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It was another night well spent at the gallery for Rapunzel, who had brought some pieces to show Finnick for a potential second showing of her work. He was so kind, and took such an interest in her work in a way that Flynn and Cass simply couldn't. He appreciated every brushstroke, every artistic decision she made and understood why. She could feel him creeping in on her, a small but undeniable desire to want to impress him present. It wasn't the same way that she felt about Flynn, not even close, but if her roommate didn't want to move forward with anything after they'd kissed, then ... maybe Finnick could be another avenue to explore.

She saw none other than Flynn himself waiting in the living room for her when she returned, on the couch with the television on and his new script in his lap. Taking an earbud out, Rapunzel gave him a small wave as she slid her tote bag off her shoulder. As they hadn't seen each other since the morning, she took a seat beside him as he lowered the volume. "Doing some research?" she asked, nodding her head to the stack of papers in his lap. "You said you were meeting up with some of your costars for blocking, right? How'd that go?"

Maybe she was going off the deep end just a little bit, just a tad, but the thought of getting hitched on a random Saturday was actually kind of funny to Sharpay. She'd never done something this spontaneous, but it was hopefully going to earn her a good boost of money while she waited on the results of her next round of auditions, and the gag of having a hot ex-husband at her age was hilarious. It was something she could talk about on red carpets one day, making her more interesting than just the next basic blonde girl who happened to be in a movie. All of it could be reversed, as she'd previously researched, and with no real monetary connection to Phil, it was going to be like it never happened.

In jeans and a white blazer, Sharpay had been picked up by her future husband and whisked away to city hall, where they picked up their certificate that she'd applied for online before heading to the little chapel. It was even more ridiculous than she'd expected, and with Phil's friend Dil present, they swore to dedicate the next 47 hours to each other, leaving one extra for when they'd come back to sort out how to cancel this. "Nice work, husband," she teased, holding out her hand to stare at the blue and pink dyed lollipop on her ring finger. "We should send a picture to our siblings, or something, just to freak them out. Ryan's going to panic and call me until I pick up once he sees it--he has a stick permanently stuck up his ass." From what she heard about Phil's sister, it sounded like she might have the same reaction. "Also, like, what do we … do now?"

She tried so hard to keep it together, and it was a valiant effort, really, but Hans had gotten under her skin, and he intended to stay there. The rift between sisters was about to be cracked wide open, and it was honestly foolish of Elsa that she'd never seen it coming. He didn't mean to say anything that was untrue, just pointing out the facts that he had gathered in the time that he'd known the Arendelles, and exploit what was already out in the open. Hans didn't need to go making shit up just yet, not when he had so much material to work with. Nearly estranged sisters, one lovesick for him … it was all coming together perfectly.

"Oh, Elsa, do you really think I'm that stupid?" he asked rhethorically, letting out a mix between a scoff and a laugh. Really, his long-term plan was to convince Anna to take over for her sister in their seat in government, but none of that needed to be revealed just yet. Instead, he continued on, not answering the question she posed. "Of course I know what I'm talking about. I think I know Anna better than you do, actually, at this point. She's literally in love with me. I'll wind up proposing soon, she'll say yes, and then ... what do you have left?" he asked, folding his arms over his chest as a smirk came to his lips.