Elsa grinned goofily. Christ. Gorgeous, smart as hell and a fan of the X-Men. She nodded, turning around, purple and gold filling her vision as she bumped into a huge male figure."Hey!" a gruff voice boomed. "Watch it! No one touches the Shaq!"Elsa stepped backwards, putting her hands up. "S-sorry," she said, quickly. "I wasn't- I didn't-"Then Belle was between them, glaring up at the man, jabbing a finger into his chest. "Lay off, Adam!" she snapped. "And stop pretending to be a has-been basketball player!"Elsa tried to hide a smirk when she noticed Adam's obvious fear of the feisty brunette. "Whatever," he said, waving off Belle's fury. "God, you're so...difficult." He narrowed his eyes, scowling at Elsa. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into, blondie," he jeered. Elsa watched Belle throw her hands up, striding past him, before she quickly followed."Ugh, he's such a jerk," the girl huffed. "I can't believe I ever dated him.