A/N: So here is the pilot chapter the TDOW. Further chapters will come soon. I will update as soon as possible, but for now, here goes nothing...

SEPTEMBER

Ugh.

I didn't really want to go to band rehearsal today, but I guess if I was to remain the Fighting Wolves Drum Captain, it was in my best interest. I pulled off my sheets and stumbled into the bathroom. I soaked my face in hot water and then shaved whatever whiskers I had off of my face. I put on my white marching t-shirt and a pair of black sweat pants. It was unusually cold this month and it had already cancelled several of our practices. I packed a green and black flannel shirt with an undershirt, a pair of deep blue blue-jeans with frayed ends and a pair of black dress-ish shoes in to my bag. I grabbed my supplies for school and went out the door to my car. It was rather cold again and I went inside to grab my jacket. Better safe then sorry, i thought. It had been under twenty degrees every morning for the past week which really screwed up our marching rehearsals. Our wuss band director had been cancelling practice "out of fear for the safety of the band" as he put it. Really, he just didn't want to stand outside and give directions while he was standing in the freezing cold, but they who dressed warm faired well.

As I shut the front door to my house I turned and looked at my car that stood in the driveway. It sat there in the dark, in all of its muscled-up glory. My 1970 charcoal grey and black Chevelle SS sat motionless. I opened up the door and threw my stuff in the passenger seat when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I took it out and saw that my friend Nick texted me.

Hendrick called off rehearsal. Too Cold.

K, i replied.

I went back inside and changed into my clothes and came back out to go to school. I figured I'd get there early to talk to my friends since they were all probably there already. I turned the key and fired up the enormous 427 'Vette engine me and my Old Man shoved into this thing. I reversed out the driveway and drove to the high school. As I drove onto the campus I read the familiar sign:

Welcome to Arendelle High School! Home of the Fighting Wolves!

Below it read:

Homecoming Week!

My favorite time of year, not! This was the week that all the crazies came out, but i didn't care. I already told my buddies I wouldn't go to the dance on Saturday unless I had a date. Seeing as it was a week away, My chances were slim. As usual, the school was going to blow a large amount of money just to get the point across that our school was the badass. And since it was the tenth anniversary of the school and the school district's 15th anniversary, it was sure to be the biggest game of them all. Someone had taken my usual spot so I had to park closer to the school and other people than I wanted to. I parked in the middle of two cars I often saw next to each other. One was a hot pink Volkswagen Bug with black highlights and classic looking hubs, and the other was a bright blue '05 Mustang convertible with white interior. I looked like a show off in between these cars, but i didn't give two cents.

I walked in the band room and found the drumline just sitting around doing nothing like always. They were talking over girls, the dance, hair and other useless stuff. We stayed there talking for over an hour until the warning bell rung and we all scurried to our classes. I barely made it into my 11th grade history class before the bell rung. It was uneventful and boring as usual, but my teacher didn't assign homework like usual. As I walk through the halls, I hear people talking shit about the same girl they do every day . She was also a Junior and I actually thought I knew someone from school with her last name, Andersen.

I made it through health with little homework. I did my time in shop class welding and went into my geometry class since i failed last year. Thats when I saw her.

This girl. She's been sat in front of me in geometry class for months now and not once has she said a word. I just simply can't figure her out at all. Beautiful. Tall. Blonde. Well dressed. A girl like her could befriend half the school in no time if she wanted. But not this girl.

Elsa Andersen is different.

Most kids say she's stuck up. Some say she has problems, that she wears those gloves all the time because she 'has a thing about dirt'. Girls don't tend to like her. They don't understand why she won't gossip or attend parties or sit with them at lunch. They call her antisocial. A freak. Boys have a different name for her. A result of their injured pride from so many rejected advances.

The Ice Queen.

I don't know why, but despite not having even spoken ever to the girl, I feel protective of her. She seems delicate, like a snowflake. I sometimes like to wonder what she looks like with her hair down instead of that same bun she's always-

"Excuse me!" bellows Mr. Weselton, smacking a ruler onto my desk, scaring the living crap out of me. "But unless you can learn the significance of fractals by staring at the back of Miss Andersen's head, then I suggest you pay attention to my lecture, Mr. Edward V. Remstedt"

The whole class is sniggering at me, but I threw a silencing glare; they all go silent since they know I have my Drumline crew to back me up. As I turn away from them all, I blushed with embarrassment, wondering why my teacher has to be such a sadistic little creep. I hated Weselton ever since the day I entered his class. Elsa doesn't so much as glance over her shoulder at me. She's probably used to being stared at. I'm so tempted to smack my forehead against my wooden desk in embarrassment, But I hear a giggle coming from the seat behind.

It's a sweet giggle. Pure and genuine.

I turn to see who I have to give hell to, until I see a redheaded girl - hair styled in twin braids and cheeks dusted with freckles - smiling at my face. I recognize her. The girl is Anna Andersen - Elsa's bubbly and way more popular twin.

She gives a small wave.

At me?

She nods.

Seriously?

Another nod.

I smile widely back at her.

Sighing, Mr. Weselton noticed that I'm distracted again and addresses me again for the second time. It's another half hour until the bell rings, signalling the end of the class, and the end of my time in hell. I watch as Elsa swiftly gathers her things and glides out the classroom door before I was even on my tired and worn feet. And that's when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to see Anna standing behind me holding all of her books and her binder.

"Hey," she chirped.

I gulped. "H-Hey."

"Anna Andersen," says the friendly redhead, introducing herself.

I thought I knew someone related to Elsa! I thought.

"Stupid name, I know. It's my grandma's fault. Well, actually, no, it's my parents' fault, considering it was them who named me. But that's obvious, I mean, that's what parents do. Unless you don't have parents, in which case I'm really sorry and-" She realizes how she must sound and clears her throat nervously. "Anyway, shutting up now."

I can't help but smile at her. She's so energetic. So quirky. So awkward. So unlike what I've heard people say about her sister. But why is she only taking an interest in me now? I've been in this class for over three months along with her sister and I have been scolded by Weselton more than once for classroom distractions.

"So what are you doing for lunch?" she asked.

"Probably gonna try to shovel my food and study for my American Lit. test. Why?"

"You should come sit with me and my friend Kristoff. You always seem to sit with the same group of people at lunch, and maybe it would be nice to shake it up a bit."

"Well…" I was going to tell here that 'group of people' was the Arendelle High Drumline, my second family, and how I couldn't just leave the-

"Great!" Anna exclaims as she grabs my arm and nearly pulls it from the socket as she drags me to the cafeteria.