" Is it your blood sugar again ? " Elsa rushed forward , prying open his clenched jaw and slipping her last piece of chocolate into his mouth . The judge's eyes slowly regained focus . He pointed to the inner pocket of his suit . " I'll go find someone - don't fall asleep ! " Viewers watching the livestream were already losing it . " Pffi , that's when she slipped him the bribe ! Look how fast she left ! " " Come on , she clearly used the ' finding help ' excuse to go alert someone else . " " Whole low - blood - sugar thing looks staged to me . Like they planned it together . " Then- The memory continued . Moments after Elsa left , Quinn slipped inside . She stared at the judge sprawled on the floor . No concern - only a cold smile . The judge , thinking she was help , reached out his hand . Instead , Quinn knelt and pulled a small box from her pocket . Inside were several gleaming gold bars . She smiled faintly . " Mr. Steve , this is from my sister Elsa . She told me to give this to you . She's gone to get help . " " What ?! " The judge's eyes went wide in disbelief . Quinn sighed with well practiced helplessness . " I tried to stop her . I really did , But she was desperate to win the " There's surveillance ! " the judge sneered , pointing at the security camera . " Audio too . You think you can talk your way out of this ? " " Said you were going to get help , but all of this - you set it up ! " " And now you come back trying to play savior ? " He yanked her by the collar . " Even if I lose my title , I'm not accepting this filth ! " Elsa's pupils contracted . She remembered - she'd seen Quinn sneaking around earlier . " It wasn't me ! It was Quinn ! " she blurted . " She framed me ! " " Where's the proof ? " the judge barked a bitter laugh . " Everyone knows Miss Quinn is sweet and kind . She only helped because she cares about you . He shoved her back , disgusted . " An adopted fake , jealous and dirty - you'd stoop to anything . " Footsteps echoed outside . Quinn entered with the school officials . Her eyes were red , voice choking , " Mr. Steve , are you okay ? Elsa .. how could you do something like this ? I told you not to … " She turned to Elsa , clutching her hand . " Apologize now It's not too late to make this right . " Elsa Mared at her . P The dance studio was like a freezer . Barefoot , Elsa stood on the hardwood floor , repeating spins before the mirror . Again and again . Her toes had already blistered and bled , leaving smears on the wood . " Five , six , seven , eight .. " she gritted her teeth , counting aloud - then leapt and crashed to the floor again . The mirror reflected her bruised , crumpled figure . " How did it end up like this … " she whispered . She clutched at her chest , her nails digging into her flesh . Time passed . The door creaked open . " Well , still practicing this late ? " Quinn leaned against the doorframe , twirling a USB drive between her fingers . A smirk played at her lips . " Want to know what's on this ? " Elsa didn't respond . She glanced at Quinn with cold indifference . Unbothered , Quinn continued , her tone slow and deliberate . " It's the footage of you bribing the judge . And all it takes is one click …. "