Elsa Summers has always had two best friends; her sister, Anna, and her neighbor, Jack Overland. But everything changes with one crash. Anna and Elsa are orphans, and Anna doesn't remember the crash. Only more painful, Anna believes that Elsa died in the crash. Elsa doesn't explain her situation with Jack, and she is soon adopted and moved away, where she decides to erase whoever she was.

Now, three years later, Burgess Performing Arts Academy has a new student; Kate Hope. Jack Overland-Frost is still mourning the loss of his best friend, the one person he had faith in, with hopeless efforts to move on. Jack hides behind a mask of strength, Kate hides behind a mask of isolation. Can the two ever regain what they lost three years ago? Well, first they'll have to recognize each other...

Chapter 1

It was something strange if platinum blonde haired Elsa Summers and brown haired Jack Overland were not together. They had been best friends since birth, and they were always having innocent fun with Elsa's little sister, Anna.

When Jack's father divorced their mother, Jack's life fell apart, but it was Elsa who was there to push him on. Even when he was gone those weekends visiting his dad, she would text him for comfort.

Elsa was the only person Jack put his faith in. In a way, they loved each other. But things got harder when they entered middle school, kids teasing Jack. But Elsa always stood tall and strong, standing up for both of them.

But Jack's source in confidence is distinguished after one drive.

Elsa's parents were killed, and Anna was taken to intense care, only to waken with no memory of what happened.

Elsa, heartbroken, allowed Anna to believe that she died in the crash as well, as decided to live with the Hope family far from Burgess and the performing arts acadamy she and Jack always dreamed of going to. There, she decides to erase her past and start anew, starting with changing her hair and eye colors and going by her middle name.

~three years later~

Kate Hope sat in front of her mirror, braiding her deep chocolate brown hair. When it was finished, she twisted it around, forming an elaborate bun. She sighed to herself.

Burgess Performing Arts Academy.

This school was her dream for the longest time. She was a piano prodigy, and didn't find herself all that bad at singing. Unfortunately, it was in Burgess, away from her parents and...to the people she had chosen to forget.

She sighed again at the thought of Anna. She had the docter send her weekly updates, and she was doing well, even going to school.

Sometimes (okay, very often) she pondered over what Jack was doing. She felt incredibly guilty for never telling him where she went, why, or never responding to his emails or texts, but she just couldn't. She read every one. She even drafted some replies, but her finger could never click send.

In fact, her laptop buzzed with a new message.

Her crown braid bun finished, she went over to the only thing she hadn't packed.

To: Elsa Summers

RE: the usual

Hey Elsie,

I haven't emailed in a while. But I just want to know if you're still there. I'm sorry for whatever happened, but I'm sorry. Please, I just need to know if you're there for me.

Jack Overland

Jack hit 'send,' sitting back in his chair. His room was a mess, everything in boxes. It was almost time to leave for his third year in Burgess Performing Arts Acadamy. He couldn't wait to leave, he couldn't stand this place anymore. Sure, Nick made things a lot easier, but he honestly had no idea why or how he could put up with his mother. She was a mess, she was moody, snappy, rude, and unreliable, and he blamed her for everything.

But in an hour, he would be off to his dorm with Harry 'Hiccup' Haddock, a computer genius.

You had to be extremely talented to get in Burgess Performing Arts Academy. Jack was awesome in sports, and they practically begged him and another jock named Flynn Rider to apply.

He kept hoping to see Elsa at the orientations, but he never did. It was Elsa's dream to get to this school, and he always supported her. Since no one from his old school was going here, he decided to stop being shy, little Jack Overland. Now, since his mother had married Nick, he was Jack Overland-Frost, Jack Frost to everyone here. He was the most popular boy in school, and there wasn't a single girl who wouldn't say no to him.

He worked hard for this, and Elsa would be proud of how much he had changed and stood up for himself. He was respected there, no one dared mess with him.

He smiled. He was known for his taste for mischief and fun, so careless and problem-free. But on the inside, they would all laugh at how pathetic his life was. His mother falling apart, his fatherly role tired supporting them from his successful toy business, him always emailing his best friend who never responded or even told him why she left in the first place.

Elsa, on the 14th of March (yes, he kept track), faded away. She was always trying to convince him nothing was wrong, and she didn't stand up for him when bullies teased him. Then, fourteen days later, she left. They had agreed that they would chat everyday when she got there, even though she didn't tell him where she was going. She didn't ever respond.

After one year of emailing her everyday, he gave up. Today, he sent her another email. He didn't expect her to respond, but he wanted to give her one last chance before he finally let go of his past. He had spent enough of his time wasting thoughts and lonely nights waiting for his cell phone or computer to ring with a message.

His ipod played Somebody That I Used To Know, and he couldn't find it more fitting.

He listened to the lyrics, thoughts flying through his mind.

You didn't have to cut me out, Elsa just practically betrayed him by leaving him.

Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing, he didn't know if she remembered all those pacts of best friends forever. He did.

I don't even need your love, brotherly-sister love of course, except...for those last couple years. But she would never know about that. He turned red even at the thought. Did she even think of him the same way? He didn't know.

You treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough, she left him. Those fourteen days had been the worst two weeks in his life. His best and only friend (except for Anna, but they only played outside of school) had just completely ignored him.

No you didn't have to stoop so low, she knew. And he felt terrible for moping over her for so long, but he couldn't help it. She was his best friend, and best friends don't give up on each other. Guess Elsa forgot.

Have your friends collect your records and then change your number

I don't even need that though,

Now you're just somebody that I used to know.

As much as he told himself that he was mad at Elsa, he knew that he was really mad at himself. He hadn't tried hard enough, or something, she was always there for him. And there was something serious that had happened, and he hadn't been there for her. That 's what he was most mad at.

To: Jack Overland

RE:

I'm sorry, Jack Overland, Elsa isn't here anymore. Please stop emailing this address.

KH

Kate hit 'send,' not expecting a reply, and not getting one.

She drove six hours to Burgess, cranking up the radio to block out the ad memories.

Suddenly she was jerked forward as she nearly ran into someone.

She was suddenly face to face with Anna.

Kate couldn't do anything except stare into her sister's blue eyes. They were darker than hers, almost green. But, Anna couldn't see this as Kate had her brown color contacts.

Anna snapped suddenly. "Hey! Watch it! I'm walking here!"

Kate was taken back. Did Anna just yell at her? Of course, she didn't recognize her, and she probably still thought she had died, but she hadn't thought...no, it was completely ridiculous.

Kate just nodded, driving away to park in an empty shopping mall parking lot.

Burgess was a big town, and the Hopes lived in a small peaceful one. Kate had at first missed Burgess and its city lights, but now that she was back, she just wanted quiet. Plus, Corona was a bigger part of Burgess, not like Arendelle, where she, Anna, and...Jack, had grown up.

Kate checked the rear view mirror to look at herself and her 'special bag' that she used for her appearance.

Chocolate brown hair dye for the next three months, three back up brown color contacts, bronzer for less pale appearing skin, she was good. In the mirror, freshly applied chocolate hair dye this morning, brown color contacts, light make up that made her skin look tanner, she was also good.

She smoothed the top of her hair, making sure the bun had not a hair out of place. She sighed. Conceal, don't feel.

When she was assured that she didn't look a thing like Elsa, Kate continued on.

She remembered this morning, for the first time in three years, she used dye remover. Just for a few minutes, she removed her make up and let her platinum blonde hair show.

"Hello, Elsa," Kate said.

She even let her hair stay in her braid for more than five minutes.

After that, Catheryn had called "Four hours to go!"

Then, she had frantically but expertly applied the dye. If she wanted to convince the world, even herself, that brown was her natural hair color, then she needed to undye and redye her hair every three and a half weeks. The brown color contacts she mainly used to change her eye color. But, in that thirty minute interval of seeing Elsa, she even wore her glasses. Blue eyes instead of brown stared back, and her platinum blonde instead of chocolate brown hair made her skin look even paler.

Kate was short for her middle name, Katrian. Katrian was a Scandinavian name that meant 'pure.' She couldn't stand the memories Elsa brought, so she became Katrian. Catheryn was the one who first started calling her Kate.

At her new school, she was terrified to get close to anyone. So she became known as the Queen of Isolation. She was rude and snobby, which they probably expected from a rich girl like her. Even if no one knew that she was adopted.

She hated how every 'playboy' wanted to have a chance at her, seeing her as a challenge. None succeeded, she made sure of that. But Kate didn't want to be mean and snobby here. She still would rather die than let someone in, but she wouldn't be rude here. She would conceal it, don't feel it.

Which somehow brought her back to Anna. She had grown up so much. She still wore her strawberry blonde hair in braided pigtails, but they were longer and glossier. She had grown to look mature in her freckles, and judging from her green shirt and converses, her favorite color was still green. She had been wearing tight blue jeans, and a purple coat that didn't exactly match her green shirt, but Anna wouldn't care about something like that.

Elsa herself, since it was still cold here in Burgess, had on one of two of her prized jackets; the white trench coat. It had silver buttons and slightly hugged her body. She was wearing a tight scoop neck black long sleeved shirt, and white leggings with killer white heels.

She thought she looked very professional, but she would change into her school uniform when she got there.

Burgess Performing Arts Academy was the prestigious school for talented young students, staring in high school. Kate had finally got the courage to answer one of BPAA's letter's and applied, almost immediately getting accepted, on a full scholarship. Not that Catheryn and Bob couldn't pay, Kate just won the scholarship. Unfortunately, she would be the new girl in third year. They assured her that she'd be perfectly fine, and she didn't doubt that she would be, she had plenty and every single second of time to practice and study, but all of the attention she would get gave her shudders just thinking about it.

The registration held a line of many people, non of them wearing uniform. Kate was glad that she had decided to change later rather than sooner. If unwanted attention was avoidable, she would avoid it.

A lady met her. "Hi," She said, friendly. I gave her a small smile.

"Name?"

"Katrian Hope," Kate said, hoping that Catheryn had really put that she preferred to go by her middle name like she said.

"Alright, since you're new, you don't have a roommate. Enjoy," She said, giving her a key.

Kate nodded, picking up her special bag and the main suitcase. She could unload later.

Her unlikely chance meeting with Anna still weighed heavily on her mind, and she floated through the corriders to the domitorries. She and Jack had visited this place over their eleventh birthdays, touring and memorizing everything.

She was, in fact, so wrapped up that she didn't even notice when she ran into someone.

"Whoa!" The other person called, slipping down on top of Kate.

"I-I am so sorry!" Kate stammered quietly, suddenly very shy. Of course this person had to be a boy. He had white hair and achingly familiar eyes brown eyes.

"Whoa, that's okay," he said. He still hadn't moved from on top of her.

"Um, I think I have to..."

"Oh, right sorry," he said.

Kate got up, brushing off the dust. She turned red when people snickered by her.

"Where are you headed?" He asked.

"Dorms." She replied, still quietly where he had to strain to hear her.

"Oh, I'm Jack by the way, what year are you?" He said, friendly enough.

All the same, Kate's voice caught in her throat. "Jack?" She squeaked.

"Yeah, Jack Frost, you heard of me?" He smiled. She let out a breath.

Kate immediately shook her head. "Sorry, um, I'm third year."

"Really? You're not a first year? We never get new students," Jack said.

"Well, I guess, um, I," Jack cut her off.

"So, are you some kind of dancer?"

"Musicologist, actually," Kate said, darting her eyes looking for an escape. This Jack talked too much. Oh, how she missed her Jack, her quiet, best friend. Who she shut out.

No, conceal, don't feel.

"So, um, sorry for running into you, I guess I'll see you around."

"Uh, sure," she said, walking away quickly, crouching into her stride and moving quickly.

Jack Frost, in the mean time, was still there trying to figure out the feeling that had arisen in the pit of his stomach.