Hey, look at that! Yet another story! They just keep coming guys, I honestly have no control of my own imagination, I assure you. This is all just my imagination kneecapping me and hijacking my body to do all of this. I need help. Please.
Either way, I hope you guys will enjoy this one too!
Chapter One
Sweat rolled off in waves off her skin, over the tanned complexion of freckles that covered her face and shoulders, the salty liquid slipping off her nose as she waited for the right time. Her green jersey was drenched in the cold perspiration as she rocked on the balls of her feet in her white high-tops, hands outstretched blocking the girl behind her from view, despite her small body. Blood roared in her ears, crashing over the sound of yelling from the coach down on the other side of the court. Her breath was long and deep, hoping to catch her breath as she waited for her chance. There was a bounce, bounce, and then everything slowed down. The other girl wearing the same green jersey dribbled right, and then fainted left, bouncing the ball behind her back to another girl in green. The other team clad in gold maneuvered towards the green with the orange ball, but she was too fast for them, for she had bounded into a gap the gold left, but was caught in a trap. A single gold towered in her way, hands raised in a block. Green paused, panicked for a split second. That's when the redheaded clad in green saw her chance.
She moved to the left towards the gold who had moved in front of her, then pushed off, giving herself plenty of room and time to swiftly make her way behind the large gold who towered in front of the cowering green with the ball. She saw the redhead open and bounced the ball between the large gold's legs and into the hands of the redhead, who pivoted and put the ball up into the basket in a swish after it tapped the backboard and entered the rim. A whistle pierced through the roar of blood just as the redhead landed back onto the wooden court and all of the girls, both green and gold, paused, panting hard and covered in sweat. He gave the redhead a pat on the shoulder, smiling wide.
"Great job, girls! The Agrabah Gypsies don't stand a chance tomorrow now that Anna has recovered from that migraine!" The coach praised. He was a squat pot-bellied old man with hardly any hair on the top of his head, but was certainly everywhere else and a very red face. Sometimes, it was hard to tell if he was either mad or out of breath, but the coach always seemed to be fine. That is, until someone mentioned any of his ex's.
"I'm sure they were doing fine without me, coach Phil. Besides, it was only three days!" Anna laughed along with the other girls on her team.
"Either way, it was a good last practice before the first game of the season! Now, just as a reminder, this is a home game, starts at four o'clock on the dot, and please wear the green uniforms. The gold is for away games, Alice." Coach called out. The short blonde turned red and smiled, embarrassed for being called out. On their last game the year before, Anna's sophomore year at Arendelle High, the poor blonde forgot it was a home game and showed up in gold, having to change last minute.
"Alright, now that that's taken care of, go home!" Coach demanded. The girls gathered in the middle of the gym and all met their hands in the middle of the group.
"Lady Reindeer's on three!" They all chanted. "ONE, TWO, THREE, LADY REINDEER'S!" They all chorused and broke up into groups as they exited the gym and entered the large locker rooms to get showered and changed. Athletics was the last class Anna had before she could go home in her old beat-up silver Chevrolet Malibu. It was a Chevy, but it got her where she needed to go and on a timely manner, so Anna couldn't complain. Anna grabbed her clean change of clothes and rushed into the showers before any of the other girls had a chance and quickly rinsed off, dried off, and got dressed in her white tank-top and put a blue and green flannel button up over it, rolled the sleeves halfway and kept the shirt unbuttoned. She put a dark green vest on over the flannel and tank top and had to dig around her for navy blue skinny jeans before putting them on. She looked around in her bag for her grey convers, but couldn't find them.
"Puz! Where're my converse?" Anna yelled over the commotion of the gossiping girls.
"What converse?" She replied as she was pulling up her jeans.
"The ones I let you borrow for you stupid date with Eugene last Thursday!" Anna replied, annoyed. There was a pause and Anna could faintly hear shuffling from the girl. Anna turned around to actually face the spunky brunette but was nearly assaulted by a pair of flying grey converse.
"You mean these ones?" Rapunzel giggled as Anna hardly had time to catch the pair.
"Yup, thanks! And next time, please give me a heads up when you throw things at me!" Anna demanded.
"You're supposed to be the main point-guard! You've got to see these things coming!" Rapunzel laughed.
"Doesn't mean I have eyes in the back of my head." Anna mumbled as she put them on and tied them. She dug through her backpack to find her many colorful bracelets she often wore, a string rainbow one being her favorite, mainly because of what it stood for. After putting them all on, she brushed and braided her hair into her signature twin braids that hung over both shoulders and put a green knit cap on where it sat just on the back of her head and looked as though it would fall off if moved too much. It never has, of course, but it never stopped Anna's spunky cousin Rapunzel from trying to knock it off or make Anna fling it off, both have come up with failed attempts and only succeeded in embarrassing her.
"I'm headed to the car now, Punz! If you don't hurry, I'm leaving you here!" Anna threatened, swinging her keychain leisurely in circles as she walked to the exit of the locker rooms. She had her hand on the handle when Rapunzel sprinted towards Anna with her backpack swinging around and bumped into Anna, hard, making her fall into the door as it swung open, but stopped short with a dull thud. Anna stumbled out of the locker room with Rapunzel scrambling to get up. Anna looked up as the metal door closed and someone was on the ground, holding their forehead.
"Oh my god! I am so, so, so sorry about that! I didn't mean to open the door that fast and hit you, are you alright?!" Anna fretted, finally getting a good look at who she hit.
One; the person on the floor was a girl, and in Anna's dictionary, a drop dead gorgeous one. The girl's hair was a light platinum blonde and was in the most adorable, once again to Anna's dictionary, braid possible. The blonde's braid was pulled lazily though stylishly over her left shoulder and her bangs were pushed back, with wisps of hair hanging over her forehead. The blonde's eyes, which were now staring panicky into Anna's, were a piercing blue that looked as though they could freeze someone's very soul if she stared hard enough.
Two; Anna had never seen this girl before at all, either in school, or in their small school district. Anna ruled that this girl must be a new student at the school. The blonde girl was definitely wearing something one wouldn't find normally around the school; a large blue knit sweater with snowflake designs and dark navy blue capris, complimented with blue high top converse.
Anna bent over and extended a hand to help the girl up, but the girl ignored it, standing on her own, and briskly walked off towards the exit which led to the parking lot.
"Wow, great going there, you little stud you!" Rapunzel exclaimed.
"This is your fault you know! If you weren't sprinting in the locker room and bumped into me, I wouldn't have whacked the poor girl in the face with a door! I hope I didn't give her a concussion or something…" Anna said.
"Say, who was she anyway? She didn't look familiar at all to me." Anna asked. Rapunzel shrugged.
"If you weren't down with a migraine this morning in the office, you would have sat next to her in Algebra! She finished the freaking imaginary numbers homework, like, ten minutes before the bell!" She exclaimed. Anna only blinked in response and Rapunzel sighed.
"She's the new student everyone's been talking about. She's actually super nice and sweet." Rapunzel replied. Anna huffed.
"You didn't answer my question…"
"Oh, I thought you would have guessed with how she acted just a moment ago! People keep calling her the Ice Queen 'cause, you know, she gives you the cold shoulder, or in your case, she stares at you until you freeze or something." Anna gave her a questioning look and Rapunzel shrugged.
"I don't know, but she is a weird one. She's been here in town a few days too. I have no idea who her family is though." Anna stared after the fleeing girl in the blue sweater who quickly disappeared behind the metal door that led outside.
"I don't know… I think she might fit right in if you ask me." Anna said with a small smile.
This is the worst thing that has ever happened to me… Why must they insist on having me go to a public school? She thought as she waited in the front office of the school. She hated these things, having to be around a bunch of random strangers with low intellect and more muscle than brains. In short, she hated jocks. Male jocks, female jocks, they were all the same; sports this, dates that, flex here, pose there. If she had a choice, she wouldn't be caught dead in a place like Arendelle High. It was much too loud for her liking and hard for her to be able to read or doodle in peace, let alone study, but her mother and father insisted she get out of the house and make friends.
Why do that when all I need are my books? She sighed as the principle waltzed in, almost literally. He was a short lean man with very pink skin, an overly sized pointy nose that looked perfect for snooping, a grey mustache, and even she could tell how obvious his toupee was. If she wasn't really paying attention, she would have mistaken the man's beady blue eyes as brown or non-existent he was squinting so hard through his glasses. She didn't like him already.
"Hello, who are you?" He asked, eyeing her up and down. All she had on her was her massager bag her pencils, charcoal, note books and sketch pads along with her clothing, which she was quickly hating the more she saw how the other students dressed.
"I'm Elsa Hieme, the new transfer student from Nolia. Mr. and Mrs. Hieme dropped me off so I can pick up my schedule." She introduced.
"Ah, I see. Pardon my rudeness, Ms. Hieme, I am Mr. Weselton, principle of Arendelle High. Here you are, your schedule and forms should be in order. You're first class is down the second hall to the right by the way." He said and walked back into his own office, shutting the door as he went. Elsa sighed and glanced at her paper that had her classes written on them.
Well, at least art is close to the morning classes… She thought as she went on her way as slow as possible to her Algebra class. No matter how slow she walked, she knew that she would have to get there at some point and deal with pig-headed immature teens who more than likely had their noses stuck in their phones, texting each other while sitting next to each other. Elsa sighed heavily as she approached the algebra classroom, door closed and the teacher lecturing about something Elsa couldn't hear through the thick wooden door. Elsa hesitantly brought her hand to the door and gave a knock, hopefully loud enough for the teacher to hear. She heard several voices perk up, and Elsa could imagine they were telling their instructor that someone was at the door. Elsa stood back as she saw the female instructor open the door and smile.
"You must be the new transfer student. My name is Mrs. Elinor. Come in and have a seat, we're just taking notes over imaginary numbers. If you start to feel lost, just come up to my desk after you're done." She informed nicely and moved so Elsa could enter. As soon as Mrs. Elinor had moved, all eyes were on her and scattered whispers commenced. There was only three empty desks in the small room, two in the back and one in the front. The last thing Elsa wanted was the entire class staring at her as she took notes, so she quickly took a seat in the back in one of the empty chairs, pulled out her notebook and pencil from her bag, and was ready for the notes. The class had stared at her a moment more until Mrs. Elinor cleared her throat and the note taking started once more.
Imaginary numbers was easy to Elsa; her parents had taught her that a year ago along with matrixes and circles. She was ahead of these people by at least a year. Once the teacher was done with the notes, she handed out the homework assignment to each student and paused at Elsa's desk.
"Is there anything you're confused on?" She asked politely. Elsa shook her head.
"I did this last year…" She mumbled. Mrs. Elinor raised her eyebrows in surprise and smiled as she handed Elsa the paper.
"Well then, I expect you do a good job!" She said light-heartedly. Elsa only offered a small unconvincing smile as she took the paper, wrote her name, and got to work. She only needed to use her graphing calculator on three problems that required she graphed the problem, but everything else was almost elementary to her. This is supposed to be AP Algebra? I'm almost disappointed… By the time the bell rang, Elsa was already finished and had turned in her homework. She quickly stood and left the room, one of the first students out in the hall as she hurried to her next class.
Let's see, Algebra was first, so it looks like English is next, which should be down this hall here…
Elsa took a turn and saw that she was in the main hall where the main and counselors offices were along with the nurses office. The lights in the nurses office were off, but Elsa could see someone was lying in the bed there with a rag covering their face and what looked like large headphones on their ears. A girl with short mousey brown hair walked out and closed the door behind her and jumped when she turned and saw Elsa.
"Jesus, you scared the crap outta me!" She whispered, putting a hand over her heart. Elsa peeked around the girl to the closed door, making the girl glance behind her.
"Sorry about this, but when you come back through here, could you be quiet? The girl in there, my cousin Anna, is down with a migraine. I'm sure you won't have a problem being quiet since I didn't even hear your come up!" The girl said. Elsa only looked back at the girl. She knew how bad a migraine could be, she used to get them a lot, but they went away. Very rarely do they come back, but it's a pain in the neck to deal with, literally. Elsa nodded.
"Yeah, I'll be sure to keep quiet." She said and walked off towards her English class. The teacher, a much sterner looking woman than Mrs. Elinor, was the English instructor. They were going over Shakespeare poems and their hidden meanings, which Elsa was actually interested in. She learned a little bit about Shakespeare, but only read his works. She never really studied him or his life. She once again had the same reaction form the students when she walked in and took a seat in the back row. In this class, there were tons of empty seats, there only being nine other students in the room, the girl who Elsa saw at the nurses office being one of them. Even all of the students in the classroom were female, so there was really no holding back on 'girl talk' when they got off topic. The bell rang once more and Elsa quickly got up and left to her next and most anticipated class; Art III.
The art room was on the other side of the school in a hall with only three other classrooms and another hall that led to the athletic hall which housed the locker rooms and jocks Elsa so very much detested. This class was taught by a short hunched man with large arms and red-brown hair. He sported a green polo tucked into khaki pants and dark brown dress shoes. All in all, the man looked nice and friendly.
"Oh, you must be Miss Elsa Hieme, the transfer student!" He greeted kindly with a smile. Elsa blushed from being called out, but nodded as heads turned to once again stare at her.
"Tell me, where did you move from, Elsa?" He asked. Elsa really didn't want to strike up a conversation, but since the teacher had asked in a kindly manner, she couldn't just brush him off.
"My family and I have lived in Nolia for several years before moving here…" Elsa answered as she took a seat at a table that was mostly empty except for a small scrawny pale boy with light blonde shaggy hair and deep blue eyes. The instructor thought a moment.
"Wait, isn't that near Alaska?" He asked. Elsa nodded, hoping he wouldn't ask anything else.
"I see! Well Elsa, the students are finishing up their Paper Mache projects today, but we're about to start acrylic painting, the subject being a portrait of a person." He said and a lot of excited heads popped up.
"We'll be using the Athletic Department next week as the final project, but for now we're going to start small and do still life. We'll be doing this outside near the bus pavilion where I'll set up three stations; one to pain still life of fruits," There were groans from a lot of students. "still life of stuffed animals," A few heads turned. "and for anyone who wants to attempt, still life of the landscape beside the school." At that, Elsa lifted her head in interest.
"Oh, I almost forgot! My name is Mr. Quasimodo, but you can call me Mr. Q, everyone does!" He chuckled. "For today, you can go ahead and do a free sketch and turn it in if you wish." He said. Elsa nodded and took out her drawing book, filled with several pictures she drew, most of them snowflakes or winter scenery. She heard a gasp from the boy who was sitting on the opposite corner of the table and glanced up slightly to see him staring at a particular page she turned to; a winter scenery, just like the others, but this one was different. There was a large snowy hill surrounded by frost covered pine trees with a few scattered dead oaks, but on top of the hill was a large castle with a single tall tower. At the very peak of the tower was an icy blue dragon. Even though it was small, there was a lot of details that Elsa was sure made the blonde boy believe it was real.
"That's awesome! Where did you learn to draw like that?" He asked in awe, his bright blue eyes as wide as plates. Elsa blushed at the complement and looked down at the picture.
"I used to take beginner art lessons when I was younger…" She replied quietly. "It got expensive, so I self-taught myself." The small boy gave a huge grin.
"You're an awesome artist! Elsa, right?" The boy asked. Elsa nodded.
"My name's Olaf! I'm a Junior and I like warm hugs!" He introduced and held out a hand for her to shake. Elsa was surprised that the small boy who acted rather childish was actually in the same grade as herself, but offered a small smile and shook the boys hand. She had a feeling she and Olaf would get along rather well in the coming year. As Elsa started a new sketch to turn in to Mr. Q, she and Olaf talked. Olaf would ask questions such as 'What's your favorite color?', which she answered as blue, and 'Where have you gone to school before here?', which she replied with her being homeschooled most of her life.
"Wow, really? That sounds like it could be kinda lonely." He said. Elsa shook her head.
"Not really, I always stayed inside and read books or drew. My parents wouldn't really let me go outside…" She replied.
"Why's that?" He asked as he dipped his paintbrush into green paint and brought it up to his project, which looked like an oak tree. Elsa stopped her drawing of a snow covered pine and glanced at Olaf, who was too busy with his painting to notice Elsa's reaction. Elsa glanced back down at her paper and continued drawing.
"I have a… weak constitution. When I was born, I was really sick and had to stay hospitalized for a few weeks. My parents say it was a miracle I made it…" Elsa informed quietly. Olaf's face fell and he dropped his paintbrush, which landed with a splat as it hit the newspaper that covered the table. Elsa looked up and saw that he looked really concerned.
"That's terrible! I mean, have you never gone outside to play or anything?" He whispered. Elsa shook her head.
"Not even in the summer time?!" He whispered even quietly, full of disbelief. Elsa shook her head once more.
"I've sat outside and painted during the summer, but never run around or anything." Elsa replied. Olaf looked close to tears, which made Elsa guilty of telling him.
"That's so sad! I mean, summer is, like, the best season of the year! It's perfect weather to go swimming, and running, and camping, and swimming…" Elsa let out an airy giggle.
"You said swimming twice you know."
"Because it's awesome! Swimming is the best part of summer!" Olaf nearly exclaimed. Elsa smiled.
"I bet it is, Olaf. I bet it is." Elsa said and returned to her drawing. They sat in silence a moment, both busy with their works when Olaf spoke up again.
"Hey, there's going to be a home game tomorrow night. Basketball, you know. I was wondering if you wanted to come with my brother and I and a couple friends! Our best friends are playing and I wanted to support them in their first game of the season. Wanna go?" He asked. Elsa grimaced at the thought. She hated jocks and really hated watching sports, whether in person or on the television. She looked to Olaf, but her heart dropped at the sight of his pleading face. His eyes were large and his lip was pouting out, hands in front of him like he was praying she would say yes.
It's impossible to say no to a face like that…But those games are so stupid and boring! She opened her mouth to decline, and his eyes widened and lip protruded even more. Elsa groaned inwardly and forced a smile.
"Sure, why not. When, er, does it start?" She asked. Olaf smiled wide and giggled with glee.
"Yay! It starts at four o'clock on the dot in the gym! Their playing against the Agrabah Gypsies! Their a pretty good team and almost won last year, so they'll be a great challenge! I'll tell Marshell, Kristoff and Sven you're coming!" Olaf cheered and continued painting his Paper Mache tree with a huge grin plastered to his face and a few specks of green paint to go with it. Elsa sighed as she continued her sketch.
I can't believe I agreed to it… Well, it's hard to say no to a face like that, but still… The bell rang just as Elsa finished her sketch. She quickly gathered her things and headed out the door to her next class; Economics, taught by the weirdest man Elsa had ever seen, right next to Mr. Weselton. He was a short man with absolutely no hair on top of his head, but it was bushy and grey all around his head. He had glasses that had a small chain latched to his emerald green suit. Once again, students turned their heads and Elsa once again saw the mousy haired girl from the nurses office sitting next to someone who had their head down on the desk, as though in pain. The mousy haired girl was gently patting the other girls back and whispering something, but the other girl shook her head. The mousy haired girl sighed and looked up to see Elsa. When she saw the blonde, the mousy haired girl smiled and waved kindly, which Elsa replied by glancing away.
After once again being introduced to another teacher, this man's name being Mr. Ludwig, Elsa took a seat in the only one available; the one right behind the mousy haired girl and one with her head down. After a few minutes of Mr. Ludwig's lecture about making money, the girl with her head down raised her head, giving Elsa a view of the back of her fiery red hair. She couldn't see her face, but when she leaned back, Elsa could faintly smell lilacs and a small trace of strawberries. Elsa's cheeks slowly turned pink as she realized the smell reminded her of summer. The girl raised her hand slowly, covering her face with the other. Mr. Ludwig saw and walked over to her.
"Still not feeling better?" Mr. Ludwig asked quietly. The girl shook her head, holding her head with both hands now.
"Well, I don't think Mr. Weselton should have booted you out of the nurses station until you felt better. I'll have a word with him after classes." Mr. Ludwig looked to the mousy haired girl.
"Rapunzel, could you take Anna back to the nurses office? I'll write a note telling Mr. Cliff she won't be going to his class." The mousy haired girl nodded and helped the girl named Anna stand up and walked her out of the room. Elsa watched them go, slightly worried about the redhead. There was a tap on her shoulder and Elsa nearly jumped in her seat. She turned to the side to look at whoever it was who tapped her shoulder and saw a large burly blonde boy with light brown eyes. Elsa gulped; he looked really intimidating and like he wanted to bully her. She prepared herself for whatever he might say, but was caught off guard by what he actually said.
"Hey, I'm Kristoff. You're Elsa, right? The one who's going with us to see the game tomorrow?" He asked. Elsa nodded slowly in response.
"No need to be scared, girly! I don't bite, promise. I'm friends with Olaf, and this is Sven." He introduced, pointing a thumb to a tall thin boy with dark brown hair and equally dark eyes. He gave a kind smile and a small wave. Elsa returned the small wave and smile.
"The girls who left are Anna and her cousin Rapunzel. There the two we're going to be cheering on mostly tomorrow. She'll be pretty excited to have someone new cheering for her, too." He informed with a smile.
"Do you like basketball?" Kristoff asked. Elsa pondered telling the truth or not. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but then again, he was pretty intimidating. She decided on the truth and would see where it would go from there. Elsa slowly shook her head and Kristoff laughed.
"Then why are you going to the game? Oh wait, did Olaf give you his puppy-dog look?" He asked. Elsa nodded and Kristoff laughed again.
"Yeah, it's hard to say no to that kind of face! But if you don't really want to go, I can tell Olaf and Marshell." He offered.
"No, it's fine, really. I already agreed to it and backing out would be rude of me." Elsa replied. Kristoff and Sven raised their eyebrows and looked at each other.
"What?" Elsa demanded. They both shook their heads and smiled.
"It's nothing, just surprised is all. I didn't think you were a sporty kind of girl, but that's cool too! Oh, Mr. Ludwig is about to start his lecture again. I'll talk to you more later, cool?" He asked. Elsa gave a reluctant nod and Kristoff smiled.
"Cool." He said and moved back a few desks with Sven, back to his original seat. After a while, Rapunzel returned to the classroom without Anna and took a seat, giving a wave that Elsa didn't return before sitting down awkwardly in front of her. The lecture went on and only ended when the bell rang. Elsa gathered her things and didn't even wait for Kristoff and Sven to catch up with her as she darted out the door and into the hall once more. Her next class, Chemistry, was downstairs near the boiler room, which made no sense to Elsa, but she hurried until the crowd thinned out and she was walking alone down the steps to her classroom. She started to smell a putrid smoke that she recognized as cigarette smoke and started to slow down before she turned the corner to find three boys, each with a cigarette in hand, laughing about something.
"Yeah, the cunt thought I was being serious!" One said, a boy with long dark hair and olive colored skin.
"You're joking! My god, foreign exchanges are so fucking stupid!" Another said, much taller and bulky than the others.
"If you play your cards right, you might be able to actually get laid." The last said with poison in his voice. He had much shorter brown hair than the olive colored boy and had a sickly smile on his face. Elsa didn't know what to do. She had to get to class, but that meant she had to walk past those boys. Her heart beat swiftly in fear as she took a step closer to them, attempting to pass them. Their laughter died down as they watched her quickly passing them. She heard one of them give a whistle that made her skin crawl and prick with disgust. She quickened her pace as she passed them, heading to the chemistry classroom and quickly entered the classroom and took a seat on a stool at the back of the class. She kept her head down as she saw all three of the boys enter the classroom and took seats at the very back corner of the classroom behind Elsa. She couldn't concentrate on whatever it was Ms. Honey was talking about because she could feel their eyes burn into her back the entire time. As soon as the bell rang, Elsa jumped up to rush to the lunch room where she could finally get something to eat, though she had nearly lost her appetite from the smell of smoke.
She was pretty close to the first in line and saw that they were serving hamburgers with spicy curly fries, which Elsa was not in the mood for. Besides, they looked gross to her. Luckily they also had salads in plastic boxes, so she grabbed one and a packet of ranch dressing and checked out. When she exited the lunch line, she had no idea where to sit. Tables were packed and students were talking loudly and she knew no one. She spotted an empty table and was about to go sit at it when she heard someone call her name.
"Elsa! Hey, come sit over here!" Elsa turned to the source of the calling and saw Olaf sitting at a table with Kristoff, Sven, and the girl named Rapunzel. As she walked over to them with her food, Olaf and Kristoff scooted their chairs away from each other on the round table to make room for her to sit at. Elsa put her food down and sat between them, rather nervously.
"Is Anna still feeling bad?" Kristoff asked Rapunzel. She nodded.
"Her migraine is mostly gone, but she's feeling a bit nauseous and won't be able to eat with us. That reminds me, I need to bring her some of that nasty Goodies crap. Hopefully it'll help with the migraine if she can swallow it." She replied. "I'll be right back." She got up and walked out of the lunch room in the direction of the nurses office. The others sat in an awkward silence as Elsa opened her ranch and poured it onto her salad and mixed up the lettuce, tomatoes, croutons, cheese and turkey, picking out the onion rings as she did so and placed them on the lid of the plastic container.
"You don't like onions?" Kristoff asked. Elsa made a face and shook her head.
"But they're really healthy for you! Their great for combating sickness and whatnot." He commented.
"They also smell gross…" Elsa replied. Kristoff smiled.
"Have you ever even tried an onion?" He asked. Elsa shook her head quickly.
"And I don't plan to."
"Oh, come on! Their great! Look," He said as he picked up a large onion ring and squeezed it into his mouth and chewed. Elsa grimaced.
"You can have my onions then, I'm good without them." She replied. Olaf chuckled and looked at Sven.
"She's just like you!" He commented and Sven smiled. Elsa wondered why he hasn't said anything at all. As though he was reading her mind, Olaf spoke up.
"By the way, Sven's mute in case you were wondering. I don't think Kristoff told you. Oh, their also brothers, too." Olaf explained. Just then, a boy who looked strikingly like Olaf but much taller with more muscle came up behind him.
"Hey guys, who's this?" He asked, nodding his head towards Elsa as he sat down on the other side of Olaf with a tray that had pizza on it, probably from the other line.
"This is Elsa, the one who's going to the game with us tomorrow." Kristoff introduced. The boy smiled wide.
"Cool! I'm Marshell, Olaf's older brother. It's nice to meet you!" He said kindly. His voice was much deeper and mature than his younger brothers, which came to no surprise to Elsa considering his size. Elsa offered a smile in return and continued eating. Soon after Marshell came to sit down, Rapunzel had returned and sat down next to Marshell.
"Hey Marshell! Nice of you to join us at last!" Rapunzel greeted and Marshell smiled. Rapunzel looked over to Elsa and smiled.
"Hey, I don't think I got go formally introduce myself! I'm Rapunzel, but everyone calls me Punz. I'm Anna's cousin, the one who's in the nurses office down with a migraine." She introduced. Elsa gave a polite smile back.
"And I'm Elsa, though I think you already know that." She greeted. Rapunzel laughed.
"Yeah, I guess, but it's still nice to introduce yourself to new people, you know?" Elsa nodded and ate on her salad.
"Oh, by the way, Elsa is going with us to your game tomorrow to cheer you and Anna on!" Olaf informed. Rapunzel's eyes lightened up.
"Really? Awesome! It's great to have more moral support for our games! I'm sure Anna would be thrilled as well. She hopes she'll get better so she can practice today and play in the game tomorrow." Rapunzel said and glanced around before leaning in. "Don't tell her I said this, but despite what she says, she's pretty much the basketball star here at Arendelle High." Rapunzel whispered and sat back down. Elsa gave a slow and thoughtful nod as she chewed her last forkful of salad. When she was done, she got up and threw it away at one of the trashcans that was closest to her and sat back down.
"So, what's your class schedule?" Olaf asked. Elsa took out the worn piece of paper with her schedule on it and handed it to him.
"Let's see here, AP Algebra first period, AP English second, Art III with me, Economics with everyone but me, AP Chemistry with Anna, AP History with Kristoff and Anna, Orchestra with Sven, and Floral Design! Wow, you're in a lot of AP classes. You must be really super smart." Olaf commented as he handed back the paper. Elsa blushed at the compliment and smiled.
"My parents taught me a lot of advanced things before sending me here." Elsa replied.
"So you were homeschooled?" Kristoff asked and Elsa nodded.
"That's cool. I kinda wish I was homeschooled. Some of these people just drive me insane!" He said and cast a glance to a table where Elsa recognized the three boys from earlier. She quickly turned her head away from them so she wouldn't be recognized.
"Those guys are nothing but trouble if you ask me." Rapunzel growled.
"Wasn't Flynn with them a while ago?" Marshell asked.
"Yeah, but he found out how much of a jerk they all are and left." Rapunzel replied.
"Hey, if they ever give you trouble, come talk to me or Marshell and we'll beat them up for you, 'kay?" Kristoff offered. Elsa smiled and nodded, keeping her first encounter with them untold.
"Hey guys, bell's about to ring. Let's go ahead and get to class. Kristoff, could you be a gentlemen and escort our precious Elsa to class?" Olaf asked and smiled. Elsa blushed once again and Kristoff laughed. They all stood up and began to walk off towards their classes. They were halfway through the hall and to their class when the bell rang and everyone in the lunch room jumped up to rush to throw away their trash and get to class. Kristoff showed Elsa an empty desk that Anna would usually sit at and sat in one that was next to it.
"This one is empty up here." Kristoff gestured to the one right in front of Anna's seat. Elsa nodded and sat down, ready for class to begin. Once everyone was in and seated, the teacher took roll call, introduced themselves as Mr. Pabbie, Kristoff's Uncle, to which everyone snickered, and class began. They were taking notes over the recent Civil War while watching a documentary video that went with it. They finished a good five minutes before class ended, which Elsa took the chance to doodle some snowflakes on a new piece of paper. The bell rang and Kristoff led Elsa to Orchestra, meeting Sven halfway there.
The Orchestra instructor, Mrs. Robinson, was a very enthusiastic instructor, knowing very well that everyone in the orchestra room was fully capable of playing the instruments they picked out.
"If not, then none of you would be in this room!" She had commented. When she asked Elsa what instrument she played, she was pleased to hear that Elsa played the violin. They've needed a new violinist since the other had moved a week ago before their big concert in town hall. Elsa had heard that there was going to be a concert at the town hall, but had no idea it was going to be the Arendelle High orchestra who was going to play. She was suddenly nervous; she had never played in front of a large crowd before, only ever in front of her parents. Mrs. Robinson asked Elsa to play an example piece, to get a taste of what she was capable of, and handed her a violin. Elsa picked it up and played the piece given to her, and when she was finished, the entire classroom erupted into applause.
"You'll make us sound so professional!" a student said. Elsa glanced down at her feet, nervous and unsure of what to do. During the rest of the class, they have been practicing one of the pieces they would do during the concert called 'Life of the Bird' by The Cinematic Orchestra. It was a beautiful piece that Elsa liked a lot. When the bell rang, Elsa started to gather her things when Mrs. Robison walked over to her, smiling kindly.
"Elsa, there's going to be a part in the concert that is just solo instruments for whoever wants to play and I was hoping you might consider doing one as well, seeing as how good you are." She proposed. Elsa looked over to Sven, who was waiting by the door, smiling and nodding his head, giving her the thumbs up. Elsa gave a weak smile and turned to Mrs. Robinson.
"Is it okay if I think about it?" She asked.
"Oh of course! The performance is next Friday, a little over a week away! You can give me an answer by Thursday." She said happily and let Elsa leave with Sven to her next and last class; Floral Design. Rapunzel showed her to her class and two other girls she introduced as Ariel and Belle. They were both nice to Elsa, but she didn't really talk much, concentrating more on the flower design Ms. Flower told them to do before school ended. Finally, the last bell rang and everyone packed up their things to go home. Elsa said her faint farewells to the girls who were nice enough to sit with her and left the room, on her way to the back of the school where her mother said she would pick her up.
On her way to the back entrance, she had the feeling that someone was following her, but didn't dare look back for fear of being caught. As she passed by the trophy case, she saw, to her fear, the three boys from earlier following her, all smiling wickedly. She quickened her pace and could hear them whispering among themselves.
"Oh yeah, I call dibs on the tits." One whispered.
"Good, then I get the pussy." Another growled. Elsa's heartbeat quickened dangerously as her quick pace became a jog down the hall. She started taking blind turns, going anywhere to get away from the boys who were coming after her. She soon burst through a set of metal doors she hoped led to the outside, but it only led down a hall with several other metal doors and snack machines with a double set of doors that, this time, she knew led outside. She rushed towards it, sticking close to the wall with the doors in case she needed to escape through one of them, but just as she thought she was moderately safe, one of the doors flew open with a grunt and smacked her right in the face. Elsa fell down, dropping her bag and holding her forehead where the door hit her.
She saw Rapunzel tumble out from behind the door, grabbing onto an arm and dragging whoever it belonged to out. Elsa looked up as a rather pretty redheaded girl stumbled out, looking panic-stricken.
"Oh my god! I am so, so, so sorry about that! I didn't mean to open the door that fast and hit you, are you alright?!" the girl fretted. If it were under any other circumstances, she would have reassured the girl that she was fine and everything was dandy, but since she was being chased by horny druggy boys, it was quite different. Elsa stared at the redhead and her face. She had tanned skin and her face was covered with freckles, which Elsa found rather charming. She wore a white shirt under a blue and green flannel shirt that was unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up, and over that was a dark green vest-like jacket with its sleeves rolled up as well. The skinny jeans the girl wore hugged her legs, showing off the leanness of them.
She is definitely a runner… Woah, even her forearms are toned!
Elsa looked back up to the girls face and noticed she was also wearing a green knit cap that was hanging off the back of her head in such a way that screamed punk-rock. She noticed that the redhead's face was slowly turning pink as she watched Elsa simply stare back with a panicked expression. The redhead finally bent over and extended a hand to help her up, shaking Elsa out of her daze. Elsa stood up by herself, remembering that she was being chased by those awful boys and rushed away, casting a small backwards glance at them before quickly exiting the school into the parking lot and to the two door blue Honda Accord Coupe her mother drove. She opened the door, tossed her things in the back seat and quickly got in.
"So, how was the first day of school?" Her mother asked kindly. Elsa only stared ahead, glad she was away from the boys who were chasing her. She didn't want to worry her mother by telling her that she was a target as a potential rape victim, but she did tell her about the friends she managed to make.
"That's nice! It's good to see you're actually opening up to others, Elsa dear. Who was that last one you were talking about? I think her name started with an A, right?" She asked. Elsa nodded.
"I haven't really met her yet, but her name is Anna. She was in the nurses office most of the day because of a migraine, but I bumped into her on my way out." Elsa explained.
"Oh? Did you talk to her then?" Elsa shook her head.
"No. She, er, had to go." Elsa lied. She hated lying to her parents, but she couldn't bring herself to tell her mother about the boys. She then remembered something.
"Oh, Mom. Ah, Olaf invited me to go watch the basketball game tomorrow after school. Is, uh, is that alright?" She asked timidly. Her parents both knew how much she detested sports, so her mother reaction was predictably surprise.
"Of course, dear, but why do you want to go to a game now? I thought you didn't like sports." She said.
"Well…" She thought a moment. She knew that she couldn't have let Olaf down since he was being so nice, but Elsa knew that wasn't the entire reason. She actually wanted to go and watch the game. Was it because of Anna?
Why would I want to go to a game because of a stranger?
"Two of my, er, 'friends' are going to be playing and I wanted to, you know, cheer them on…" Elsa replied, glancing out the window. She could feel her mother smile at her as they turned off a side road on the highway and drove down the paved road to their house, which sat a good two miles off the main road. It was large, nearly like a manor in contrast, but Elsa liked it. It used to belong to her grandparents before they passed and gave it to their oldest son, which was Elsa's father. When her mother parked, Elsa got out and walked up the large steps to the double doors that opened into the foyer, a large room with the grand staircase leading up to the first level loft which wrapped around the sides of the foyer and looked down into the main entrance.
Elsa climbed the large steps to the loft and turned down a long hallway that led to her bedroom that was two doors past the second story library entrance. Elsa opened the door to her room and closed it, placing her bag on a hook for her jacket and school things and flopped onto her quilted queen sized bed, placing an arm over her tired face.
This was such an exhausting day… Although, I did get to meet some nice people and I know who to stay away from. Elsa sighed and smiled. I also got to briefly meet a rather charming girl…
Chapter End
Yup, long chapter is long! I wanted to do a 'normal' or modern story with these two and the basketball thing from Haunting Tales made me think of this. Yup. Going to keep updating all three stories. That's just how I roll. Hope you guys like the stories I keep coming up with! lol