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In the Dance Classroom.

Looking around, I held up a hand to get the attention of the handful of panting students as they slowly got back into position. "Okay, from the top. Let's mark it half time." I called out and then pressed play on the handy little remote I'd brought with me. "And again. Five, six, seven, eight." They spun in unison and tried to keep in step with one another. "Go one, two, four, six, eight." I continued walking back an forth in the front of the room, keeping an eye on each individual movement. "Sharper, two, three. Here it comes. Make sure we land-" at that, everyone all but collapsed on to the floor, making me groan impatiently.

"Okay, I've seen enough." I turned off the radio and clapped my hands in order to dismiss the class. "That wasn't as bad as yesterday, but, guys? We need to work on our laziness." Eyeing each puffing student, I crossed my arms infront of me. "If you want to make an impression on the school next week, you need to learn how to breath properly and I honestly don't want to be wasting my time if you all don't want to learn."

When they only nodded their agreement, I raised my hands, giving them the cue to get up off the floor. "Alright. Hit the showers and get focused." I commanded as they got up and didn't hesitate to give them a reassuring smile. "Please, tomorrow we are doing 540s."

"Later, Anna." Naveen gave me his bad boy grin on the way out and I had to return a slightly hypnotic one back to him before slapping myself mentally. Stupid boy. I knew my relationship wasn't in any danger whatsoever, but that guy could charm the pants off anyone! The fact that he could sing, had that accent, and that he was in the Glee Club, inadvertently made him way more handsome than Hans Marsden and I was more than willing to teach him to dance because he had real potential. (Regardless that he was as bad as Flynn Rider when it came to flirting.)

"Thank you for helping us out, Anna. I would have never thought to ask you if it hadn't been for our esteemed student council president." One of the team leaders came up to me and placed her hand on my shoulder.

"Tiana, right?" I asked, giving her a quick smile. "Don't mention it." I added after she nodded her affirmative.

"I think it's a good thing to venture out from being a stool choir and with your help, I'm sure we'll be as good as some of the other show choirs in no time." She continued as the rest of the students cleared out save for her co-captain, whose name I couldn't remember at the moment. And if I was correct, their club name was Panther's Rhapsody or something like that.

"Yeah. What was your competitions' names again?" I felt the need to ask since I would be helping them and it was just plain rude to not know anything about what they were trying to do.

"That would be Corona High's Legacy and Guardian Academy's Central Attraction." Tiana replied with a fire in her eyes. "We barely scraped by at sectionals with our mediocre a capella performance, but now I think we're ready to branch out and learn how to dance with music and whatnot so we don't blow regionals."

The grin I gave her that time was completely blank because she'd lost me way back there somewhere and I feared I wouldn't catch up any time soon. Wait. This is actually a thing? I found myself thinking before I knew it. Seriously, I had no idea about half of the clubs in this school besides the Drama Club, but that wasn't an excuse for me not to learn about a few more before I eventually graduated. Forget about joining any though. With my job and helping Elsa and the Glee Club out while I was at it, I just didn't have much time to get involved with more. Again, didn't know how Elsa, Olaf, or anyone else did it when it came to extracurricular activities.

"Well, I-I'll do what I can." I assured the two before grabbing the other guy's sleeve as they began to walk out too. "Wait, wait. What was your name again?"

"Aladdin." He answered.

"Aladdin," I repeated and then gestured to the pretty girl with mocha colored skin. "Tiana." Taking in their faces, I imprinted them into memory before letting them go. Of course they both smiled gratefully at me again and then left me to myself.

Instead of doing instant research about show choirs, I spun back around, turned the stereo back on and turned it up. I tightened my low ponytail and once I tossed the remote on to my bag, my hips already tried to pick up on the beat, making me take a deep, excited breath.

'It's too hard to sleep. I got the sheets on the floor. Nothing on me. And I can't take it no more. It's a hundred degrees. I got one foot out the door. Where are my keys? 'Cause I gotta leave.'

The rest of my body fell in sync and it all ranged from popping, to shuffling, and then to the moonwalk. All while I had the dopiest grin on my face.

'Girl, you're the one I want to want me. And if you want me, girl, you got me. There's nothing I, no, I wouldn't do, I wouldn't do just to get up next to you.'

Getting lost in the music was as easy as breathing for me and as I spun around in a pirouette, dropped to the floor and did the helicopter before shooting back up to do the body rock.

'You open the door. Wearing nothing but a smile, fell to the floor and you whisper in my ear, "Baby, I'm yours." Ooh, just the thought of you gets me so high, so high.'

Sliding back to the center of the room, my eyes suddenly beheld myself in the mirror and I didn't hesitate to focus on locking since it was what Tiana had suggested we learn. It was fun and easy in my opinion, but I hadn't introduced the Panthers to it just yet because they needed to learn Musicality. That just meant that they needed to learn how to dance to sounds in the music other than the beat, like the lyrics or the sound effect. They weren't total newbs so I predicted that they only needed to be taught the basics for a few more days until we got into the real stuff.

'Girl, you're the one I want to want me. And if you want me, girl, you got me. There's nothing I, no, I wouldn't do, I wouldn't do just to get up next to you.'

On the next sway, I had to let out a short laugh because I might have been having just a bit too much fun by myself, but I didn't care. It had been forever since I danced around like an idiot and after seeing the Glee Club stumble through their steps, I only felt the need to perfect my own moves so I could be as fresh as could be when the next class took place.

"You're going to break something if you keep going like that."

The song ended and I allowed a satisfied grin slip on to my face as I then glanced up to lock eyes with the girl who, it appeared, had been staring at me while she'd been nonchalantly standing in the doorway.

"And you're going to go blind if you keep staring at me like that." I replied smugly, enjoying the way she coughed and looked away with her face turning a very attractive shade of red at having been deliberately called out on it. "Well," Instead of letting her suffer more than she needed to, I wiped my brow of sweat and added. "I just might end up breaking something now that I know you're here."

Elsa awkwardly cleared her throat. "Anyway, w-what exactly were you doing just now?"

"I," I began, that time walking around so I could once again turn the stereo off and gather my belongings. "Was doing a thing called Locking."

"Oh, do elaborate." Elsa tried to sound as sarcastic as could be, but she was just too endearing for me to resist showing off my knowledge.

"It's a dance that is often regarded as being started by a man named Don Campbell, who was a 1970s pioneer of American street dance-" I was cut off when Elsa stepped infront of me and gingerly wrapped her hands in the collar of my shirt. Her gaze immediately dropped to my lips and lingered. She's staring. Not to mention that her hands were now fisted into my shirt. I- what? If there was something I was saying...I certainly didn't remember it now.

"Sei così carina." She whispered, closing some of the distance between us until I felt her moist, sweet-smelling breath on my face. It stirred something in me. It made my hands instinctively work their way around to her back and slide them upwards. As I did so, I boldly felt the slope of her spine, the slants of slender muscle, the dip of her tantalizing shoulder blades and once I reached the skin at the top of her back, I dropped them back down to her waist. I barely registered that she wasn't wearing her usual blazer, so her body warmth was just a little more hotter that time around. Hot.

I didn't particularly know what was actually going on, or how I was even able to do something like touch her like that without jumping back in embarrassment and spewing out apologies, but the look in her beautiful eyes had my more natural instincts seem to yield to passion. Wow. Those bright arctic blue eyes of Elsa Mariani were so focused, so full of thought, complexity and humble confidence that I could do was stare in awe. The feeling was so intense that my stomach dipped and I knew that if I didn't do something to distract myself from the mutual level of interest I could see in that gaze, I would definitely lose my nerve.

"Your eyes are enchanting." I gulped audibly and couldn't help glancing down to her full, inviting lips. When that tongue of hers presented itself to moisten her lips further, I took the liberty to pull her closer until there was almost no room between us. These curves. I fought the curious urge to press my fingers into the flesh that was hidden under her skirt and instead focused on searching through my brain. I tried to remember what it was that I was researching the night before because I'd been inspired by watching a movie called Paris, je t'aime. "I-I think it went something like: mi ero perso nei toui occhi?" Came my, most likely, butchered words as I accompanied her through a music-less sway. Wait. Did I even mention why I tried to say that? I didn't know, but it still managed to make her normally stunning cerulean eyes turn a sultry shade darker as she let a slow deliberate breath leave her nostrils.

"Sei la donna più bella." Elsa brushed the tip of my nose with hers. She smelled so good.

So sexy. "Kiss me." I whispered, surprising even myself by the request.

And she did. Delicious pink lips met mine, causing my heart to skip so powerfully that it knocked the breath out of me. I instantly parted my lips as if to recover my lost air, but it only exceeded in deepening the kiss and sweet Freyja I would take that over a measly breath of air any day. With a soft growl and hardly any thought, I pressed my hands harder into Elsa's back to draw her closer until I could smell more of her intoxicating scent and then I felt her arms slide more securely around my neck in reception. I got swept up in it. I was lost in the curve of her amazing hips in my hands and the eager way her lips followed mine when they parted again invitingly.

Elsa was electric. I swear, every cell in my body was exploding with excitement and there was a fleeting, frightening thought that this was only a dream, because we hadn't kissed like this before. So openly, so deeply, and with such undeniable tension. It was almost enough to make me keep at it until...until I- we- what? What did I want to do?

"Hey, Han Solo, where are you going? I think they might be down this way."

"There you two- holy crap!"

Elsa and I froze at the familiar voices, but just as we pulled away from one another, I only saw a flash of pale blond. Kida was too busy sucker-punching Kristoff's gut and shoving Hans back out of the door after they were already gaping at us. My jaw dropped in surprise too.

"Hello, Prom Queen! Rough night?" Olaf appeared from the other side of the door and he knelt beside the poor guy to help him get back on his feet. "Anna and Elsa do have phones, you know." He chided, ignoring the heavy complaints from Kristoff. "You should know better than to go looking for trouble. Especially when Anna told us she'd be trying out some new choreography moves to teach the Glee Club for the assembly next week."

"Will you shut up?" Kristoff grunted before stalking off and muttering about Kida's stupid powerful punches while he rubbed at his stomach. I actually think I agreed to help them out with more than the assembly. I just needed to remember to tell them all about it later.

"Hi, girls. Sorry about that." Olaf giggled. "I tried to stop them from looking for you two."

"Hi, Olaf." Elsa and I replied together. I cleared my throat awkwardly and pushed my hair behind my hot ears.

"D-don't worry about it." I waved him off with a semi-steady voice. "We're done now, anyway." I added and then dropped my head into my hands after realizing the odd way I'd implied that. "Wait- I-I meant we were just finishing-"

Olaf suddenly chortled, making me leave one hand covering my eyes while the other shot up so I could count down from five. What the heck am I saying?! Elsa's hand discretely pinched my side as she ended up speaking first.

"Who was Hans looking for?" She asked.

"You, I think." Olaf said before turning the lights out for us. "He just showed up and asked if we knew where you two were. Naturally, Kida and Kristoff set to it without consent from anyone and they all paid for it."

"You're such a suck-up, O." I chuckled, finally having gotten some sense of control again.

"Hey, I'd rather stay in your good graces." He retorted.

"Okay. But how could someone really stay mad at that face?" I drawled and wrapped my arm around his neck so I could mess his hair up with my free hand. Letting him go, I put my jacket back on and chose not to change from my gym shorts to my jeans until later since Olaf was still there.

"Are the mirrors distracting when you guys are dancing in here?" Olaf suddenly asked as we started to migrate toward the exit.

"No." I stopped and motioned to my reflection, watching as she waved back at me. "This mirror is set up so as to approximate where the audience will be seated during a performance." I did another pirouette and then grinned at myself when I stopped. "In the mirror, so to say, dancers see themselves as the audience will see them and in turn it is an important tool for technique training."

"Sweet." Olaf commented after copying my last move. "You know, I should try running my lines infront of a big mirror like this."

"Oh, so you can psych yourself out?" I playfully pushed him out into the hall. "No way. I think you're much better off practicing with Kida."

"You're right. How foolish of me." He chuckled and then bounded along ahead of us.

Elsa and I watched him for half a second before looking back at one another. "He's totally going to use a mirror now." We stated together and then laughed as we continued after him. Our shoulders brushed with every other step and there was a brief pause until Elsa slid her hand into mine, making my breath hitch slightly. Mainly because once she had my hand, she scooted into my side and placed her free hand on my forearm.

"So how was it?" She asked in that soft accent of hers.

"It was good. Sort of." I cleared my throat, trying not to think about how close we were. But Elsa was practically hugging the length of my arm and I couldn't help but think of it as a subtle kind of cuddling. Whatever it was, it was driving my already fluttering stomach crazy and I couldn't stop the idiotic grin on my face even if I tried. Did she just cop a feel of my arm?

"Sort of, huh? You're being nice."

I rolled my eyes and squeezed her hand. "Fine. They're lazy." I admitted as we turned toward the boardroom. "Lazy, yes, but that doesn't mean that I can't whip them into shape with Tiana and Aladdin's help."

"I like your confidence." Elsa giggled before releasing my hand so she could put her blazer back on and gather the rest of her partly packed bag.

"I'm aware." I smirked at her while placing my own bag on the first chair. While she finished up, I took that opportunity to dash to the restroom so I could change into my jeans, lest I leave the school looking like I had a sleepover. Plus it was cold outside and I didn't know when the next time would be that I got to change.

As I walked out of the restroom, I pulled at the hair tie on my hair and shook it out before retying it to a higher point. My mind instantly went back to locking and before I could get lost in my though, I heard a sharp wolf whistle come from somewhere down the hall. I knew the difference between a friend's whistle and someone else's and in that moment, I let a soft growl of annoyance leave my mouth.

"I've never seen you in civilian clothes." Hans said as he caught up to me.

"What do you want, Hans?" I asked, not bothering to slow down until I got back to Elsa.

"I come in peace." He put his hands up in surrender. "I actually need to have a few words with Elsa about the carnival."

That made me stop. "What about the carnival?"

"We might have to cancel it." He stated gravely before walking ahead of me.

At the Mariani Loft.

"Panda, where are you?" My dad's voice inquired from the other line. I was too busy trying to figure out how much coffee grind went into six cups of coffee.

"Um, at Elsa's? She needed some help with some school affairs. Hey, when you're making coffee, how much grind do you put in the filter?"

"How much cups are you making?" He ended up changing topics for the moment.

"Six." I had to double check.

"Then you're going to put four teaspoons of grind in."

I frowned. "How do you figure that?"

"Trust me, Panda. I've been drinking the stuff longer than you have."

"True." I nodded to no one in particular before measuring a perfect flat line.

"Uh, Panda? They're supposed to be 'heaping' spoonfuls, so don't feel the need to be a perfectionist about the grind."

"I-I know." I dumped the grind back in and then brought back out a fair amount. "Don't act like you know me." I joked.

"Young woman, I spent the first two years of your life changing your diapers. Don't think I don't know you." He chortled, making my face heat up in embarrassment.

"D-dad!" I groaned. Luckily, I'd already put the next three scoops in. Otherwise I was sure that the pristine marble counter would be covered in coffee grind.

"Heh. Anyway, sweetheart. I was calling to tell you that I have training for the next couple of days, remember?"

"And we said that I'd be staying with Oaken during that time." I replied, going back to the living room where Elsa was seated infront of the coffee table with paperwork scattered all over the top. "Or I could stay by myself?" I suggested, taking a seat next to the pretty girl who glance curiously at me for a moment until I shrugged a single shoulder to let her know she could continue working if she wanted.

"I do trust you to keep the house company, but I'd feel better if you weren't there by yourself. At night."

"Dad, it's fine. I'm a big girl." I chuckled. "But don't be surprised if you hear that Oaken is staying at our place." Before he could reply, I added, "Because I would rather him stay at our place than his sorry-looking apartment. And our house is closer to the school."

"Be nice about his apartment, you."

"Sorry." I muttered, splaying my legs out and smoothly slipped one under Elsa's. The gesture made her sigh and instead of continuing to hunch over the coffee table, she leaned back so she could place her temple on my shoulder.

"Well, just let me know when you're thinking about heading out because I'm ready to leave now."

"Actually," I straightened up a bit as an idea presented itself in my mind. Elsa almost moved away, but I silently apologized by wrapping my arm around her shoulder to keep her right where she was. "Do you think you can drop my duffle off at Elsa's place? I can ask Ms. Mariani if she can drop me off at Oaken's for tonight."

"Or you can just stay here!"

Elsa and I jolted upright to see said woman stepping off the elevator with a few bags of groceries in her arms. Elsa immediately got up to help her. "Di cosa parli, Mami?"

"What do you mean, piccola? I trust you two. Surprisingly enough." Letizia teasingly winked at me on her way to the kitchen. I felt the heat collect on my face faster than a race car on the track. Wait, what?

"M-Mami!" Elsa hissed before giving me an apologetic smile. I tried to return it with my own shaky smile and instead, turned my attention back to what my dad was saying.

"So you're having some other woman make decisions for you, huh? I know how this relationship is going to go."

I face-palmed. "Dad! That was Elsa's mom." It was my turn to hiss.

"Oh." He chuckled. "That's still not a good sign."

"Ha-ha. We're all positively busting a gut, Gabriel Iglesias." I stated sarcastically, yet I couldn't wipe the grin off my face.

"I'm joking, Panda. But I suppose I could do that. Again, just let me know what your plans are."

"So, you're saying I can stay here?" I asked jokingly, making Elsa snap her head back in my direction and Letizia's brow to raise in question. I smirked at them.

"...You're the big girl." He actually sounded a little nervous about that.

"Dad. I'm kidding." I chuckled, leaning back on the couch and placing my arm on the cushion behind me. "But I still think it's a good idea to have you drop my bag off first. I'll send you the address- if that's okay?" I glanced over at Letizia who was pouring a cup of coffee.

"Non mi dispiace." She shrugged with that mischievous smile on her ruby lips. Elsa shook her head and then mouthed to me that it was alright for me to do so.

"Yeah. I'll do that." I cleared my throat again and then stood to my feet

"Okay. I'll see you ladies in a few then."

Later.

"A tavola non si invecchia." Letizia stated as she put the finishing cutting up half a watermelon.

"What are you talking about, Mami? All you did was use the panini press." Elsa sent a smile my way. I grinned back and lifted my glass of water to my lips. On the floor, her foot slid forward until it touched mine.

"I don't know, they were awesome either way." I commented. "A-and I'm sorry for crashing your dinner. I didn't plan on staying here that long, but my dad-"

"Oh, stop it, tesoro." Letizia waved me off after placing the plate of diced watermelon on the table infront of us. "If I didn't want you to stay, I would have taken you home myself."

"Don't mind her." Elsa muttered to me, but I was too busy laughing at her. Of course, there were times when I wasn't entirely sure if Letizia was serious or not. Which was probably a good thing that Elsa was usually with me, otherwise I would have definitely ran away at the first sign of doubt. Then again, I'm sure she's making sure I DON'T do that. I thought next just as my phone rang.

"Hey, I'm here. Sorry, Panda, the GPS broke and I had to buy a new one." My dad's voice sounded a bit rushed and I stood up from the table.

"And you couldn't use your phone?" I asked jokingly, not noticing that Letizia was right behind me until I stepped into the elevator. "Kidding, dad. I'll be right down." Once I did realize that she was right beside me, I shot my wide eyes back to an already shrugging Elsa that looked just as surprised as me. As we descended, I licked my suddenly dry lips and then glanced up at the taller woman. "S-so, would it be too much to ask you to drop me off in Fairbanks?"

"Fairbanks?" Letizia's eyes widened. "Is that where you live?"

"No, I- my dad's heading up to Federal Heights for training for the few days." I slid my hands into my pockets. "I actually live about ten minutes from the school in Netherwoods."

"I see." She nodded in understanding. "And you couldn't stay with your mother while he's away?"

Her question was innocent enough, but I still felt the jab to my gut. I was sure that if Elsa was there, she would have started up a new argument with her in Italian. "Uh-" I coughed and looked down to my shoes as they drew imaginary lines on the floor. "She's not- I mean-" How was I supposed to say it without making her uncomfortable? "It's just me and my dad now." I settled for.

"I'm sorry, tesoro." Letizia seemed to get it and I felt my muscles stiffen instinctively when I felt her arms slip around my shoulders. I could smell the floral scent of her shampoo and just the overall warmth and comfort that any loving mother had. The touch was almost alien to me. I gulped thickly, trying to put a lid on my conflicting emotions before they boiled over and reached up to awkwardly pat her shoulder.

When the elevator doors opened, I tried not to rush out of there and instead, chuckled just as awkwardly while stepping away. "I-it's fine. We're fine." I blurted over my shoulder before continuing to the front desk where my dad was talking to the doorman. "Hey." I sidled up next to him with a shaky grin on my lips.

Thankfully he didn't notice my dash of unease. "There, see? This is my daughter." He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and then directed an earnest smile at me. "Mr. Brennan here didn't believe me when I said you were on your way down."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, dad. You sort of look a little homeless." I reached up to run a hand through his unruly light brown hair and then deliberately rubbed my palm over the growing scruff along his jaw line. "Please tell me you're going to get a haircut while you're over there. The scruff is okay because it make you look more handsome, but this hair..." I drawled, pulling on the tip of one tuft that was sticking out. "It's starting to look better than mine."

"I beg to differ, Panda." He smiled wider at me before placing a kiss on my forehead. "You're hair is as radiant and beautiful as ever." As if to prove his point, he pressed another kiss to the top of my head, ruffling my hair right after and then he handed me my bag. "Sure I can't drop you off at Oaken's? I don't want to trouble either Elsa or Ms. Mariani by having them drive way out there."

"Well, I-" I was seriously thinking about it too.

"I can assure you, it's nothing at all." A smooth, lightly accented voice said from behind me. My dad looked up and I turned around to see a dazzling smile on Letizia's lips. Without a second to lose, she stopped beside me to hold a hand out to him. "I'm Elsa's mother, Letizia Mariani."

"Uh-" Was my dad's first answer as he took her proffered hand. I furrowed my brow at him, but then had to bite my lip to keep from laughing when I saw the tips of his ears tint in a blush. Really, dad? Of all times to get shy. He was just talking to Mr. Brennen like they were old friends not two seconds ago! Using my duffle bag to cover for me, I discretely nudged his foot as if to start his brain back up. "Benjamin Crescent Jr." He answered mechanically, making me inwardly face-palm for him.

Oh, dad. You're such a dork! I could now see where I got my awkwardness around Elsa. He gingerly took his hand back, having found some sort of sensibility once again. Hopefully.

"So...our daughters, huh?" He blurted unprofessionally. Nope. That time, I felt my face heat up and I didn't hesitate to clear my throat pointedly. You're blowing it, dude!

"Our daughters." Letizia agreed with a giggle. My dad forced out an embarrassed laugh and I wanted nothing more than to run outside screaming because I had to be the sole witness to all of this discomfiture. Thanks Brennan! Looking around, I spotted him lounging by the elevators like he knew where this conversation was going. "So, I understand that I'm to drop your daughter off in Fairbanks?" She asked, having gotten over her initial surprise too.

"Ah. I was actually going to ask you about that, Panda." My dad finally tore his gaze away so he could turn his attention to me. "Would it be better for me just to take you?"

"I was just thinking about that too." I nodded as I brought out my phone to peek at the time. "It's getting late and I figured you could just stay at Oaken's too so you don't have to drive all night." I finished distractedly because Elsa had sent me a few messages. All of which asked what the heck was going on. "Plus, I don't want to give Ms. Mariani here any more-"

"Anna, I already told you that I don't mind." She sent a friendly smile to me. "My only concern is that Fairbanks is on the other side of town and you have school tomorrow."

"Oh, no worries." I commented. "My dad and him were in the military and I highly doubt Oaken has gotten out of his morning routines. So it shouldn't be that hard to get me out of bed and to school."

"All the same, tesoro. I wouldn't mind putting her up for the night." Letizia spoke to me first and then to my dad candidly. "I meant what I said about trusting them." She smiled at him again and I knew he was in for it.

"Uh..." Was my dad's blank reply once again. "Panda?"

I face-palmed so hard. 'They are sooooo- wow, I can't even tell you how AWKWARD this is!' I sent the message to Elsa after there was another lull in their conversation. They actually spent the majority of that time looking at me expectantly since I seemed to be the only one who wasn't utterly tongue-tied at the moment.

'HELP ME, SNOW PAW! DX'