The first time we'd received our schedules in the mail, telling which classes we'd be placed in, I was disappointed when I found out I only had science with Elsa. I cheered up when she told me we'd probably be doing a lot of group projects, because I knew she'd immediately choose me as her partner. And I guess I did have having nearly every other class with Rapunzel and Belle. Rapunzel was my best friend, aside from Elsa of course. She was funny and sweet, but a real nutcase when you got her upset. I'd learned quickly getting on her bad side was the worst mistake a person could make. Then, there was Belle. She was okay, a real bookworm like Elsa. She was cheerful, playful even, and got along with just about everyone. I did like her, but there was one thing about her that made me keep my distance at times. She liked Elsa. Like, really liked Elsa, and everyone knew, She didn't even try to hide it.

"Miss Summers, I'd prefer it if you would refrain from daydreaming whilst in my class," a sharp voice cut through my thoughts. I looked up to see Mr. Weselton glared at me, and my face flushed as giggles from my classmates saw how flustered I was.

"Y-yes sir," I muttered, wishing I could just sink down into the floor right then. My English teacher stared at me a moment longer before stiffly nodding and turning his attention back to the board.

"Psst, Anna," I heard Rapunzel whisper, voice barely audible, I looked back at her, careful to make sure I didn't draw anymore unwanted notice to me. She smiled lightly and mouthed two words when I glanced at her. What's wrong. I shook my head, an attempt to say nothing. But it was obvious she didn't believe me as she scrunched up her forehead questioningly. I simply smiled lightly, turning my attention back to the front. With a small sigh I sat back and pretended to pay attention. Class was not going to go by quick enough.

"Come on, Anna, it was obvious something was distracting you," Rapunzel pestered as we walked toward the cafeteria. I rolled my eyes and played with the strap on my bag.

"There's nothing on my mind. That class was just boring as hell," I mumbled, watching others pass by.

"I bet she was daydreaming about Kristoff," Belle remarked, hugging her books, a goofy grin on her face. Oh god, not this again.

"Awe, Anna's still got a crush on Krist," Rapunzel teased, pushing me playfully. I feigned a look of disgust.

"Gross, no way. He's just my friend." Both Belle and Rapunzel smiled at each other.

"Denial," they exclaimed in unison. I rolled my eyes again, pushing open the set of double doors that led into the gigantic cafeteria. I smiled as the normal sounds of laughter and random conversations filled my ears immediately, a welcome sound. The three of us, Rapunzel in the lead, began to walk further in. Naturally, my eyes scanned the place, and I couldn't help but grin childishly when my eyes landed on Elsa. She sat at a table near the windows, her eyes fixed on some type of textbook laying open in front of her. Head in the books already, I mused, not surprised in the least.

"Anna, you coming?" Belle called. I hadn't realized I'd stopped, and felt my neck get hot slightly. I shook my head though, taking a step in Elsa's direction.

"Thanks, but I have plans to sit with someone else, guys. I'll see you two in class," I called over my shoulder, practically skipping to Elsa's table. She didn't look up as I stood beside her, and I glanced at the text. Math, I realized with a grimace. While it was my worst subject, and I couldn't figure out how in the world someone could sit there and study it, Elsa seemed impressed and perplexed by the subject. She got straight A's in it. I sat down across from her and patiently waited for her to finish.

When finally she sighed, closing the book and pushing it to the side, she looked up at me. I smiled brightly at her, seeing the look she gave me. "Anna, how lovely. I was hoping you'd sit with me," she said quietly, the faintest of smiles threatening to appear on her face. I wanted to see her smile, wanted her to show she truly was happy I was there.

"Of course I am, silly. I've sat with you since we were freshmen, haven't I?" I teased, picking at my nail underneath the table. Elsa simply nodded, still managing not to smile. I huffed, leaning forward to look at the other book she'd brought. It didn't have a title on it, just a plain black cover, and I pointed at it. "What's that?"

"O-oh, that..." Elsa said, automatically running a hand over it. She finally smiled, a small, almost non-existing one, but a smile nonetheless. "It's... something I've been working on for a while." Her tone quieted even more, and I looked at it questioningly. What could it possibly be?

"Can I see it?" I asked, reaching for it without thinking. Elsa gasped slightly and tugged it out of my reach. I pulled back instantly, shocked slightly. When I looked at Elsa, she blushed and cleared her throat. It was unusual to see her this flustered.

"Sorry...It's just...something important I'd prefer not to share," she tried to explain, looking down at the table as she placed the book in her lap. I nodded in understanding, though the way she'd reacted making me all the more wanting to know just what it was. Elsa didn't normally hide things from me, so why was she doing that with this? I didn't want to question her though, so instead I just shrugged it off. She'll tell me when or if she wants me to know. It's her life, after all. I don't need to know every little thing.

Just then we both heard the snickering and laughter. Snow and her group. I was slightly surprised when Elsa seemed to shrink slightly. I set my jaw seeing Snow push Cinderella closer to our table. They were both laughing, but Cindy was trying to pull away as Snow forced her to move closer and closer to the table Elsa and I occupied. Elsa sat up a bit straighter, her face emotionless, her gaze on the table. We both knew what was going to happen; it happened every time, and it didn't seem like this year would hold any exceptions.

"Well well, looks like the Ice Bitch didn't take our advice and go jump off a bridge after all," Snow sneered, crossing her arms. I tensed, biting my tongue to keep from saying anything.

"Oh, Anna, still trying to stand up for her are you? Why do you even bother? You really think she's your friend, that she could care about you at all? Her heart is as cold as winter. Just give it up already," Cindy purred into my ear as she stepped up beside me. I swallowed back the urge to snap at her.

"It seems this whore still thinks she's better than us." Snow spat the word like it was poison in her mouth, directing her gaze at Elsa. I clenched my fists. Don't do it, don't snap. It'll only worsen Elsa's bullying if you do, you know that. Elsa remained expressionless, not even trying to return their looks. I admired her for that. That's when Snow noticed the book laying in her lap. She snatched it up before anyone could even register what happened. After a second, Elsa's head jerked up though, and for the first time in a long time I saw actually fear and hurt in her crystal eyes.

"Oh, a response." Snow smiked and stepped back in case Elsa decided to stand. "That must mean this is important, but why?" Before Elsa could speak, Snow opened the book, turning to a random page. I stared up, not knowing what to do, and from the corner of my eye I saw Elsa shaking, like actually shaking, It was a horrible sight.

"P-please," she stammered, reaching out a hand. "Please, just give it back," she whimpered, her eyes so sad they reminded me of a hurt animal. Snow placed a finger on her chin, looking like she was thinking about it.

"Hmm...I think not," she finally decided, smirking once again and looking down at the page. I was shocked to see Elsa pale, and I knew I should do something. "Dear Jack," Snow began, reading what was written on the page for all to hear. "I know I can't send these letters to you, yet still I write them. I miss you, Jack. I wish you were here, that you could talk to me and tell me everything was fine like you used to." She stopped suddenly, and I saw clearly why as I looked to Elsa. Her body was trembling, her hands clenched into fists. She drew in a deep breath, then stood, staring Snow down.

"Give. Me. The. Book." She pronounced each word clearly, and even I winced, shocked by how chilled her words were. Snow didn't have a chance to say anything. Instead the book was ripped from her hands and Elsa was suddenly gone, running as fast her legs would take her through the crowd that had slowly gathered to watch through the whole ordeal. I watched her go, watching to stand and run after her yet being unable to. My mind reeled. Who was this Jack guy? Who was he to Elsa? Why couldn't she talk to me? So many questions, and no answers yet.