So far, all my stories have been Eugelsa and i felt like i needed to change it up, also, i haven't been able to get this Hiccelsa idea out of my head. Anyway, if you guys have any cool ideas for one-shots with any of the pairings i have listed in my profile, PM me and i guess i could give it a go.

whoever is reading this, you're AWESOME!

if you're confused Harry is Hiccup.

:)

"Jack! Shut up!" Harry whisper-yelled, threatening to hit him over the head with his book.

They were sitting in the public library, which was a miracle considering Jack's… uh… boyishness, reading. Well, Harry was reading.

The main librarian, an old lady who Jack thought she should have been in the ground twenty years ago, was giving them a poisonous look that could kill a forest. Harry just smiled sheepishly, trying to apologize for his friend's behavior.

"Anyway, I really don't see what we're doing in-HOLY SHIT!" Jack said, jerking and sitting up straighter then Harry had ever seen him sit before. He followed something behind Harry with eyes so intent Harry was quite creeped out. The only other time Jack had ever looked like that was when he was on field chasing a hockey puck.

Harry slowly turned around in his chair and his jaw fell open. He and Jack openly stared as she walked past. She being the most beautiful, breathtakingly stunning girl either of them had ever seen. She walked with so much power that Harry knew would be an impossible feat for him to remotely try, even if he didn't have a prosthetic leg. She had such beautiful light blonde hair that cascaded in a braid down her shoulder and perfect, well, everything. Harry swore his heart shriveled inside when she walked behind a large bookshelf. He didn't get to see her face.

He heard Jack let out a long breath.

"Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit!" Jack exclaimed, his eyes wide and gazing at where she had just been.

"Was that just me, or did you see her as well?" he asked, stilled stunned.

All Harry could do was nod silently.

"Was that a goddamn angel!?" Jack said, shaking his head and smirking. Oh no. "Cause if so, I think I can die happy now, because I've just seen a piece of heaven."

Harry rolled his eyes as Jack ran a hand through his hair and got up. He knew this would happen, but frowned anyway. He knew that as soon as he saw her he didn't stand a chance. Not if Jack wanted her, and of course Jack did, she was stunning. It wouldn't matter if Harry tried anyway, he would probably just stutter and be so crippling awkward that any girl would run at the slightest chance.

Jack however, was a totally different story. He had no problem talking to any girl and he was so funny. All the girls loved him, his I-don't-care-if-I-break-the-rules attitude and his ridiculous good looks.

Harry got up, sighing. He had better see how Jacks flirting is going. Who knows, she might have the ugliest face in the world. Harry highly doubted that. He also wanted to see if he had the slightest chance.

"You must be a hell of a thief because you stole my heart from across the room." Jack said winking at the girl sitting on a table with some books. Harry still couldn't see her face because Jack was in the way, but when he heard his comment, Harry tried not to groan.

"Is your name Scarlett?" Jack tried again. "Because when I saw you my heart was gone with the wind."

"You better leave and go catch it then before it gets lost." Harry bit on his lip to stop from laughing. He could see Jack physically recoil at being rejected, her voice was like ice.

"I think you're the best looking girl in here." Jack said, re-summoning his strength and giving a last ditch effort to impress her.

"Really? Well, I'd better go find the best looking guy then, hadn't I?" she said straight back, her beautiful voice filled with annoyance. This made Harry peer over Jack's shoulder to see her face. Which wasn't hard, Jack was rather short.

His breath got caught in his throat.

Harry couldn't see how it was physically possible for her to be so beautiful. There were no words in any language that could describe her. She had amazing pale skin and the prettiest blue eyes he had ever seen. So big and blue. Framed by long lashes that made them so perfect. She was jaw-dropping gorgeous wrapped with dazzling elegance and stunning brilliance.

"No need!" Jack said confidently. How could her talk to her without messing up? "He is standing right in front of you." He continued, running a hand through his hair and doing something with his face that Flynn called the 'smolder'. Gives a girl a heart attack, he had bragged.

"Yeah, you're right." She said and Harry's eyes widened. She was giving in? Jack smirked victoriously. Harry couldn't see her face anymore because he was turning away and opening his book.

"Now," she continued, raising a hand. It almost looked like she was waving Jack off. . . "If you could just move, and he comes out from behind you, I would be able to see him so much better." she said, looking directly at Harry.

Time froze.

"No way." Jack breathed the exact same time that the girl spoke again.

"So, Hiccup," her voice softer than before, almost warm. "How have you been?"

"Hiccup?" Jack asked, voicing Harry's thoughts. Both boys looked down at the girl. She was only looking at Harry, as if waiting for something.

Jack looked at her like she had grown a second head.

Hiccup? He had been called that by his friends' years ago, back when he lived in Canada next to Anna and. . . .

"Elsa!?" Harry exclaimed, disbelief evident in his voice.

The newly named vision of beauty smiled at Harry and stood up. Now he could see her, how could he of missed it? The big baby blue eyes, platinum blonde hair and her voice. How could he have forgotten her beautiful voice?

Well she had grown up well, really well. Not that she was ugly when she was nine, she was so cute when she was little, but now, now she should be on every magazine front in the world.

Before Harry knew what he was doing, he embraced her in a big bear hug. As he swung her around, he didn't notice Jack leaving awkwardly because she was laughing. It was so beautiful, like the sound of rain on a tin roof, or of tinkling bells at Christmas.

Suddenly, Harry realized what he was doing and awkwardly let go of Elsa, who was blushing and looking down at her books on the table.

"So," Harry said, scratching the back of his neck. "how's Anna?"

"Anna's good." Elsa said, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. Then her expression turned hard "Had a rough break-up a couple weeks ago. She's fine now."

Just like Elsa. Even when they were little she would be protective over Anna. With good reason too. Anna was fantastic, just very trusting. And some people abused that trust.

"Still reading about dragons I see." Elsa said with a smile grabbing the book of the ground where Harry had dropped it and handing it back to him.

"Remember when you used make us dress up Marshmallow into a dragon?" Elsa said with a smile and Harry chuckled.

"Yeah, he hated that."

"Marshmallow hated everything." She said, shaking her head at the memory of the huge old dog.

Harry saw the books on her table.

"Still reading about superpowers I see. Have you decided on which one you'd like to have?"

It used to be a joke. Harry's obsession with dragons and her obsession with winter and superpowers.

"Yes!" Elsa said with excitement, then schooled her features. "Yes. Either it would be ice powers or the ability to fly. I'm leaning towards ice powers."

Harry smiled and mustered his courage.

"So, um... I was wondering if you would like to... you know, like go to the movies with us? As in us, i mean Jack and some friends that I know. . ." Harry trailed off with a blush, looking away at a close bookshelf

"Um, that would be cool, I guess." Elsa said, playing with her hands. "Do you mind if I bring Anna and some friends?"

Harry nodded and saw Jack watching with a grin on his face.

'Why are you smiling at me like that?'

Guess which friends Elsa would bring! :)