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At the Gym.

Smack!

The sound of leather smashing against leather sounded in one corner of the gym followed by a steady panting. No one came around so early on a Saturday and since the owner of Sly's Gym was one of my dad's old boxing buddies, the very sweet, Sylvester let me in without a question when I showed up at the crack of dawn.

Slap!

Skin against leather that time and a kick strong enough to make the heavy bag swing back on its short metal chain. I took a step back and continued to gasp in slight exertion before bouncing around on the balls of my feet. While I was at it, I tossed my head to the side so I could get a few strands of sweat-dampened hair out of my face.

"Come on." I rumbled, exhaling forcibly as I put my entire body into a massive elbow attack at the center of the bag and followed up with a left hook to a slightly higher point. I'd started out with a clear mind, going through the motions of warming up and whatnot, but as numerous bothersome thoughts kept creeping back in, I suddenly found myself glaring austerely at the heavy bag. "Stupid." I skipped back a few steps and connected again with a spin-kick. It was hard enough to make the fastening in the ceiling to groan in protest.

With a sudden malevolent grin, I landed two quick jabs before completing a 1-2-3 combo. "To say you fight like a girl would be a compliment!" Came my voice in a patronizing tone to myself. As I circled the bag like a predator, I didn't hear the door behind me open and did another vindictive spin-kick. On cue, Ariel Simmons' mocking face appeared in my vision. My nose flared irritably as I got back into a proper stance. I wasn't mad at Ariel directly, I just hated what she was doing. To Elsa. Fallon. And at how poorly I'd handled it all.

Smack!

I let my emotions run away from me and in turn caused my dad grief.

Wham!

It went down on my permanent records.

Sock!

I made a fool out of myself and apparently pushed my friends away to do it.

Bam! POW!

Ah. Them. My friends. Can't forget them. That time, a harsh exhale left me as I thought about the things my so-called friends told me all those days ago. 'How stupid can you be, Anna? There's no way you're getting out of this one. I thought you were quitting all that nonsense!' Kristoff. 'You're so selfish, Anna. Did you forget that I have a play coming up? It's important to me and I thought that mattered to you. Guess I was wrong.' Olaf. His scorning hurt me worse than Kristoff's. 'I don't see how everyone's problems should concern you anyway. They're all big girls and you don't gotta be the all mighty protector of each one.' Alice. 'I think if you were just honest with the rest of us, we could have done more to support you.' Kida.

My dad hadn't said anything after I'd told him the full truth of it involving Elsa. I even went as far as explaining everything about her to him. (Including our budding relationship.) Nevertheless, I could still see the sheer disappointment in his weary eyes at my irresponsibility. It had been one of those times that he didn't really know how to handle me, so he said nothing while I holed myself up in my room.

I hadn't thought about all of that until Elsa dropped me off a couple nights ago. It made my morning mood as sour as could be and I wasted no time in heading to the only place I knew I could punch something without getting in trouble for it.

Beads of sweat rolled into my eyes, making me wince at the prickling sensation and bring my arm up to wipe at my forehead. "I get it, okay?" I muttered angrily, baring my teeth as my eyes batted to get my vision back. "I'm a corrupt, egotistical, ungrateful friend and daughter. I'm an imprudent hand full." Came my vicious snarl in finality. My fists and feet met the bag with powerful hits and kicks a few more times until I heard a single voice that burst through my entirety.

"Anna."

My body froze on instinct, making me also snap out of the downward unending thoughts I'd been practically drowning in. I instantly began to try to calm my erratic breathing as the last bits of sneers and trash-talk from Ariel, disappointment from Kristoff, and utter hurt from Olaf and my dad, faded from my cloudy mind. Nice going, Stupid. She probably thinks you're a complete nut now. Without turning all the way around, I half glanced to the side and caught a quick glimpse of a familiar figure standing a few feet behind me. Great.

My gloved hands came up to steady the punching bag before I gingerly leaned my forehead against the cool surface, trying to get the bubbling anger inside of me under some degree of control once again. "How long have you been standing there?" I asked breathlessly, noting just how clear my echo was in the tiny open space. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that she'd heard more than I would have liked anyone to have heard.

Just great.

But, instead of answering me right away, I felt somewhat warm hands settle on my bare, glistening shoulders and remained quiet as she then pulled me over to the benches on the other side of the small gym. My shoulders slumped in defeat and I wordlessly plopped down and resorted to watching long, slender, gentle fingers began to untie the leather around my wrists. "I come here to work out since I figure no one really knows where this place is." The softly accented voice informed me, although without a single hint of reproach. "I didn't think I'd see you until later."

At the restrained flash of cerulean I got after she said that, I let myself finally let out a large sigh. "Sorry." I murmured, closing my eyes and thumping the back of my head against the wall behind me. "You weren't supposed to see...or hear any of that." The last thing I wanted to do was appear weak infront of her, regardless that it might have been an important step. I felt I wasn't quite ready to be comforted yet.

Having to be dependent on myself while my dad tried his best to put his heart back together after mom died, left me…scared. Vulnerable. I wasn't sure how to express my anger and hurt since I never wanted to talk about it with anyone. Even if they gently probed, I just didn't want it and now?

"Gattina-"

Elsa Mariani had seen me exposed up close and personal.

"I-I had to take it out on something." I concluded while keeping my eyes away from the gorgeous girl. There was no way I was going to cry. Not infront of her. No matter how sweet she was going to be about the whole thing.

"I understand." Elsa answered softly, completely taking me by surprise.

My eyes popped open to see that she had finished untying one glove and then shifted her attention to my other hand. The earnest and tender way in which she said it made me believe that she wasn't just spouting nonsense. No. Bringing my eyes back to her concentrated gaze, I couldn't help but give her a weak smile when she looked up and smiled familiarly at me. She did understand. And she wasn't going to coax me into talking about it unless I wanted to.

Ugh, why is she so perfect?

I patiently waited until my other hand was free before I slid off the bench to kneel infront of her. Elsa backed up and eventually sat down to make some room between us while I lightly grasped onto her slim, cloth-covered hips and then leaned in to softly place my forehead against her stomach. I was able to catch her short intake of breath, but in the next minute, my legs flattened out until I was lying in her lap and my eyes once again fell shut as I felt my ponytail being loosened. Elsa's fingers purposefully raked through my hair and it calmed the raging emotions in me like nothing else had ever done before.

"Thank you, Snow Paw." I murmured gratefully. No tears fell or even stung at my eyes, but I finally allowed myself to accept that she was here and that she saw me. It wasn't like I hadn't seen her break before anyway. (Even if our reasons for doing so were completely different.)

There was a soft sigh before Elsa's hand gave the base of my neck a gentle scratch. "Anytime, Gattina."

Another small smile spread across my lips as I wordlessly linked my fingers behind her so that she was loosely trapped in my arms.

We stayed like that for a few more blissful moments until I suddenly lifted myself and pulled away with my face as red as a fire engine. W-what am I doing?! She just shows up out of nowhere and here I am spilling all my sweat on her! "U-uh- I'm- that doesn't-" I tried to apologize, but was cut off by a lone finger to my sputtering mouth. That finger was immediately replaced with full pink lips, making my eyes widen in surprise before leaning back to question her silently since my brain refused to come up with anything else at the moment.

"Hush, Anna." Elsa whispered, pushing my hair behind my ear while making sure I kept my eyes on hers. "This is a side of you I haven't seen before and it's nothing you should be ashamed of. Not with me." She smiled at me once more and then reached up to purposefully squeeze my cheek like a toddler's. "You're always this indestructible, confident, sweet and amazing girl who can take a ton of hits from whomever and then give them right back." Her lips touched mine then. "Sei il mio eroe." The words were whispered into my mouth as her soft hands came up to cup my face.

I didn't know what that last part meant, but I didn't couldn't care less. At the moment. Right then, my hands were too busy burying themselves in her crazy soft hair at the same time I met her satiny lips. The contact deepened almost immediately and at the constant approval of Elsa's lips moving against mine, made an electrical charge shoot through my body, which resulted in a slow exhale. Not two seconds later did I feel the same warmth hit me and I instantly smiled at the sensation. Elsa Mariani always managed to drive me crazy. This time was no exception.

Afterwards.

"We were there for an hour and a half and you spent the entire time running. Is that all you do when you go to the gym?" I finally got to ask after we crossed the street get to her shiny beetle. Although, the numerous hypnotic images of her doing just that were so fresh in my mind that I feared I would stumble over my own two feet any second now. Or faint. Because she had worked herself into a sweat with those eyes so focused, her platinum blonde hair swaying from side-to-side, the way her whole body turned into a machine after twenty full minutes walking, power-walking and eventually running. Those shorts. Legs. That black tank top.

Mercy. I had to stop thinking about it. I just had to.

Elsa, on the other hand, only smirked to herself as she opened the passenger door so she could clear off the seat for me. "You're the show-off, remember?" She winked at me when she passed by to put her gym bag, laptop, and a few folders into the trunk of her beetle. I rolled my eyes with a smirk and followed her so I could put my bag there too.

"Yeah, I know." I stated arrogantly and then snickered, when she teasingly threatened to smack me. Taking an exaggerated step back, I began to drawl, "Well, I guess that's none of my business, huh? Wouldn't want to know just how you keep that magnific-" My eyes widened at what had almost made it's way out of my mouth and I covered it by clearing my throat loudly. "A-anyway." I chuckled, handing her my bag. Good thing it's cold out here. I can blame this stupid blush on the temperature! And there was a deep flush to my cheeks, I could tell by my reflection in the windows.

"I do the same things you do, Gattina. No big deal." Elsa granted me some sort of relief with a suddenly shy smile before turning her attention back to organizing her trunk. At that bit of information, I had to raise a curious brow at her. The same things? When she didn't elaborate, I kept quiet on purpose and let a smug grin slip into place on my lips. Blue eyes glanced back at me for an instant before she looked away while her pretty face began to adopt a slight flush. Just the reaction I wanted. "What?" She closed the trunk. I said nothing, but stepped closer with the same look on my face. "What?" Elsa's face began to tint even more since I wasn't backing down.

"You were watching me?" I finally asked.

Her hands came up to cover her eyes and a light giggle escaped her lips. "What? I'm not allowed to look?"

Now it was my turn to look away in embarrassment as a bigger blush spread across my face, wiping the smirk off my face while it was at it. Sweet Freyja, this girl! "I...I-I guess that's...that's fine." I somehow managed, pushing a hand through my still damp hair.

Sly's Gym was too small to have any sort of public shower, so Elsa and I agreed that once we were finished we would get something to eat and then wash up at my place. My place since she had yet to see it and my dad wasn't going to be there since he and Oaken went fishing earlier that morning.

"You're funny." Elsa giggled fondly and then stepped infront of me. "As if you weren't watching me."

Again, those various images filtered into my mind. "Well, that's because you're so...so-" I vaguely gestured to her entirety. "You know."

"So?" She prodded playfully, eyebrow raising along her forehead.

"Uhh-" I couldn't say it. No way. "L-let's go get something to eat, hm?" So, she was watching me do squats...bench presses...and dead lifts? After that, I simply messed around on the elliptical until she finally decided to stop running.

I only hoped I looked at least looked a little cool doing them and not like I was severely out of shape.

The Breakfast Place.

"Wait. Wait. What on earth is that?" Elsa questioned and stared with wide blue eyes at what I had just ordered us. "Weren't- didn't we just work out?" She managed to stammer her utter disbelief while I hummed quietly to myself, oblivious to the world around me.

"Yeah?" I was too busy putting lids on our large cups of orange juice to see her cringing. "Trust me, you haven't lived until you've had a waffle taco." I wasn't sure how much she ate considering she only had two slices of pizza the other night, but to be safe, I ordered eight. I planned on eating more than three.

"Anna-"

That time I turned to see her giving me such a skeptical look that I had to chuckle at her. Before she could get after me for my awesome taste in post-workout breakfasts, I held a hand up professionally. "Exercise elevates levels of the fat-burning hormone adrenalin."

"Oh, really?" Elsa asked, crossing her arms with a frown.

So I continued. "Yes. When you work out after eating, the insulin your body releases to help you digest the food. Result: You burn less fat." I finished in a snobbish voice, quite pleased with myself at that. "Again, trust me: I'm a practicing health-nutrition doctor."

"You are such a dork!" Elsa couldn't stop the laugh from erupting as her frown instantly broke and she face palmed. I let my own stupid grin capture my lips while taking her hand, (and our food) and lead us out so we could get to my place before I got the chance to eat everything without her.

In the Bug.

"Penelope."

"Pikachu."

"Blue."

"Buggy."

"Samantha."

"Smurf."

Blue eyes suddenly glared at me. "My car would not liked to be called 'Smurf' thank you very much."

"Smurfette?" I prodded. Seriously, the chick has blonde hair and blue eyes. With a mischievous grin, I placed my hand on top of hers to discretely get a feel of how it was to shift when we moved forward or stopped. Holding her hand was just a very welcomed bonus.

"Smurfette?" She asked, switching our hands so that hers was on top. When the time came, I stuck my tongue out and shifted before she even had the chance to push the clutch correctly. The car immediately emitted an ugly grinding sound in which Elsa felt compelled to pinch my hand for.

"Ow!" I yelped. "Don't go blaming me when you weren't fast enough."

"You were supposed to wait until I squeezed your hand."

"Now you tell me." I smiled sweetly at her and it earned me another pinch. "Stop it."

"Make me."

"If we crash, it's your fault, my lovely." I replied while gripping her hand and pulling it away from the stick so I could press our hands to my chest, fully prepared to shift with my right since my left was occupied with hers.

"Anna, there are people behin-"

"Hurry, Snow Paw! CLUTCH!"

Home Sweet Home.

Once Elsa (safely) put her bug in park infront of my house, she was still grinning from ear to ear, but once she got out, her jaw dropped. I was already carrying our food and was waiting for her to open the trunk so I could grab my bag too. At seeing her stunned face, I turned to look at what she was ogling. Ah.

"Now I see how I looked when I first set foot in your apartment." I commented, reaching over to poke her in the ribs. That seemed to jolt her back from her shock and she continued to open the trunk. Instead of handing me my bag, she slung it over her shoulder and took a change of clothes out of her bag as opposed to taking both bags in. I made it a point to take her gym clothes for her so I could wash them when we got inside.

"You didn't tell me you lived in a house." She breathed.

"Townhouse." I corrected before digging around in my shorts for my house keys. "I'm sure your other house was spectacular, spectacular!" My voice came out as Harold Zidler as I quickly snatched my keys and threw my free hand out.

Elsa giggled at the action. "No words in the vernacular. Can't describe this great event," She continued, making my eyes widen in surprise. Oh, she just became so much cooler!

"You'll be dumb with wonderment ." I finished before nudging her side playfully. "So you do venture further than Supernatural. What's your favorite movie?" I caught myself and added the question before she got the chance to smack me again.

"What do you think my favorite movie is?" She asked as we slowly made our way to up the short path to the front door. After unlocking it and pushing the door open with my foot, I turned back to examine her with a critical eye.

Elsa Mariani seemed like the romance type, but what kind? She knows what Moulin Rouge is, she drives a beetle, her taste in music consists of more of the old school stuff... "Casablanca?" I tried with a partly squinted eye. The Sopranos? No way.

"A good movie, but no." Elsa gave nothing more away and walked in once I held the door open for her. "Definite top five, though."

My mind went through all that I was able to see on their entertainment center while I was trying to choose a song and I came up empty. She did say that Casablanca was top five. "The Three Musketeers?"

"You have the idea." She nodded.

"Robin Hood?" I snapped my fingers. "Waterworld!"

"If I tell you, will you give me a tour?" Elsa was already looking around, but stopped once she asked me.

"The Man in the Iron Mask." I narrowed my eyes at her, biting my lip in more thought when she shook her head. Come on, Anna! There's gotta be- I dropped the food on the table and spun on my heel with excited eyes. "The Count of Monte Cristo!" I declared triumphantly.

Blue eyes widened in surprise. "H-how did you-"

"Because my favorite movie is V for Vendetta." I shrugged and gently extracted my bag from her shoulder so I could take it back up to my room.

"That's hardly an explanation, Gattina." Elsa called after me.

It's no response at all. But, a smug grin plastered to my face anyway as I gestured for her to follow me. At the top of the stairs, I pointed to my left. "That's the master bedroom where my dad dwells and where I'll be taking a shower." Leading her to the right, down a short hall, I jabbed my thumb out. "Towels are in there and the bathroom is here," My hand touched another door across from the skinny closet. "And this-" I turned to see that Elsa was right behind me, having already noted where everything was. "This is where the magic happens." I joked and opened the door to my room.

Elsa sucked in a breath while I had the pleasure of watching those icy blue eyes fill with wonderment. My room wasn't as impressive as a certain student council president's, but it was what I was comfortable with. Looking through her eyes, I saw an unmade bed with a big gray and red comforter, four matching pillows scattered about, and a stuffed red panda directly in the middle of the bed. All of which connected to a drawer that was the same length as my bed and acted as a pseudo couch to the TV that was positioned on a book case right on the other side of my bed. A good amount of movies filled the spaces under the TV and just above that was a window that spread all the way across the room.

"Excuse the mess." I chuckled, placing my bag on my dresser, next to my alarm clock/stereo.

"Are those vinyl records?" Elsa was looking up over my bed.

"Yup. My LPs range from Miles Davis to the West Side Story Soundtrack." I folded my arms and discretely kicked a dirty sock across the room to my closet. At night I sometimes fell asleep with my socks and almost always ended up with only one on the next morning. So goes most of my socks being lost somewhere for weeks at a time. Luckily, nothing else was out of place, other than my messy desk, bed, and the iPod I'd left plugged in.

Elsa curiously walked over to my desk and picked up a comic of none other than V for Vendetta. "You weren't kidding." She smiled sweetly at me, making me grin back and shrug my shoulders.

"It's a pretty epic movie." I nodded to myself. "Have you seen it?" When she only shook her head, I let out a disgruntled groan. Need to fix that. Instead of voicing my thoughts right off the bat, I took her arm and lead her back towards the restroom. "You can do more sight-seeing after we stick to our plans of showering and then eating, okay?"

On the way out, she placed my comic back on my dresser with another shy smile on her face.

Back downstairs.

A delightful sound escaped Elsa's lips as she took her first bite of waffle taco that I took the liberty of warming back up since they were fairly cold by the time we got to them. I would have gotten chills from hearing her emit somethings as...delicious? as that, but I was too busy trying to stuff as much food as I could into my mouth without choking. I was hungry!

"This is really good." Elsa managed after licking her lips. I could see that she'd missed a sliver of syrup, so I decided to wipe it for her.

"You know?" I smirked at her, swallowed and then continued, "If we ever break up, you have to go back to being boring, while I go on with my awesome self." Before she had a chance to retort, I stuck my thumb in my mouth to suck off the syrup I'd gathered from her chin.

"Well, that's comforting." Elsa rolled her eyes, pushing her still damp hair to the other side of her shoulder and I had the satisfying view of seeing her blush at my stealthy move with the syrup. "I thought you said not to bring something like that up."

"I know." I chuckled self-consciously and then moved my chair closer to her. "It was something that I thought about when you said you hadn't seen V for Vendetta and I made an important mental note to watch it with you once we're done here."

She snorted at the serious way I said it. "Have you seen Count of Monte Cristo?"

"Yes, ma'am." I nodded enthusiastically. "I like the 1934 film with Robert Donat as Edmond Dantes. The more recent one is okay, but I like the black and white one." After another bite, I looked back at her. "Another favorite of mine is Singing in the Rain."

"You're something else, Gattina." Elsa replied in awe before leaning in to nudge her head against my temple fondly. I pressed a kiss to the top of her head and then set my waffle down so I could lift her head until our eyes met.

"So are you, Snow Paw." My lips met the tip of her nose. "I'm glad I thought to break that window." I added earnestly.

"I'm sort of glad you did too." Elsa whispered, pursing her lips when my lips touched hers. She then pulled back to squeeze my cheek between her thumb and forefinger pointedly. "No one is to learn of that either."

"Hey, my lips are sealed." I put my hands up defensively and waited for her to let my cheek go. "Barbie."

"Bambi." Elsa snarked back, smearing syrup on the cheek she'd just squeezed. Instead of wiping it off, I made it a point to glide my finger across her cheek too. Her eyes tightened playfully and I wasted no time in jamming my overflowing waffle to her mouth. Not enough to smash the entire thing against her, but enough to get a good amount of syrup on her lips and part of her chin. "Anna!"

"That's my name!" I roared with laughter, running away from her when she raised her own waffle threateningly at me. As she chased me around the living room, I could see the clear joy on her beautiful face. I was responsible for that look.

There was no way to describe what I felt right after that thought.

A/N: 'How deep is your love? I really mean to learn.

'Cause we're living in a world of fools. Breaking us down, when they all should let us be.

We belong to you and me...'

I own nothing! (But if you know the song right there and have seen the movies mentioned...You, Sir, Ma'am, are an awesome person! Keep it up.)

I know I'm kinda uploading WGT and F&I quicker than this one, but THOSE ones are already written for a few chapters. THIS one is one of my usual day-by-day/write-in-one-sitting stories. So bear with me please. Of course, when I get in the zone with this one, I pretty much need to get checked for cavities XD

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