Chapter 1

A/N: I own nothing. I'm not rushing and putting everything in the first chapter, so hopefully just bear with me for now. Thank you.

She sat silently in the driver's seat. The beating of her heart rang loudly and dangerously, feeling nausea building up in her system. No, she wasn't getting chased by the cops or a psychopath on the road. Simply, the blonde was only nervous and also reluctant, getting out of her car to attend her classes. A sane brother wouldn't push his little sister to make her go to school would he? How pathetic could she be? She's darn eighteen for god's sake going nineteen by next year. Her older brother Olaf still forces her to attend her classes. Like begging a kid with a promise to have his reward later.

Get it together Elsa! It's only school, you'll be in the confines of your room later on this day.

Doesn't he know I hate school? He should have known that for eighteen years by now!

Reprimanding herself for being such an introverted individual and blaming her brother, which she was again at the demon's territory; where true hell existed and that tortured her for years. School. While sitting and gathering herself the courage she needed, a loud bang on her car's window made her shriek like a little girl. A blond stood by her car with a wide grin etched across his boyish face. He couldn't contain himself and let out a hearty laugh at his friend's overacted reaction. Hands resting on his stomach as he tried to stifle his laugh, yet he failed to do so. The blonde held the fabric so tightly over chest as if her life depended on it. She opened the door, shooting him a glare, and huffing at the blond's hysterics.

"Well, good for you Kristoff for scaring the living shit out of me. Bravo!" She laughed pretentiously with sarcasm in her voice.

The boy had had his morning fun already, brushing his tears away as he settled down with a contented sigh.

"Elsa, I waited for you to get off your car and you were sitting there with a troubled face. I might as well knock it out of off you before you start to hyperventilate." Kristoff nodded as if he was proud of his recent action.

Truth to be told, the young man was partly right. When she was occupied with her thoughts, she couldn't stop being pessimistic and she'd chicken out school. She really needed to buy a potion called confidence whether that really existed or not. She hoped it was the former.

She sighed in defeat. She grabbed her black leather cap as she adjusted the leather strap at the back, pulling down the hood of her worn out hoodie before taking off with her best friend.

"You know what? You should buy a new wardrobe for your clothes. You need a new car, too. Your brother had offered a hand before and he was worried." Kristoff watched her friend audible gulp. She shook her head a little and then responded.

"Kristoff—I don't want to ask much I—not now. Not now, Kristoff."

Her journey to her Calculus class was dreadfully painful. Students had already taken their preferred seats, of course, Elsa would sit in the way back, trying to avoid any kinds of human interactions around her. Chin on hand, eyes wandering down the field, watching the other students play Frisbee. A roar of laughter echoed in the hallway. She silently hissed. She knew the group of people approaching dangerously to her class. They stopped by in front of her math's door entrance, chatting ever so loudly like they own the school. She forced herself not to glance or peek under her hood, but the curiosity was getting the better of her. Her eyes landed first on the couple kissing in the hallway. Way, way, way too much PDA as the blonde thought to herself. The redhead wrapped her arms around the guy's neck with the auburn sideburns. Yes, the sideburns, the so-called, the modern Elvis Presley of 2015. She cringed when she heard a moan coming from the female redhead. Sideburn latched his hands on her ass, giving it a little squeeze. Little the auburn head knew that the redhead disliked it, pushing him a little—not that he minded too much.

Wow! It reminded me of porn in all of a sudden. Well, sorry, that sounded nearly as one. It's not like I'm perverted or shit.

"I'll see you later, babe." The guy with the sideburn said. Well, Hans said with a smile.

"Geez, you two can't get enough of each other, ha." Adam commented while the group of girls with them like Ariel, Snow, and Cinderella nodded in unison.

"You'll see each other later at lunch, duh?" Ariel added.

She couldn't believe that girl named, Ariel, sported that ridiculous red hair, which was redder than Anna's hair. Hans' girlfriend. Whenever she saw that crimson red mane in the hallway. It pained her eyes to see that red and it was utterly ludicrous. She had never seen someone sporting a deep red hair at school. She recalled her little debate with her friends—Kristoff and Sven—that the girl's long mane was whether legit or not. She noted that little discussion of theirs was preposterous.

The pack left the door leaving a sigh of relief on the blonde. Anna, on the other hand, entered the class—not saying a thing or two to her friends. They didn't put much importance to it, knowing that she might be in a bad mood again. Elsa quickly set her eyes back on the field, which was now finally deserted. There was an empty seat in front of Elsa's. She prayed mentally, as in hard, and hopefully the girl wouldn't choose that spot in front of her. Anna scanned the class and she spotted an empty seat in front of that hooded person. Anna thought that if Elsa was a fan of Assassin's Creed or Watch Dogs of some sort. She had never seen her without her hood on top of her head, blocking all the possible sunlight to grace on her features. Emo these days aren't that a trend anymore. The platinum blonde cussed mentally that her little prayer turned to reality.

Well, thank you, fate, for giving me a good view in front of my desk, to get me distracted. Now, let's hope for an F at the end of the term.

The said girl, Anna was Elsa's little crush. Gay or not, she adored the girl's intelligence. Exclude the part where she was with the high school jocks. Also, the girl was the star player on the volleyball team, seeing that she lacked a little bit of height, but still she managed to be the star of the team.

Elsa saw the toupee in the hallway as he entered the class. Mr. Weselton set his things down on the table. The class had stopped their chatter as each of the students sat on their seats. He cleared his throat before turning to the class.

"Hopefully, you are ready to learn this one of the hardest section on derivatives. Chain rule." The class groaned by hearing it. The little old man explained that it would be a fun lesson, wherein he received more exasperated sighs from his class. Furthermore, discussion would take the direction through a little discussion. Without further ado, he started discussing the lesson and she wished it would be the end of the day.

Lunch finally came which to Elsa's favor. The boys were already seated at their usual spot. Sven brought the oily pizza into his mouthing, chewing it with a delightful expression. How could he wolf down that greasy food with a smile on his face? Kristoff brought out his large sandwich from his bag. The blonde sat next to Sven with her salad in hand.

"Yo, Elsa, comrade, good to see you ready to start our luncheon." The raven head said with a hint of enthusiasm in his voice.

She shook her head and punched his arm, earning a dramatic fall on the table. The three friends laughed.

A few tables away from Elsa's group where the socialites sat. They were talking and laughing so loudly as usual. Hercules was flirting with the other girls, Ariel was with Eric necking next to the wall. Anna sat silently next to Hans as he slightly ignored the redhead or he was completely ignoring the girl. Hans saw Elsa who was headed upstairs, smirking on his seat. Her friends already left and his smirk grew to a grin. The other guys followed his line of direction, which was directed to the poor blonde. Elsa groaned as soon as the hand grabbed her shoulder.

Just great! My luck is really running out every single day.

She could feel her muscles tensed, gulping an amount of spit then looked back.

"What now Hans?"

Giving him her poker face so she wouldn't be showing how fear was slowly eating her whole being. She was dragged and pushed back under the stairs and where no one could see them. Elsa hit her head as she let out a painful low yelp. Adam and Hercules were behind, watching in fascination.

"I can smell you from afar, you stink so bad that makes me want to punch out the lights out of you." He said while he was stretching his hands out above him. "Do you seriously wear those clothes for the whole semester? Disgusting." The other two were snickering behind them, but Elsa was only focusing her escape from these jocks.

"Why does my clothing bothers you that much? Not that I'm joining your group or rubbing off my clothes on your ridiculous sideburns." The blonde replied exasperatedly towards Hans and the other two were guffawing at her remark. Elsa was now panicking inside. Hans glared back, but that didn't make them stop.

"Shut it you buffoons!" He hissed.

While the idiots were distracted by Hans little rage. She quickly made a run out of the stairs, pushing the two out of the way as they fell flat on their bums. Elsa noted that surprise escape she made would make her pay later or even earlier than that. Some other people in the cafeteria were throwing looks of confusion to Elsa, gossiping began to arise once more. People really like stories to share with, Elsa thought. She didn't care about that now and she just wanted to leave that area as soon as possible.

Now that wasn't a good farewell was it?!

She looked back again to see them they followed suit and they were only a few feet away from her. She felt like she was back in primary school again with the bullies tailing her back. Her little escape didn't last long and she was shoved back again to the wall.

The wall must hate me by now from the constant shoving I've had since I started studying here.

"You thin—"

"Mr. Morris," A voice rang in the hallway. Elsa let a sigh of relief that the gods hadn't taken most of her luck. They must be feeling sympathy towards her as much as she hated it, which saved her from getting beaten into pulp. Mr. Shang one of the P.E. teacher threw a look towards Hans' group. "You think what of Ms. Schmidt?"

Hans strong gripped left her already sore shoulder. They backed away from the girl as he thought of a good excuse. He cleared his throat obviously and slightly nervous.

"I'm thinking….we were about to leave, Mr. Shang." He said lamely as he rubbed the back of his neck. Adam and Hercules were restraining their laughs but they didn't say a thing. Elsa was dumbfounded. Is that it? Well, Hercules joined his lame excuse.

"Yes, Mr. Shang, we are leaving."

Elsa watched them leave. A hand landed on her shoulder and she jumped at the contact. The teacher laughed a little before he headed to the gym.

"It's only me, Ms. Schmidt."

"Thank you." She thanked him with a shy smile.

"Make sure to have your buds with you next time."

She should bring a douche radar next time. And again, Elsa thought she read or watched too many scifis.