Anna was walking down the hallway, books in hand. She was thinking about when she'd have time to finish her English assignment when she saw him.
His name was Jack Frost. Short white hair, brilliant blue eyes, and a deep blue hoodie with cascading snow-like designs from the shoulders down. He was the baddest of boys, one who donned black leather jackets and rode a motorcycle, a complete and utter rebel, a cause notwithstanding.
At least, that's what she imagined as she walked by. He was really a dorky guy with a nice smile and a kind heart. He grinned at her and she managed a small smile in return. Her smile faltered for a split second, having seen the person interlocking arms with Jack.
Elsa. Her sister. Elsa waved at Anna and Anna grinned back. She turned away, her arm falling limply to the side as she wondered what life would be like if she hadn't missed her chance.
This fic has been sitting in my documents for a while, but I haven't gotten around to posting it. It's just gonna be a series of drabbles and it won't go for very long, but I promise it'll be suitably angsty and such. Hope you enjoy!