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Chapter 1 - Rosethorn Academy


"And my heart beats loud like a thousand drums. Feeling love like the city where I come from. I've got a hole in my heart that I can't explain for you." ~Excerpt from Set Me On Fire, Thousand Foot Krutch


A/N: Hey, my name is Darkwind, but you may call me Darky. I don't have much to say except for the fact that this is my first 'Frozen' and 'RotG' fanfiction. I've actually never watched 'RotG' and just knew it because I heard the word 'Jelsa' uttered somewhere. I, being my overly curious self, just had to find out what it was. And guess what? I shipped the two the moment I laid eyes on them. I read a few fics about them, and I discovered a few things about Jack. So there's that.

So don't hate me too much if I get a few things messed up. Enjoy. ;)


Elsa glanced once at her sister Anna before continuing the torture of prodding her untouched stack of pancakes. She bit her lip and forced herself to calm down. Everything's alright. It's just a new, prestigious school. No need to worry. But, like the first hundred times, she could not calm herself down. Elsa exchanged an uneasy glance with Anna, but after that, Anna was back to digging in her breakfast. Elsa choked down her uneasy, almost hysterical laugh.

"Anna, I don't see how you have such an appetite," Elsa mused.

Anna glanced up and grinned. "I don't see how you don't have an appetite."

"You know me," Elsa murmured, twisting a lock of her pale, platinum hair with her fingers in a nervous frenzy, "always nervous." Elsa took a deep breath and looked out the window. Fresh snowflakes had fallen out of the window, and Elsa could feel the shadow of her whole feature creep down over her. Elsa got up, and Anna shot her an inquiring look. "I'm going to finish packing," Elsa forced out.

Anna paused. "I—alright."

Elsa practically sprinted towards her room. She sank into her bed and stared at the ceiling for several helpless heartbeats. Then, she got up and stared at her suitcase. It was a lovely azure, pale and gleaming all at once—which was precisely why Elsa had chosen it. She had already packed, but she just needed to escape. Anna was always the more social one—the one who had a jubilant spirit that brought others towards her.

And Elsa? Not so much.

Elsa wasn't that exultant, but she wasn't as easy to smile like her sister. Anna's straw-berry blonde locks and wide, blue eyes always drew people close. Elsa stared at her reflection, which stared back pathetically at her. Her hair was a platinum so pale and white that it was almost the color of freshly fallen snow. Her blue eyes—the same eyes as Anna's—were wide, but there was something haunted in them.

The sisters shared a few traits here and there—the high cheekbones, the same wide, blue eyes, the full lips—but they were very different. Anna was more outgoing and full of life. Elsa, on the other hand, felt like her younger sister's complete opposite. Elsa was the shy, quiet girl that no one really noticed at all. People had told her that she was beautiful, but Elsa was far too bashful to say much at all.

Elsa could fake a smile when she wanted to—to prove to everyone that she was okay—and they would believe her, they would be reassured. Even Anna couldn't see behind that faked smile and forced cheerfulness. And it could get very lonely. Elsa felt that she stood out a lot. Everyone around here had the usual hair colors: golden blonde, raven, brunette, and yeah, a few strawberry-blondes here and there while Elsa… while Elsa had her paler-than-platinum hair.

Elsa took a deep breath. Her long hair was swept up in her usual braid, but now, Elsa felt that that made her stand out even more so. She undid the braid and let her hair flow in long, platinum waves down her back and cascading gracefully down to nearly her waist. Her hair had the slightest of natural curliness to it, and Elsa ran a hand through her soft locks with a sort of wistfulness.

Elsa quickly picked up her Rosethorn uniform. It consisted of a crisp white blouse, a black, knee-length skirt complete with a belt, and a leather jacket. The uniform was utterly business, and Elsa, with some distaste, put it on. She pulled the leather jacket on her, and it fit her snugly. She took a deep breath and ran a comb through her hair. It was… acceptable at the very least, right?

Elsa hurried back to the kitchen with her suitcase to see Anna, all suited up, with a suitcase of her own. Anna's overall feelings seemed quite upbeat, and Elsa didn't want to ruin her sister's excitement. Anna smiled, and Elsa smiled back, but the smile did not reach her eyes. Elsa locked eyes with her sister. Azure met crystalline. They had done this many times before, and Elsa was glad, that even through everything, they still bonded like this.

"Are you excited?" Elsa asked.

"Definitely!" Anna exclaimed ecstatically.

The two headed outside. Elsa's breath created a cloud. It was cold. Elsa locked the door behind them. They were going to live at the academy now. She stared at the old wooden door wistfully as Anna tugged on her arm. Her parents headed to work very early in the morning, but Elsa felt that they should've at least come to say good-bye to her and Anna. Oh well. It was just as well. The girls had to learn to be independent.

"Come on, Elsa," Anna urged.

Elsa's vivid gaze slid over to her sister. She nodded. "Alright. Let's go."

The girls walked over to the Rosethorn bus stop. They made a very conspicuous pair indeed. With Elsa's wintry platinum hair and Anna's strawberry-blonde locks, both were very noticeable—especially when they were together. The bus pulled up, and a wistful smile curled up onto Elsa's delicate full lips. Anna practically sprinted into the bus whereas Elsa stepped up in a smooth, polite manner. The girls seated themselves somewhere in the middle—it was the only seat they could agree on considering the fact that Elsa liked sitting in the back where she could read alone whereas Anna craved the front for the attention.

The bus itself was very clean—it gave Elsa the same feel that the uniform gave her: brisk, competent, and graceful. Everyone was dressed in the uniform, and Elsa shifted uncomfortable as she sat in her window seat. She heard voices to the side of her and tilted her head to see two graceful figures. They were both girls and were undeniably very good friends.

One had extremely long golden-blonde hair that was twisted into a long braid that draped at her feet. Ribbons wove in and out of the girl's hair, and Elsa could've sworn that the black and white ribbons would've been flowers if not for the school's briskness. The girl had pale, jade-green eyes, and Elsa felt herself redden as the girl caught her gaze. But the girl merely nodded in a show of a polite acquaintance. Elsa nodded back in greeting, and the other girl turned back to her best friend.

The long-haired girl's friend was very conspicuous. She had a dark complexion and was very pretty. Her raven-black hair cascaded gracefully down her back, and she had full lips that were glossed to perfection. A perpetually cool smile played on her lips, and her eyes were chocolate-brown. Her build was lithe and graceful, and Elsa found herself feeling wistful.

"But Rapunzel," the raven-haired girl was saying, "you know that Flynn said that he would be out of town for the first few days. There's no way he's going to make it at Rosethorn until... say, a week or two. I mean, you know how Flynn is." The girl shook her head in disapproval. "You have bad taste in guys. If you want to check someone out, you should be checking out Jackson Overland."

The long-haired girl, Rapunzel, was practically gushing. No, scratch that, Rapunzel was gushing. "Jack is literally the hottest, Tiana," she said. "But you know I've got a thing for Flynn. He's got the most handsome face ever!" Rapunzel sighed dreamily. "I mean, Jack is hot and all. I mean, his eyes alone are the frostiest of blues, and his hair is the color of snowflakes, but Flynn is just so dreamy!"

"Is to!" Tiana argued. "I mean, Flynn's got the weirdest face in history!"

"No, he doesn't!" Rapunzel protested. "His gaze is smoky."

"Flynn's ego is as big as the bottles of hair gel he uses each day!" Tiana fumed.

Elsa found herself smiling at the girls' conversation. She turned back to the window, hiding her smile. The smile felt unnatural on her face—maybe because it was the first genuine smile she had smiled in a long time. She took a deep breath. Perhaps Rosethorn Academy wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. Maybe it would be fun, too.

"Elsa, we're almost there!" Anna squealed gleefully.

Elsa peered out the window to see Rosethorn Academy. It was vast and grand. It looked more like a palace than an academy, but it was beautiful in a sort of dark way. Crimson-colored roses decorated the exterior of several towers, and Elsa felt her breath get caught as the bus pulled up and came to a brisk stop at the academy. Freshly fallen snow decorated the academy, adding a wonderful winter touch. Elsa blushed. Talk about starting junior year in a vast academy when you had spent the first two years of high school in a small little school. It was a huge change.

"Hello, and welcome to Rosethorn Academy!" a petite voice called out. Elsa peered through crowds of students to see a very elegant woman. She had a kind but all business face with soft pearly-white hair in a pixie cut. She was wearing formal clothes branded with the Rosethorn Academy logo, which was an intricate rose with the black letters "RA" on top of it. "For all of you who don't know me, I'm Fairy Godmother," the woman said in her soft tone.

Elsa exchanged a glance with Anna, who merely shrugged. Elsa heard a voice behind her.

"Is she some sort of joke?"

Elsa stiffened and shifted slightly so that her pale, platinum hair fell over her face like an angelic curtain. She had a clear—inasmuch as that could be considering her hair was covering her face—view of who had said it. It was a boy, and he had a boastful smirk on his face. His hair was crisp and white as freshly fallen snow—even paler than Elsa's. His eyes were a wonderfully frosty blue, but there was something about his tone that Elsa did not like.

"I mean, is 'Fairy Godmother' seriously her name?" Frosty Eyes continued. "It's a joke, right?" His friends laughed, and some other students turned to look at him. The statement itself wasn't nice at all, but Frosty Eyes seemed to have a charisma that drew others to him. Everyone was either smiling at the boy or laughing. Even Anna was hiding a smile. Elsa scowled. What was Frosty Eyes' deal?

"Jack," said a boy next to Frosty Eyes, "do you remember that time you put that hamster on her computer?"

Frosty Eyes—or Jack, as the other boy had said his name was—snickered. "Well duh, Eric. Man, you remember how high she screamed, right?" Jack cleared his throat in a massive gesture that earned some snorts of laughter from guys and giggles from girls. Then, Jack screamed in a really high-pitched voice. Laughter erupted across the clearing, and Jack looked very pleased with himself.

Elsa turned away, scowling. Two seconds into the academy, and she already found someone she resented. Great. Just great.

"Everyone, please go to your dorms and settle down. Classes will start tomorrow. You will all be expected to attend them with the proper attire and whatnot," Fairy Godmother said, apparently oblivious to Jack's comment. It was either that, or Fairy Godmother simply didn't care about a high school boy's verdicts and comments. Elsa smiled. She liked the Fairy Godmother. Her spirit was certainly bold, a quality Elsa would've liked to have.

Elsa split paths with Anna—each student had their own dorm because apparently, Rosethorn Academy was big enough to hold everyone in it—and headed over to her own room. The room was pretty big—it had enough room for Elsa to pace in. There was a little balcony, and a huge bed. There was a small washroom and a magnificent closet. The washroom's floor was tiled to perfection, and a woody scent emanated from every single room. It was rather reassuring.

The whole room itself was quite impressive. The bathroom was a pattern of black and white. Black and whites decorated the ground as a black and white striped pattern decorated the walls of the bathroom. But there were hints of crimson—like the cap of a perfume bottle or the doorknobs—that made everything stand out like a fine piece of art. Rubies were ingrained into the tub, making it sparkle, and the lights glowed with a vibrant crimson, sending crimson light to brighten the room.

"They really thought of everything," Elsa murmured to herself as she headed back to her room. Her bed was on one side of the dorm, and there was a couch and flat-screen TV on the other side. It was like living in luxury. No, scratch that. It was living in luxury—there was no 'like' about it considering the massive dorm. Elsa glanced over at the balcony. Its doorknobs glowed a vibrant scarlet in the bright morning light.

It was very generous of the Fairy Godmother to give them an entire day to get used to the place. Of course, although Elsa wanted to bathe in the luxury for the rest of the day, she knew that she had to give herself a quick tour of the academy—and considering its size, it would definitely take a while. No matter though. Elsa loved taking walks—it gave her a lot to ponder about.

She headed out of the dorm, locking it with a silver key that had rubies ingrained in the hilt. She slipped the key into her tote bag and pulled out the map that she had seen lying on the bed neatly which she had stuffed hastily in her bag. Elsa's eyes widened so much that she swore if she could see herself, she would see the whites around her crystalline irises. The map unraveled into something far more massive than Elsa had ever anticipated.

Elsa struggled with the map for a few minutes before she heard a voice call out, "Need some help there?"

Elsa turned to see someone. The girl had long, golden-blonde hair and unmistakable jade-green eyes. Elsa's eyes widened in recognition. A soft, shy smile curled up onto Elsa's lips as she turned to appraise the girl. "You're... Rapunzel, aren't you?" Elsa murmured, her attention off her map for a heartbeat. Rapunzel had a friendly air around her.

Rapunzel grinned. "Yup, that's me! You were that girl on the bus. What's your name?"

Elsa blushed, flustered. "My name is Elsa. Elsa Solange Wynters," Elsa said, reddening.

"Elsa," Rapunzel mused. "That's a pretty name." Rapunzel's grin widened. "And your last name fits you, too!"

"Thanks," Elsa murmured. She found her gaze turning to Rapunzel's too-long braided hair once more and blushed furiously once Rapunzel caught her gaze in a knowing way. "You have, um, very nice hair," Elsa said, feeling a bit awkward. Rapunzel's hair was a little more than just 'nice.' It was gorgeous, catching the sunlight and spinning around with a million shades of golden. It was an aura upon itself.

"Oh, thanks!" Rapunzel said brightly, grinning. "Let me show you around."

Elsa grinned. "Thanks!"

"So," Rapunzel said as she led Elsa to who knows where, "have you seen any cute guys around here? I mean, sure you just got here, like, five minutes ago, but all the guys are cute, right?" Rapunzel frowned, and Elsa struggled to keep up with the girl's fast talking. "I mean, everyone pretty much finds their soul mate here." Rapunzel sighed dreamily. "I know who I think is the one for me."

Elsa frowned. "I don't believe in soul mates," she said firmly.

Rapunzel looked disappointed. "Oh well." Then, she perked up. "That's what Ariel said. And then, she found Eric. They're dating now, and all Ariel does is gush about how handsome and nice he is. So you'll probably discover your soul mate by the end of the year. You know who my soul mate is? His name is Flynn Rider, and he is absolutely gorgeous!"

Elsa quirked an eyebrow. "Are guys supposed to be gorgeous?"

Rapunzel shrugged. "Guys can be whatever you want them to be, and—" Rapunzel's sharp gaze went dreamy as her gaze landed on someone ahead of them. Elsa looked up to see pale, snow-colored hair, wintry, frosty orbs, and a perpetual smirk. Elsa bit her lip to stop from scowling. Rapunzel smiled, waving. "Hey, Jack. What's up?" Rapunzel was uncharacteristically silent.

Jack grinned, eyes flashing. "Hey, Rachel," he said.

"Rapunzel," Rapunzel corrected, still grinning like a fool.

"Right," Jack said coolly. "Rapunzel. Long hair. Green eyes." He winked, and Elsa tried to ignore the fury that swarmed in her stomach. This—this jerk didn't even know Rapunzel's name, and Rapunzel was just gushing over him? Rosethorn Academy was all sorts of crazy. Jack's gaze flicked to Elsa before he turned back to Rapunzel. "Who's your friend?"

"That's Elsa," Rapunzel said. "Elsa Solange Wynters."

"Ah," Jack said, his sharp gaze boring into Elsa's. "Aren't you just a little snow queen?" he said, voice the tiniest bit mocking. Elsa bit her lip, resisting the overwhelmingly strong urge to punch Jack's pretty face. How would his pretty face look with a bruise the size of her fist? Of course, there was no one Elsa was going to get expelled from Rosethorn Academy on her first day, so she held her tongue and merely curled her fists. "You know," Jack mused, "your middle name should be 'Snow Queen.' Elsa Snow Queen Wynters." His smirk grew. "Has a nice ring to it."

Elsa stiffened. "Are you always trying to seek approval?" she asked icily.

Jack's cocky demeanor became colder. His gaze bore into hers. "What's your problem?" he said, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Can't you take a joke, Snow Queen?"

"For your information, my name is Elsa, and you didn't mean it as a joke. You wanted to make fun of me. Don't you have anything better to do?" Elsa said, crossing her arms. Jackson Overland was really pissing her off now. "But I guess you'd know all about problems considering"—Elsa looked at him head to toe—"that."

Jack looked mad now. "Who do you think you are?"

"Someone who wants nothing to do with you," Elsa said, injecting genuine steel in her voice.

Jack's gaze grew frosty. "Then you're a hell of a lot more stupid than I thought you were," Jack snapped.

"You don't think I'm stupid at all," Elsa said frostily. "You're just trying to soothe your hurt pride. But I guess you have the rest of the academy to stomp upon, right? Well, alright. Do what you want with them—at least they"scorn dripped off the word 'they'—"enjoy it. But stay away from me. You have enough play things here."

Jack's hands curled into fists. "Oh, you do not want to mess with me."

"Doesn't seem like there's much to mess with," Elsa said, feeling stupid at saying that. Somehow, this—this sadistic person could draw furious emotions from within Elsa, causing her to explode. She considered herself as this shy girl, and she wanted to keep a low profile. That was all out the window. Jack seemed like one of the most popular kids, and... he could make others shun her considering his charisma.

But there was no backing out now.

Jack's gaze narrowed as it landed on her. They locked gazes, and Elsa shivered at the iciness in his beautiful, frosty orbs. As much as Elsa hated him, she had to admit that he was the very apt definition of hot. Snow-colored hair, beautiful, long-lashed, frosty orbs for eyes, narrow face and cheekbones, pale complexion that complemented the rest of him.

But then, all of a sudden, his narrowed gaze widened. He frowned, as if he was truly scrutinizing her. Elsa felt her palms heat under his gaze. It was like his gaze was searing right through her eyes, right through her heart and into her soul. Elsa would usually blush at the intensity of a guy's gaze—a incredibly hot guy's gaze—on her, but this time, she didn't. She merely observed him, too. Jack Overland was hotter than he had any right to be.

His gaze narrowed. Then, he turned to Rapunzel and nodded at her, smirk and charm tuned back on. "See ya, Ronnie." Then, he turned to Elsa, and his gaze darkened, as if he thought that she was a puzzle that he just couldn't figure out. A sneer curled onto his lips as he stared at her, and Elsa felt herself heat up under his gaze. Then, he brushed past her, disappearing into the dark abyss.

"It's Rapunzel!" Rapunzel called after him, and Jack merely raised a hand that showed that he heard. Elsa felt herself flush furiously as she saw Rapunzel stare at her. "You just stood up Jackson Overland, one of the hottest guys in the universe. Elsa, I've never seen him look at a girl like that. Usually, it's like he's checking them out, but for you? It was different."

Elsa shook her head firmly. "Yeah, it was. He hates me." She glanced away and mumbled, "I don't know why I did all that. That's not like me."

Rapunzel whistled. "You know, if you didn't hate him, and if he didn't hate you, you two would make a pretty cute couple." Elsa's jaw dropped, and she could only open and close her mouth like a fish for several heartbeats. "I mean, you two look great for each other. He's like... the snow king or something, and you're—like he said—the snow queen."

Elsa shuddered. "Don't say that ever again."

"Come on," Rapunzel said, mouth twisting into a smile. "You seriously can't think that you two don't look made for each other."

"Appearances can be deceiving," Elsa said dismissively.

"I guess," Rapunzel said with a small shrug. Then, she perked up once more. "Come on, we were supposed to go to the library!"

Elsa stifled a laugh. Rapunzel's mood changes sure are crazy.

Behind Her Smile

Elsa smiled as Rapunzel led her out of the science class. She glanced at her watch. It read 12:14 in emerald numbers. Elsa turned to Rapunzel. "I believe you've showed me every single room except for the cafeteria," she mused. Rapunzel laughed and led Elsa towards the lunch room. Elsa's jaw dropped as they entered. The cafeteria was seriously... the largest room in the entire academy.

"It takes up nearly a whole floor," Rapunzel explained, clearly pleased at Elsa's reaction. Rapunzel then led Elsa to one of the many lunch lines. Rapunzel pointed at the spaghetti. "That you've got to try. Want some? It's the best thing in the world. The other stuff will just seem second-class compared to that," Rapunzel said, already ordering two bowls of the stuff.

Elsa grinned at Rapunzel's enthusiasm. It was utterly contagious. "Why did you ask me if you weren't going to give me a choice?"

Rapunzel cocked her head. "You're right."

"Of course I am—but on what again?"

Rapunzel grinned at Elsa's brief cockiness. "The thing about me not giving you a choice."

Elsa let Rapunzel lead her to a table and was mildly surprised to see Anna there as well, chatting animatedly. Anna looked up as Elsa arrived and squealed, "Elsa!" Elsa felt everyone's gazes on her as Anna leapt up from her seat and threw her arms around Elsa. Elsa embraced her sister back, enjoying the brief moment of comfort.

Rapunzel pointed at the circle of people, who were all wearing the Rosethorn Academy uniform. "That's Tiana, of course, you already know her. That's Belle, that's Ariel, that's Cinderella—we call her Ella—that's Toothiana—we call her Tooth— and that's Aurora." The girls chorused a greeting to Elsa. "And you already know Anna, right? She's your sister, right?"

Elsa nodded and turned to see the girls. They seemed around her age, which was 16. Anna was a sophomore, but apparently, she rose quickly in the social ranks. Belle had pretty skin and long, dark hair with dark eyes to match. Belle's eyes were kind and welcoming. Ariel had a shock of red hair that cascaded gracefully down her back with wide, teal eyes. It was like someone had meshed together the brilliant colors of Rapunzel's and Jack's eyes to fabricate those teal gems. A shell bracelet was on Ariel's wrist, and Ariel seemed like the adventurous type.

On the other side of the table was Cinderella—or Ella, as Rapunzel had said. Ella had golden-blonde hair—a shade slightly darker than Rapunzel's own hair—and long-lashed blue eyes. Ella had the sort of family-ish feel to her. Tooth had dark hair in a pixie cut that was dyed blue, teal, and gold in parts of it. It was a unique hairstyle. Aurora had golden-blonde hair and soft eyes that looked gray or blue depending on the lighting.

But as conversation between the other girls progressed, Elsa felt so separate from their universe. They were all beautiful and proper, and Elsa was just... Elsa. She joined in conversation several times but still felt that some loneliness—which was surreal considering the fact that she was surrounded by new friends—if she could call them that.

Elsa took her first, tentative bite of her spaghetti. She turned to Rapunzel and grinned. "Wow, this is really good!"

"Isn't it?" Rapunzel said smugly.

Elsa grinned and dug into her spaghetti. Of course, she ate it swiftly and neatly, like how everyone was eating: brisk and petite. At least she had one thing down—even if it was as ridiculous as eating. Elsa found herself taking comfort in the chatter of the girls around her—even if she wasn't partaking in the conversation herself.

And then, Aurora ruined it.

"Jack Overland is so hot!"

Elsa groaned as Aurora spoke those words. "Not you, too!"

Aurora quirked an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Everyone here thinks that Jack is the greatest thing in the world!" Elsa exclaimed. "He's just some stuck up idiot who deserves to rot in a jail cell." Elsa mentally smacked herself. She buried her face in her hands. "Why does everyone let him push them around? It's like they can't move or talk around him. What's with him?"

Ella giggled. "But he is cute."

"And those eyes," Belle agreed, sighing contentedly.

"They're just eyes," Elsa said, unconvinced.

"Come on, Else," Anna said. "He's the history teacher's teacher's assistant!"

"Why do you dislike him anyway?" Aurora said, shrugging a little. "I mean, he's hot, and he's confident—the way he carries himself is just so..." Elsa felt like saying obnoxious, but Aurora merely said, "Breathtaking. And his hair is just the perfect shade of white, and his eyes are the pale glacier blue of ice. You can't say that's not admirable."

"Rory," Elsa said, sighing, "Rapunzel and I had a run-in with Overland earlier today."

"And you never told us!" Ariel exclaimed, her voice pitched up to almost a shriek. Her voice seemed musical, and Elsa smiled at the adventurous girl. As Ariel spoke her next words, her voice went lower. "Spill." Elsa didn't know that one word could hold so much power over her. But Elsa just froze, unable to utter even a few words. Her mind was going uhhhhhh.

"We were heading to the library—well, I was taking Elsa there because, you know, she's new and all," Rapunzel said in her quick, rambling way. "And Jack Freaking Overland just came, and he was like 'what's up' in his husky voice!" Rapunzel gushed. "And then, he was saying hi to Elsa when she totally went up in his face and said 'what's your problem?!'" Rapunzel paused. "No, wait, that's not how it went—it was Jack who said that because Elsa completely blew him off!"

"You blew off Jack Overland?!" Belle gawked.

Elsa shifted uncomfortably. "He's a boy, and he's a jerk."

"Say what you want," Anna said. "Jack is hot."

"But only you guys would think that," Elsa mumbled, feeling shy and conspicuous once more. She lowered her gaze until her gaze landed on another table—where Jack was sitting at. A ring of people sat around him, eyes trained on him like he was the best thing in the universe—in their eyes, he probably was. Disgust roiled up in Elsa's stomach.

Jack shifted slightly, and their gazes locked. He scowled, and his frosty gaze darkened as they locked eyes. And this time, Elsa studied his eyes. There weren't blue—no, not exactly. They were the frostiest of blues, so yeah, the pale blue of glacier ice worked, as Aurora had said. They were dazzling, and they were the perfect crystalline—the perfect wintry blue.

Then, he turned away, continuing to talk with his friends and admirers. Elsa scowled and turned back to her... friends. Maybe she could call them that. But it still felt awkward on her tongue. She felt herself flush furiously, and she felt everyone's gazes burning on her. She took a deep breath. "You saw the hatred in his eyes, right?" she said.

"Wow," Rapunzel mused. "I really haven't seen him hate anyone before."

"That's because no one has hated him before," Tiana scoffed. She turned to Elsa. "You're special."

"Not so sure so much as special as allegedly crazy or eccentric," Elsa mumbled.

But the image of Jackson Overland's frosty orbs stayed in her mind throughout the whole meal.

Behind Her Eyes

"What's up with that?"

Jack turned over to Naveen, who was staring at an angelic figure perched gracefully on a chair, surrounding by her little circle of friends. Jack's gaze narrowed as his gaze landed on Elsa Solange Wynters. It was ironic that Jack could sometimes forget his own friends' names and remember the name of a girl he just met. It was completely out of wack.

But there was something about this Elsa girl that caught Jack's attention.

She was beautiful—of course, it was the kind of beautiful that was like Elsa didn't know that she was beautiful, which somewhat made her more ethereal. But that wasn't it. Her eyes, long-lashed and crystalline, were wide and... too perfect. Jack scowled and turned back to his friends. "Don't know," he mumbled. "Just some chick playing hard to get."

"Doesn't seem like it, man," Eric mused. "She seems to genuinely hate you."

Jack scoffed. "How could someone hate this?" He swept a hand up and down his body.

"You look like you want to impress her or something," Charm said, grinning. "Want to borrow my cupcake recipe? Chicks dig guys who can cook."

Jack scoffed once more. "Oh please." He pointed at his face. "This is all it takes to impress women."

"True dat," Hans said, his fiery hair fanned around his rugged face.

Jack crossed his arms, wearing his favorite proud smirk on his face. But he found his gaze turning back to Elsa Wynters. She looked so innocent. Then, Jack realized what it was. She was too innocent—no one could be that innocent. But that... there was something else. Jack searched her gaze and nearly fell over when he noticed her gaze locked on his.

"What's up with that?" Naveen echoed, quirking an eyebrow.

"I don't know," Jack mumbled.

"Looks like she's admiring your eyes," Eric said doubtfully.

Jack shrugged. "Why would she do that?"

"You tell me."

Hans grinned devilishly. "It's because, why of course, you have nice eyes." Jack resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Of course he had great eyes! But that didn't explain why the girl that hat—disliked him was admiring his eyes. Of course, they were wonderful eyes, consisting of brilliant ceruleans and azures and crystallines.

Jack sighed and crossed his arms cockily. "I'm going to go for a walk. Maybe spray some graffiti on the walls," he added in his usually cocky tone. His friends grinned, and Jack strolled out of room. Of course, he glanced over at Elsa's table for a heartbeat to realized that she wasn't there anymore. He frowned but promptly dismissed his thoughts and headed out towards the garden.

For all his big talk, he really did love the garden. It was peaceful, and it was empty—

"What are you doing here!" he yelled as he entered the garden.

Elsa's gaze slid over to his. "I came for—why should I tell you?"

"God, you can stop acting like you hate me," Jack said, scowling. "It's getting old, and frankly, my friends are getting weird with all that."

"Oh? Am I ruining your 'big, bad-boy' reputation?" Elsa sneered.

"My reputation was already built," Jack snarled. "It's yours that remains to be seen."

"Is that a threat?" Elsa demanded.

Jack whirled around towards her, gaze burning like a crystalline pool of fire. "It's not a threat," he spat out, wondering how one girl could make him feel so pissed. She was a girl, not a drunk Hans. "It's more of a warning," he snarled, "so stop with the game and just get out of here! Why did you show your face here?"

Elsa stared back unflinchingly. "Well, you're stuck with me—whether you like it or not."

"There are other academies," Jack said bitterly, walking towards his favorite patch of rosemary. "Why choose this one?"

"Scholarship," Elsa answered stiffly. "Life isn't fair."

There was something haunted in her eyes that Jack had never noticed before. Perhaps she wasn't as innocent as he thought she was. His fingers trailed across the frost-laced flower before he turned his frosty gaze back to her. "I don't understand—I don't comprehend how you, someone I never knew existed until today, could make me feel so impossibly outraged!"

"Well, sucks to be you," Elsa shot back snarkily. "And why are you here?"

Jack glared. "This is the best academy around."

Elsa rolled her glacier-pale eyes. "I meant why are you in the garden?"

"You don't own the garden—I'm entitled to my rights here just as you are," he said, not bothering with his cocky tone this time. He didn't need to waste his breath on this—this girl. The wind billowed through his snowy-white hair, and he saw it flow through her platinum blonde hair, making her look like a snow angel. An incredibly frustrating snow angel.

How dare this girl taint the garden?

Did she have any idea who he was? No, apparently not.

"Stop staring at me like that," Elsa snapped.

Jack's head snapped. He was watching her? Again? Jack scowled and turned away, trying to ignore her haunting blue eyes. Ugh. Did she piss everyone off at first glances, or was he just special enough for this? "I'm not staring at you," he muttered darkly. "Why don't you just leave?" he demanded, not looking at her. Perhaps it was because no one really stood up to him—perhaps this was what made her different.

But being different here wasn't something to be proud of.

"Why don't you?" she shot back angrily. "Don't you have your crowd of friends to hang out with?"

Jack glanced at her for one excruciating heartbeat and snarled, "Are you always this impossible?!"

"Are you always this idiotic?" Elsa shot back coldly, voice completely devoid of any warmth whatsoever. Her voice was like nails on a chalkboard, but she seemed very calm indeed—seemed. In truth, Jack was sure that she was as mad as he was—even though she had no right to be—but he wasn't about to acknowledge that. Her glacier-pale eyes flashed with annoyance.

Jack then decidedly, very simply, that he was just wasting his breath.

One girl hating him didn't mean anything. He was still the popular, outgoing jock he very well knew he was. And this Elsa girl was not going to change his—quoting Elsa—'big, bad boy' reputation. And he was very much sure that she knew that, too. So, the real question was why was she even trying? The girl was wasting her own time as well as his, which was completely unacceptable in his world.

Jack cast one final dark look at her before making his leave.

Honestly, one girl didn't change his status. Certainly one girl wasn't going to bother him like this.

Behind Her Smile

"Look who finally decided to show his face!"

Jack strode back into the cafeteria and lifted his head at Aladdin's outraged face... Along with the rest of his friends' outraged faces. "It wasn't my fault!" Jack said cockily, crossing his arms defiantly and striding towards them confidently. "Besides, I have my business, and you have yours." A delighted smile crept up on Jack's lips. "Are you saying you guys missed me? Awh, that's so sweet," he said sarcastically.

But even Jack couldn't ignore the stream of warmth rising up in his chest.

For all their idiocy and ignorance, they were very good friends.

"We are just the sweetest things ever, aren't we?" Hans mused.

Eric scoffed. "He was using sarcasm, idiot."

Hans shot Jack a look that said something like, someone left their brain back at home. Jack cracked a smile, feeling better already. See? He didn't need a stupid—though very beautiful—girl to ruin his day. Jack yawned, which meant something like, please stop wasting my time. I'm Jack Overland, most godly and important person in the world. Jack narrowed his frosty orbs into slits. "You guys are going to burn this academy to the ground."

"Oh please!" Naveen scoffed. "You're an incompetent piece of dung that's going to kill this place."

Jack shrugged. "Whatever tickles your peach."

Charm rolled his eyes. "All of you are going to ravage this place—I'll be happily out of the crossfire, thank you very much."

"Yeah, because you're so pathetically loyal," Jack scoffed.

"I am, aren't I?" Charm said, puffing out his chest.

Jack let his favorite perpetual smirk play on his lips. He let a yawn escape his lips and called, "I'm going to hit the sack." He stood up and glanced at his plate of food. "You guys'll do away with that, right?" Not bothering to wait for an answer, Jack strode out, winking at a few girls here and there, who blushed furiously and chattered among themselves.

"It's a pity that so many girls lay their eyes on you, yet you only have flings with them and let them get lost."

Jack turned to his side to see none other than Flynn Rider. Jack smirked. "I thought you were away."

"Well, turns out," Flynn said, shoving his hands into his pockets, "I get to come back." He smirked, gaze narrowed in playful concentration. "I wanted to see Rapunzel." He nodded at a group of girls. Jack turned and saw Rapunzel with her undeniably long hair. And by Rapunzel was the girl Jack resented with a passion. Elsa Solange Wynters. They were talking about one thing or another, but Elsa was the one who was quiet. Maybe she was just louder around Jack—maybe he was just the exception.

Of course, he had been told that he was the greatest thing.

Call him arrogant, but it really wasn't Jack's fault. In his defense, he was only cocky because of what his fellow friends and acquaintances told him. 'Oh Jackson Overland, you're so handsome!' 'Oh Jack, the history teacher couldn't have chosen a better teacher's assistant!' 'Oh Jack Overland, you're practically perfect in every way possible. Hell, you are perfect in every way possible!' Was it sad that his classmates worshipped him more than they worshipped Fairy Godmother? Yes. But who was he to crush their admiration?

"Hey, Jack," Flynn said, nodding at someone at a corner. "Looks like yet another girl has caught her eyes on you."

Jack followed his best friend's gaze to a rather pretty lone figure. Her alabaster skin shone in the dim light, and her dark-as-night hair was curled in a pixie cut. Her amber or crimson eyes—it was impossible to tell due to her straying in a dark corner—glowed like a pool of fire. Snow White. Jack's gaze met hers for one, brief moment. Snow blushed and looked away.

"I'm cool," Jack said, shrugging.

"Of course you are," Flynn scoffed. "You're Jack Frost. You're always cool. Get it?"

Jack wrinkled his nose. "Bad pun."

"Your name was made for puns," Flynn declared.

"I'm just perfect," Jack said, shooting a smug grin at his Flynn. Flynn rolled his dark eyes, and Jack yawned. "Are you stalking me? Might I add again? You know, I like girls, not guys. I'm not some gay fool, Rider. Besides, don't you want to do something with your girlfriend or something?" Jack turned to Rapunzel, who was deep in conversation with her friends. But there was a seriousness in Rapunzel's eyes. The rest looked stricken. What was up?

"Are you trying to ditch me?" Flynn faked an offended gasp. "I know when I'm not wanted."

"Then why're you still here?" Jack asked, smirking.

"You're right," Flynn said, nodding. He patted Jack's back. "See ya, sucker."

Jack waved and strode out of the cafeteria, a smile on his face. He was genuinely glad that Flynn was back—even if the love of Flynn's life was associated with the person, the only person might Jack add, that Jack hated—and through Flynn's faults, he did think of Flynn like a brother. Of course, Jack was definitely the more handsome brother, but let's gloss over that.

And after Flynn's visit, Jack really didn't feel like hitting the sack.

So Jack went to the garden, praying that Elsa wasn't there. Perhaps his prayers had been answered—because the garden was still in its pristine condition—and better yet, no one—not even Elsa Wynters—was there. Jack felt like whooping with joy but knew better than to do that. He headed over to his favorite patch of rosemary and curled a stem around a finger. The aroma of currant wafted in the air, mixed with oranges and lavenders. It was utterly tantalizing.

Jack yawned and plucked a few petals from a rose, letting them drop to the ground like feathers. He remembered doing an experiment with a feather. He had dropped a feather and a coin at the same time, and, of course, due to gravity, the coin had dropped like that. The feather had taken longer in its journey. But when Jack had put both items in a container and sucked all of the air out of the container and dropped both, both the coin and the feather had landed at the same time.

Jack knew the principles of gravity and air and whatnot, but that didn't mean that the feather dropping at the same time as the coin looked natural.

Jack picked up a fistful of petals and crushed them in his hands. He had come to the garden as an escape—and that had worked for the first bit. It had distracted him for Elsa Wynters—god, even thinking her name caused Jack to heat up with rage—but only for a moment. Jack plucked up more petals and crushed them. Then, he rubbed his hands together, letting the petals fall. He stomped on them, thinking that it would be like crushing Elsa—she sure was delicate.

Or, at least, she looked delicate. The girl had a fiery spirit that made Jack feel outraged.

Then, the door to the garden opened, and someone slipped in before the door slammed again. The figure in the Rosethorn Academy uniform sank to the ground, burying her face in her hands. Jack was about to ask what was wrong until realization of who it was hit him square in the face. It was Elsa 'Snow Queen' Wynters. He watched her and felt a sneer curl up onto his lips. "What are you doing here?" he demanded.

Elsa looked up, eyes like blue fire. She looked absolutely furious and upset that if Jack didn't hate her so much, he would've felt sorry for her. As it was... not so much. Elsa was a bitch, and she didn't deserve his pity. "Sorry for interrupting you oh so busy schedule of mocking others to make yourself feel better about yourself," Elsa said sarcastically.

Jack sneered, but his heart wasn't into it. Sure, Jack liked fun things and all, but he didn't want to bite at her when she was upset. He had done that once to Flynn when Flynn wasn't in the mood—and this was when Jack was feeling bitter towards Flynn—and Jack had felt horrible for hours afterward. Jack sighed. "An answer for an answer," he said.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Elsa demanded, glaring.

Jack glared back. "Just as I said: an answer for an answer."

Elsa sighed, finally resigned. "Fine. What do you want to know?"

"What's... wrong?" he said coldly.

She glared, angry attitude back. "What? So you can mock me?"

"No, I might be a jerk in your eyes, but that doesn't mean I can't feel compassion," Jack snapped. "So if you can stop drowning in your self pity for five minutes, maybe you'll tell Jack Overland a little something to get it off your chest." Jack crossed his arms and gingerly took a seat by her. "I don't like seeing people in pain—even if I hate you, because deep down, even though I hate you, I know you're not the enemy."

Elsa bit her lip. "You're Jackson Overland. Why would you care?"

"I don't, but you do," Jack said stiffly.

"Fine," Elsa said, biting her lip. And then, she said something like, "Ijustfoundoutthatmyparentsdied."

"What?" Jack said, not quite getting it. "Repeat that again?"

Elsa hadn't cried before—she was shaking and all, but she didn't cry—that is, not until now. Tears—crystalline and pale—slid down her face, and Jack felt really awkward. Okay, maybe he regretted finding out what that mysterious 'something' was if he knew it was going to lead to Elsa having a meltdown right in front of him. Of course, considering that she hated him, she probably wouldn't want him to see her weak.

So long story short, whatever happened must've been serious.

Elsa took a deep breath, hands shaking. Her gaze was trained on the ground as she sagged against the door. "I just found out that my parents died. There was a fire or something, and my parents were working on something, and—" Elsa cut herself off, burying her face in her hands. "Well, maybe not both," she said stiffly. "There was just chaos, but I know at least one is dead."

Jack was uncharacteristically quiet. "T-that's terrible."

"I don't expect you to care," Elsa said quietly.

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't," Jack said, stricken as he remembered his own past. "My mother died, and when she did, my father abandoned me," Jack said coldly.

"Why don't you like seeing people in pain?" Elsa asked quietly. He went silent, and she glared. "Answer for answer, remember?"

Jack took a deep breath. "When I was younger, my mother took me to her work place. She was a doctor, and she was performing a surgical operation. I saw the needles in the guy, so the whole experience was pretty traumatic for a kid of six," Jack said bitterly. "I never got over my fear of needles ever since—because I heard and saw how much pain the guy was. It was the worst feeling in the world, not being able to do anything about it. But I can do something for you, even if it isn't much."

"But you were six," Elsa said slowly. "You expected yourself to do something..?"

"Hey, it was one question," Jack half-teased, but in his mind, he was reliving that horrific memory.

Elsa stood up. "I'm better now. Thanks."

Jack scoffed. "Just don't ask me for help ever again. That was weird."

Elsa looked hurt. "I didn't ask you. Forget me thanking you," she snapped, her fingers on the handle of the door. She shot him one final icy glare before slipping through the door and disappearing through the corridor. Jack glared after her, but that glare slipped off his face once she left. She was certainly a mysterious girl. What else did she hide behind her smile?

And even though he hated her, he couldn't help but wonder.

Elsa was a challenge—and Jack did relish his challenges.

Behind Her Smile

Elsa was back in her dorm. She sank into her bed, feeling so lost. She could still remember Anna's haunting tears. Rapunzel and the others had comforted Anna—but Elsa was far more aloof. She felt like she was crumbling into pieces on the inside, but no one could tell. No one except for... for Jackson Overland, the godly guy that Elsa couldn't help but hate.

Was the universe seriously this cruel? Cruel enough to kill off one of her parents—maybe both—and make Elsa make her first enemy on her first day at Rosethorn Academy?

Elsa stared at the ceiling. Jack was... more or less an orphan. Was that why he wanted to rise so high up in the social class? So he could be surrounded by people who wanted to be near him because of status? Did anyone really know the real Jack Overland? Did Jack's best friend Flynn Rider—who was Rapunzel's boyfriend or soulmate or whatever—really know Jack? Or did Jack just let Elsa see this tiny piece of him?

Elsa, why are you amusing yourself with such traitorous thoughts? Elsa chastised herself mentally.

"Jack Overland and his stupid eyes," Elsa moaned.

Elsa glanced at the sky and wondered how many hours had past while she had been brooding and moping around. She glanced at the clock on her nightstand and was surprised though not shocked to see 4:53 glowing in its mocking, emerald numbers. How long had lunch been? Surely it had only been one or two hours. And then there was that thing that she did not know what to call with Jack... but that couldn't have taken very long, right?

"Elsa, you're a fool," Elsa told herself. Then, she felt stupid. "And now you're a fool that talks to yourself."

Elsa got up and stared at herself through an extravagant mirror. Her pale platinum hair was slightly messy—but in the way that didn't seem that messy, if that makes sense at all. Her eyes were still the same crystalline eyes, long-lashed and wide. She looked like she usually did. No, that's not quite right, Elsa thought ruefully as she studied her eyes once more. There was a sort of haunted feeling to them now, perhaps more so than usual.

Elsa took a deep breath and let her hair fall back into her face. "Take a deep breath, Elsa. The doctors will have more news tomorrow. There's no need to worry—no need to worry at all, because if you start freaking out, Anna will freak out even more, and you have to protect your sister. You have to hold your head high and keep your troubles locked inside." Elsa glanced at her hands. "Don't attract attention to yourself. Be who are when you weren't at Rosethorn Academy—that too-shy girl that goes unnoticed."

Somehow, Elsa didn't think that it would be that simple.

Elsa closed her eyes and opened them once more as a loud rap sounded on her door. She prayed that it would go away, but when it didn't and merely grew louder, Elsa merely twisted to her side and slammed a pillow on her head. "Elsa, I know you're in there!" called a familiar voice. Elsa sighed and got out of bed. She quickly smoothed her Rosethorn Academy uniform before striding to the door. She opened it a crack.

"Rapunzel?"

"Elsa!" Rapunzel said cheerfully, embracing Elsa swiftly—which was something Elsa did not expect but welcomed nonetheless. Rapunzel's perpetual grinned died away a little as she got a good look at Elsa's face. "Elsa, you might have everyone else here fooled, but I know that something is wrong." Rapunzel led Elsa inside the dorm and closed the door behind them. "Come on, you know you can tell me anything."

Elsa didn't tell Rapunzel the thing about Jack, but she did tell her about the whole parent incident and how she felt about it. Rapunzel listened silently with steady, concerned jade eyes, and Elsa's palms heated up at Rapunzel's sisterly concern. "And I guess I just don't know what I'm going to do now," Elsa said softly, turning to Rapunzel and admiring the way the light played in Rapunzel's eyes.

"Well don't worry, I'm here now," Rapunzel said. "I suggest that you should just take it easy for the rest of the day. Maybe watch a movie—not Vampire Academy, because that movie deals with the death of the main character's best friend's parents' deaths," Rapunzel said. Then, she must've noticed Elsa's uncertain look because she added, "You should watch some nice, cheesy movie and make yourself feel better. Hell, we can watch it together!"

Rapunzel ended up choosing Cloud 9, a snowboarding movie that was actually quite captivating. It told a story of a posh girl's life being turned upside down. There was romance and intrigue, and both Elsa and Rapunzel were crying by the time the movie was finished. And then they simply watched it again a few times just because. "That was so beautiful," Elsa breathed as the ending credits blared out on the screen.

"It is," Rapunzel agreed. "Now didn't I tell you that I'd cheer you up?"

Elsa grinned. "Yeah, you did. Thanks, Rapunzel."

"Rapunzel's a big of a mouthful," Rapunzel said with a small smile. "You think I could find a good nickname?"

Elsa's grin widened. "Your name is beautiful."

"It's long," Rapunzel sulked.

Elsa couldn't help but smile. "Like your hair. Now get out of here before the dorm matron notices that you're out of your dorm. It's nearly ten o'clock, and I'm not going to get expelled just because my best friend is caught in my room past curfew!" Elsa said, grinning. Rapunzel hugged her, and Elsa felt her smile even wider. Rapunzel headed towards Elsa's window. "W-what're you doing?" Elsa inquired.

"Going through the window," Rapunzel said, grinning like it wasn't a big feat at all. "My room is two floors up from yours, so there's that." Rapunzel's smile turned into something softer. "Elsa, you don't have to worry. But if you need a go-to-confidant, I'll always be here for you. But I'd better go before some idiot decides to lock up my window—it's happened before!"

"Take care of yourself," Elsa called as Rapunzel undid her braid and tossed her long, unraveled hair up to the balcony above them. It was so much longer now that it wasn't in its braid, and Elsa found herself wondering how Rapunzel cleaned and braided it each day. Then, Elsa decidedly very swiftly that maybe it was better that she didn't know.

"Always," Rapunzel said as she climbed up her own hair. It was amazing how natural it was for Rapunzel to do that. "See ya!"

Elsa felt a smile tug on her lips as Rapunzel disappeared into the night. Elsa closed her balcony doors, locking them for good measure. She stared out at the darkness, feeling fear. Elsa's old fear of the dark was something she was embarrassed of, and it was only because of Rapunzel that Elsa had been too distracted to notice how dark it was out.

Elsa quickly turned on a light and changed out of her Rosethorn Academy uniform and pulled on her favorite pajamas: a pale crystalline cloth with a pretty snowflake print on it. But as soon as Elsa turned off the light and slipped into bed, the dark was no longer her greatest fear. Because everything about Jackson Overland tumbled back to her, making her sweat and feel unnerved.

"He's just a boy," Elsa told herself as she yawned.

Jack might be just a boy, but he sure was a handsome one. Hair the color of the purest, freshest snow, irises the color of the most brilliant of blues and crystallines, pale, alabaster complexion, full lips. Lips that looked very much kissable. But it was his confident, cocky attitude that really irritated Elsa. And because of that, she learned to hate him. And because of that, she hated that he was that handsome. His handsome face flashed in her mind...

..and the image of Jack's beautiful eyes stayed with Elsa throughout the entire night.


QotD: How did I do on a scale of 1-10 on my first Frozen and RotG fanfiction?


A/N: Review your answer to the QotD! By the way, QotD stands for Question of the Day, so there's that. Well, that was pretty interesting to write. I probably wrote that in... roughly a day. Yep. Wow. And I just thought of that idea yesterday. So here you are: a product of something that comes from the dark and devious place I call my mind.

Please tell me how I did on this. I really don't know RotG though I hope I'll watch it someday—like, soon, I hope. So, this is going to pretty much be a Jelsa fic, as the cover states as well as the summary hints. I don't know. I'm not really good at summaries with that tiny little space, but there's that. Of course, the thing about Elsa's parents was bound to happen, though I didn't think that it would happen so soon.

And just to verify, this is my story. If anything from this story is similar to other stories, I'm very sorry, but I just randomly came up with this idea, so please don't blame me. And yes, Rosethorn Academy is based off of Rose Hathaway from Richelle Mead's Vampire Academy series. Because, um, you know, the 'Rose' part. Academy is just because in VA, there is ' 's Academy,' and I seriously did not want to put 'school' or something like that. So there's that.

Well, thanks for reading! Reviews are appreciated (criticism and praise) though not necessary. But what writer doesn't like reviews? ;)

~Darkwind