It wasn't intentional to be hiding behind none other than DreamWork's baseball star Jack Frost, but Elsa couldn't help it! Her own school had thought she was a student at DreamWorks High and he seemed to be the only one there to come to her aid like some superhero… Did the boys from her school really not recognize her from Disney High? Clearly, not. Which that kind of irked her a little, actually, because the majority of the boys on Disney's baseball team were seniors just like her!—she'd like to think they've at least seen her once in their entire life throughout high school! Some of them even went to the same junior high and elementary school as her! Ugh, but it's not like she cared much for them anyway—they were all jerks and it's not like them not knowing or at least recognizing who she was ripped her heart up; however, it did frustrate her just a little bit.

Elsa's heart raced as soon as Jack turned around, after catching another snowball and throwing it back. "How're you doing?" he smiled with much exhilaration.

"Great!" she barely managed to squeak out. "And you?" When her eyes locked with his, she felt like her heart would've pounding right out of her chest. His eyes….they were looking at her. He was looking at her. He was probably seeing right through her. Oh gosh, he probably knew she didn't belong to his school! It was only a matter of seconds before he probably decided to take her as their prisoner to stop this war! And to think she nearly allowed her thoughts to compliment on how his eyes were absolutely stunning! It was such a shame that someone with such an attractive face—wait, what…?

Her heart stopped.

She felt like she just broke the law. How could she think that? No, she couldn't allow herself to think like that of him. It was just a waste of thoughts. But now she understood why girls were head over heels over him… Despite her school being arch enemies with his school, that didn't mean he didn't make girl's hearts at her school flutter like a hummingbird's wing. She knew girls at her school had a crush on him—she always would hear at least some girl in one of her classes whispering to a few other girls saying how it was such a shame that someone like Jack had to go to the wrong school.

"Well, let's just say if this were an actual, serious sport, I'd make it to the Olympics," Jack replied. He quickly glanced behind himself before warning "Duck!" as he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down.

Elsa gasped, spotting a snowball flying right towards her face before her whole world seemed to shift. She watched the white bullet smash into the wall behind her, leaving a mark. She looked to Jack with alarmed eyes. Would he have allowed her to get hit if he knew she went to the opposing school? So then maybe he didn't know she went to Disney High…? Oh she hoped he didn't know…it'd be easier that way.

"Do you trust me?" he suddenly spoke, snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Excuse me?" she asked, not quite catching his words.

"Do you trust me?" he asked once more, his ice blue eyes piercing straight through the cores of her own.

Did she trust him? What kind of question was that? She just met him.

"I'll take that as a subtle yes—" he chuckled before grabbing hold of her hand— "try to keep up, alright?"

Before she could respond, the next thing she knew she was up to her feet and running. She stared at Jack as he led the way for only a second, before taking this moment to glance around. Snowballs were flying everywhere! It was amazing she made it this far without getting hit!

"Here, hide behind this tree," Jack ordered as he let go of her hand, running up ahead. He quickly glanced back at her, watching as she came to a stop, holding her hands close to her chest, staring at the tree questionably, but she nodded her head. When she looked over in his direction, he merely gave her a salute before facing his head forward.

As he came up beside Kristoff, who was hiding behind a tree, he quickly said: "So, how many are there?"

"Jack! Where have you been?!" Kristoff exclaimed as he bent down and made a snowball, quickly stepping out from behind the tree and throwing it before stepping back into the tree's protection.

"Heh, well, a girl was in need of some help," he bent down, creating a snowball, "and I came to her aid," he simply chuckled.

"A girl?" Kristoff glanced down to him.

"Yes—now give me the status!—I'll talk more afterwards." He stood up, glancing towards the tree he told the girl to hide behind. Well, it seemed like snowballs had stopped aiming at her.

Kristoff shook his head with a sigh. "We're really outnumbered—it's Disney's entire baseball team out there, I think," he grimaced.

"Just as I expected," Jack huffed, stepping out from behind the tree and throwing his snowball at the first target he saw. He smugly grinned when he saw it smash into the head of his target. Quickly he took cover behind the fairly large tree that had a few white dots on the bark of it. Turning to Kristoff, he asked, "Have you seen Hans?"

"Hans?" Kristoff raised his eyebrows. Pursing his lips, he slowly shook his head. "No…I haven't seen him anywhere, actually, now that I think about it." He turned away from Jack and called out to Hiccup: "Hey, Hiccup!"

Hiccup looked up from his hands that were forming a snowball.

"Have you seen Hans anywhere?"

Hiccup pursed his lips, shaking his head, before he stood up from his crouch and threw the snowball he had just created. His serious face suddenly brightened and he jumped a little out of excitement, afterwards quickly booking his way over to where Jack and Kristoff were. "Did you guys see that? I totally hit that guy in the face!" he exclaimed. When he saw Jack and Kristoff shaking their heads, his face dropped. "What? But—that—argh! Right when I do something so significantly amazing, no one ever sees it!"

Jack chuckled, bending down, beginning to rake the snow together. His fingers were red and beginning to numb, but he ignored it; as long as he could still move his fingers, he was good. Looking up to his two friends, whom were peeking out from behind the tree with grimaces, a small knowing smile came to his face and he stood up. He had a plan.

"There's way too many of them," Kristoff sighed, first glancing to Hiccup, who only nodded his head in agreement, before the two pulled their gaze over to Jack.

As soon as Hiccup saw his face, he frowned. "Wait, no," he began, reading the silent words playing across Jack's face. "No, we can't—I know what you're thinking, there—and it's an absolute no…" When he didn't see Jack's facial expression falter, he then added, "We're gonna die…"

Jack simply crossed his arms with a challenging look. He knew very well that they were outnumbered. But that didn't mean everything was doomed. It wasn't like this was World War II, or even World War III. They weren't fighting with guns and bombs. This was just a battle between two schools, and their weapons were snow. Nothing too dangerous, right? And sure, their chances were small at victory, but that didn't mean they didn't have a single chance at winning this battle; plus there was no way he was going to allow them to already wave a white flag knowing they didn't give it their best shot. "Oh, c'mon? For old time's sakes," Jack pouted, managing a small half-smile. He placed his hand in the center, glancing between his two friends.

Kristoff rolled his eyes, placing his gloved hands on top of Jack's bare hand. "Oh, what the heck—why not?" he grinned.

Hiccup glanced between the two with large green eyes. Heaving out a sigh, he shook his head, looking away as he placed his hand on top of Kristoff's gloved one. "Oh, alright…" He muttered, then flashed his eyes back on Jack and Kristoff. "Just know that if we lose this and make a big fool out of ourselves, it's not my fault."

Jack smirked. "Oh, that's the least of my concern because I know we'll win this."

Hiccup pursed his lips unsure, but a small confident smile broke out across his face. "Well, then, first one to get hit pays for the dates tomorrow," he wagered.

"And first one to hit Flynn Rider in the face will win an invisible plaque of honor bestowed by me," Kristoff added.

Jack glanced between his two friends. His ultimate plan they all knew was simple and easy: they were going to wing it and give it their all. They were going to go out into the open and stop hiding. They've done it before and won, miraculously, so why shouldn't that mean they could still win again? "All right, gentlemen, keep an eye out for Hans, and let's break!" he ended, as the three broke apart and ran out into the open.

Immediately as soon as the three stepped out, snowballs came flying right on by. Jack instantly ran out into the clear, taking aim and throwing the snowball he still had in his hand. Right afterwards, he scooped down and picked up a handful of snow, quickly patting it down into a ball before throwing that as well. He continued with this progress of creating then throwing, then of creating and throwing once again; and with each throw, he took a step and kept on edging closer to a few of the attackers. So far he hadn't gotten hit, and he seemed to be hitting every single target he aimed at.

His confidence heightened, and his playful smirk deepened. When he spotted a few of the attackers on the steps leading up to his school, he quickly scooped up a handful of snow, patting it down, and jumped up on a nearby tree's trunk as a boost and threw his snowball with precise aim. Landing down on the ground, he watched as his snowball hit one of the boys, causing that boy to stumble on the icy steps and run into another guy nearby, causing him to stumble and hit another guy, creating the domino effect and they all tumbled down.

"And down they go," he snickered.

"Jack!" Kristoff's voice suddenly reached his ears.

Jack turned, finding Kristoff pointing off in the distance. Immediately his eyes followed the direction, and there he saw Hans with Flynn, both of them backing up, getting ready to take off. His face turned stern, and for a split second, he and Hans made eye contact. Hans simply curled his lips up into a devious smirk before shouting, "Fall back, boys. We're done here."

As Jack watched Hans and his men run off to their cars and drive away with a confused look, Kristoff and Hiccup came jogging up beside his side. Until the cars had gone out of sight, no one spoke. Hiccup was the first to speak up eventually after everything had settled down in an unnerving peace.

"Well, that was weird…"

"What did they want?" Kristoff brushed off some snow from his arm.

Jack could only shake his head. "Well, if it's Hans, we can only assume the obvious: he was up to no good…" He pursed his lips. He knew Hans and him weren't exactly the best of buds—in fact, his relationship with Pitch was quite similar to Hans, except Hans had something a little more mysterious about him which caused more tension with him—but for him to randomly out of the blue come and attack them at their school? Sure, they were enemies, but Hans has never done something like this in the past. If he were to attack, it was normally during baseball season. But it wasn't baseball season. And that left Jack at a dead end.

Sheesh. First they get ambushed, then he had to go play superhero and rescue that girl, and then— Jack's eyes widened. The girl. He left her to stay hidden behind that tree…

Abruptly he turned around and dashed over to the tree. He could hear Hiccup's and Kristoff's voices calling after him, but he tuned them out and tuned in the questions in his head. First off, who was that girl? He's never seen her before at their school… Was she a transfer? Or maybe she was a freshman taking a tour of the school?—no, no, she seemed a little older than a ninth grader. Perhaps she was just someone he's never cared to notice before? Although he felt like he'd notice her if they were to ever cross paths in the hall… He shook his head as soon as he neared the tree. He's probably just never cared to notice her before.

Running past the tree to check behind it, he gritted his teeth and stopped at the sight.

She was gone.

He rubbed the back of his neck, staring at the presence of nothing. Where'd she go? He didn't remember ever seeing her go somewhere else…but then again, he wasn't exactly keeping an eye on her. It wasn't long until his friends caught up with him, throwing their confused faces at him.

"Jack," Kristoff breathed, coming up beside him. "What the heck? What's the rush—oh…." When the blonde followed Jack's gaze, he seemed to piece what little he knew together. "Is this where you left the girl, or something?"

"Girl? What girl?" Hiccup slowed his running to a stop.

"There was a girl over there on the steps that got caught up in the snowball fight—I noticed her, saw she needed help, and came to her aid. I told her to jump off of the steps and that I'd catch her, and then after I finally got her to do so, I brought her over here to hide," Jack explained. "And now, she's…gone…" He sighed.

"What was her name?" Hiccup asked, stepping up to the tree and looking up in the leafless branches.

"I—" Jack shook his head— "I don't know. I didn't ask. And I didn't recognize her from our school either."

"You didn't recognize her…?" Hiccup muttered as he took this in to thought.

Kristoff, on the other hand seemed to beam up at this. "Hey, by any chance, did she happen to be wearing a blue dress and black jacket thingy on? And did she have blonde hair? Like, really blonde? Like, uh, platinum blonde hair?"

This caused Jack to furrow his eyebrows. He slowly began nodding his head, glancing up at Kristoff. "Yeah…she did—oh, and that black jacket thingy—I'm pretty sure it's called a blazer," he informed, clicking his tongue.

"Pffft, yeah, yeah, whatever—black jacket thingy and blazer—same thing," Kristoff shrugged off. "But this girl—she's the same one I ran into earlier today!"

"The one you've never seen in your entire local life?" Hiccup cut in, stepping away from the tree.

"Yeah!" Kristoff exclaimed.

"Great!" Hiccup exclaimed sarcastically. "Was she cute?" he suddenly asked, glancing between Jack and Kristoff, catching them off guard.

Jack exchanged glances with Kristoff, both widening their eyes in alarm. "Uh…" Jack began to tousle his hair a little. "Yes?" He then looked over to Kristoff who shrugged and nodded his head in agreement. To say cute was a little bit of an understatement for her… He shook his head, readjusting his stance. "Why—why are you asking us this? Aren't you in love with Astrid?"

Hiccup sighed. "I'm asking you this so I can find someone new and possibly fall in love with her, so I can get over Astrid…" He spoke through gritted teeth near the end.

"And why might you want to get over Astrid? You two never have even dated…" Kristoff cocked an eyebrow.

"Ugh! Look: I need to get over Astrid because we all know I'm going to be a too big of a wimp for the rest of my life around her! So I've finally come to a conclusion for my love problems, and that is: find someone new!" He flailed his arms up. "This is perfectly logical, isn't it?" he forced a smile upon his face as he spoke.

Jack pursed his lips and crossed his arms, shaking his head lightly. Chuckling under his breath, he stepped up to Hiccup, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Look, um…even though you may find someone new that you may be attracted to, that doesn't mean it'll kill your feelings for Astrid. Just saying." He patted him on the back.

"Wow… Thank you, for, uh, nothing. You, Jack, are really such a great friend," Hiccup dryly laughed.

Rolling his eyes, Jack stepped over to the cold, sappy maple tree, staring down at the sparkling snow . Sighing, he crouched down and touched the stiff ground, slowly tracing his finger across the icy top. He pursed his lips and rested his elbows against his knees. To say he wasn't the least bit disappointed that she wasn't still here when he came over here was a small white lie. He actually did feel a little upset to see that she wasn't still here. There was something about her that seemed to infatuate him… But why did it matter anyways? He dropped his gaze. And that's when he noticed it. He noticed a smaller shoe footprint right next to his right shoe. Blinking, his bright blue eyes soon began to follow a trail of small footprints across the snow and up to the road.

"Well, we should probably get going." Hiccup sighed. "Coming, Jack?"

It took him a moment to respond, but he eventually nodded his head as he heaved himself up to a stand. He stared with hard eyes for a few more seconds, and finally turned around hesitantly, leaving with Hiccup and Kristoff.

"So, who got hit first with a snowball?" Hiccup asked.

Jack cockily stated he didn't get hit, whereas Hiccup and Kristoff blew up into an argument on who got hit first.

Elsa panted, holding her hands close to her chest as she pressed her back against the cool material to her driver's seat. Her eyes were closed, and her heart was on the run. She felt like her breath would never catch up with her heart. She's never forced herself to run so fast in her entire life! Running never was that big of a problem for her…but she strained herself too much this time. She pushed herself too hard. But she had to run that fast. She needed to slip right on by like a ghost.

As soon as she saw Hans and his crew run off to their cars, she took that moment to run herself. Granted she probably could've found a much better time to make a run for it to her car, but it was much too late for that—those opportune moments already passed by like a chill in the night and this was her last chance.

She didn't want anyone to see her. Not the boys from her school, and not Jack and his friends. So she took that moment and bolted to her car, and now here she was, gasping for air in her car. It'd be bad business if the boys from her school saw her, though, so in other words, she'd rather be struggling to breathe in oxygen into her lungs, rather than deal with the boys from her school. And for Jack and his friends…well, they'd be… They'd be better off if they never met you at all, a voice in her head echoed. In fact, a lot of people would probably have been better off if they never met you at all. You never should have met yourself. Oh, wait…you don't even know who you are, though, do you? You're just nobody, Elsa. Just stop fantasizing and give the world what it wants.

She abruptly shook her head. "Shut…up…" She whispered to herself. She waited in the empty silence for any sounds. All she heard was the pounding rhythm of her beating heart. Opening her eyes, her rugged breathing finally smoothing out, she stared through her windshield and watched as Jack turned around from his standing point and ran. He was headed over to the tree she was just behind mere seconds ago. She began to bite her lower lip, fumbling around in her pockets for her car keys and shoving it into the ignition with quite the struggle. By the time she finally got her car started, she headed off on her way.

While driving, she pulled out the two cell phones in her blazer pockets and tossed them lightly over to the passenger seat beside her. When she got home and had parked her car in the driveway, she couldn't seem to move herself from where she sat. She was rubbing her hands tentatively, recalling what had just happened. It all seemed like a dream…but it wasn't. Something actually happened to her today. She had just met Mr. Jack Frost, and as far as she was concerned, from what she knew, he was…good… He was a good person. Why couldn't he have been the baseball star at her school? He would've been so much better than…ugh…Hans.

Elsa sighed, looking down at her hands. Well, this was probably a once in a lifetime moment. And despite what just happened completely chilling her to the bones to go over to DreamWorks High alone and go through what she just experienced—getting attacked and meeting Jack—she wouldn't change anything about it. She was glad she went. She finally knew what kind of person Jack was. Well, at least what kind of person he was as a DreamWorks High student. Maybe not so much as a person in real life, but this was the closest she'd probably get, so that didn't matter.

It was time for her to shut down her curiosity on him. He was a closed case. She finally knew enough about him to make her stop wondering about him and awkwardly stare at him all the time whenever she spotted him. It was, as strange as this sounded, time for her to say…goodbye to him…goodbye to his name. After all, to get rid of a memory, she's heard that you needed to completely delete the very core of it—the place where everything started. And that's just what she was doing—she was finding the very heart of it—where it all began. And for her, it began with his name.

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