Eh, hey guys...so half of you probably want to shoot me for taking so long, but I'm back now! And I already know exactly the plot twist for the next chapter! I am sooo sorry it took so long to update, its just my life sorta spiraled outta control from me for a bit, and I'm just finding the reins again. I haven't had much time to myself as school become a more vigorous presence in my life...and...yeah... I'm gonna shut up now.

Anyways! I got back on here and nearly fell out of my chair. One hundred reviews?! You have got to be kidding me! Thank you guys sooo much! Like seriously, after posting my first chapter, I was thinking, meh, maybe I'll continue this. I dunno, its kinda lame. But the responses were a pleasant surprise, so thank you all soo much! As well as those following and favorit...ing. I appreciate you just the same.

So, this is a bit longer than the last, so I hope it sorta makes up for my absence for such a long time (hits myself on the forehead.)

I do not own RoTG or Frozen characters. Song belongs to Skylar Grey: Winter in Me. (Its soo beautiful! Listen to it, please!)


Winter in Me

It was a mere two days since the unexpected clash with Pitch, and the mystery of just what had transpired after darkness had taken his vision. Jack sat in his class, vaguely aware of the silence that pounded in his ears as all other students scribbled away on their task, while he sat in a trance of thought.

His eyes cast to the right, where across the room in the light of the window, an empty desk stood without it's person. The absence of Elsa only made her the more obvious in his mind, as he had yet to fully see her since the entire dilemma.

He had so many questions to ask, but most importantly, he just wanted to see her again; try and restore what precious threads of any friendship they had left, to grasp at strings. It was eating away at his mind, and his obsession only continued to grow with each aching hour. Everything around him faded in comparison to the wonders that screamed inside.

In fact, he was almost quite close to giving up hope. In those moments, he felt it was all quite silly of him to continue the chase. And for what? It wasn't like he needed another friend, he had plenty. Romantically, he could have almost any girl in the school, if he could say so himself. It was no hidden truth that he was popular with the ladies, and he made no effort to show that he hated the attention either. What could he say? It boosted his esteem.

But the image of her large moon-like eyes continued to fester in the corners of his brain.

Jack huffed another sigh, shifting his face to the heel of his palm, and his attention only diverted from his train of thoughts as a student walked to the front of the class, paper in hand.

He furrowed his brow. Huh, what's going on?

Mrs. Gale, the English teacher, gave an encouraging smile to the timid student from her desk. "Alright class. So what you will do is tell us who your partner is, why you chose the season you did, then perform your lyrical creation. Ariel here will start us off."

Understanding dawned to Jack as he leaned back into his seat. Oh, I forgot. We're reading our English papers to the class today. He frowned as he turned to once again, take notice of the empty desk. Of course, she won't even before here to hear mine. I'll have to ask the teach if I can wait. Diverting his attention back to Ariel, he peered forward in anticipation with the rest of the class.

The red head gave a sheepish grin of her red lips, shy before the gazes of the entire class. Clearing her throat, her eyes stayed trained to her paper as she spoke with surprising and impressive vigor.

"My partner for this project was Ella, and I chose the season Summer because of her bright personality, and the warmth that she spreads."

All
close friends of Cinderella smiled, knowing her to be a sweet girl, as Ariel took a breath and began her poem.

Beams flow like tresses gold,

A smile, a stream, the perfect mold.

The skies, her eyes, a sapphire's gleam,

A glisten, a glint, smooth and sheen.

Like pale clouds, pure and fair.

The smell of roses, the taste of air.

Beneath the dirt, cinder and soot,

the flowers spring, and take root.

Jack joined the clapping of the students. Ariel had always seemed to have a knack for putting together poems.

Soon after, another went, showing a one-man skit of the season Autumn for their partner. Another, quite contrastive way a peer performed was through a rap, while others did theirs in the generic poem way, it wasn't until the sixth student was to be called off did Jack completely gain interest though.

"Alright, next up, let's have..."

The classroom door opened with a click and slowly, a petite figure entered, in her hand a long rectangular cased with an odd object gripped in her other palm.

Jack nearly jumped from his seat, from surprise and joy at the sight of the Elsa, and watched as she shut the door behind her with her foot and nodded to the teacher apologetically. "I'm sorry Mrs. Gale. I had to go to the music room to get props for my English paper."

Mrs. Gale seemed momentarily shocked before she gave a reassuring smile. "Not at all Elsa, in fact, since you are now prepared, why don't you go next?"

Elsa visibly stiffened, blowing a loose white-blonde strand from her face. "Uh, sure. I guess." Giving a strained smile, she set up her stuff, refusing to meet any eyes of the class that all watched her curiously.

Jack himself was staring at her intensely, he knew. He was so bewildered by her appearance, and already began wracking his brain for a safe way to approach her and not have to play cat and mouse once again. But his mind ground to a halt and once again, shock overrode all other senses.

Elsa had placed her case down, and surprising everyone in the room, proceeded to pull out an electric keyboard, setting up a stand that stood in an 'X' position and placing the long keys on top. Reaching a long black cord over, with an extension, she plugged the instrument in and placed a chair before it to stake her position.

Momentarily, she glanced but, only to immediately divert her gaze from all the attention and take her place before the keys.

All watched with bated breath as she inhaled and exhaled slowly, raising her eyes to meet those of the class and forcing a look of calm to plaster her features.

"My partner for this project was Jack Frost; and upon learning more about him, I chose the season of winter."

Jack leaned forward excitedly. This project, despite the work, would actually benefit him in a way. It would help him gain a perspective as to just what exactly she thought of him. He opinion mattered, and in still not being able to read passed her well-put defenses, this would give him a glimpse of her own angles.

Her smooth voice filled the room once again, catching in his ears to ponder. "I chose Winter, because I believe that Jack shows acceptance in himself, and others." Blue eyes moved to him for the briefest of moments, and he felt warmth swell throughout him at her words and the distant contact of her stare on him. "He looks beyond the exterior of those around him, and always finds the beauty of it," her gaze dropped here, hands clasped in her lap as her magenta lips quivered as she fought a smirk. "No matter how cold they may be."

Jack didn't feel the wide grin on his face till he felt literal pain with the stretch of every muscle in his jaw.

Visibly swallowing, Elsa turned her face up and met each stare. "So, for my project, I wrote this song."

For beat, all that could be heard was the tick of the clock, thundering through the silence as her dainty fingers placed themselves in position on the keys.

And then the music began.

Jack watched, and listened, in awe as her hands glided over the white keys with precision, the music flowing through is ears in a sense of a sad peace. Major and minor keys flooded into one melody, and the tune only brightened as her voice floated into the ear with a somewhat eerie beauty.

When the Autumn colors pass,

through the seasons hourglass,

once again, there is winter in me-

When Novembers grass is browned,

the the frost upon the ground.

It is then, you'll find the winter in me-

Slowly, her eyes closed as she let her own music wash over her in ethereal peace.

But underneath, the fallen snow,

lies a harvest yet to come-

For just as Spring is guaranteed,

life is etched into the seed.

Time to welcome,

the winter,

in me-

As her voice flitted to an end, her gentle keys still rang for a few measures before humming to a finish.

Elsa opened her eyes again, and the emotion that had surfaced as she sang immediately covered to nonexistent.

Several mouths were gaped, others just staring, for something new was learned of the Ice Queen of Arendelle High that day.

She had a breathtaking voice.

Before anyone could voice a comment, not even Mrs. Gale had freed herself of the spell she had placed over the classroom. Elsa gave a glance to the teacher and spoke in a rushed tone.

"I'll be back later to pick up my stuff."

And with that, she bolted from the room