A/N: I still own nothing.

The warm sun really cheered Anna up. She took out the final batch and wiped the sweat from her forehead. The idea to bake on a day so hot was insane, but she knew that without her daily practice, she would not stand up to the immense competition at school. She sighed relieved and let the cookies cool down, removed her apron and hanged it on the wall.

"It's such a nice day!" she concluded with a stretch, peaking out of the closed window. It was still early – she was so lucky to have a free day from school. Too bad Elsa didn't.

She checked the clock and grinned. The pâtisserie wasn't going to be opened for a few hours. She still had time. She packaged half of the batch in a brown box and tied it with an icy blue ribbon. Done that, she placed it on the table and fixed her hair. Elsa's school was posh like some of the elite schools Anna had heard about and every time she visited the place, she was glad she didn't have to study there.

She picked up the cookies soon enough and set off, forgetting to lock the door as she went. She skipped down the narrow street, enjoying the comforting spring and stopped from time to time to admire the old town. She still hadn't gotten used to living in the city and the old town always reminded her where they originated from.

The Atlas Academy was located in the central of the old town. Almost out of range for ordinary people, it stood high and mighty, separated from other buildings with a steel fence. "Like a prison," Anna shuddered, but announced her presence to the school guard. She visited it often enough for him to recognize her, but she felt still uncomfortable wandering the huge building alone. She walked, sending hesitant glances in every direction, unsure what to do if anyone saw her.

The bell rang, announcing the end of a lesson. Anna stiffened, entering the busy hall. She knew she would most likely find Elsa in the Student Council room, but getting there was another thing. Suddenly, a loud voice erupted in one of the nearby classroom. "Jack Frost!" it yelled, sending shivers down Anna's spine. However, she didn't stop to pay closer attention. She wanted to see Elsa as soon as possible.


"Council room, now!" the teenager huffed, hitting the white-haired boy with a book. Her face was red with anger and although she was the class president, her words seemed to have little meaning when it came to her current victim.

"Oh, give me a break!" The boy whined. "It was just a joke." But for once in his life, he obeyed. The Student Council would probably let him off the hook sooner than that woman. Merida was barbaric.

He stalked through the crowds to the other side of the school. Everyone stepped away to make way for him, the icy king of the rebels and misfits. He had always been the one to be constantly sent to the council office to make a report for his own stupid actions. Not that they looked that stupid, when he came up with the ideas. This time was not an exception.

To his surprise, the door to the council's quarters was open. Jack noticed the familiar white hair of council vice president Elsa being entangled with a warmer shade he had never seen before. "Mm, these are really good!" he heard a boy exclaim. Behind the two girls, he saw the Easter Bunny, munching cheerfully cookies. The scent of the baked goods was all over the room.

"Yo, Bunny!" he called, waving at him. He passed the girls and took one of the cookies for taste sample. It wasn't half bad. Elsa released the girl she was hugging and pinched her cheeks. "Are you ready to go, sis?" she whispered anxiously. Anna nodded.

"Good," the blond said and ruffled her sister's hair. "Good luck!" Anna nodded and grabbed a cookie from the box. She turned at the door to wave at Bunny. "Bye, everyone!" she called cheerfully and off she was.

"Frost," Elsa then turned to the boy as icy as ever. "What did you do this time?"

"Who was that?" Jack shot back, a strange glint in his eyes.

"That was vice's sister," Bunny helped. Elsa sighed.

"Now, what did you do?" the ice queen, as she was known around school, gritted through teeth. Jack carelessly shrugged.

"Nothing," he replied tersely. His mind was already elsewhere, having followed the young woman.

He had seen her before – many times so. In the pastry shop she part-timed. On a street, when she was with that boy. When she left her school. When she was serving the customers. When she was browsing the magazines in the shop.

The ultimate good girl. Queen Elsa's little sister. Vice's little sister. Jack yawned.

"Well, if that's all, I better get going," he said, standing up. He stretched and a wide grin made it to his face. The taste of Anna's cookies lingered on his tongue. They tasted like adventures and mischief – and who was him to deny himself the pleasure of another wicked trick?

"Sit down, Frost," Elsa stated, closing the door. "We need to talk. You're one of the council, yet you act like one of the.. the.." She couldn't find the right word.

"Rascals!" Aster Bunnymund, often called Easter Bunny, came to her help.

"Rascals," Elsa nodded. Jack rolled his eyes.

"I'm not part of the council," he denied. "And I am part of the rascals."

"Jack," the elegant girl scolded him.

"Can I go now?" the boy asked lazily. Elsa sighed and nodded. There was no helping it, was there? Jack was gone in an instant.