Jack's Frost

Beep! Beep! Beep! I slid my finger across my phone, turning off the dreadful noise. Rather than stretching I just laid in bed. My breath was loud and heavy. And despite the heavy comforter and warm bed, I had chills on my arms. I was suppose to meet Pitch today.

I shook my head, trying to pretend this was just another average day. I put on my basic light brown pants and my favorite blue hoodie on top of a v-neck white short sleeve shirt.

I skipped breakfast, feeling there was no way I could keep food down, and went ahead and entered the school's address into my GPS.

The school gave into view about fifteen minutes later and I noticed with nervous excitement it was a very intricate building, so large and detailed. The front of the building was all bricks, with large silver letters spelling out Disney Dream High School.

I parked my black car, heading into the building. I was pleasantly surprised to find that the cafeteria was the first room when you walked in. It was very spacious, consisting of several large rectangular tables and silver and red chairs. Above the door were large glass windows lighting up the room. It was very welcoming while still being overwhelming.

I quickly realized that this was the school hangout. The place was packed full of teenagers chatting, laughing, and just hanging out. I stared down at the photo of Pritchard (Pitch) Black, realizing there was absolutely no way I was going to find him.

"Are you Jack?" I nearly jumped out of my skin. Behind me was Pitch. Staring at him I realized that he was way creepier in person than in the photos.

His voice, for one, was way too low for his scrawny body. His skin was a sickly gray color, he wore a black cloak type dress, and had a black tattoo of a horse with sand trailing behind it on his neck where it was peeking out of his cloak. His hair was a black color in spikes combed back sloppily.

"Yeah." I replied causally. A narrow smile made its way to his face.

"Perfect. Okay, you see that girl over there." He pointed in the distance. In that direction two girls and a guy stood. One of the girls was wearing a bright smile, with her cherry red hair in two braids. Next to her, a girl stood with platinum blond hair in a think, rather fancy, braid. She was giving the guy, who like Pitch was wearing all black, a deadly glare as he walked up to the strawberry blond.

"Which one?" I asked him.

"The blonde, not the redhead." He clarified and I nodded my head in response. "Well that's Elsa. You will try and friend her, but beware she is despicable."

I chuckled a little. The comment for one, was really weird. Mostly though, it was Pitch who made me laugh. While he had this intimidating exterior, he gave off a vibe of loneliness, like he was dying to talk to someone. Perhaps, Elsa was to blame for this. However, looking back over at her I couldn't see how an angel like her could cause any harm.

"So why am I befriending her?" I asked.

"Because you need her to fall in love with you. I want her to feel so happy with you." He said with a wicked smile. The smile did not match his words

"This is your revenge?" I paused. "To make her feel happy?"

"No you idiot." He snarled. "The revenge will come when you break her heart. You will make her wish she was never even born. You will make her fear love. "

He started doing one of those classic evil villain laughs. A few people had turned to us, making me shift uncomfortably in my shoes. God, this was the worst idea.

"Listen, I don't think I can just get that girl to fall in love with me." I told him. Platinum blonde hair, a slim figure, and sensitive eyes. From the distance I may not be able to tell what color they are, but they still looked so deep. Add all that stuff together and the message is clear...Elsa is outta my league.

"Trust me you can." Pitch assured impatiently. "When I saw all the girls staring at you in that toy store, I knew you were my guy. You can get her to fall in love with you, partner."

The word rolled off his tongue strangely, like it was suppose to be an insult. If I was a turtle I would have crawled into my shell, to never come back out.

Think of the money Jack, I told myself.

"Okay I'll try." How hard could this be? " So is there somewhere I should go to get my schedule and stuff."

"No, I have that taken care of." The same wicked smile as before on his face, as he handed me a piece of paper. "I have had your schedule created to be the exact same as Elsa's." The connections this guy had were astounding.

"That has your locker combination and schedule." He explained. "Now go talk to her!"

I felt my feet drag me towards her, stopping nearby to casually listen to her conversation.

"You must be Scar." Elsa coldly snarled at to the person in black. Maybe she actually is an indecent human being, she just appeared so innocent and pure. I don't typically judge a book by their cover, but this cover had just seemed so perfect.

The girl with the red hair also seemed rather perfect, and right now she was sending Elsa a very aggravated look.

"I am." The guy smiled robotically, almost forced. "But you can call me Taka."

Elsa had backed away slightly, staring at the other girl with fear for a second. To say she looked concerned was an understatement.

"I will." She held her ground, giving the guy another glare, before facing the girl again. "You should probably head to class Anna."

The girl, I guess named Anna, nodded slightly. "Bye sis." She smiled and walked away with Taka, leaving Elsa with a concentrated expression.

"Be careful, hearts are more fragile than you think." She whispered delicately under her breath, barely audible.

I really shouldn't fret that though, I decided. Sisters often are worried for each other.

Show time! I dropped my schedule in Elsa's direction, and it slid perfectly under the edge of her shoe. She seemed to snap out of her trance as she picked it up and handed it to me shyly.

"Thanks." I gave her a smile.

"No problem." She replied rather quietly.

Now I had never been one who thought eyes could hold emotion, yet somehow hers did. Her blue orbs displayed such sadness. Her words suddenly echoed in my head.

"Hearts are more fragile than you think."

Maybe she had already been through a heartbreak. Did Pitch know about this? I couldn't just break her heart now, be another nuisance in this young lady's life. Maybe I should consider backing out.

No I can't! Think of the money, I told myself harshly. Pitch must have a good reason.

"Hey, so, I'm kinda new here and I can't find my class." I admitted truthfully. "Could you help me find Mr. North's room?"

Elsa looked pretty surprised to hear the name. "Eh- yeah, I actually have that too. I'm surprised they put a new student in an AP class." The way she hugged her books against her maroon sweater told me she was still uncomfortable.

"Oh, really. It must have been because of my past grades, not to brag but I'm pretty much a genius." I smirked as I began following her.

"I believe that is the exact definition of bragging. Besides, I think I can give you a run for your money when it comes to who the smartest student in Mr. North's class is." As soon as she said it she retreated. Suddenly she seemed really sad, like a cute little kitten that lost her mittens. What could she have done to Pitch? I couldn't help thinking again how innocent she looks. Looks can be deceiving, I told myself again. Either way, a conversation neededto be started.

"So since we both have AP History, I'm assuming that you are a senior too."

Elsa shrugged. "Um- yeah." She said simply, not really making eye contact.

She had really retreated into that timid state. "So how long have you been going to this school?" I asked lamely.

"Oh, since preschool." Elsa responded. "My dad's company headquarters is actually here in Arendelle."

Yes! A longer answer. "So what's your dad's company?" I asked.

"It's Winter's Insurance." She told me.

"Really? That's the insurance that like my whole home town uses!" I exclaimed causing her, to my surprise, to blush and look away from me.

"Yeah it's a big company." Elsa admitted quietly.

Looks like I hit a rough patch. Time for a subject change. "So do you know anything about Mr. North?" I asked.

Elsa giggled a little, showing me a small smile. "I feel like I'm being interviewed with all these questions you're asking."

Now it was my turn to blush. It was just my way of keeping a conversation going. "Oh- sorry, I was just curious." I admitted. At least I know Elsa has a good sense of humor.

"It's no problem really." Elsa smiled slightly. " I don't know much about Mr. North, just that he teaches AP History, and he always has this huge semester long project at the beginning of the year. Which by the way, I'm not excited for."

"Well great." I started sarcastically. "I'm sure that everyone taking this class already knows who they're going to pair with. What a great way to start the year." While I seriously found this annoying, I really wanted to drop a hint that I wanted to be partners with her. I mean there are love stories that start with a school project right?

Elsa giggled again. "Don't worry, he makes everyone draw for partners." She assured me.

Elsa turned and walked into a classroom, and I followed her in. I expected she would go join the large group of people talking, but instead she went and sat in the back corner.

Naturally, I sat down next to her. "You like the back?" I asked.

Elsa seemed to frown a little, causing me to assume this was another rough patch. "I guess." she replied simply.

The silence engulfed us as I searched my brain for something to say. Finally, she turned to me beginning to open her mouth.

"Listen, it's sweet of you to talk to me, and sit next to me, but I'm not really social anymore-"

"Anymore?" I interrupted.

"I use to be socialish." She sighed deeply, as if the words were not coming out right. I couldn't help but wonder what happened. No doubt it would be another rough patch. "But the point is you can be popular and have friends, as long as you pretend you never met me." Her eyes were pleading with me to agree. Those eyes, so similar to mine, yet so different with their feminine sparkle.

"No thanks." I couldn't help but smirk. However, it quickly turned into a sincere smile. "I'd rather make friends with the shy, used to be social, girl who helped me find my class. The girl who I can already tell has an incredible sense of humor, and an interesting back story." I explained. The weird thing was I meant it, not just for the money. I was kind of hoping she wouldn't fall in love with me, because I did not want to break this intricate

girl's heart. When did my life get so complicated?