Disclaimer: Frozen belongs to Disney.

A:N: This is my first story in the Frozen fandom. Hopefully you all enjoy. This is unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine, and mine alone.

You can't help but feel that you've done something wrong.

She's been avoiding you for weeks –dodging you in the hallways, ignoring all your calls and messages, heck she even tripped the other day in a mad dash to escape. Consequently she ended up with a very bad nose bleed and any attempt in helping her stem the flow of blood was halted as she vaulted over the desk and ran out the door (you never knew she was that athletic).

'Sorry Els, I'm just really busy at the moment,' was her last message to you, which was ages ago (ok 3 weeks, 2 hours and 37 minutes ago but really who's counting?)

Sighing heavily you stare at the empty space at the lunch table beside you. Usually said space would be occupied with a very spirited redhead, talking animatedly about her day and how much she loathed a certain teacher –'I'm telling you Els, Weaseltown needs to get that stick removed from his ass' –as Kristoff would add in his two cents.

She's been avoiding you for weeks (and you miss her so damn much).

'Everything ok over there?'

Looking up you notice Kristoff eyeing you in concern, his voice snapping you out of your silent musings. Truth be told you forgot that the big guy was keeping you company (can't stop thinking about her can you?).

'I'm fine just…' leaning an elbow on the table, you rest your chin on your open palm. 'Has Anna been acting weird around you lately?'

He swallows the bite of his sandwich. 'Normal weird or weirder than normal?' He quirks his eyebrow in question.

'She's been avoiding me.'

'Oh.'

'And she's been hanging out with Hans more.'

The widening of his eyes confirms that you're not the only one who's surprised (and concerned) about this. It wasn't the fact that she was hanging with Hans that bothered you –contrary to popular belief he is a good guy underneath that pompous (douchebag) air he carried –it was more the fact that seeing her being all friendly with someone else left a bitter taste at the back of your throat.

'Well…that is weird.' He takes a bite from his sandwich and chews with a thoughtful expression on his face. 'Sorry Elsa, but other than that she's still the same old Anna to me.'

Sighing once more you push your lunch away from you (it's not like you're going to find your answers by starting at a plate of spaghetti). 'Why is she avoiding me then?'

He shrugs his shoulders. 'You could just ask her.'

You chuckle sadly. 'That is if she stops to actually speak to me.'

'Well now's your chance.'

Pointing behind you, you turn in your seat to see the object of your vexation marching purposefully towards you. A look of grim determination is set on her face, and you notice (with mild amusement) Olaf in the background trying to keep up to her long strides, a guitar clasped in his hands.

Stopping a few feet away from you, you turn fully in your seat (time to face your problems head on yeah?). Reaching into her front pocket, she pulls out a crumpled piece of paper, her hands trembling slightly as she unfolds it.

'Elsa…' she clears her throat, brows furrowed as she stares hard at the paper held between her hands. 'It has come to my attention that my feelings for you have changed. I…I uh…' Her throat bobs as she swallows, the trembling in her hands now spreading throughout her whole body. 'I like you.' – (Wait did she just say she likes you?) – 'Like…really like you!' More than how Kristoff likes reindeer, which is kinda weird because reindeer smell really bad…not that you smell bad. In fact you smell fantastic! And are way better looking than a reindeer, even though they're really cute, but you're gorgeous…like super gorgeous in fa –'

Olaf nudges her with his elbow. 'Anna.' He whispers from the corner of his mouth.

'Oh right! Uh…' her eyes scan the paper furiously. 'Elsa S. Anderson, words cannot convey how much you mean to me. So I have decided,' she reaches out, hand groping erratically in the empty space beside her, 'Guitar Olaf!'

'Oh Sorry!' He scrambles to pass the instrument to her, her hand unsteadily clasping the neck of the guitar.

'So I have decided, to play an acoustic version of your favourite song.' Looking up she shoots you a shy smile.

(Wait…she wouldn't).

'Anna no…' you breathe as she pockets the paper in her hands and begins to strum an oh so familiar melody. Your eyes widen in alarm.

(Oh God she wouldn't).

'I hope you uh…enjoy…'

By now everyone in the cafeteria is staring. As you shield your eyes with the palm of your hand, you can feel your cheeks go red with embarrassment.

(Oh dear God she is).

I like big butts and I can not lie

You other brothers can't deny

That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist

And a round thing in your face

You get sprmffff –

'Aaaaaaand shows over folks! Nothing to see here!' Kristoff (bless the man) manages to wrangle the guitar away from Anna with one hand, the other (thank god) clasped over her mouth.

'Oh come on farm boy let the girl sing!' Someone yells from somewhere in the cafeteria (you have yet to uncover your eyes).

'Shut up sideburns!' Kristoff shouts back. 'Why don't you go –ow!'

'Kristoff what the hell!'

Looking up you take in the scene in front of you. Anna, it seems, managed to escape from Kristoff's grasp –the blonde currently rubbing his side from where you can assume she elbowed him in a means to escape.

She wrenches the guitar from his hand, clutching the instrument close to her chest. 'Why'd you have to interrupt me?' She pouts (which is quite adorable now that you think about it).

'Listen I'm all up for a grand declaration of love, but you were embarrassing the poor girl.' He waves a hand in your direction. 'Couldn't you have done something…I dunno…more discrete?'

'Arggggh this is why I didn't come to you in the first place.' She laments, jabbing a finger into his chest. 'You just had to go and ruin everything you…you…' she gesticulates wildly '…ruiner of good things!'

'Me? Well I'm not the one going around serenading people about liking big asses!' He retorts angrily.

Not knowing what to do, you can only watch helplessly as the two bicker like children, your eyes finally landing on Olaf who catches your gaze and shrugs his shoulders in response. Well, looks like it's up to you (like always) to diffuse the situation. Exhaling slowly you get up on your feet and make your way over to the two.

'…Ugh and what do you know about romance? All you do is hang out with reindeer! When have you ever done anything romantic?!'

'Anna,' you call out softly, trying to catch her attention as she continues to stare down (or is it up seeing as she's shorter?) Kristoff, her attention solely on him.

'I live with love experts remember?' He scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. 'I know way more than you.'

A small sound (that sounded very much like a growl) escapes her lips. 'Anna,' you place a placating hand on her shoulder to get her attention. 'It's ok.' Her head swivels in your direction, the look of frustration in her eyes dissipating and quickly replaced with a soft look. 'It's ok,' you repeat, giving her a small smile of reassurance.

She turns fully to face you, her face flushing as she takes a step back. 'I'm so sorry Elsa if I embarrassed you. I -I just wanted to do something spontaneous and nice for you and I've been practicing so hard to learn your favourite song because I know how much you love that song,' she scuffs the ground with the tip of her shoe, gazing at the floor with a forlorn expression on her face. 'I can understand if you don't want to go out with me, I mean even I wouldn't want to go out with me!'

'Anna.'

'I'm just plain old boring Anna –'

'Of course I'll go out with you.'

' –A huge klutz who just sucks at everything. But you…you're…Elsa. You're perfect! I don't deserve someone like you.' She smacks her forehead with her free hand. 'I'm so stupid. Why did I ever think you would feel the same way about me? God I just made things weird between us didn't I?'

'Anna I said yes.'

'Oh no no no, now you're going to want to stop being friends, and oh God I'm forever going to be known as that loser you rejected in the cafeteria. I'm going to have to change schools!' She turns around and grabs a confused looking Kristoff by the shoulders. 'Kristoff I don't want to change schools!' She wails, shaking him roughly.

(Oh for the love of…)

'Anna!' You all but shout. She stops shaking Kristoff and looks in your direction, her eyes glassy from unshed tears. You gently pull her away from Kristoff –who shoots you a grateful look –and place your hands on her shoulders. 'I said yes,' you smile shyly, 'I will go out with you, you big goof.'

The sound of the guitar hitting the floor startles you.

She opens and closes her mouth in what you assume is shock. 'Uh did you say yes? You said yes right? No take backs because I swear Elsa…'

'Yes,' you laugh in exasperation, 'and yes, no take backs.'

'Oh…my…God…she said yes!' She squeals, breaking out of your hold and hugs Olaf unexpectedly. 'Olaf she said yes!' She jumps up and down in excitement, awkwardly forcing Olaf to do the same.

You laugh at her enthusiasm until a sudden sobering thought enters your mind. 'Wait, what about Hans?'

'What about him?' She stops jumping, but the huge grin on her face remains.

You try to fight back the overwhelming sense of apprehension that's creeping up on you. 'You've been hanging out with him lately, and I thought,' you avert your gaze, 'that you and he are…'

'Whoa hold that thought.' She bends down and picks up the nearly forgotten guitar off the floor. 'First of all, while he is quite the looker Hans is…well…he's a dick. And second of all…'she pauses and rubs the back of her neck sheepishly, 'well…he's not you.'

'Oh…but then why were you hanging around him so much?'

She chuckles uncomfortably. 'Funny thing that…well you see, while I may be good at playing the guitar, Hans is just godly at it. He was giving me lessons is all.'

'Hold on,' Kristoff says suddenly (honestly you almost forgot the guy was standing right there), 'you asked Hans for help…instead of me? Your best friend?!'

'Well I would have asked for your help, if you weren't such a blabber mouth.' Anna replies, staring at him from the corner of her eyes.

'I am not a blabber mouth,' he says with a tone of indignation.

'You told everyone about that time I had severe diarrhea at the waterpark.' She deadpans.

'Ah…' he gulps, 'fair enough.' He quickly runs back to his side of the table.

'Exactly,' she shoots him a withering look. 'Anyways Elsa, I actually have to go find Hans. The bastard owes me twenty bucks. He bet that I was going to wussy out but hah I sure showed him.' She reaches out and holds your hand in hers (you can't help but feel your heart beat faster). 'So I'll see you on Saturday then…for our date?' She says bashfully, her cheeks tinged red.

You squeeze her hand and smile back. 'Of course Anna.'

Her smile widens and she lets go. 'Alright. Ok Olaf, let's go collect my winnings.' Pausing for a second, she leans over and kisses you softly on the cheek. 'Until Saturday then?'

'Uh huh…Saturday.' You reply in a daze.

Smiling once more she grabs Olaf –'See you Elsa!' –and drags him away. 'Hey Westerguard! Don't think I can't see you sneaking out the door. Where's my money at?'

Slowly turning back to your seat, you sit back down, a goofy smile plastered to your face. Touching the spot where she kissed you, you try your best to contain the giggle that threatens to escape your lips (control yourself Elsa, what would your father think if he saw how giddy you're acting?).

'I guess congrats are in order?'

'Hm?'You break out of your Anna induced stupor at the sound of Kristoff's voice. 'I guess so.' Pulling your lunch back towards you (damn thing has probably gone cold by now but who cares, you have a date with Anna!), you pick up your fork, only to pause as Kristoff clears his throat.

'So...' He throws you a shit eating grin as he takes a bite out of his sandwich, 'Baby got back huh?'

Shrugging your shoulders you twirl your fork through your spaghetti. 'What can I say,' you smile cheekily, 'My anaconda don't want, none unless you've got buns hun.'

-Fin-