lunch. Not expecting anything, she got a nice surprise when Elsa and Kristoff were already siting at the same table. They weren’t saying much – Kristoff probably too nervous, and Elsa, well… her reasons were anyone’s guess, but Anna had a feeling it had to do with their conversation earlier. Her friends were also there; did she not want to engage as much so they wouldn’t think she was a dweeb?

But still, she was trying. There was some idle chatter – mostly about classes and homework – but nothing of any substance. Well, that had to change.

Based on that, she actually took her time getting her food, hanging back and watching them. As Doc had mentioned, Kristoff needed to be the better option, and being more available was part of that, right? Elsa could get to know him better and see that they had things in common more if Anna weren’t there to distract her.

But damn, do I wish I wasn’t a distraction in the first place, she thought to herself as she finally did join them. Almost five minutes had been wasted as she let her food get cold, hanging back with her tray.

“Hey there, slowpoke,” Elsa tittered.

“I’m more of a Slowbro,” she joked – and almost facepalmed. “Not… that you’ll have any idea what I mean. Anyway, how’s everybody?”

“Gnarly,” Ariel sighed, examining her cuticles and trying to push them back slightly with the tines of her fork. Anna winced; that seemed unwise, and painful.

“I’d be doing better if he would notice me,” Jazz sighed as she looked over at another table, three away from theirs. A tall, dark-skinned boy was laughing and chatting with Hans and his crew; he didn’t seem to be part of that particular clique, but they were clearly all on some sports team or other together.

“Maybe you’re better off if he’s friends with that meathead,” Anna observed. But when Jazz frowned, she quickly added, “But what do I know? You aren’t always the company you keep.”

Ariel scoffed as she moved back to picking at her salad. “I agree with the new girl. Like, why hasn’t he made a move on Jazz? She’s cute, and has way more going for her than that big ox.”

“Nah, Al’s alright. Kind of cocky sometimes, but he’s not like Tannen or those other guys.” They all turned to Kristoff at once. He seemed not to realise for a second, and only after a moment did the three sets of eyes on him seem to make a difference. His head sank down between his shoulders, but Elsa nudged him with her elbow. “What?”

“Go on. What else do you know? Inside scoop from the boy’s bathrooms?”

“O-oh, well, I don’t really hear much,” he said, trying and failing to get out of the situation. “Unless they don’t know I’m there. But Al seems decent enough. He hasn’t gotten to Tori’s level of 'standing up for people'–” Here he shot Anna a smile and she forced one back. ’Don’t remind Elsa that I exist,' she thought furiously, ’don’t take the focus off yourself! "–but he doesn’t jump in with Hans’ bullying.“

"And Hans lets him get away with that?” Elsa asked, curious. Kristoff shrugged. “I thought it was Tannen’s Law around here.”

“Al’s the swiftest forward in the whole state,” he explained – even if Jazz and Ariel only exchanged shrugs at that information. “And Hans is only as popular as he is because the team does so well. He wouldn’t risk that by messing with Al too much.”

Jazz sighed, still looking over there. “Pity this isn’t a Sadie Hawkins,” she said. “At this rate, he’s never going to ask me…”

The entire table looked over to the other one, and sure enough, Al was watching Jazz. At least he looked interested. But then something clicked.

“Wait, there’s a dance coming up?” Anna asked. Everyone turned to look back at her. She felt very silly.

“Geez, what school have you been hanging around, Tori?” Elsa asked, mouth curled in a smile. “This Saturday is the Enchantment Under the Sea dance. It’s only, like, the biggest event of the year.”

Anna wasn’t quite sure that she believed that, but she let it go. “I mean, I knew there was a dance,” she fumbled – and technically it was true. “I just- I didn’t realise it was this weekend.”

“Well, welcome to the Eighties,” Ariel said with a little snort.

Anna barely heard her. The dance was this weekend. Kristoff had only a few more days to pluck up the courage to ask Elsa – Anna only had a few more days of meddling. Sure, she knew she was leaving soon – there was no getting around a one-off lightning strike – but she’d hoped for her parents to have more time together first. No wonder John was fading so fast; she was woefully behind schedule.

At least now she saw her plan of attack. If only she could figure out the details, all hope might not be lost.

~ o ~

That night, after a very casual “Sorry I have some chores to do” that excused her from joining them at the diner, Anna raced back to the house and enlisted Doc’s help in rigging up a costume and filming something on her phone – eating through her precious battery power, which she had realised was going to run out a long time before she made it back to 2015 and could find a micro USB cable. For some reason, Doc didn’t have a charger in the DeLorean. She’d be sure to yell at him about that… if she actually found him alive and well when she saw his future version again.

Then she snuck into Kristoff’s house, grateful for the first time in forever that he insisted on pointing it out to his kids every time they were in the neighbourhood. It was easy to locate his room, and she gently placed a hastily-folded cardboard contraption over his sleeping head, essentially suspending the phone right in front of his eyes. One spilled glass of water later, he was awake and upright. All he could see was darkness… and the image of Doc in a strange costume.

“Greetings, Earthling! This is Hoban Washburne, from planet Naboo! You have a very special mission!”

Luckily, he did make it to the end of the mission – and the accompanying threat – before he passed out. Satisfied, Anna slipped the makeshift device off and crept back out his window and away into the night.

Now she was leaning on the brick wall outside Lou’s, watching her dad jog up to her, all out of breath and frazzled. Lou’s was a little more crowded now than it would have been twenty-four hours ago; students were crammed into the corner with the arcade machines, purely because the actual arcade was in the mall, which was a lot further away from the square. Plus, it was probably even busier than Lou’s by that point.

The moment he noticed her, Kristoff made a beeline for her instead of the door. “Tori!” he hissed as soon as he got close. His eyes shifted left and right, and he got really close. Anna almost commented on his complete disregard for personal space, but decided against it. He looked pretty wigged out, and also… was that soap she could smell?

“Sup, dude?”

Blowing right past her greeting, he hissed, “Listen, you- we’re friends, right?” Anna nodded. “Okay, so that means if I say something crazy, you won’t laugh at me?” His big brown eyes were pleading, and he looked so confused. She hoped she didn’t mess him up for life…

Once more, she nodded. “'Course I won’t.” Despite the assurance, it still took him a few moments to gather himself. He kept glancing around, and wasn’t completely happy until he’d taken her arm and guided her further away from the general hub-bub of the café.

“Last night, I was sleeping, right? And then this cold feeling woke me up, a-and I couldn’t see anything at all. Like there was a box on my head? And it sounds crazy, but in the box there was a tiny screen. Like, just the right size to fill my whole vision! And there was a dude on the screen who told me I had to invite Elsa to the dance!”

Anna had to bite back a smile; not because she wanted to laugh at him, but because she had been afraid that her plan wouldn’t work, or that Kristoff would simply see through the ruse. She knew, of course, that technology of the future was different, but seeing how he reacted to it was interesting.

“Oh wow, that- that sounds pretty rad. Like there’s someone watching over you. Like a guardian angel!”

But Kristoff was shaking his head, not looking nearly as happy as she felt he should be. “Tori, I- Why would he do that? How did he know? Sure, I really like her. And maybe we’re friends now – at least she doesn’t hate me. But if I ask her to this dance and she says no, I’ll lose even that.”

“Hey, no, you can’t think that way. Don’t be a nice guy.”

“What? I shouldn’t be nice?”

Crap – 'Nice Guy’ didn’t mean the same thing in 1985 that she meant it to. “I mean, DO be a nice guy, but… like…” Sighing, she forced herself to start over. “This is just one dance. And she’s your friend! Start there. Don’t buy into all that hype that if she turns you down, you’re in the 'friendzone’, that’s not a real thing.”

“I’ve never even heard of that thing,” he mumbled, though he seemed to be too distracted by everything else she had said. “So you’re saying… it doesn’t matter if she says she doesn’t want to go with me… it just means that we’re still friends? And maybe she would wanna be more later, but don’t push it?”

“Exactly. Maybe she will, maybe she won’t. But like, being 'just friends’ with a girl who likes to talk about science fiction is better than not talking to her at all, right? Girls are people, too.”

That last phrase seemed to do it. He had already been listening intently, but that made sense to him. “You’re right. We’re all just carbon-based life forms.”

“Well… maybe don’t say that part to her,” Anna muttered. “Not very romantic.”

“Okay, okay. But what should I say, then? I… I have no idea how to approach a subject like this, I’ve never tried before!”

Anna knew what she would say. She’s probably say something stupid like, “date me,” and she knew that Elsa would maybe say yes because there was definitely interest from her already. But this wasn’t about her. Scrunching up her nose, she contemplated for a moment.

“Just… keep it casual. Go up and just tell her how you feel. If you’re not comfortable with the whole 'admit your undying love’, then don’t. But you care about her. And you wanna go to the dance with her. Don’t you?”

Kristoff gave a self-deprecating laugh. “Of course I do. She’s beautiful, and friendly, and smart, and I feel like I can actually talk to her. I know what everyone around school says about her, and I hate it because I know what they say about me, and it hurts.”

“O-oh?”

“Yeah. Geez, why do all the good people get it the worst?”

Anna almost couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Kristoff had never given any inclination that he knew much about the politics of the playground – aside from sneakily eavesdropping in the boy’s locker room. “You don't… care? About what they say about her?”

Finally, his smile turned outward. It was no longer deprecating; no, now it was full of something else. “I mean… calling people names is cruel, especially ones like that. But if she was, so what? Like you said, we’re all carbon-based li- I mean, people.”

Anna didn’t know what she’d been expecting, but it wasn’t that. Suddenly she didn’t feel so ashamed of having him as a father. “Kristoff,” Anna said, turning her face up at him. “Go get her. Just be this you and I think you’re gonna be okay.”

Shaking out his limbs, and then slicking his hair back fresh again, he headed inside. Anna snuck in behind him, trying to be unobtrusive as possible as she sat at the bar and nodded for a “Pepsi Free,” which seemed to be some weird 80s version of a Diet Pepsi that she’d never heard of in her entire life. She pulled a beanie hat out of her pocket and put it on so nobody would notice her red hair right away.

“Elsa?” Kristoff said as he made it to her table. It was just barely close enough that Anna could hear. “Heyyy… girl…”

Already, she wanted to facepalm. Elsa glanced at her friends, and then back at him. “Uh, hello, Kristoff. How’s it hanging?”

“Um, pretty good, pretty good.” He was nodding to himself. Anna could have groaned. “Listen… I wanted to… well, y'know…” He was choking. But Ariel coughing seemed to help him get restarted all on his own. “Just wanted to let you know that the past couple of days, hanging out? They’ve been great. Like, I don’t know, I always had this feeling we could be friends if I got past my, um… dorkiness.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Elsa said in that soothing, motherly tone that made Anna want to sob huge tears of regret. If only she would use that in her own time period! “You know, like… shit happens. Right?”

Scratching the back of his head with a little self-conscious chuckle, he was the picture of an awkward teenage boy. Anna couldn’t help smiling to herself. It was okay. Everything was okay. Her mother and father were teens and it was all going to be fine. “Right! Right, yeah, exactly. So anyway, I was wondering if maybe you-”

“HEY, MCFLY!”

Immediately, all the courage Kristoff had worked up dissipated. Anna turned her head, eyes squeezing shut. Of-fucking-course. The whole café went quiet, all eyes turning to the jerk in the jean jacket.

“I thought I told you to never come in here, McFly.” Glancing over her shoulder, Anna followed Hans as he moved through the small shop, stepping menacingly towards Kristoff. The space seemed packed, and yet there was more than enough room for people to get out of Hans’ way. “I guess you owe us. How much money you got-”

Hans never even got to finish his question. Just as he passed behind Anna’s chair, she stuck her heel out. He never stood a chance.

However, given his size and stupidity, Anna hadn’t expected him to recover so quickly, either. She’d hopped off her chair, hoping to make a quick escape, when he shot to his feet. She had stood in front of him before but- had he grown taller in the last day-or-so? That wasn’t fair! Damn her parents and their short genes!

One of his big meathooks curled into a fist, and Anna decided she didn’t want to find out whether or not Hans was okay hitting a woman. So she did the first thing she could think of. In hindsight, it was probably the silliest idea she had during this whole fucking adventure.

Pointing over his shoulder, she cried, “Ahh! What’s that?” When he twisted his head to look, almost as if someone else were doing it, suddenly she was socking him straight in the jaw. He went down like an incredibly dense sack of potatoes.

Then she ran for the door. A couple of his goons made a move to catch her, but all she had to do was scream “AAAAHHH!” and they all backed up as if burned. Sometimes being a girl had fringe benefits.

Of course, she had barely made it outside when she heard them coming after her. Hans probably didn’t care about hitting girls when no one was watching; he was just that kind of shitbag. So she kept running, toward the courthouse square and angling for a group of students who were all listening to thumping bass from the boombox that was hoisted onto one of their shoulders. It wasn’t the music they were carrying that she was particularly interested in, though.

“Hey!” she panted. “Can… can I borrow one of your skateboards?”

“Girl, do you even know who we are?” one of them asked.

“You’re the fucking King of Rock – I heard it from the radio just now, okay? But that asshole is gonna…” She couldn’t even finish, just turned to glance at where Hans was looking around wildly for her. “Please?!”

“Well…” One of them had barely raised their skateboard before Anna was ripping it out of his hands. “HEY!”

“I’ll bring it back!”

Then she was off like a shot. Maybe she wasn’t good at very many other things, but this was her domain. It was certainly not Hans’, and he knew it. They all clambered into his muscle car and began to give chase, probably breaking about fifty traffic laws in the process. But not only was Anna good at skateboarding, she also knew this town. Sure it had changed a little in the thirty-odd years, but she still knew which side streets went where, including which ones Hans would absolutely not be able to fit down in his souped-up overcompensation.

Unfortunately, so did he. He probably had lots of experience terrorising the neighborhood, which meant that every time Anna thought she’d given him the slip, he just ended up cutting her off again.

Goddammit. She could only hope that Kristoff had recovered his wits while she was keeping Hans occupied and gone on to ask Elsa out; that would at least make all this worthwhile.

Finally, she seemed to have lost him. It was a good ten minutes after she’d first burst through the café doors, and her sides were beginning to hurt from the exertion. Rolling towards the square, she checked behind her. No Hans. Bringing a hand up to wipe at her sweaty bangs, she let out a breath.

Of course, that was the moment that Hans’ car burst from another street, almost sideswiping her.

Snatching the back bumper of a passing Jeep, she managed to be pulled down the street at speed, preventing Hans from running her over – probably only because he didn’t want to get in trouble with the owner of the other vehicle. But he kept close behind, glaring, waiting for his opportunity. Alas for the bully, Anna saw her own before he did. At the end of the upcoming side street, she saw something that made her grin. All she had to do was keep going forward when the jeep inevitably turned…

So she did. She took off like a rocket, letting go at just the right moment so that she lost very little momentum as the car vanished from their lives, Hans gunning it to run her down.

And then she jumped backward, off the skateboard. If he’d been going any faster than 30mph, she probably would have been flattened, but she was scrawny and scrappy, and her reflexes were still pretty good. She managed to land ass-first on the hood of his convertible sports car, rolling over to grin and wave.

“You stupid SKANK!” he growled, teeth bared at her and looking more menacing than she’d ever seen. “I'll murder you for this!”

“C'mon, Hans!” she cried out, grinning. “You won’t have time to murder me! You’ll be too busy cleaning this car!”

She waited until he was blinking stupidly up at her before leaping to safety. She was just in time to roll through several bags of trash, coming to a stop fairly close to the skateboard she had borrowed. It wasn’t a graceful, cute landing, and she would have the smell of old banana peels on her clothes for hours… but it was nothing compared to the fate that awaited her opponent.

Manure. Thick, rich, grass-fed cow patties, all piled into the back of a truck that unfortunately had an open back gate. Hans and his cronies collided with the open vehicle, launching tender nuggets all over their faces and heads and down into the seats and floorboards. Not to mention the crumpled hood of the car, smoke already beginning to rise from it.

Chuckling to herself, Anna picked herself up out of the trash. Looking around for the group of kids so she could return the skateboard, she became aware of the crowd that had gathered. They were all either looking at her, murmuring to each other, or all-out laughing at Hans’ expense.

It didn’t matter. Carrying the board, she managed to locate the kid she had mostly-stolen it from. “Hey, thanks man,” she said. He took it, a dumbstruck look on his face.

“Where’d you learn to do that?” he asked. Anna shrugged.

“7 Eleven,” she said, as truthfully as she could. That parking lot was one of many places she had honed her boarding skills.

As she headed back toward Elsa and Kristoff, she couldn’t help but take another look at Hans, spitting manure out of his mouth and gagging. It was a memory she was going to savour. When he was being an a-hole to her dad and saying lewd shit about her mom, she’d remember this.

“Oh my GOD, Tori, you’re so… fucking… RAD!” Elsa managed to whisper when she arrived, hands over her mouth. She noticed Kristoff looking a little like a third wheel, hanging around, but she didn’t have much time to feel bad about it because blonde hair was suddenly filling her vision as arms came to wrap around her, Elsa hopping up and down on the balls of her feet.

“Hey, hey!” she laughed, hesitantly patting her on the back. But she had to get out of there. If she kept hanging around, she knew that Kristoff would never get a chance to finish his proposal that they attend the dance together. “No biggie. I just didn’t want him to beat me up. Um… a-anyway, I gotta go, see ya!”

She knew it was a less-than-elegant exit, but maybe this could be one of those “make yourself less appealing” moments Doc had told her about. Soon enough, she was running through the streets, wishing she still had the skateboard.