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chapter one – heads, or tails?


Summary: "Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first one who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior." [Jack Frost and Elsa. Jelsa. AU.]

Prompt: The quote above, as in the one in the summary is from The Catcher in the Rye. The initial prompt is the fact that we live in a society that's clearly damaged but, I wanted something more. See, there's this manga based on the Pokemon games called Pokemon Special/Adventures. The arc for BW2 is really interesting and if you have any knowledge of it whatsoever, then you'll understand what I mean.

A/N: I have changed the previous chapter, quite drastically. It's not a lot, but it's revised and a big improvement has been made. Some events have changed as well so, as to not cause any confusion whilst reading this chapter, or the rest of the fanfiction, I suggest you take a step back and read the prologue again. It would be most helpful :)

Disclaimer: Don't own anything at all :)


Corona Sin Clair's School of the Gifted was truly an exemplary school. Serving it's purpose for over eighty years, it is stationed at Burgess, Pennsylvania with it's dark walls, ancient crafted buildings and vibrant display of flowers. However, unbeknownst to the outside world whose prying eyes saw nothing more of the substance displayed by the school's extravagance, Corona Sin Clair was more than just a school for the gifted.

The students of Corona stood tall with pride for their many capabilities that surpassed that of a normal human being. And it is within this very fact that this school has become the key passage to the criminal underworld. Students of all ages have long learned that by entering Corona, they are to devote themselves entirely to rigorous training to hone and control their powers.

It is an unspoken secret, a golden rule that those special people must be aware of upon taking that very entrance exam. The mission of working towards protecting the surface from the evils that lurked bounded to the hells of the crime and injustice of the underworld – this was a duty carried out by secret organizations. The truth of Corona Sin Clair's sole existence is to act as a decoy, a training facility, and a source for information.

Those of the staff who knew it, hid it well. And those who didn't—they played puppets to strings they knew no origin of.

"It's nice to see you back again, Jack Frost." There's a chill in the voice that spoke, a sinister crackle in each word. "What errand does your master have for you that involve another infiltration in my school, once again?"

"If you must know, Professor Black, it seems that the criminal organization we tried to take down is rebuilding once again. Rumor has it that their main base is actually here, in this very fine school of yours. Not only that, many of it's members are disguised as new students of this year—one of which is an expert in persuasion and could potentially recruit members through a very special method."

"Tch." The black haired man tosses the file folder across his table, sending papers of important information scattering all across the room. "We are a neutral, Jackson, but the more you meddle through these missions of yours using this school, the more we seem to get involved."

"I can't help it if it's tradition."

There's a small drip of sarcasm in the white haired boy's voice. His patient eyes look slyly towards the man before him, a small smirk on his lips. He crosses his leg and tosses what seems to be a small tube-like object towards the table. Before the older man can react, there's a sudden click and Jack is suddenly perched on the very edge of the mahogany desk, the tube extended as a stick to the professor's neck. A devilish smile graces his feature.

He holds the stick like a fulcrum, casually balanced on the tip of his toes. Professor Black gulps with a little growl, as he is rendered immobile by the mischievous seventeen years old.

"I need access to all the new students' data – hard file copy, and a USB copy, sent directly to Tatiana Faye. As well as that, I'm going to need you to change my class schedule." Jack hops off the desk, and settles himself calmly on his seat, his long stick still held out to the professor's throat. "It would seem that I cannot be in the same classes as the dean's daughter anymore."

"Your personal issues have no relevance to your upcoming mission. I have the right to refuse."

"And I have the right to kill you on the spot."

The older man quivers a small smirk, the gold in his eyes shining bright against the darkened room and it's thick crimson curtains, and black stained windows.

"Contrary to popular belief, you have no power to do that, Mr. Frost."

A simple flick of the finger, and Jack's stick is sent whirling for the wall, shrinking it, and catching the boy in surprise. Jack jumps off his seat and hisses with a small disgruntled look.

"You're no match for me, Overland."

"Make up your mind. Call me Frost, or Overland, just don't jeopardize my position by using both names simultaneously."

"As you wish."

The man stands up, his slim figure clad in black, a dark wooden cane held by his right hand. Jack bends to pick up his fallen weapon, only to have his chin lifted up by the cane. Bright blue eyes clash with those shimmering golden ones.

"I will send for the information. But the next time you mistreat your elders, I won't be so forgiving."

"Tch."

"Remember this Jackson, I am not a patient man. I do not tolerate or play games. You'd best be serious when confronting me."

"Fuck you."

It doesn't take much effort for the man called Professor Black to literally kick Jack out of his office. Before the boy can even utter a word of complaint, the door is already slammed shut, and his retractable stick is left lolling beside him.

"That fucking cunt."

"I see you still have a way with the elites, Jackson."

Jack's head snaps up to the familiar voice, and his eyes come in contact with whiskey orbs and a goatee that brings back quite a few memories.

"Flynn Rider." He smirks, a signature that he's become somewhat proud of. "What brings you to this neck of the woods?"

"Ah, just a little bit of thieving, some investigating here and there."

"Really?"

"Really."

The brunette grins, his tall built leaning casually against the line of lockers. He has a small dagger played by his right hand, and his left seems to be busy holding a fag.

"However, I'm more interested in the new case you're supposedly leading. I hear it's quite the trouble. In fact, it's so much trouble that they're sending all three divisions to one school—how 'bout that."

"You mean me, Tooth, and you?"

"And an extra member from your department as well will be joining us shortly."

"How convenient."

"It is."

Flynn takes a step out of his lax position, and carefully trudges towards the white-haired boy. The look on his face dictates nothing but an easy-going charm. However, the tension that lies within the area tells a completely different story.

He gets close enough to Jack, before he bends to whisper softly into his ear.

"I suggest you keep a wide eye out. There's a difference between an ex-member, and a member in exile."

"It's no different, Flynn – whether they're former spies or terrorist agents. If they committed a crime as a member under the name of the enemy, they will always be the enemy. And they will be taken down."

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First class bustles with joys of getting to know classmates and seeing old friends. But through the lens that Elsa uses, it was an opportunity to learn about her surroundings, and label the people around her as an ally, a neutral, or the enemy. But none of that should matter now that she's free to live her life normally. Still, instincts overpower, and somehow – she just finds herself captivated by the sight of her classmates and the normality lived in.

"Rapunzel, I have the report from Mistress Gothel that you asked for. She also wants you to go to her office now."

"Do you know what for?"

"Not really, but I reckon it has something to do with Jackson's absence from her class today."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah."

"Very well then."

Blue eyes trailed after the blonde haired girl whose face contorted dignified sadness. She made slow and graceful movements, at the same time she acted confused and clumsy, greeting people on her way, and then bumping into the chairs scattered across the classroom. Such mannerism reminded her of Anna, her sister – the innocent one.

"Hey."

There's something rough in the voice that speaks, but it sounded friendly enough to catch Elsa's attention. She turns to her right and sees a wild mess of bright red hair.

"Yer the new kid, 'ight?"

"Yes."

"Well, welcome on board!" The girl's movements are sudden, and she grabs Elsa's hand so quickly to shake it, leaving the blonde more than startled and confused. "I'm Merida Dunbroch, and any questions ye have 'bout 'is 'ere school, the students, anything a'all—or even if ye just wanna talk, I'm 'ere!"

"Thank you." Merida grins, the showing of her teeth quite a childish display, but Elsa feels quite charmed. "Actually, I do have a few questions, regarding some students."

"Fire on ahead."

"First of all, that girl – with the long blonde hair…who is she?"

"'At's Rapunzel Corona, daughter of the dean. She's also Mistress Gothel's star student in the medicine department, and quite popular around school."

"Oh."

"Why'd ye ask?"

"Nothing. It's just—she seems a little disturbed."

"Wha'ya mean?"

"Well, she came into the classroom looking a little gloomy and not talking to anyone, but when she was approached by that other girl, her whole demeanor change into something cheerful. Although, judging from the soft tone of her voice, she may be faking it."

"Wow, yer observant."

The red haired girl chuckles, her arms thrown behind for her head to lean on, and legs propped up against the desk. Elsa subtly coughs in disdain.

"I guess it's true though—she is acting a wee bit weird. It might've something to do with that rowdy ol' boyfriend of 'ers."

"I see." Twirling her hair between her slim fingers, Elsa scoots a little further to the side, away from Merida. "Boy troubles, I presume, seem to be a bit of a burden concerning our generation's lifestyle."

"Nah—they can't get to you if you just ignore them. That's why I choose to go solo."

"Okay."

"Anymore questions?"

"Just one more."

"Go."

"Who is—"

Before the conversation could further go on, a clapping sound boomed across the classroom, and Merida left Elsa with a small wave and a sorry smile. The teacher enters, unruly black hair shined with bits of grey and white. Following after her was the dean's daughter, the flow of her long hair enchanting the eyes of their male classmates.

"Good morning, students."

"Good morning, Mistress Gothel."

After the small exchange, the mistress proceeds to take the roll and Rapunzel finds her seat beside Elsa. A short tension arises as neither girls spoke, nor bothered to acknowledge the other's presence, but from the corner of their eyes, weary glances were exchanged.

"Today's lesson will be cut short to make time for the assembly later on, hosted by Professor Black. For those who are new, Professor Black is the head of the Science department of our school. He will be passing out brand new laws within the lab, as well as other announcements passed on by the teachers from the other departments."

A series of hands shot up, all eager to ask questions. Elsa stays silent, observing her teacher, and the way her cheekbones stood out, and how her lab coat remained unbuttoned, revealing a bodycon red dress. To the side, Rapunzel was vigorously writing down on a pad, and Elsa assumes they're notes to be taken down.

"Hey."

When Elsa calls, it startles Rapunzel, and she accidentally drops her pen to the ground.

"Yes?"

"Are we required to make a note of all of this?"

"Oh, no." The blonde whose hair shined with a little more gold gave out a small smile, her green eyes glittering with such warmth, Elsa does not feel used to it at all. "I'm just taking it down because it's my job."

"Job?"

"I'm the Science department's council representative and it's my job to ensure that all events – small assemblies, science fairs and many more – that take place within the Science department go smoothly."

"Even small assemblies?"

"Even small assemblies."

The words drift and both girls no longer feel the need to continue conversing. It's not an awkward situation per se, but there is something uncomfortable in the silence that burns through their ears.

The lesson carries on for another thirty minutes, Mistress Gothel floating from one side of the classroom to another, her style of teaching something Elsa has not yet seen before—but it was interesting. And when the bell rang, students left with much haste, buzzing for their next class. Rapunzel was the last to leave before Elsa, and she looks back at the girl with the faded blonde hair, curiosity overtaking her. She leaves in a small hum, and Elsa does so too, as soon as her bag is packed.

The hallway is filled with many types of people, their hair color all expressive with dip-dyed pinks and full head of blue locks. There were so many interesting things about their habits that Elsa couldn't help but observe – the way they interacted, the girls that silently read their books at the corner, the couples shamelessly making out, and boys all sweaty from gym class.

She was so lost in taking in her surroundings that she didn't hear the rolling of plastic wheels, and a loud LOOK OUT calling for her, before she—for the second time that day, seriously—collided once again with a boy and his skateboard.

"Ow."

She gurns, a delicate hand coming to pat what may be a bruise forming on the back of her head.

"We have got to stop meeting up like this."

The familiar voice speaks up and she snaps her eyes up to white hair and those blue eyes that once left her stuttering.

"YOU!"

"Hey, girl with the incoherent phrases."

"I-I-I have a name."

"Of course, I'm so sorry."

He stands up, dusting his knees, and slinging the fallen bag over his shoulder. He extends a hand to Elsa and she carefully takes it.

"If you don't know how to ride a skateboard, you shouldn't be frolicking around the halls with it." She grunts, feeling herself pulled up to a stand. "You could seriously injure people with that deathtrap."

"Okay, for one, this is not a deathtrap—it's a very convenient device that allows me to travel places without the much needed effort of walking." Blue eyes roll before him and he feels slightly offended. "And two, I do know how to ride it. If it weren't for you and your by-standing – if you would just pay attention to your surroundings! – we wouldn't keep crashing into each other—literally!"

"Sure."

"I liked you better when you didn't know how to speak."

"Excuse me?"

"You sounded a lot nicer when you were stuttering—heck, you even looked cute! I was even planning on taking you out to dinner to make-up for whatever injury I might've caused you the first time. But it seems to me that you are rude beyond compare."

"Rude beyond compare?! I am the victim of your reckless skateboarding!"

"And like I said, if you weren't too busy day dreaming I—"

"I wasn't day dreaming!"

"—wouldn't have bumped into you."

"I—you—ugh—annoying!"

There's a tint of red splashed across Elsa's cheeks, and the white haired boy found so much satisfaction in the cute way her nose scrunched.

"See, you're cuter this way."

Elsa did not know whether to feel flattered, or scandalized. However, the boy's entire display changed in half a second as he is once again holding her hand and kissing it. The red on Elsa's face grew ten shades darker and a soft whimper escaped from her lips.

"I'm sorry for being so rude, I just really wanted to see your reaction. I'm Jackson Overland by the way, but you'll have the honor of calling me Jack."

"I—"

"Might I know the lady's name?"

Elsa hesitated, still red on her face, and hand still held by Jackson. But his smile is quite the charm and she couldn't let out the rejection she planned to assert.

"Elsa Arendelle."

"That's a beautiful name, for such a beautiful girl."

"Thank you."

She whispers to the crowd surrounding them, those that passed by and saw nothing of the incident. And his smile only grows, a little bit of that familiar mischief dancing across his eyes. She feels shyness creeping back in her, and the fluster that tinted her cheeks came like a soft blush. She couldn't speak or pull away. But she didn't have to.

"I'll see you soon, Elsa Arendelle."

And in the blink of an eye, he disappears, blending in with the students that walked through the hallway. Not even his distinctive white hair could separate him from everyone else. And Elsa is left standing confused and speechless.

54321

It's the last class of the day and Elsa savored her chance to be out in the field with the grass and the wind, and the tarmac beneath her. Students all lined up, dressed in their sporting gears, ready for the games to begin. Physical Education teacher, Professor Robert Parr stood aside, a clipboard in hand, listing off the names of those participating.

"Elsa Arendelle."

The call made Elsa turn, and sluggishly walk over to the big man. She takes the small piece of cloth he offers, and moves on to her allocated team. Paired with three people – every one of them she's not familiar with – she stood beside them, resting under the shade of a cherry tree.

A boy with large glasses, and brown hair sat down, a seemingly obedient dog by his side. Beside him is girl, long black hair and chocolate painted skin, enjoying the soft breeze that calms her soul and comforts her. And last but not the least, another brunette boy sat, hair wind swept and a goatee decorating his chin.

"Hi."

The girl whispers, patting a large root beside her, offering Elsa to sit down. The blonde humbly complies.

"You're new, right?"

"Yes?"

"Welcome."

"Thank you."

"I'm Pocahontas. And that small boy with the dog is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock, and this one here is Flynn Rider."

"Hey ya."

Flynn greets her with a smoldering pucker of his lips. Elsa is slightly startled, and raises an eyebrow at the strange man.

"Stop it Flynn, you'll chase away the poor girl."

Before the brunette boy could make a retort, Professor Parr has already called for all the teams to gather. As they meet up at the center of the playing field, Elsa could recognize a few of the faces surrounding her—including that Jackson Overland fellow. He stood in a crowd of four, along with the red-haired Merida, and two other students she's not familiar with.

The game's rules are explained, the main objective being to get to the opponent's base across the field, without getting caught. Elsa identifies it with chess – the only game she has ever had the chance to play freely. The base acts like the king, and to corner the other players in which whatever move they make ultimately leads to their demise, was the basic fundamental.

First off, Jackson's team against a team four boys with sadistic grins, and crazy looking hairstyles. The whistle blows, and without wasting any time, not even half a breath, the players are on the move. Elsa could hardly believe how quickly things escalated – and it seems like she wasn't the only one. All new students from all the other teams are in awe at the swift and fast movements of the players. It was something unnatural – as if they've been trained their whole lives to do this.

Jackson is cleverly ahead of everyone else, almost close to the base, but a boy with blue and pink dyed hair blocks his path, and pursues to catch him. Jackson quickly stands back, trying to avoid being touched. If you are touched, you are caught, leaving you a prisoner within the base. And Jackson could not afford to get caught so early in the game.

Acting as defense for Jackson's base is a blonde haired girl, eyes covered with her mess of a fringe. She faces off against another big man with brown hair, and huge arms. For such a little girl, she is holding her stand very well, and does her best to catch him whilst trying to protect the base all at the same time. She makes quick movements to dodge his attempts of hitting her, backing up and seemingly leading the fighter to the corner furthest away from the base. Merida and the other boy from her team are in the middle, being chased by the two other boys in the opposing team.

Despite the fact that winning required teamwork, everyone knew that the chances of all four team members succeeding, was one to none. So they never acted as a team, they treated it as if it were every man for himself.

The players danced across the field for another ten minutes, every moment more urgent than the next. Even if it's just a simple play to strengthen your bones, and stretch your limbs, the way everyone cheered as if it was life or death, amused Elsa. Humans were strange creatures – competition being one of the many things that they relied on for means of survival. But it's also so despicable that such a manner, for the sake of having fun, could be tainted with human greed.

It ended with Jackson as the winner, and Elsa is not at all surprised. He leaves the battlefield with a grin, and eyes that ventured in his new proclaimed victory. There's sweat crawling down his neck, and his breath falls into a fast paced rhythm. When he walks past Elsa and their shoulders graze, she knows for a fact that this boy, whose eyes so full of mischief, and smile so charming, was no ordinary boy. There's a layer of secrets hidden within him – just like her – and that is something she greatly admires.

"Next up, Pocahontas, Hiccup Haddock, Flynn Rider and Elsa Arendelle against…"

"Good luck, newbie."

He whispers, passing by her ear, and the names of her opponents fade with his breath fanning her sensitive neck. She gives him a shy smile, something in her unsure when it comes to this boy. And she looks back once more, only to find him gone into thin air, just like before.

"May I remind you, this exercise determines who amongst you students are physically capable of representing the school in the upcoming games festival. So be sure to do your best – we need the best."

"Yes sir."

The cliché would be Elsa winning – something strange for a first timer. But she's trained to have a watchful eye and fast reflexes that her opponents stood no chance. Pocahontas came close, but she ultimately failed to bring the team a win. With the victory, Elsa becomes automatically qualified to participate in the games festival. However, she refused.

"What do you mean you humbly refuse?! It is not an option—it's an order!" Professor Parr lectures, and Elsa nods with a bored face. "You, a new student, have the audacity to go against your teacher?!"

"I'm not going against you, sir – I'm just not comfortable representing the school because—well, I'm a new student, wouldn't that be strange?"

"You have great skills, Miss Arendelle. However, you choose not to use them for the benefits of this school – that is violating every code of conduct there ever is written in the book of Corona Sin Clair!"

"I just—I don't like competing."

Elsa mutters shyly, unsure of whether her reasoning was acceptable – even for her. The truth was, she saw no benefit in involving herself with the foolish chargin that could face this school if ever they lost – she'd never take it seriously anyway. She disliked competition more than anything else in the world.

"Come on Blondie, do it for the school." A cocky voice rings and everyone turns to look at the white haired boy, casually making his way over to the duo. "If not, then do it for yourself."

"Excuse me?"

"You look like the type who's uptight and doesn't go out much."

"You're a terrible judge of character."

"Even so, you haven't seen a good time in a long while, haven't you?"

The question struck something in Elsa that she never would've thought of, before. A good time – happiness—that's something alien to her. She's never really thought about it, the true definition of a genuine smile—having fun. She's been across the world, met so many places with so many different people – but all this time, she's always been isolated. Because she wasn't touring France for delight, or visiting Big Ben for historical purposes—no. She had missions, and duties – there was never any time for fun. What was fun anyway?

"So, what'd you say? Win or lose, wouldn't you like to have fun competing with us?"

His smile is sincere. It's different from all the other ones she's seen on him before. Those were wide curves of his lips, but this one was soft. His eyes have never looked more open than it has before and when she looks into them, they're not shrouded with mystery or mischief. It's all sincere—he's all sincere.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay."

"Good."

They shake on it, and his hand is strong and calloused. Even though hers held a firm grip, he still felt the delicacy of her slim fingers. As if, if he held on too tight, it might break. Blue eyes locked with sky-like eyes. And an agreement, a promise sworn to secrecy, whispered by their irises, is made.


A/N:

As promised, 4k-ish words. I reckon without the a/n's it would be about 4.2k words but let's not get bogged down on the details.

A few things, next chapter we will meet the Big Four – by big four I actually mean the real big four, aka Tooth Fairy, North, Sandy and Bunny. Of course, they will have proper names to fit their role within this fanfiction. Like Jack, their deity roles will be used as codenames – seeing as I don't plan on making them immortal or incorporating ROTG roles within this fanfiction. You've had a glimpse of Tooth in the prologue, she's even mentioned in the first chapter. However, she will be properly introduced next chapter. I was actually planning on introducing Bunny this chapter but since I'm following a certain timeline, that is delayed. Also, I used up all my motivation to write on writing all the Jelsa interaction – not that I regret it I mean, come on, I'm a Jelsa shipper and their banter is my life.

Whether Pitch will remain a neutral or an antagonist, I have yet to decide. If you guys have any suggestions, feel free to review. Also, this idea of the underworld is taken from my current obsession with Kuroshitsuji. There will be themes from this manga that I will incorporate but the main bulk of this fanfiction is going to be based on the BW2 arc. However, there will be a breakaway point where I will no longer follow that plot bc let's face it, the BW2 has barely started, much less, ended. Until next time :)

PS – Please keep in mind this chapter has not been corrected as of yet, so any typos and/or grammatical errors made will be fixed as soon as possible.

PPS – The "okay" bit was not a reference to TFIOS it was accidental, hahaha.