For reference. Kristoff is a Sophomore. Flynn Junior. Olaf Junior. Marshmallow Senior. Elsa Senior. Hans Junior. Yeah.. Anna and Elsa aren't related in this one guys. Not at all o.O
Also there are like.. 30 kids in this class.. I just skipped the non important ones.
Disclaimer: Nope. I don't even want it. I liked how it was. Okay.. I wish owned rights to Elsa..
"Marshall Boulda?"
"Over here!" A hand shot up as a loud, deep voice was heard.
"Ahh. Mr. Boulda, nice seeing you back in this. I expect great things. Caleb Beckonredge?"
Anna wondered what the teacher had meant by "Great things". Marshall Boulda, was the biggest guy on the Arendelle High hockey team, and his nickname was The Marshmallow. How great are his expectations?
"Kristoff Bjorgman?" The teacher called.
"Here!" Anna turned around to see her best friend offering the teacher a charming smile.
"I still don't like brown noses Mr. Bjorgman. Please, wipe that grin off of your face. I'll be keeping my eye on you again this year. Joshuah Caldera?"
The teacher continued and Anna flinched at the harshness of his words. She didn't like the idea of high school, but this teacher made her feel even worse on the matter.
Anna was a freshman, and for some strange reason, she'd let Kristoff convince her to take Creative Writing and Basic Composition, with Mr. Jameson. Which she learned through the grape vine, is the hardest class ever, taught by the meanest teacher in existence.
"Olivar Finck?"
"Here!" The boy in front of Anna smiled.
"Ah yes, Mr. Olaf. Wonderful to have you back as well.. Eugene Fitzherbert?"
"Here!" A charming boy raised his hand in the seat beside Olivar.
"Yes, Flynn. It's fantastic to see so many of my best students. Kate Gracelyn?
He continued as Anna fiddled with her hands.
"Hanson Idleman-Westergaard ?"
"I'm right here, I am ready to learn, and may I also add that you're looking quite fetching today, Mr. Jameson?" A well dressed boy, that was seated two desks away from Anna said, with a boyish charm, and a dashing smile.
"Hans.."
"Yes, Sir?" The boy smiled.
"Do not push your luck. Adam Jenkens?"
Anna tried hiding slightly behind the boy in front of her, Olivar, dreading what happens next.
"Maria Jones?"
Anna flinched.
"Anna Klein?"
"Here?" Anna said softly, turning her head to face the teacher.
"Is that a question, Miss? Or are you trying to imply that you are Anna Klein and are, in fact, in attendance?" The teacher pressed.
"I'm Anna.." She said weakly.
"You are Anna.. Well, do not worry, Ms. Klein. I assure you I pay little mind to students' inward behaviors, mostly to their writing. You and I will get along just so, I'm sure of it. Now-"
He was cut off by the door opening and a student walking in. Anna looked to see it was a girl.
The sound of her worn, black, combat boots hitting the tiled floor filled the quiet class room as she walked to the front of the class, handing Mr. Jameson a small blue slip of paper.
"Elsa Lachmour.. Cutting it quite close today, aren't we?" He asked accusingly.
"Why, Mr. Jameson? What ever would you mean by that?" She asked with a faux innocence that made Anna's ears start burning.
She attempted to hide her now flushed ears with her hair as she skimmed her eyes over the girl.
Anna noticed that her boots were slightly unzipped, revealing the red checkered pattern or the lining. Eyes traveling up to the girls skin tight, black, ripped, skinny jeans, that showed a few creamy white patches of skin. She was wearing a light blue tank top, that was just short enough to show off her hip bones, and the start of a nicely toned stomache, covered by a red flannel shirt with the sleeved rolled up. Her long, Platinum blonde hair hanging, mostly, over her shoulder in a loose braid, while her bangs were messily pushed back out of her face.
"Please, take your seat.. Ms. Lachmour."
"Gladly.." She smirked and slowly turned. Anna panicked as she realised there was only one seat left in the glass room.
The girl gave the boy, Olivar, a soft high five, then sat down in the seat between Eugene and Marshall. The seat right beside Anna..
The teacher rattled off a few more names then turned to check a few papers on his desk.
Anna had turned to Elsa and watched as she pulled out a notebook quickly wrote something on a sheet of paper and handed it to Anna without even looking at her. Anna was confused for a moment before the girl had motioned with her hands for Anna to open it.
'I see you enjoyed the view'
Anna could feel her ears burning as she realized she had been caught staring.
She scribbled out a return note and handed it back.
'No, I'm sorry! Well, not no, really. I just, I mean I'm sorry, but.. I'm just really sorry!'
Anna tried to hide her face with her hands as the girl smiled at her ridiculous apology.
"All right class, from now on you will work in groups of two for every project from this day, until the end of the year. The groups will not change, no exceptions. This is an even class so everyone with work with the student seated beside them.."
Anna's heart dropped as she realized what that meant.
"There are no assigned seats, you may sit anywhere you would like for the remainder of the year but always sit by your partner. Now, to get a sense for your writing style, and so your partner may have a sense.. You'll all be writing a paper explaining the strongest emotion you believe a person can experience. Why do you believe this? Have you felt this emotion before? If so when? If not, you're not finished. Everyone will be expected to write a piece of poetry as well, to compliment your work. It will not, however, be required, as this will not be counted against your grade. You may move anywhere to work. You may arrange desks. You may sit by anyone. Get to work!"
Anna looked over to find Elsa standing over her desk.
"Would you mind us sitting near the back with my friends? They don't usually bite."
Anna turned around to see Kristoff, Marshall, Eugene, and Olivar pulling chairs around a table. She nodded quickly after seeing Kristoff and quietly found her way to the table.
"Why so quiet?" Kristoff asked as she sat down next to him.
"Hey Anna, did you get a nice view? I would of moved my head but- OW! Hey!" He yelled as Elsa interrupted him with a quick smack on the back of his head.
"You head's too big to ever move out of the way, Olaf." She smiled pulling a note book out of her bag. Everyone laughed and pulled out notebooks as well. Anna flushed for a moment before a grey notebook landed infront of her.
"You'll need that.." Elsa smirked as Anna finally looked to see who had tossed it.
"Hey KB, Coach says if you train hard this week, he'll let you try out for Varsity instead of JV!" Olaf bounced from his seat.
"Seriously?" Kristoff asked, his eye's widening.
"Kristoff that's great!" Anna smiled, encouraging her friend.
Out of the corner of her eye, Anna noticed the slight glare Elsa had sent across the table, at them.
"I can help you train?" Marshall said from his place beside Kristoff.
"Me too!" Olaf offered.
"I'll help too! Elsa?" Eugene smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.
"I guess.. Punz and I can head snack committee?"
An eruption of cheers from the older boys made Anna flinch.
"We can totally use the cabin this weekend too. I'll have them close of a part of the lake and free up a few slopes?" She added.
"Whole team?" Eugene asked.
"Not on the lake, but we can have a party at the cabin on Saturday night? Spend Sunday at the resort Spa?"
Anna was surprised to see three male hockey players so excited about a spa day.
"Anna, would you like to come too?" Eugene asked.
She felt like a deer in the headlights. Her first day of high school and she was already invited to a party in a cabin at a resort?
"I.. Well, I-"
"She'd love too!" Kristoff answered for her.
"Whoo!" Olaf smiled.
"Great!" Eugene chimed in.
"Can't wait!" Marshall smiled.
"It'll be great!" Kristoff reasured.
""Who's writing about what?" Elsa asked as she finished writing something down.
"Trust" Olaf said.
"Joy" Kristoff smiled.
"Sadness or grief" Eugene explained.
"Happiness" Marshall stated softly.
"Love.." Elsa smiled as the boys nugged and winked at her.
This sparked something in Anna, something like curiosity, but left a bad feeling in her stomach. Something like.. Jealousy?
No, that couldn't be it..
"What are you writing about? I'm Flynn by the way.."
"Uhm.. I was, uh.. going to.. write? About fear?"
"What's so strong about fear?"
Anna opened her mouth but quickly closed it and looked down, continuing her paper.
"Guess fear is pretty strong then?" Olaf asked.
Thup.
"OW! Elsie!" He cried.
"Be nice.." She practically hissed.
"Stop hitting. Hitting isn't nice.." Olaf argued.
They all continued to write. Elsa finished first, flipping to the back of her notebook to sketch after proof reading. Then Olaf, then Flynn, after that Kristoff, then finally Marshall. Anna was embarrassed to be last to finish, but she did.
"If everyone is finished, switch with your partner, read and review. Be harsh but not cruel. I don't want any tears shed this year. Am I understood Ms. Lachmour? Flynn? Hans?"
Elsa turned over her notebook to Anna, reaching for the other one. Anna had accidently opened to a very detailed sketch of a snowflake. She'd admired it briefly to the paper Elsa had writen on.
Anna had learned that Elsa's beliefs on love we're surprisingly valid. She hadn't romanticized it like Anna would have expected from any other teenaged girl. She'd described it's doing very carefully, yet in a solid manner. She'd almost personified it, at the same time as proving it's elusive existence. She'd questioned the heart's and mind's ability to understand, in the end explaining she's never truly endured being in love. Anna, however, was captivated by the last few lines of Elsa's piece.
'How is it, that I am expected to explain something I know nothing about, and yet, I willingly try with such conviction? In that, I believe, is love. We are all constantly trying so hard to achieve, what no one will truly understand. That raw, needy emotion, is what I suspect to be love. Inside of it, is found, everything we shall ever desire.'
"Spell hypnotized.." A voice broke her out of her trance.
It was Elsa.
"Wh-What?"
"Hypnotized. You miss-spelled it in your explanation. Other than that I couldn't find anything truly bothersome, nothing that we won't work on in class anyways."
"Oh.. Y-your's was great.."
"No it wasn't. I totally cut the ending in half.. My explanation lacked true effort, and I was speaking from my head, not my heart. It's awful writing." Elsa smiled.
"Then why are you smiling?" Anna asked.
"Because you enjoyed it.." She said softly
"Oh.." Anna blushed.
"I'm Elsa Lachmour.. For the record's sake."
"Ah.. I'm Anna.. Anna Klein.."
"Are you German?" Elsa asked.
"Yes.. I know okay? Anna's Small. Anna's Tiny. Anna's Little. I get it!"
Elsa giggled.
"Anna's cute when she's flustered.. The name fits, you are small.. But your words are big. That's all that matters.."
"Really?" Anna asked quietly.
"Absolutely. I hope to see you around. Anna.. You know, I really like that name. It's perfect.." She smiled, walking over to the boys.
The bell rung and Anna scrambled to her next class.
'Perfect.. She thinks I'm perfect?' Anna thought on her way to class.
A/NOh my Olaf.. Did you guys see that? That right up there?^ o.O