Woop, woop! Hello in there! Charlie here! Feel free to call me, Charlie? I had this idea wandering around my mind since a loooong time ago, but since I'm really insecure and lazy and… Well, yeah, that, I never really did it. At first, this was going to be French teacher Elsa, but since the only thing I can say in french is "omelette du fromage" then, I changed her to Literature.

First thing you should know about me, is that I'm not a native English speaker, and I don't have a beta, so, if you find some mistakes, I'm sorry!

However, I'd love to hear your comments about this and tell me what you think, ya? No more further distraction, it begins chapter 1.

I don't own Frozen or Disney, this is just a fanstory, and blah blah.

When the alarm clock started to sound, Elsa was already awake, looking through the subjects on her carpet and waiting for the time to go slower. It was the first day of school, and, even though Elsa was excited, she was terrified. It was the first time she was teaching to older students, senior students, to be more specific. She had always teach to young kids who were easy to get along with, the kind of children that went to a hug at the end of the class, but now, it was a whole new world. Elsa was a great teacher, she knew it, everyone knew it, if she wasn't, her new job at the Arendelle Private High School would be a mere fantasy, but after her first interview, she gained the respect and the confidence of the director. And, she was sure she would do a great job, but now, with three hours before her first class, her nerves were wrecking her up. She breathed in deeply, it couldn't be that hard, right? She just needed to have more confidence and look life a firm authority in front of her new students. Yes, it was easy peasy.

A slight knock on her door distracted her from her thoughts, but before she could even say a 'come in', the door was already open, letting enter her roommate (and best friend) Olaf, who was still on pijamas and with a plate on her hands. He smiled warmly before walking over the blonde to give her a peck on the cheek and leaving the plate with scrambled eggs and bacon in her little table beside her bed. He sat down in front of her and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for Elsa to say something, anything, but, when nothing came, he sighed lightly.

"So?" The man said, running a hand in his black hair, his dark eyes locking with Elsa's blue ones. "Excited for the new day in school? Nervous? Happy? Something? Come on Elsa, you need to tell me something!"

"I would tell you something if you stopped talking for a moment, Olaf." She chuckled, grabbing the plate and fork to give a little bite to her breakfast and her friend just sighed in faux disgust. "I'm fine… A little nervous, yes, but nothing to worry about. I can handle them, they're just teenagers in their last year of school before Uni, I'm sure they're easy to handle."

"Uh…" Olaf frowned. "I wouldn't really think they're easy to handle… Do you remember how you were on high school? You were a big problem in the ass!" Elsa rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the comment, though now memories of her in high school came running in her mind. Memories where she wore ripped jeans and skinny shirts, memories where she had her hair dyed blue and a piercing on her nose. Yes, she was a big problem for teachers, but, she knew that kids nowadays were more easy going, she could handle them, after all, her rebellious phase helped her knowing how trouble makers were. "I wouldn't be so confident, I mean, yes, but just be careful."

The blonde sighed and nodded with her head. "Yes, I will be careful… But, by the way! You're starting to work in that new fancy restaurant today, right?" When Olaf said an excited yes, Elsa left out a little laugh. "Good luck, my little chef."

"I don't need luck! I have talent!" Elsa rolled her eyes, a smile perking up in the corner of her mouth. "Anyways, I must be showering, and you must shower too. You don't want to be late, Miss Elsa. Damn, that sounds so wrong." Olaf stood up from the bed and gave the blonde another peck on the cheek before running towards the bathroom with a robe on his hand and bunny slippers on his feet. "Oh, Prince Charming called you last night when you were already asleep, I told him about your first day and he said that he would pick you up after his job. Anyways, you should call him, he seemed pretty excited."

After those words, Olaf ran into the bathroom, and few seconds later, the water started to run. Elsa finished her breakfast quickly, hoping that her friend didn't spent two hours just cleaning his hair. She got off the bed and walked towards her closet, picking up her clothes before dialing a number that had just a heart in it. She smiled a little when it started to sound and when a manly voice answered her, her smile was now full on her face.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty."

"Good morning, Hans." She said distantly, still swooning when she heard her fiancée's voice. "Did I woke you up?"

"No, no. I'm having breakfast, about to go to work. Are you ready for the first day on school?"

"I am… Nervous, but ready."

"I called you yesterday when you were already sleeping, I'm sorry. I told Olaf that I could pick you up after work, if that's okay for you?" Elsa said a little yes, and she could almost feel Hans' smile from the other side of the line. "Okay, then. Have a great day, beautiful. I love you."

"I love you too."

She threw her phone to the bed, a silly smile still on her features. Hans was the most amazing guy she could met. They started to date when they were on uni, she was a student from sociology, and he was an architect… Of course, their carriers had nothing to do with the other, but both of them had a friend in common, Flynn. He presented them in one of the many parties that he threw in his fraternity, and in one moment, they were crushed. He was so charming and a gentleman, that Elsa couldn't help to fall for him. He knew exactly what to say, how to say it, how to make her happy with just one word. And it was obvious that after a few dates, their relationship became something stronger. They had been together for more than four years, and, just in their fourth anniversary, Hans surprised her with an engagement ring. Which of course, made Elsa cry with happiness and say yes without any hesitation. Hans was everything she could ask for. Sweet, caring, he stood by her side always, he supported her, he was a true Prince Charming. That was the reason why Olaf called him that.

"Snowflake! The bathroom is already free!"

Elsa smiled even brighter when she heard Olaf and she ran into the bathroom with the towel in her hand. She was nervous, of course. But she was also excited, and she knew that her first day wouldn't be so bad. After all, if she had gotten the job, it was because of something. She opened the water, waiting for it to get a little colder, why did Olaf loved the water almost burning his skin? She looked at her reflection in the mirror for a few seconds, and sighed dreamily. This was the job of her dreams, and she had everything she could ask for. A loving friend, a perfect fiancee, nothing could go wrong. Right?

"Anna! It's already seven am! Time to wake up sweetie."

The strawberry blonde groaned, closing her eyes even harder and hiding her face in her pillow. Did her parents really expected her to wake up that early after two months of waking up at five if the afternoon? However, it was her duty, it was her last year on high school, she survived for three years, she could do it for another one. She rubbed her eyes, trying to adjust them to the light and yawned. Why the hell was her bed more comfortable in the mornings? She looked at her phone briefly, reading a new text from Kristoff. Of course he was ready for school. He always was.

[Anna Banana! Do you want me to pick you up? ]

[ I DON'T FIND MY TIE, WHAT THE FUCK, I'M SURE I WASHED IT YESTERDAY ]

[ Oh forget it, mom already found it for me ]

Anna chuckled and typed a quick 'yes, i'll wait here' before running towards the bathroom to shower. Her hair was a mess in the mornings, she needed water, gel and a hell lot of hair products to made it a little easier to comb. While she was washing her hair and her body, she started to think further. It was her last year, she was one of the big girls now, she remembered when she just entered High School, she was so frightened of the seniors she barely walked around the hallways. Her first day she tripped with her own feet, making her chocolate pudding to fall all over Kristoff's face. He just licked it before laughing out loud and throwing her vanilla pudding to Anna. They had started a food fight that ended with both of them in the principal office, but instead of being scared, she was laughing like there was no tomorrow. Kristoff was such a funny guy, he was alway telling jokes and making pranks to the other students and even, some teachers. They got along just fine, and after they started to hang out together, they became best friends. And, also, the nightmare of all the teachers. They used to sat Anna on one corner and Kristoff in the other one, but, one way, or another, they ended making trouble.

When her parents met Kristoff they were pleased. He was funny, a gentleman, and really out going. So of course, the first thought in their mind was: "You should totally date him!"

At that, Anna laughed, as well as him, and they shook their heads. "Oh, miss Prince. I'm flattered, really… But, I don't think that would work, you know… I'm not really attracted to girls."

"Oh, so you're gay?" Anna's dad said picking up her coffee cup.

"Pretty much, yes."

"Ha! I knew it! Come on Catherine, you owe me twenty bucks."

After a few days, and a lot of talking with Kristoff's family and herself. She decided to also come out to her parents. And even though she was nervous and scared, they basically threw a big ass party and made her a cake.

"I knew since you were five!" Her mother told her while her dad laughed at the stoic freckled face.

Her high school years were glorious, and she was a little bit sad that after this year, it would end. She sighed while she looked at the mirror tying her lace around her neck. It was the last year, indeed. And that meant, she needed to be happier than usual, and enjoy it more than before. She tied up her shoes and ran to the kitchen were her parents were already eating french toast. She gave both a kiss on the cheek and grabbed one before hearing Kristoff's claxon sound outside her house. She yelped, grabbing another piece of toast before running to the door, screaming goodbye and almost tripping with her backpack that was barely hanging on her shoulder. She looked at Kristoff already inside the car and ran to open the door.

She gave him a kiss on the cheek and left her bag on the car floor, bucking her belt and then shoving a piece of french toast into the blond's mouth that was a little shocked at first, but then started to chew carefully while he adjusted the car mirrors. He was still chewing when it started marching and he looked at Anna with a half smile, trying to ask her how she was. Of course, she knew what he meant and just shrugged, finishing the last piece of her breakfast.

"I'm okay. I was just thinking in the morning that this is our last year! Our last year before college! That's insane, Kristoff. I mean, it seems like it was yesterday when we started the food fight on the cafeteria. But it was a long ago. I suddenly feel nostalgic, all the people we know, all the things that we did, well… We're going to miss it. And it gives me excited chills but also, I'm scared." She looked over at her friend who was with his eyes now fixed on the road. "Well, what can we do… We all have to grow up."

"I just want to find a boyfriend this year. Damn, I'm tired of going to gay clubs to have a one night stand."

Anna laughed at that, all the pressure of the last year lifting off her shoulders. "Sure, maybe you can date a sophomore or a junior."

"Ah, hell no. I'm up to seniors. I'm willing to enter the hockey team this year just to find somebody gay, I'm not kidding."

"Whatever." The strawberry blonde rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the comment, and once they were parked in the lot, they both went out of the car, walking towards the big building, arm to arm. "Which class do you have first? Please tell me it's English Literature, please."

"Unfortunately, no. My first class is Advanced Algebra. I think you're alone in this one, Anna Banana. But, hey, I think Merida and Hiccup are with you in that one. I think."

"Hopefully… I really don't want to be in a classroom all alone where I don't meet anyone. Even the teacher is new! And you know how I feel about changes. I really liked Mr. Triton, he was such a funny guy."

"Yeah, he was also really old."

"Don't be fucking rude!" She punched him in the arm slightly, letting out a little laugh. "Whatever, I heard that the new teacher is really uptight, and she's like hell… I don't know why the change teachers just before we graduate. It feels stupid." Kristoff stopped when they were in their respective lockers and just shrugged, putting on cologne and gluing his new schedule to the door. "I better get going, I don't want to be late on the first day."

"Sure, I'll see you at lunch, okay?" He gave her a kiss on the forehead before waving his hand at her. "Don't be awkward!"

'I won't… Well, I'll try.'

The clock marked 7:58, and Elsa was already on the classroom, her name written on the board, a few pens and two books in her desk. She was bitting her lip nervously, she watched how a lot of students entered the building, and she could hear all the screaming and the muffled words. She was scared, about to have a nervous breakdown. They were all so noisy… And… Loud. It was too much noise just for a few people. What if she couldn't handle them? No! She couldn't think of that. It was the first day, she had to meet them, and then, she would see what to do. She sighed when the bell rang and she held her sweaty hands together, squeezing them, trying to feel more confident. The classroom door opened and a few students entered talking about beach and vacations, things as usual. She smiled lightly when they all took place on the seats and began to take off their sweaters.

She stood up, looking at the clock now marking 8:01. She was sure nobody was missing, so she went to close the door.

"Good morning, everyone." She said as she walked towards the end of the room. "I'm your new Literature teacher, Miss Snow. Please feel free to address me like that. It's the first day, and I just want to say, welcome." Most of them smiled and replied the greeting, and with that, Elsa's nerves went flying through the door. "Well, I think we're complete, so… Please if you could take a pen and a notebook, I would want to— Ouch!"

She tripped over her heels, and when she was about to fall, her hand grabbed the door knob. She breathed harshly, and when she was about to shout to someone, she heard a big thump. Then, her eyes fixated to the figure on the floor. Ginger-ish hair spreading all over the white surface.

"Fucking shit! Are you for fucking real!" The figure murmured, trying to stand up. "Of course, first day of school and tripping over yourself, well done Anna."

'Anna.' Elsa thought to herself before extending a hand to help her stand up.

"Make a fool of yourself, yes." Anna kept saying to herself until she noticed a pair of long legs and a hand extended in front of her. Really, really long legs. Her eyes started to travel up and up, noticing a tight blue skirt. "Damn."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh fuck!" The strawberry blonde flushed, taking the strange hand between her own and standing up. "I'm so sor— Damn."

Anna was probably in front of one of the most gorgeous women alive. Platinum blonde hair that was tied up in a braid, big blue eyes with perfect eyebrows above them, a perky rosy nose that was covered in really light freckles, and fully red lips that were inviting her to just lean forward.

"Miss?" Now she was talking, oh Lord, she was talking and her voice sounded like a mix of perfect and… Perfect.

"Uh?"

"Are you okay? I'll beg you to please take a sit… The class has already started."

"The class?" Anna shook her head in confusion and then watched around her. Right, she was in school. She was… She looked once again to the woman in front of her and her mouth went dry for a few seconds. Was she the new teacher? No, please, no. "Sure… I'm sorry." The strawberry blonde blushed hardly and walked to the corner, wanting a book to eat her face. Well, all the others didn't mentioned the new teacher looked like a freaking Victoria Secret's Model, and to be honest, Anna wasn't sure if she even wanted to look at her anymore. Her face, her features, her voice… Her body, Lord have mercy. She was gorgeous.

"As I was saying. Please, be free to call me Miss Snow, I'll be your Literature Teacher. Now, please. Take off a pen and a notebook, I want you to tell me about yourself and books. What is your favorite author? Your favorite book? What was the last thing you read? And your favorite type of literature. I'll try to satisfy every single one of you in this year. I'll try to bring books that are classical, but not boring, I'm sure you don't want to read Hamlet again this year." The class chuckled and Elsa gave them a smile. "Okay, then. Please, be sure to write your name in the corner of the paper. If you have any doubts, I'll be in my desk."

After every single student had their heads buried in the paper, she sighed. However, her eyebrow quirked at Anna's sight. She knew the girl didn't meant to be late to class, she knew it wasn't her intention to almost made her trip, but… The way her topaz eyes looked at her, made her… Nervous. Had she been too rude? No, she had been nice, nobody made a face, and Elsa was sure that her voice never raised more than an octave. However, and she didn't knew why, the back of her neck was sweating. What if Anna hated her right now? What if she gained the hate of one of her students? What if Anna didn't even talked to her anymore? …Why was she even thinking about that? It was just another student… She didn't had to bother about her, right? Maybe she was just over reacting.

From her side, Anna was barely writing in her paper. Her hands were shaking and she could feel cold sweat dripping from her forehead. It was great to start the new year falling on front of the hot teacher, sure. But, really? That skirt was far too tight, her legs seemed to go forever, and they just ended on a really tiny waist, and above… That button up white shirt left nothing to the imagination. It made her teacher's breasts look like they were full and probably the most comfortable thing to touch. Her cheeks blushed deeply at the thought. What was she thinking! She was her teacher! Her really, really hot teacher. If she thought that the year was going to be easy, now she was clearly freaking out. She watched how Miss Snow was reading through a book; Dracula, Bram Stoker; Anna stared a few seconds at her, dreamily. Until, icy blue eyes met hers. Miss Snow was now looking at her. Oh God, has she been too obvious? Her face burned with embarrassment, but she couldn't look away. She didn't wanted to look away. Her breath quicken when a smile formed on the white skin of her teacher, making cute dimples mark in her cheeks. And before she could even do anything else, the glance was gone. Her teacher was once again reading the book.

'Oh my God, she's so cute. She's so beautiful… Damn, no! Anna, she's your teacher!'

She wanted to hit herself with the table, but instead, she bit her lip and carefully, took off her phone, hoping that Kristoff had his phone on silent. She looked around, making sure that nobody was looking at her and she quickly typed.

[ I'm gay. I'm really fucking gay, like, super gay. ]

The reply came a few seconds after.

[ What? i mean, i know ur gay, but… why? ]

Anna sighed, looking again around her.

[ The new freaking teacher looks like a Victoria Secret's model and I'm about to drool all over my paper. THIS ISN'T FAIR :( ]

[ WHY THE FUCK DO YOU GET THE HOT TEACHER, THIS IS NOT FAIR! I WANT TO MEET HER! SEND ME A PICTURE! ]

Anna bit her lip. She was not going to send him a picture… Or… Well, everyone was minding in their own business, and her teacher seemed really concentrated in her book. She took a deep breath and putting a little zoom on the camera, she took a quick photo, and sent it to Kristoff, faking to write on her paper when a boy from the front row looked at her. She felt her phone buzz on her pocket and carefully read Kristoff response.

[ Dude, you're fucked. ]

'I am… I am.' She thought to herself. Her eyes, once again, wandering her teacher's face.

WHY ANNA, WHY DID YOU LIKED YOUR SEXY TEACHER. WHY.

Oh right, because I wanted to do it. Elsa's engaged, and I don't really know what I'm going to do about that, I'm kind of freaking out because I have some chapters planned, but then again, my mind could do tricky stuff. I'M SORRY IN ADVANCE.

Comments? Suggestions? Hate? Whatever, feel free to tell me. Well no, not hate, pls.

—Charlie.