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(A/N: Hello, my lovely readers, and welcome to my first published g!p, fanfic on our beloved site of fan fiction. I have a real treat in store for ElsAnna shippers, specifically, the ones who enjoy g!p. A fanfic titled Arendelle High by YouAintGotNoPancakeMix inspired me to write my own g!p ElsAnna so I had to give it a shout-out! This is a relatively modern take on how life is, so expect plenty of modern references, memes, and so on. This isn't a smut, but it will contain love making and plenty of fluff. X3 Now… *puts on serious face* I am only going to say this once: if you do not like femslash; get the fuck out. If you don't like Frozen; get the fuck out. If you don't like ElsAnna; get the fuck out. If you don't like g!p; get the fuck out. If you basically think you won't like this fanfic; get the fu- aw I think you get the point. For the sake of those who want to read/enjoy the fanfic, don't be the ass-hat who has to rock the boat and cause chaos in my reviews, because I will delete them. If you don't think this ship is for you, then get off before we set sail, otherwise, I'm going to take my large, green and blue, hyena/kangaroo feet and kick you off. The exit can be found in the previous page button, the close tab's button, the close window's button, or the address bar. It may sound harsh, but from what I've seen amongst my fellow Frozen Freaks, I'm getting my stance on the matter out of the way from the get-go. I will not tolerate your negative reviews. I only tolerate positive ones — including constructive criticism. :3 Other than that, let the ship sail on! All aboard who's coming aboard. And let the story begin! :D )
Timidly, the caress of the mid-autumn morn sent warmth to contrast the chill of its equally cool gales. Vibrant, fall leaves left a crisp crunch underneath the soles of a pair of Converse. The owner of said shoes took a deep breath to invite the invigoration of the arctic air into her awaiting lungs. Another pair of steps followed alongside the first: these — not as graceful, but thrice as gruff… and brash. The second tumbled before it regained its bearings.
An aloof and airy chuckle arose from deep within the alcove of the first. "Oh yuck it up Arendelle. Keep it up, I dare ya!" the male gruffed playfully before he adjusted his beanie.
Winter eyes widened at the mention of their owner's surname. "Shut up Kristoff! You know not to call me that so close to school. What if someone heard you?" A pair of alert eyes scanned the circumference of the area before she deduced that there was no harm done.
"Easy Els. You look like you're going to hemorrhage from your eyes," the blonde said to the smaller winter-blonde.
His firm hand went to her shoulder, which caused the girl to look up at her companion. She sighed before she composed herself. "Just watch it next time Bjorgman. Honestly why do I tolerate you?" Elsa commented sarcastically.
The boy, who she had come to know as a brother smirked in mischief and replied, "Ya put up wit' meh, cuz ya luv meh!" Soon after he lifted her off the ground in a bear hug.
The teen let out a squeal, meanwhile, in an attempt to get out of her best friend's vice. Seriously, the boy had the strength of an ox — or as he liked to say: a reindeer. Sometimes he didn't know that he was on the verge of making her spine snap in two. "Spine breaking… Not breathing… Dying… Slowly dying…" she managed to gag out before she went limp in his embrace.
Kristoff immediately released her from his display of affection; which only served to have the girl fall to the chilly pavement like a pile of Jell-O. He let out a chuckle with his hand on the back of his neck. "If I knew I had that kind of effect on you Elsa, I would have bought you dinner first. I'm sure Anna is going to be jealous."
That statement alone was enough to get the girl back on her feet faster than a cheetah could jump on a young wildebeest. Her hands clamped firmly over his mouth; the faint hint of a pout adorned her face. "Shut! Up! Kristoff!" she hissed through her teeth. Once again she scanned the area to see that they were indeed alone.
In her distraction, she failed to notice his mouth move until it was too late. "Ew!" Elsa cried out and wiped her saliva-covered hand against his jacket.
Kristoff wasn't done with his torment and chimed in, "There's a bit of a loogey in there for ya too." Triumph clearly plastered on his face.
"A-Aw-Aw! That's fucking gross bro!" Elsa exclaimed, and immediately went to her backpack for her hand sanitizer. She wasn't a stickler for cleanliness, but with the company she kept she had to be prepared for moments like this.
"Having all the fun without us?" The two turned to their left to see another pair of teens bolt down a driveway. "You two weren't going to wait for us where you? Shame on you!" a brunette teased while she secured a blue bow on her braid.
Elsa rolled her eyes at the comment. "You barely made it out the door fully dressed Belle. I pity poor Gaston for waiting for you," she said while pinching the male's muscular cheek.
The masculine teen swatted at the pale hand. "No one's as patient as Gaston! When I go hunting with my father, we wake up at dawn and wait until noon to catch our prey. I can wait for my prize," Gaston snorts through his nose with pride.
Everyone rolled their eyes. "Yeah, and no one's as modest as Gaston either," Kristoff replied dryly.
"That is also true my friend," the black-haired boy beamed.
Belle face-palmed at his reply. Sometimes that boy really didn't get sarcasm…
Not long after their meet-up, the group reached their destination: R. A. Laneway High School. Up front some students had parked their various modes of transportation: cars, bikes, scooters; and those with skateboards quickly disposed of them insides their backpacks. Just then, the school bus arrived…
And there she was: the embodiment of heaven itself; Anna Anderson — head cheerleader, leader of the dance team, and "princess of Laneway."
"Elsa, you might want to close your mouth. Mosquitos are bad this time of year," she heard from her right.
The platinum blonde made quick work of closing her jaw. "Shut up Ariel," Elsa mumbled. Her eyes drift over to her red-haired friend and blanched. "What the hell happened to your hair?! Did you get in a fight with a blender… and lose?"
It was true: the redhead's hair was disheveled. "So great to see you too Elsie…" she replied dryly. "If you must know, one of my sisters thought it was a good idea to try and prank me at 5 A-fucking-M and run a fork through my hair! What am I gonna do?! Eric might see my hair!"
Kristoff took off his beanie and pulled it down onto her head. "There. It's my favorite beanie Ariel so don't ruin it," he warned.
"Ugh, I can tell. It reeks like you," the girl gagged.
"Hey, I can take it back and have you looking like The Bride of Frankenstein!"
Everyone crouched over in pain at the wail that erupted from her. "Eric is never going to like me at this rate!" she cried out.
Even someone as emotionally dense as Gaston knew it was a bad idea to upset a smitten woman. "Way to go Kristoff," he grumbled with his hands pressed firm against his ears.
"Fix it!" Belle added in.
"I was just being a major jerk-wad Ariel. You're too pretty to look like a reanimated corpse's bride," he quickly amended.
Slowly, the winter-blonde removed the protection that her hands provided to her ears. "Sheesh, you're like a siren with those pipes of yours. You should try out for the school choir," Elsa commented.
Ariel fidgeted at the mention of the school's choir, or more so, the one who taught it. "No thanks Elsa. I'll stick to the swim team," she brushed off nonchalantly.
As the group walked down the hall, it became remarkably quiet in their wake. Really? This again? "You'd think that after three years of attending here, that people would get used to me," Elsa spat out with little to no amusement.
"Aw screw them! They can take a dildo and shove it up their-"
"Gaston!"
"Sorry Belle…" he apologized faster than his earlier barb could leave his tongue.
A lanky sophmore practically flew to the clique's side and slapped Gaston on his shoulder. "Your girlfriend has got you whipped Gaston," he laughed.
"Shut up Peter!" he jeered to the sophomore.
The not-so-harsh remark reminded the boy of his daily quota. "Speaking of which, who's been keeping track? How many times have we told each other to shut up today?"
For a brief moment the group began to count their offenses on their finger tips. "If you don't count the fuck you's, the go play in traffic's, and the go kill yourself's… only four so far," Kristoff piped in. "Wow, that's way less than usual. I fear for our friendship," he feigned panic.
"Shut up Kristoff. Damn…" Elsa groaned.
Peter scribbled another tally mark on a clipboard. "Marking that as number five," he stated with glee. It had been a tradition that the sophomore brought to his friends the moment he was integrated into the clique; and they've all been as close as could be ever since. "So… Anyone have any plans after school? I'm thinking laser tag at Litwak's Arcade," one of the youngest out of the group chimed in his idea.
"It's fricking Wednesday. It's the middle of the week," Elsa pointed out.
Most of their little group had after school activities. What? Thought they were a part of the Go Home Club? Hell no! Elsa was the lead voice of the mezzo-soprano section in the school choir, co-captain of the figure skating team, member of the drama club, and school treasurer. Kristoff was the vice-skip of the curling team and member of the drama club. Belle was a member of the book club and school historian. Gaston was the captain of the archery team, captain of the armed drill team, and secretly a member of the interior decorating club. What? Don't judge, okay?! Anyways, Ariel was on the swim team; duh. And Peter… well Peter was fighting tooth and nail for an expedition club, and luckily for him he has friends in high places. He also had a soft spot for the drama club, which is how he met Elsa.
"Anyone seen Mulan?" Elsa asked. That struck everyone as odd until they checked their cellphones. Figures.
"She spoils that damn lizard of hers," Peter scoffed.
"Leave Mushu alone. I think it's sweet she's taking care of her little baby; and he's a bearded dragon, not a lizard. I swear he gets indignant about it if you even mention it. It's like he understands people," Belle chimed in.
Before another word could fall from anyone's lips, the bell rung. First period. Ode to joy… The only one who seemed happy about this was Elsa. "At least try to act like a normal teenager Elsa. You couldn't look any happier if I told you that trees could grow chocolate," Kristoff chuckled as they walked to class.
"Shut up Kristoff," Elsa replied. Peter was going to get his standard quota by the end of the day at this rate.
"You know it's true. Elsa and Anna, sitting in a tree. K-I-" A sharp elbow jabbed him in the stomach.
"Stahp! Just shut the hell up Kris. Quit talking!" The poor girl's face went beet red at the thought of even kissing her beloved strawberry-blonde.
"I love you too Els," he responded; but he left her alone after that. "See you in third period. And Els…" she looked up at him from the door post. "Good luck." He flashed her a thumbs up and a wink before he headed to his class a little further down the hall.
"Oi, move yer lazy keister into the classroom. Mr. Gru is goin' to have our arses if anyone is late!" That thick accent was hard to ignore. Oh gods, why?
"And good morning to you too Merida," Elsa replied with disinterest.
"Shut yer gob Rimes. I already don't like ye. Now get yer arse in the class before I kick ye in there."
Dat accent though…
Elsa didn't bother with pondering the matter too long, and decided to get into the classroom — lest she incur the wrath of the Scot. Wow, that sounds like a b-rated horror movie. Ha! Take that DunBroch!
The teen walked into the class and picked a random seat. She whittled away her time to wait for her bald teacher by staring at the copper locks up ahead. Such soft, lovely, sexy, oh so touchable hair. Elsa had to pinch her hand at the thought. "Way to go Arendelle. You sound like such a creeper. Just go ahead and touch her hair while you're at it. Yeah, and then get locked up for molestation you stalker!" Her forehead collided with the large desk in front of her.
A giggle came from in front of her.
Curious, she lifted her head just enough to have one eye steal a glance. To her surprise, a set of teal eyes looked right back at her. Elsa sat up once she registered who was looking at her. Before she could even bring herself to even wave back, Felonious Gru walked into the classroom with a brief case in hand. "Shut your noisy faces, and keep your eyeballs on me."
Such a charmer, ain't he?
"Dat accent though…" a voice remarked from the back of the class. Well this started sooner than she thought. It was a custom for one of the class clowns to mock Mr. Gru's extremely thick accent.
"Oi, who said that?"
And there goes Merida. Always defensive about how the others mocked the man's accent since she had one herself. "Leave it alone Ms. DunBroch," he commented dryly. "We will be starting new lab." The class let out a groan.
Yes. New labs meant new lab partners.
Elsa let out a breath to calm herself. "Release, and set free," she mumbled to herself. Now that she was composed she had her eyes focused on her entertaining teacher. He was calling out partners:
Anastasia with Margo; Kuzco with Hiccup; Violet with … blah, blah, blah…
"Elsa Rimes will be with Anna Andersen," Mr. Gru called off from his list without a care. No one saw it but Elsa did a quick fist pump. "Score one for Rimes. You go girl!"
"Merida DunBroch will be paired with Hercules Athens."
"I'm bein' paired wit' who?" Merida asked with a scowl.
"Mr. Athens," Mr. Gru repeated through gritted teeth.
"You're trying to fail me aren't ye?" the redhead glared at her instructor.
"I do not fail students. I give them what they've earned. You will be partnered with Mr. Athens."
"That's the biggest crock of shite I've ever heard. The boy is dumber than a sack o' potatoes," she scoffed.
"Hey!" Hercules growled from his seat. Sure he wasn't the brightest bulb, but was that even necessary? What did he do to her?
"Oh, so you think you can do so much better if I gave you another partner then? Fine! Ms. Rimes is your partner, and Ms. Andersen can go with Mr. Athens," he snorted through his lengthy nose.
"What?!" Merida shouted in outrage. She didn't hate Elsa, but damn it, she didn't like her very much either.
Meanwhile, Elsa was in her seat with a pout. "Oh way to go Mr. Gru, you kicked the poor puppy. What a villain, am I right?" Guy muttered from his seat as he watched Elsa whimper at her lost victory. So… close!
"Okay, who's the wise guy who said that?" The rest of the class snickered.
Elsa let out a sigh as the class was brought back to attention when they entered the lab. "Great, I'm stuck with Wrath of the Scot for the rest of the week. Hu-zzah…"
(A/N: It's not much, but I hope you like it anyways. I might be able to update every other Saturday, or sooner, depending on the length of the chapter. Most of my chapters range from 7-13 pages, but sometimes they are much longer than that. Just in case some of you are wondering who Guy is, he's a character from The Croods which is a DreamWorks film. There will be plenty of cameos of other characters from various other animation studios, so if you think of any, PM me, or leave it in the review. I do consider the input of my readers, and I will be putting up polls on my profile. If/when I do, I will inform you of it in an A/N, so you can have your say. I will have it open for a week, and close it afterwards. If you don't vote, don't worry, I'll accept you vote via PM as well. You can make the difference between my update frequency, so keep that in mind and leave reviews. Your input and opinions matter to me. I have the story mapped out from beginning to end, but I do like to see my reviewers happy when they see I've used one of their ideas… if I can find a place to put it.
Updated: I wrote this update not long after posting the story, because I didn't want fans of Arendelle High getting pissed so don't call me out on it. I already said above that Frostbitten and Lovestruck was inspired by Arendelle High. Yes, I've read Arendelle High. This story is going to be different from Arendelle High. Spoilers to Arendelle High: The only similarities that these two fanfics share are that it takes place in a high school setting, Elsa supposedly fell for Anna first, and there being g!p Elsa. I would appreciate it if you guys would refrain yourselves from posting rude reviews or spamming my PMs with hate. As a fan of Arendelle High I can understand wanting to come to the defense of the writer and the story — cause let's face it, Arendelle High is fucking awesome and hilarious! *gives another shout-out* :D *cough* Anyways, please consider that I've updated my A/N just to state this, and give me time to continue writing so that you can see what I have in store for this pairing. Until the next update: see you guys next time.)