"Clara! It's time to get up!"

I open my eyes slowly, giving them time to adjust to the sudden increase in light as Mrs. Robinson flips the blinds open. It's taking me longer than I expected to get used to being called by a different name; even last night at dinner, Mr. Robinson had to repeat my new name several times before I realized he was trying to talk to me.

"Already?" I ask.

She smiles at me and moves from the window to the side of my bed. "I know it's early, but I have to be at work by 7:30, and you're riding with me. Now come downstairs when you're finished getting ready and we'll eat breakfast and head out." She leaves the room quietly, shutting the door behind her.

I sigh. My name isn't the only thing I'm having a hard time getting used to. Mr. and Mrs. Robinson are extraordinarily nice people, but they're not my parents. For one thing, they're older, and more…what's the word I'm looking for? More likely to stay in and enjoy the comforts of home than go out and have adventures like my parents do. They also keep insisting that I call them by their first names, Angie and Kevin, which isn't something I usually do with adults. Now that I think about it, though, it's probably a good thing. Elsa was adventurous and feisty, Clara is a reserved homebody. If I'm going to really embrace my new identity, I should embrace the things that make her who she is, and my new guardians are part of that.

I throw the blankets off my bed and go into the bathroom. After showering, I take a few minutes to look at myself in the mirror. The sight of my new face always surprises me; it's strange to see myself with short, dark hair and green eyes. I smile at my reflection, observing the way that my eyes only seem to half-smile with the rest of my face. "Good morning, Clara."

"Good morning, Clara," I respond before moving to my closet.

I repeat my new biography to myself as I dress for the day. "My name is Clara Robinson. I am fifteen years old. I just moved to Arendelle a few weeks ago to live with my aunt and uncle. I am an only child…" I pause there, partly because it hurts to say those words and partly because I've lost my train of thought while thinking about my wardrobe. I want to make a good first impression today at school. Back in Burgess, I never worried about what people would think of me, because I had Jack and the rest of the gang. Now, though, I can feel a growing pit of anxiety in my stomach where I would usually feel excitement.

I end up just throwing on an emerald green tank top and white capris. Since my hair is so short, there's not really a whole lot to work with, so I just leave it down and style it just enough to show that I actually made an effort, whereas I would always braid back my long blond hair when I still had it. I throw one more glance at myself in the mirror before grabbing my backpack and heading downstairs to join Mrs. Robinson in the kitchen.

The Robinson's house is absolutely gigantic, compared to ours in Burgess. My new guardians never had any children, but they must have planned to, based on the size of the house, and I know that they're absolutely thrilled that I'm here with them now. Because of that, I've been trying to share their enthusiasm, but at the same time, I keep finding myself thinking about my old life.

Mrs. Robinson looks up at me and beams as I enter the room. "You look lovely, my dear."

I smile. "Thank you. You look very nice as well."

"You just missed Kevin. He wanted to see you off on your first day of school, but he was called in a little earlier than usual. But he wants to know everything that happens to you today, so be sure to collect plenty of good stories for dinner tonight."

"I will."

"Wonderful. It looks like we're running a little behind schedule this morning, so you're going to have to eat on the way. Sound good?"

"That works for me," I say. It's probably my fault we're late. I spent way too much time this morning thinking about my appearance. I snatch up an apple from the counter as we make our way to the car. The ride to school is mostly silent. Even after spending almost a week in their house, I still don't feel entirely comfortable with the Robinsons yet.

Angie – I need to practice calling her that – drops me off at Arendelle Senior High School at precisely 7:25, giving me more than half an hour to check in and then wander aimlessly through the nearly empty halls, exploring and making a small attempt to figure out my way around. It takes me about ten minutes to locate my locker, where I stop and begin organizing my books and notebooks on the shelves. If only I had some pictures to put up…but I suppose that would be "giving away my identity", and I'm not allowed to do that. The thought makes me sad. Clara doesn't have any friends or family to speak of. I'm just starting to get sad when someone bumps into me from behind.

"Oops! I'm so sorry!" a very colorful figure exclaims as she bends down to pick up the contents of my bag that spilled out when she ran into me. I school my face into an almost emotionless expression, but allow a small smile.

"It's fine," I say as I bend down to help her collect the pens that are rolling every which way. While we work, I take a few glimpses of my companion. Her blond hair is streaked with various shades of blue, purple, and green, and she has some feathers dangling by her left ear. Her clothes are similarly colored, bright hues that bring attention to her, but don't seem to be "too much". Clara wouldn't be able to pull that off…Elsa possibly could, though, I think.

As we both straighten up again, she smiles as puts out her hand. I take it shyly. "My name's Ophelia, but no one ever calls me that. You can call me Tooth."

I have to keep myself from laughing. Remember, you're Clara. Not Elsa. CLARA. Clara wouldn't laugh, she would smile and not say much. "It's nice to meet you, Tooth. I'm Clara."

"Clara, huh? That's a pretty name. You're new here, aren't you?"

I nod. I just now noticed that her eyes are a strange purple color. She must be wearing color contacts, too. "I just moved here one week ago. This is my first day of school here."

She grins at me. "Well, don't you worry, Clara, you won't be alone! I can show you around today, and you can hang out with me and my friends. They're great, I promise!" She seems like a very enthusiastic person, like Anna…no, stop that. Stop thinking about Anna.

"Okay –" I start to say, but I'm interrupted by the arrival of three boys, who Tooth introduces to me as Sandy, North, and Bunny. Sandy is the shortest of the three, with golden blond hair and a nice smile. I notice that he doesn't say much, even when being introduced he didn't speak a word, just gave me a firm handshake and a wink. North, on the other hand, is both very loud and very tall, and he's intimidating as long as he doesn't talk. Tooth explains to me that he's a starter on Arendelle High's football team, which is a rare feat for an underclassman. The last member of the group is Bunny. Of all the people I've met so far, he reminds me most of Jack, at least in looks. They share a similar build, tall, but slender, and they share a somewhat similar hairstyle – which could be classified as general mess – but that's where similarities end. Where Jack is fun-loving and energetic, Bunny seems to be more serious and laid-back.

"So, Clara, what do you think of Arendelle so far?" North asks.

I consider his question for a moment. "It's nice," I reply, "but it's a lot bigger and louder than what I'm used to."

"Really? Where are you from?"

"Burgess." I reply without thinking, and immediately wish I could take back my words. Dangit, Elsa! I mean Clara! Or whoever you are! Think before you speak!

"You're from Burgess? I heard about what happened there…did you know her? The girl? Elsa?" he asks eagerly.

What do I say? I try to act casual about it, and I think I pull it off pretty well. "I knew of her, and I saw her at school, but I didn't know her know her."

He just shrugs. "Oh well. I was gonna ask if you knew really what happened. There have been so many different stories floating around."

This peaks my interest, and once again, I speak without thinking. "What have you heard?"

"The only thing that all the stories agree on is that she and her friends were ice skating and some of them fell in. I've heard that she was supposed to be watching her sister and she didn't, but I don't think that makes her a bad person, do you? I heard one story, though, that said that she pushed one of her friends in. He's still in the hospital, last I heard."

Jack's still in the hospital? I start to panic. Bunny must notice the color draining from my face, though, because he quickly changes the subject. "Clara doesn't want to talk about people she doesn't know, mate. Why don't we give her a quick rundown of the school before the bell rings?"

"Great idea!" Tooth slings an arm around my shoulders, spins me around, and marches me off down the hallway, with the others trailing behind. "Luckily, Clara, we're in the same homeroom, so we'll get to spend more time together…"

I smile my first real smile since moving here to Arendelle. Maybe this won't be as bad as I thought it would be. I can't wait to tell Jack…stop it. Stop thinking about Jack. I lose track of what she's saying after a while, and think about what's happened to me this morning. I'm glad that I ran into Tooth, and that she and her friends are so willing to include me, but I have to stop comparing all of them to the people I left behind. They can never be replaced or forgotten, but that doesn't mean I can't make other friends. You can't stop living just because bad things happen to you. You have to just let it go, like dad always says, and move on. And that's just what I hope to do.