Summary: Elsa is a dancer in training, with dreams of making it big, who has issues showing her true feelings. Jack Frost, another dance major, grabs her and drags her along a wild ride of letting go of worries and showing herself to the world. Story of the gang and their adventures at Disney Dream Works Fine Arts Academy (AU). Rated T for swearing and teenage content (hence the T). Jelsa, Mericcup, Flynunzel, Kristianna
Hello all! Siren here. I've had the idea for this story for about 2 weeks, and am really excited for it! It was my dream in like 6th grade to go to a Fine Arts Academy for dance (though things ended up way differently now, and I'm happier!) so I am now living it through Elsa. Definitely rated T for swearing and some, *ahem* teenage content in later chapters. I don't know if lemons will be involved, but if I decide the story needs them, I'll probably post them separately so the story can remain T.
Anyways, enough blabbering. Happy reading Jelsa fans!
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters. If I did, Jelsa would have been a thing long before it was cool!
Chapter 1: Once Upon A Time...
Head up, shoulders back, perfectly poised.
Okay Elsa, you can do this.
Moving, conveying emotion, telling a story.
Just this one time, don't conceal, feel!
Every extension perfect, every line hit, every leap landed to perfection.
Pour my heart out, let everyone see what is truly inside!
Breathing hard, pushing hard, living in the moment.
I will do it. I can be me.
And then suddenly, it stops.
I hold the last pose, then exhausted, both physically and emotionally from showing my true self, I fall to the ground out of breath. The crowd is gone, moment has passed, and it is just me in the dance studio alone. The only place I am safe enough to be my whole self.
Safe.
Then the sound of clapping interrupts my safe haven.
6 hours earlier...
The 6 AM alarm blares in Elsa's ears, drawing her out of the fuzzy cloud of slumber. Slowly, the eyelids peel open, revealing sapphire blue eyes to the world. Elsa groans and rolls over, grabbing her phone to turn off the alarm.
"What do I have today?" She asks her phone.
"Monday, September 15th, 2014: Ballet techniques from 8AM to 10AM, Dance History II from 10:30AM to 11:30AM, Studio Time from 11:30AM to 1:00PM, lunch with the girls from 1:15PM to 2:15PM, Art and Aesthetics from 2:30PM to 3:30PM, and study meeting from 4:00PM to 6:00PM. Weather for today is a high of 84 degrees and sunny." Elsa giggled at the monotone voice of her phone as it rattled off her schedule.
Elsa then ordered it to play her morning playlist, and crawled out of bed as it started playing "Break Free," one of the newer Zedd songs with Ariana Grande. She danced around, making her bed, and then sauntered into the large walk-in closet to change into work out gear. Immediately, she hit the mat already laid out in her bedroom, doing crunches as a remix of "DJ Got Us Fallin' in Love" came on.
"Oldie, but goodie!" She thought, letting the music wash over and energize her.
Elsa moved on from crunches to squats, warming up her body. It has a lot to do today! She then sat on the mat again to stretch after grabbing a bottle of pre-infused lemon mint water from the mini fridge. As a Dance Major at Disney Dream Works Fine Arts Academy, or DDW as most people call it, Elsa works her body all day long. The morning pre-workout is used for just that, to get her body started in the morning! Downing more water and hopping in the shower, she mentally reviewed all that was needed to pack for the day.
"It's busy, but that's the reality of achieving my dream!" she muttered.
Elsa wants to be on the big stage. Unfortunately, so do many other hopefuls at DDW and all the other fine art academies.
Hopping out of the shower, she toweled off and then danced her way back to the closet to Jason DeRulo's "Wiggle." She pulled on tan tights, a black leotard, and grey sweatpants over for ballet techniques. She then slipped her feet into worn black high-tops, and packed black skinny jeggings, a black tank, a chiffon sapphire blue sheer top with a fun lace back, and her black combat boots into her gym bag for class after, and some leggings and a tank for studio time and dance club. She sat down at her vanity, pausing to read the inscription she had printed onto the mirror.
"Dance is my release. It is a time to let myself go. A safe place to reveal to the world the pain, the joy, the emotion inside of me. It is my safe time. It is my escape."
It is the only safe place to reveal what I am truly feeling inside. Otherwise, everything on the outside has to be perfect. I have to be strong for everyone else. Especially for my sister.
She shook off the negative feelings, and focused on taming her still bed-messy, platinum blonde hair into a French braid, and then adjusted the hair so her bright sapphire blue streak was visible. She then coiled the braid at the nape of her neck, making sure it would be secure for dancing. Elsa then skillfully brushed on a little bit of powder and blush, some tan eye-shadow, mascara, and finished off the look with a metallic sapphire blue cat-eye. Setting it all with her favorite setting spray, she eyed her huge collection of makeup, varying from the usual day-to-day stuff to intense stage makeup.
Unfortunately, playing with makeup will have to wait until free time.
Elsa rose, dancing to "Hideaway," and checked the time.
7:13AM, Perfect!
Just then, a spunky red-head, with out of control curls burst through the door of the Jack-and-Jill bathroom.
"Is it necessary to play your music so damn loud?!" Merida grumbled, rubbing her eyes.
"It's about time you woke up! You have class in about 45 minutes. You're welcome."
"Just make me some eggs…" Merida muttered, spinning on her heel. Moments later, Elsa heard the shower start and some old Celtic song being belted over the fan of the bathroom.
"She really just needs to stick to her trombone playing…" Elsa groused.
Merida, the trombone music major is a sophomore, just like Elsa. She moved from Scotland in the 5th grade and has grown out of her accent; though, when she gets mad, it tends to creep out to the great amusement of her friends. Brave, brash, and bold, Merida is a force to be reckoned with.
Elsa floated out of her room, startled as a white dog attacked her leg.
"Olaf! Good morning to you too!" She laughed and reached down to pet him.
"And good morning Elsa!" cried an energetic voice from behind the island in the kitchen.
"Good morning Punzie! Is Anna awake yet?" Elsa asked, coming around the counter and laying her hand on the blonde's shoulder. Rapunzel was a freshman Drama major at DDW, best friend and cousin to Elsa and Anna. Her long, blonde hair went down to her knees, brushing her bright pink jeans, as she cracked eggs to scramble.
"Of course not! You know her, she it could be 1PM and she would still be sleeping if she had her way."
Elsa laughed, "I'll go wake her up. Cute corset top by the way!"
"Thanks!" squeaked from behind the counter as Elsa walked across the living room to Anna's door. Just like she and Merida had a Jack-and-Jill bathroom, so did Punzie and Anna across the living area. The apartment they were in was one of the nicest ones owned by school property. Luckily, Punzie's parents owned part of DDW, so they had first dibs.
"Anna?" Elsa knocked on her door, squeaking it open a few inches. No answer. Elsa smirked, and lightly ran across the room to Anna's bed. Slowly climbing on top of her sister's sleeping figure, she set herself directly over Anna.
Suddenly she started bouncing, "Wake up wake up wake up!"
Anna groaned, pushing Elsa off her, "Go away!"
Elsa grinned and climbed back on top of her, "do you want a mocha?"
Anna sat straight up in bed, pushing Elsa to the side, "chocolate!"
Elsa laughed, "Go get ready, you have only a bit before class! I'll go make you a mocha."
"Yay!" Anna bounced to the bathroom, her strawberry blonde hair bouncing after her. Elsa giggled at her crazy bed head, catching a glimpse of the bleached streak in Anna's hair that she had put there just a few weeks before. Anna had put Elsa's sapphire streak in at the same time.
Anna, just like her best friend Punzie, was a freshman drama major at DDW. Where Punzie wanted to be a costume designer for Broadway, Anna told everyone she was destined to be the star on the stage. Her boisterous personality and her feeling-driven actions contrasted greatly with her sister's introverted nature and logical approach to everything.
That girl's lack of logic is going to get her in trouble one day, Elsa thought as she started the espresso and steaming milk. After a couple minutes, Elsa had three hot double-shot mochas for the other girls and a hot chai latte for herself. She didn't like coffee that much. By that time, Rapunzel had set the table with four plates of steaming hot eggs, strawberries, and juice.
"Come and get it!"
Merida and Anna came bounding out. The girls ate, discussing their day and where they wanted to meet for lunch. Deciding on their favorite local café "The Enchanted Castle," run Adam and his wife Belle.
"Its 7:50! Time to go girls!" Elsa said.
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Jack slid down in his seat, wanting to disappear and do something fun. As much as he loved dancing, sitting for an hour listening to a boring, stuffy professor giving a boring, stuffy lecture on the history of dance was not something he needed. He wanted to be a famous hip-hop dancer, maybe dapple in some Broadway, so he can give back to the community he came from and have an impact on the lives of kids just like him.
This isn't necessary!
He looked around; all the other students seemed just as bored as him. It would be easier if the teacher made it more interesting! There was only one student paying attention. Jack studied her.
She looks so into this, sitting in the front of the class. Look at her taking furious notes and nodding along with the professor. Funny thing is, I think she is 100% genuine! I've seen her in quite a few of my classes; she is really talented and works super hard. And is super hot. I mean, ballet dancer legs, flexibility, curves, that amazing blonde hair, and oh hey! She has a blue streak! That's not normal for a goody-two-shoes. And combat boots? Now I'm intrigued . . . Badass, good student, and hot?
The class ended, the students scrambling to pack up. Jack packed up slowly, watching the girl walk up to the professor to ask a question. When she left, he followed her out, reaching across her to hold the door open.
"Thanks" she said, surprised at his kindness.
"Anything for a beautiful lady," he replied, winking. "What is your name? I see you around all the time but I know nothing about you!"
"Maybe I like to keep it that way." Elsa smirked. She walked down the hall, Jack keeping pace with her.
"Oh, mysterious are we? Well, that is just going to intrigue me more. Come on, don't leave me hanging."
"I prefer to leave people wanting more."
"So beautiful, smart, and a teaser. See, I can draw my own conclusions if you won't tell me. I will find out your name if I have to! I'm Jack, by the way. Jack Frost."
"I'd say pleasure, but I haven't decided if it truly is yet" Elsa smugly replied.
"Come on, at least tell me your name. Otherwise, I'll be forced to stalk you."
"Is that really a necessity? Do you have to know my name?"
"I want to, and I always get what I want." Jack waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"Not this time. So I guess you will have to change your record." She replied, turning and pulling open the door of a changing room. Jack grabbed the door from her, holding it open and leaning on it.
She placed one hand on his chest, "not allowed in here. So I guess your 'stalking' plan has been foiled."
"That sounds like a challenge babe."
"Take it how you will. If it is, then it is a challenge I am determined to win. Good luck Jack Frost." She spun on her heel, strutting into the changing room, knowing that Jack's eyes would be following her. She smirked. Point one for Elsa!
Jack, outside the changing room, rolled his eyes. Debating for a minute, he took inventory of what he had to do.
She is probably going to practice in a studio . . . And I want to watch her dance. So I guess the stalking begins!
He ducked around the corner away from the studios, waiting for her to exit the changing room. Moments later, he was not disappointed. He inwardly groaned as he saw her long, fit legs enclosed in leggings and the skin of her open backed racer back underneath her sports bra. This girl's body is going to be the death of me. Jack watched her walk to an open studio, admiring the grace with which she moved. The door to the studio closed, the light above it turning red, indicating there was someone inside. It was ingenious actually; this way you could know what rooms are open with the privacy of no windows on the doors.
Jack moved to sit on the ground outside her door, playing on his phone trying to look inconspicuous. I'll give her a few minutes to warm up and get lost in the music before I slip in.
He was not disappointed. About ten minutes later, he heard the faint tune of Christina Perri's "Human." Contemporary, are we? He gave her a minute to get into it, then stood up and slowly crept the door open, thankful the doors didn't squeak and that the girl didn't seem him in the mirrors. He moved to a corner of the room, stunned by the girl's emotion and passion poured out into her dance.
"But I'm only human, and I bleed when I fall down,
I'm only human, and I crash and I break down,
Your words in my head, knives in my heart,
You build me up and then I fall apart,
'cause I'm only human."
Her graceful body hit every line, telling a story of betrayal, loneliness, pain. He could see that she was genuine.
"I can turn it on, be a good machine,
I can hold the weight of worlds if that's what you need, be your everything.
I can do it, I can do it, I'll get through it."
As her moves synced up with the words, he could see that she was dancing for the same reason he did; to relieve the pain, to restore balance, to let down their guard and show the world who they truly are. Jack could see that this girl truly had the weight of the world on her shoulders.
"But I'm only human, and I bleed when I fall down,
I'm only human, and I crash and I break down,
Your words in my head, knives in my heart,
You build me up and then I fall apart,
'cause I'm only human."
Her moves started to lose a bit of the grace, and became more rugged, more raw. Her hair, having been let down, was flying, accentuating her moves.
"I'm only human, I'm only human, just a little human."
It became a vicious battle, she was struggling, trying to survive. Then she collapsed.
"I can take so much, 'til I've had enough,"
She slowly rose, simply stepping forward and reaching up. Then the music exploded.
"Cause I'm only human, and I bleed when I fall down,
I'm only human, and I crash and I break down,
Your words in my head, knives in my heart,
You build me up and then I fall apart,
'cause I'm only human."
He could see a revelation, a closure. She acknowledged her humanity, smiling as she finished. She ended, suddenly. Simply standing there, her head looking up to the sky, a smile on her face. Jack stood in shock. She then flopped down on the ground, out of breath, raw and vulnerable.
Slowly, he drew himself out of shock, a smile lighting up his face, and started clapping.
Hope you enjoyed! Hope to have the next chapter up in a week. I will always post every week, unless I get ahead, where I will then post when I can.
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