Author's Note: Hi there, I haven't published a fanfiction before and I appreciate reviews! This is a Jelsa fanfic – please don't hate! I don't own any characters that I use in this story. Enjoy

Elsa's POV

Dear Anna

I am writing to say… I miss you. Ever since you've been gone, I haven't been doing so well. You know how I still have to pay the mortgage off the house? You got out of it! Lucky you. But the bank is demanding a little more each time they give me a note to say Pay IT OFF! I did some work in the supermarket after school to try an earn some money, but, oh my dear Anna, it wasn't nearly enough to pay off a 1000th of the loan. And, Anna, I did something bad. Something really bad.

And it got out. Everyone knows what I did and I'm getting hell for it. My friends… they left me. The ones who promised me that they would stay by my side? Well, they didn't. So here I am, alone in this world. You're the only one I can reach out to, but you never respond to my emails anymore.

I miss you, Anna.

Love from your big sister,

Elsa.

Xxxxx

Elsa sat back and examined her email for anything that wouldn't seem right. Not that her sister ever checked – Anna never replied to any of Elsa's emails anymore. Elsa liked to doubt she had even read them; the thought of her sister purposely ignoring her broke her heart.

It was pretty smashed up already.

Her parents just hadn't meant a lot to her. While Anna was the sporty one, Elsa was the bright one, but people only wanted to see an extremely fast runner, and not a fact filled mind for a girl. Her parents told her to stop embarrassing herself, and to be quiet. While they're deaths a few years back had been… somewhat shocking, Elsa hadn't felt a loss. She felt like some slimy parasite that was glued to her all this time had fallen away. She felt free.

It was when Anna left to T.R.O.L.L.S., a private school that trained sporty girls that Elsa knew she was going to suffer. She felt alone without her sister to be her best friend.

And now she had everyone at school against her.

In Elsa's desperation for money, she had gone one step too far. She dressed up in her shortest shorts, skimpiest top and highest heels she could find (along with her obsessive makeup) and sat on the side of the street. Elsa became a hooker.

And despite the fact she was suffering at school because of it, she refused to stop. She needed the money to save her house, and it was all she had left. She didn't have the time with school to get a proper job, despite her absolute brilliance, and being a hooker was easy.

So that was how she lived her life.

Elsa clicked send and returned to her bedroom and examined herself in the mirror. Her clothes revealed nothing of her skin except her face and hands. Her hair was tied back. She looked as least hooker-ish as possible. No one could be mean to her today, right?

She picked up her satchel and slung it over her shoulder and walked to school.

Jack's POV

"Oi, Jack, hurry up!" My friend Easter was yelling at me from the end of the street. "We're late enough as it is!"

"Leave the darn chick alone," Hiccup instructed me. "Oh, for God's sake, Easter, he isn't listening to either of us!"

I turned my head away from my friends and back to the girl I had cornered against a wall. "Rapunzel. I heard that you had a date over the summer. Why'd ya cheat on me?"

"Oh, Jackie, my darling," she whispered seductively, "you said we were taking a break. I was just messing about. It was nothing serious…" She leaned in for a kiss. I leaned in too and caressed her breasts as we kissed. Suddenly I felt myself being lifted up and walked away.

"North, god-dammit! I was getting back with my ex…"

"Which ex would this be, Jack?" North said sarcastically.

"The one who I haven't had sex with yet," I pouted and looked back at her. She was a trophy; a serious looker that kept playing hard to get when it came to sex.

"Jack, don't tell me that you're objectifying another girl…" Easter sighed.

"Too damned right I am," I told him.

Hiccup rolled his eyes. "Jack, girls don't dig boys who do that. Girls are not just a sex item…"

"Hiccup, you know too right that that is not what we think as a group of boys."

He sighed. "Yes, but girls like to think that they're more than just a sex item. So stop, OK?"

I glared at him. "Some girls-" Suddenly I whipped my head around at North. "Can you put me down? I'm not going back." He put me down. "Like I was saying, some girls don't mind. I don't think Punzie does." I sniggered. "And neither does that hooker, either. You know, what's her name? Uhhh… Elsa!" I laughed. "What the hell is wrong with that whore, anyway? Come on, she can't mind about being objectified sexually. She gets people to pay her to do that!" I was in hysterics.

When we got to school we were already late. We stormed into the classroom and sat down in our usual seats at the back. The class was small as not many people had taken this subject: Psychology. There was me, of course, and Hiccup, Easter and North. Other than that there was Tooth, another one of my exs', Baby, her best friend, and prostitute Elsa, who sat away from everyone else, as usually, taking notes on almost everything the teacher said. Nerd.

Elsa's POV

The hot shot boys pushed their way into the classroom like they owned the place. As usual, they picked the seats at the back of the unnecessarily big classroom where they would chat and muck about. I sighed and continued to scribble down the key things that the teacher was lecturing us about.

There was a horrific BANG in the corridor and Mrs. Town put down the whiteboard pen. "Excuse me, class, but I will be just a few moments." She walked breezily out of the room and into the corridor, slamming the door behind her.

The boys immediately started uproar of talking and I scowled.

"What's with the face, Royal?"

My face reddened and I buried it within my folder. It was Jack, the extreme popular boy that most girls craved. Except me, of course; I spent my whole time avoiding him. He was at the heart of my teasing.

"Can I have a freebie, Elsa?" He giggled. I curled my toes in my shoes and clenched my teeth together. I was not going to cry.

Through the stands of my hair I looked at him. I saw how he sat; I saw how he slumped back in his chair and admired his kingdom and followers. And that was when I decided something.

I hated him. I hadn't really hated other people who had teased me, they were sheep that copied everyone else… but this was Jack, and he had started all of this, and I hated him.

I hate you, Jack Frost.

I hate you.

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