Jack tilted his head with a lopsided grin as he stared down at Tooth go on and on about how obnoxious this girl on the cheer team currently was being. He found it humorous that she was complaining about this girl, yet defending her at the same time. It wasn't exactly in her nature to talk trash about others, but whenever she was so bottled up that she could no longer hold her frustration in any longer, she'd always come marching straight up to him and pop the cap off of her mouth and drain everything she held deep within her, just like she was doing now. And even then, when she'd blast her deepest thoughts all over him like an exploding bottle of soda, what she had to say didn't put a single scratch on his point of view of her, nor who she was as a person. What she had to say wasn't even that rude.

"UGH! I swear! She always has to complain about how she chipped a nail, or…or how 'awful' she looks when she looks perfectly fine! Oh, and here's the best part: whenever we're practicing a routine and the boys track team comes in to use the drinking fountain in the gym after their run, she always—ALWAYS—suddenly 'perks' up, and starts acting like she's cheer captain of the team and starts ordering us around and saying some 'helpful pointers' that will help me do our routine better! Gah!—I mean, what does she know?! I mean, not that she's horrible or anything—she does great back tucks—but other than that—I don't even know how Astrid stands her. Which is probably another reason as to why she's totally perfect to be the team captain!—Astrid—I mean, she's insanely crazy-good! She's so crazy! I don't know how or what—but she's just so, so—" Tooth abruptly shook her head. "I'm getting off track. Astrid is amazing, though. We can talk about her later, though. Oh, and also what's up with Hiccup as well. But anyways, Jack, this girl! She's just, she's—"

"Obnoxious?" Jack filled in, crossing his arms with a lazy smirk.

"Well, no…." Tooth pursed her lips. "She's just, at the moment, not…"

"Tolerable—"

"Yes!"

"—because she's obnoxious!" Jack finished with an overdone grin, throwing his hands out for emphasis.

"Whoa, wait—" Tooth began, already causing him to mentally roll his eyes.

"Oh, c'mon, Tooth, just admit it already. She's getting on your nerves. She's being ob-noxious—it's okay to say that, alright? Not everyone knows the boundaries and limits of what being bearable is. It's okay—it's not like you're stabbing this chick in the back with a chainsaw—you're not really saying rude things about her. You're just venting out to me about how she irritates you. That's all. Nothing that will take you to jail." He gave her a simple look with raised eyebrows. If she didn't give in, he might just go and get a chainsaw himself and force her to give in.

After a few seconds, Tooth's shoulders slumped down. "AAAAGGGHHH! Why me?!" she groaned, throwing her head back dramatically, tugging on her uniform jacket from cheer.

Jack pursed his lips. Okay, well, that was better than denying him. Baby steps at a time—that was okay to do—he had time for progress…just as long as it didn't take longer than a week…or maybe a day… Running a hand through his hair, he exhaled out with a deep sigh as he began, "So, from what I'm getting, this girl…"

"Penny—it's Penny Peterson," Tooth sighed, crossing her arms.

"Oh, her? Really?" Jack was surprised. "She seemed pretty nice to me when I—"

"Jack, you're a boy with a really nice status, with looks to match," Tooth deadpanned. "Don't even get me started. Is there any girl out there that you've ever had act rudely towards you?" she rolled her eyes, seemingly already knowing just what he would say.

"Well, no…" Jack rubbed the back of his neck with a bit of a sheepish smirk.

"Exactly," Tooth grinned over her grimace. "My point is settled."

"Your point is settled? What—?" He shook his head. Did he even want to know what her point meant? Sheesh. He sometimes really, really didn't get girls. Wasn't it normal to be courteous to those around you? "Okay," he slowly continued on, clasping his hands together," so, this girl, Penny, is purposefully getting on your nerves every time the boys track team makes a presence, right?"

"Well, yeah, but it's not just me she's being…inconveniently unbearable to at the moment," Tooth slowly said, scrunching up her nose as she tried to pick out proper words, causing Jack to roll his eyes. Why couldn't she just say "obnoxious"? It really wasn't that hard to say… Did he she need help pronouncing it? Because he was certainly an expert at saying the word. He's heard it so many times by now—he's got the word down. The syllabus and sound it made was practically tattooed on his memory.

"Look, Tooth, from what I'm hearing, it sounds like Penny has been specifically criticizing you"—he quickly put a finger out to stop her from speaking up and criticizing him on his word choice—"and you alone." Earlier during this conversation, Tooth had mentioned Penny purposefully spilling her cup of coffee all over her, but no one seemed to notice that this so-called "accident" was more than just a mistake. He's even remembered, now that he actually was thinking about it, that once when he was walking with Tooth, Penny had been standing in the hallway at her locker and she had purposefully dropped all of her things. She had requested Tooth to help her gather everything up. In the end, Penny merely just talked to him and waved to Bunny, since he just so happened to be passing by, in the end, leaving with him. It never occurred to him how set up that all seemed now.

"During this whole conversation, ever since you came up to me," Jack continued, "I don't think I've ever heard you say anything about Penny doing any harm to any other girl on the cheer team. And maybe she has and you just never mentioned it," he shrugged. "But as far as I can tell, she's been attacking just you." He pointed both his index fingers at her, sighing as he dropped his hands down to his sides and into his jean pockets. As far as he knew, Tooth had nothing against her that would make anyone, such as Penny, hate her. Once again, he just didn't get girls. Why did they always throw fits over the stupidest things? So what if you were wearing the same shoes or shirt as another? For him, he would quickly become friends with the person if he ever saw a guy wearing the same thing as him…

Tooth opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Clamping her mouth shut with a huff, she began to grit her teeth as she looked off to the side with a frown, the corners of her lips tugging up like they were controlled by string like a puppet, as she said, "Hey Sandy, hey Aster," her smile dropping just as fast as it came.

Glancing over to the side, a grin quickly appeared on Jack's face. "Sandy!" he greeted gleefully, bringing his hand out and clasping it together with the spiked, blonde-haired boy's hand and bringing him in with a firm pat on the back. As he pulled away, he glanced to the taller, well-built guy who, as much as he hated it, was a good head taller than him. At the moment, this boy was chatting with Tooth, having noticed her depressed look. Putting on a smug, close-lipped smile, Jack crossed his arms and straightened his posture, waiting until the taller guy took notice of him, before saying, "Hey, Bunny."

Bunny huffed, crossing his arms over his gray sports shirt. "Now, Jack," he began, his Australian accent coming through crisp and clear. "Mate, don't mess with my temper."

Bunny had just moved from Australia last year, and ever since, it had been hate at first sight for both him and Jack. And because Bunny did cross-country and track and field, specializing in practically everything (mainly the hurdles), and was one of the best athletes at DreamWorks High besides Jack at the podium, the two always butted heads and bashed on each other's sports. How Bunny got his nickname from Jack was quite simple. First off, Bunny's last name was Bunnymund. How could Jack not resist? And Secondly, Bunny was crazy-fast, and as much as Jack hated to admit this, he was darn good at what he did. His agility was quite impressive, and once, when Jack was forced to watch a little bit of his school's track and field team compete, he had managed to see Bunny do the hurdles, and somehow it appeared similar to a rabbit… He thought about nicknaming Bunny "Rabbit" instead, but…considering his last name and how Jack wanted to make it seem as unmanly as possible…he ended up with the name he calls Aster now, which is, obviously, Bunny.

"Aww, come on," Jack smirked, "Bunny, Aster," he weighed the two names out with his hands. "Both names are practically the same. So I don't know why it should bother you."

"Now listen here, you baseball punk," Bunny began, taking a step forward. "Just because you're the school's prized baseball player doesn't mean you should get all cocky about it. I swear, if you continue to call me Bunny for one more day, I will end your days of proper English pronunciation," he threatened with a fist.

Staring at his fist for a quick moment, Jack shook his head, exhaling out with exaggeration. "Hmm, nah—you see, the thing is, Bunny," he swung his arm around Bunny's shoulders as he came to stand by his side, causing the Australian to cringe, "it's already a habit and incorporated into my brain." Jack swirled his right index finger around his head. "So, in other words: not gonna happen."

Bunny fumed, crossing his arms and biting his bottom lip. "Ooh—you think you're just oh-so amazing, don't you, Frost? Unbreakable, even? Well, just you wait. You're day will come soon. Everyone's got one. I've already had mine—now when will yours come? I, for one, look very much forward to this day because then I'll finally be able to witness the Jack Frost lost without his stupid smug grin. "

"Aww—hey, I know you're jealous—it's fine—I'd be jealous too. With looks and a smile like this, who wouldn't envy it? I'm practically invincible," Jack arrogantly grinned, staring with pleasure as he felt Bunny's shoulder's go stiff out of irritation. Now, what else could he say to irk Bunny even more? Hmm…

"Baseball players," Bunny muttered with a grunt, barely loud enough so Jack could hear.

Sandy cleared his throat loudly, crossing his arms as he stared harshly at Bunny, clearly having heard the comment directed towards mainly Jack; and even though he knew so, he still had enough dignity to defend that small piece of him that was labeled "baseball player."

In response, Bunny quickly said, "I didn't mean you, mate—you're the exception."

"Right," Sandy mumbled with a sigh, shaking his head.

Grinning from ear to ear, glancing between Bunny and Sandy, Jack dropped his arm from Bunny's shoulders and went back to his spot beside Tooth, who merely glanced up at him and then to Bunny with a grimace. "You two are impossible, you know that, right? Will I ever live to see the day where you two don't argue? I mean, should I be concerned that this and this—" she grabbed hold of Jack's and Bunny's wrists— "should ever collide with each other? Like, seriously?"

Jack pulled his hand out of her grasp with a smug smile as he tucked his hands safely in his pockets. "Tooth, Bunny and I—we're cool—and if anything were to ever get out of hand, well, I'm sure Sandy would be able to stop it." He glanced to Sandy for confirmation. Sandy simply sighed and nodded his head. Jack looked to Tooth with wide, child-like eyes, as if to say, "See?" In response, she just allowed a small smile to grace her lips. "Plus, you know you shouldn't ever have to worry about us," he said, playfully shoving his petite friend with his shoulder reassuringly. And everything he said was true.

His relationship with Bunny was practically almost brotherly, even though, as it was established, it was hate at first sight for them. But hey, love and hate?—those things really aren't opposites. They're just like fraternal twins: so close and similar to each other, except they appeared differently. There was a line that separated them from being identical, and they were both right next to the border, on the verge of crossing. Jack and Bunny had different friend groups and played different sports, yet that didn't stop them from ever clashing together. They've known each other for a small amount of time, true, but that time felt like they knew each other ever since they were infants and have been bashing on each other ever since, so every crude word that fell out of their mouths so easily was normal and expected of. Anything else would've been considered out of the ordinary and just plain weird.

"Yeah, we're cool, just like he said," Bunny mocked with a grim smile, glancing at Tooth with bright green eyes as she let go of his hand.

Jack rolled his eyes, looking to Sandy, who merely shrugged. Heaving out a sigh, he suddenly caught sight of a tall looming figure walking among the many students, whom were still all hanging around the commons area for lunch, out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head, Jack clenched his teeth as he watched the figure stare fiercely ahead of him with gold flickering orbs, strictly keeping his eyes in front of him, mindlessly grabbing whoever's head was in his vision's path and shoving them aside.

Okay, now, there was an exception with the idea of love and hate being next to each other when it came to Pitch—for this case, they were in separate galaxies. Jack just didn't get it. What was Pitch's problem? If there was anyone Bunny should've been shunning when he began to speak his clear annoyance and feelings of hate about baseball players (mainly Jack, of course), he should've placed Pitch at the top of his hate list, because clearly, Pitch was the psychotic one compared to Jack.

"What are you—? Staring at your crush?" Bunny snickered, turning to look behind him as he folded his arms across his chest, following Jack's gaze.

"Ha, yeah," Jack snickered back. "Actually, I—" but he cut himself short from saying he was staring at Bunny's crush, just as something or, well, more like someone, ran smack right into Pitch abruptly, causing the tall figure to strictly drop his eyes down. After a few seconds of watching assiduously at Pitch's frozen stare, Jack took a step forward, squinting his eyes a bit in disbelief. "Now isn't that new," he murmured under his breath, surprised at how Pitch had managed to not simply do what he normally did practically by nature whenever someone ran into him, which was: do what he did to everyone else who got in his path, except shove whoever the unfortunate soul was down to the ground, rather than shove them aside so they merely stumbled like they had just stepped on their own shoelaces.

In most cases Jack's witnessed, the person would try to utter out an apology, but in mid-"I'm so sorry," Pitch would roll his eyes and shove them out of his way. By now, Jack felt like people should know this by now, and that they should watch where they're going, so he actually found it humorous and a bit irritating.

As Jack's eyes followed Pitch's gaze curiously to see who this special soul was that actually halted the Pitch Black in his motives, his eyebrows furrowed as he found a girl staring wide-eyed up at Pitch. Was this love at first sight for Pitch or something? Because Pitch treated everyone as an equal, except for Jack, of course. Maybe he shoved the girls out of his way a little gentler than he did boys, but if so, you certainly couldn't tell much by the way the person took the blow and allowed their body to hit the ground with no dignity. Watching as the girl's familiar rustic red lips moved, probably uttering out an apology, he couldn't help but stare, almost hypnotized. Suddenly, without warning, the girl flicked her eyes over to his direction briefly, striking something within him as they locked, and—

"HEY!" a voice hollered out, causing practically everyone's eyes to glance over to the source, breaking Jack's lost stare out of his hypnotic state. After a second, Jack focused his gaze back over to where the girl once stood before Pitch, but she was gone. Poof. Just like that. Already out of sight. Pitch was staring behind his back, giving Jack a fairly good idea which direction she must've gone, and without thinking much, he instantly pushed his way forward past Bunny and Sandy and quickly found the source of the hollering and shouting, after heard another "HEY!" echo within the commons.

He wasn't quite sure what he was doing, or why he was running towards Michael's way too familiar voice, but he had a fairly good idea that Michael must've been chasing this girl, and there was something so fragile about her…and he knew this because he's felt it… But what was he thin king? He wasn't even sure about what he thought. It was his gut feeling he was mostly acting upon. As he caught sight of a few heads in the crowd suddenly getting pulled down out of sight, he rushed in, unexpectedly coming face to face with a red-faced, brown-haired boy.

"Hey!" Jack hollered, his eyes suddenly going wide in surprise at the sight of the bright running crimson making its way down Michael's chin and dripping off onto the ground with a sickening last stick to his chin. "Dude—" he shook his head, clearing his mind of the blood.

"Frost, move it!" Michael growled, clenching his fists. "I've got some unfinished business I need to deal with."

Jack hardened his eyes. "No, whatever it is that's causing you to snap like this, shake it off, man!—walk it off!" He took a breather. He wasn't quite sure what more he could say, considering Michael may not actually have been after this girl… And he wasn't quite sure actually why he felt so overprotective over her—he had guessed loudly in his head that it probably was just his instincts, and that he would've done this for any other girl. But deep down inside, he knew it was something more than that. He knew who this girl was. Well, at least he thought he did—he still wasn't sure if she was who he thought she was. He had the face of who he thought this girl was in his head, and his curiosity was taking the reins from him. So instead of trying to explain to Michael his true main reasons, he let his voice smartly alter to the other sideline reasons that wandered around in his head.

"Do you wanna get kicked off the baseball team?! 'Cause you know the coach already isn't too happy with how you reacted that last game we played! Baseball season is coming up soon again, and if you wanna still be in the game, then you gotta keep the rules!" He grabbed hold of Michael's broad shoulders, shaking him roughly. "Whatever this is—drop it, alright?" And with that stated, he shoved Michael back, staring as the slightly bigger guy clenched his teeth, a visible vein on his forehead pulsing steadily as he stood stiff like a statue. Eventually, after a few moments, Michael's form broke, and he withdrew back within the crowd, his hands finally releasing their energy they gripped so tightly onto as he disappeared out of sight.

Letting go of a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, Jack ran a hand through his hair. Well, that went smoother than he expected. As he turned and met eyes with each person he could see staring at him like he had just pulled out a gun and shot one of their classmates, he flashed a grim smirk, challenging everyone to a staring contest to see who would get intimidated first and break away. His classmates lost the game at the same time. Dropping his gaze with an exhaled breath of air, he slowly brought his ice blue eyes back up, locking them with Pitch's; however, after a few moments of intense snake staring, a hand suddenly grabbed his left hand and yanked him to turn to his right. It was Lola.

"Hey, is everything alright? I've been calling out your name for the past minute and you haven't been responding," Lola frowned, her light hazel eyes showing a sincere concern.

Jack blinked. "Oh, really?" He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, feeling his face slightly heat up. Was he really that zoned out to not hear her?

Lola rolled her eyes. "Yes," she responded bluntly. "So, what happened?"

"Uh…" Jack sighed, peering over to where Pitch once stood, but no longer was. As an idea came in mind, he nodded his head over to the direction he once saw Pitch. "Here, let's go this way and talk—it's beginning to get loud again in here," he suggested, placing his hand on her back and leading her through the crowd until they made their way to the empty hallway that connected to the commons.

As they walked, he explained how everything was peaceful until Michael's sudden outburst, and how he "saved the day" and talked Michael out of whatever he was going to do. When she asked if he knew Michael's reasons for becoming an angry gorilla, he shrugged and told her he guessed some guy had gotten him upset, not quite mentioning the girl he was suspecting was the actual reason for who knows what. He wasn't in any mood to explain anything, and he knew Lola would inquire him about this girl.

"Huh. You know, he's got such an awful temper," Lola huffed. "How do you manage to play baseball with him?"

"Honestly? I don't even know," Jack snickered, peering down every opening he could see, whether it was a classroom, another hallway intersecting with the one they were walking down, or even to the janitor's closet. He bit his lower lip to hide the frown that was beginning to form on his face. "I guess it's the same reason you can stand every girl on your cheer team," he joked, looking over at her with a playful grin. For a fact, he knew there had to be some snotty brats on the cheer team, no matter how sweet and nice they were to him. If someone like Tooth was struggling this badly enough to have to vent it out to him, then it has got to be pretty bad. And speaking of which…

"Hey, Lola, you know Penny, right?" he began, glancing into a classroom.

"Penny Peterson? Of course I know her! Jack, she's on the cheer team. Gosh…" Lola rolled her eyes, suddenly flashing her eyes over to him quickly. "Please don't tell me you like her—I mean, it's perfectly fine if you do, I mean, she's great, so very gorgeous—but really? Jack, she's a sophomore. I kind of expected…differently of you. You know she's going to really let it all go to her head and won't shut up about it—just a heads up warning," she grinned, beginning to twirl a finger around her curly hair.

"Uh, okay?" Jack mocked out a laugh. "I was actually just wondering if you've had any problems with her on the cheer team lately…that's all… But yeah—that information could be useful, I guess…"

Lola's face quickly flushed pink as she whipped her head over to him with her jaw dropped. "Oh," was all she could say for a good five seconds. They stopped walking.

Jack laughed, rolling his eyes, taking notice that the girl's restroom was right next to him. He curiously stared down the opening as his laughter died down. He glimpsed back over to Lola before she grew any suspicions about him. Lola had a large smile of embarrassment and disbelief on her face as she slapped her hands over her face.

"Oh, my gosh! Sorry about that…" She laughed and dropped her hands, shaking her head in disbelief. "That, um, yeah—Penny! Penny, she is…she's alright. I don't have any problems with her," she shrugged simply.

"Hmph," Jack grunted, sneaking one last quick glance over to the girl's restroom entrance before he slowly began walking, Lola matching his pace at his side. "Okay, um, would you by any chance know anything about her hating Tooth for some odd reason?"

Lola's red, matte lips parted as she slowly nodded her head, dragging out an "oh," seeming to know exactly what he meant.

"What?" Jack questioned.

"Huh, yeah, that. You and Tooth are really good friends, right? Like, best friends?" she asked. He nodded his head. "Ah, yes then, about that… You see, there's nothing wrong with Tooth. Everyone loves her. It's just…it's a matter of jealousy." When Jack's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, she laughed and continued on. "The guy Penny likes seems to not like her as much as he likes Tooth."

After a few seconds, everything seemed to click in Jack's mind and function properly. "Tooth has a secret admirer, huh?" he snickered. Wouldn't she be thrilled to hear this? All of the torture that's been done to her never had anything to do with her. Well, it sort of did, but she didn't know anything about it. "Do you know who this guy is?" he asked curiously. Maybe he could help play matchmaker…

"Um, yes, actually I do. And I believe it's someone you're very fond of, Jack," Lola sarcastically stated with a grin.

Jack's face contorted itself as he tried to think of all the people he highly disliked. He glanced over in her direction mortified, quickly asking, "It's not Pitch, is it?"

Lola laughed, "Okay, maybe you're not as fond of him as you are of Pitch, but….yeah, no. Definitely not him. I'm not even sure if it's possibly for him to love or if he even knows how to have a crush."

"Ha, yeah…" Jack shook his head, going through every guy he knew who would possibly have a crush on Tooth. The bell suddenly rang, causing the two to halt in their steps.

"Oooh, my next class is practically on the other end of the school and I can't be late again," Lola began, turning on her heels and beginning to head back down the hallway. "But , Jack, this person is someone who's very fond of the nickname you gave them, think about it." With that stated, she sauntered away from him, glancing back at him with a playful, devious grin, daring him to chase after her.

Jack's jaw dropped immediately as he stared at her. "No…no way… Bunny?!" he exclaimed, getting all giddy. "Serious?! Wait, how do you—wait, hold on!" And he chased after her while she laughed and ran away.

Elsa listened while she heard his laughter fade away from her, his shouting voice echo: "Hey! You!—you get back here! You might as well just stop—you know I'll catch up to you!" She allowed a small, soft smile to grace her lips as she listened to his voice, feeling a little sad as she heard his laughter lace with another laughing voice. When was the last time she ever laughed with someone like that? She could hardly remember anything like that anymore…

Sighing, she slowly walked down the small, winding hallway that lead out of the restrooms, hesitantly peeking her head out from the entrance to the girl's bathroom. People were beginning to fill the hallways, and he was nowhere in sight. Taking in a deep breath, she quickly stepped out from behind the wall and began heading down the opposite way she could see people coming from, heading straight for the doors that lead outside. Flynn had just texted her that he was here, and just as she was about to walk out, she spotted him, Jack, walking with another girl down the hall, not too far away from where she was. Their backs were to her, thankfully, so it wasn't awkward for her when she froze, staring, and turned on her heel, heading back behind the safety of the wall of the bathroom. She didn't hear much of their conversation, and the little that she did manage to catch made no sense, whatsoever.

And not that it was any of her business…but was that Jack's girlfriend? Probably… She sighed. Of course he's got a girlfriend. And she was sure she probably was gorgeous as heck, too…not that it mattered to her, really. In fact, it really wasn't any of her business to be the judge of any of this. Why did this matter to her? Exactly. It didn't. She really needed to stop wasting her thoughts on him because it wasn't helping her at all. She already had Michael to worry about, and the thought of him alone was already more than she could handle. He knew who she was now. And he knew exactly what to look for, too. And not to mention she had quite the audience when she ran into the commons, hatless, away from Michael. Was this a bigger concern than Jack? Yes, a voice answered in her head for her. But for some odd reason she felt like that was wrong….

Shaking her head to try and clear her head, she pushed open the glass doors and stepped outside. Inhaling deeply, she soaked in the cold, refreshing air, allowing her shoulders to relax. All she needed was some isolation. That way, she wouldn't have to deal with any of this, and she'd be free to do whatever she pleased without having to worry about anything. Wouldn't that be a wonderful world? she mused. Wonderland. It could be your Wonderland. You could be as mad as you wanted, do crazy things, and talk to flowers, rather than people. Or maybe talk to snowmen, instead of flowers. Flowers don't quite smell as fresh as snow.

Sighing deeply, she spotted Flynn's car and smiled softly, running towards it. Someday, you'll find your own Wonderland and rule it like a queen, the voice within her whispered. You could be the Ice Queen or the Snow Queen. If the Queen of Hearts could exist, then shouldn't the Queen of Ice or the Queen of Snow exist? Every world should have a ruler over loneliness…and you're the perfect match for the job. One day, you'll be queen. You're already getting one step closer to it. Just keep up with what you're doing, and you'll make it…soon.

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The next week when Elsa returned to school, she had a new cap to wear. After discussing things over with Flynn, she felt confident enough to walk through the doors of DreamWorks High and face another week. After all, this was barely her second week at the school. She just needed to keep an extra eye out for Michael…that's all. Flynn suggested it was probably was best if she avoided her locker for the time being, and she had to agree. How bad could it be to have to carry all of her textbooks that were required for each day? Practically each class she was taking ridiculously required that she had to bring her textbooks every day. She had concluded her spine would have molded and revolutionized itself so she had a hunchback by the end of the school year. So, it wasn't that bad, right? Right.

The first day back to school from the weekend, after her little incident with Michael and discussion with Flynn, she came home with an insanely sore back. It wouldn't stop popping with every movement she had attempted to do on ice that evening.

Flynn, I don't know if I can do this anymore… My back is killing me! she had texted, before she walked in to her third class period of the day. Granted it was only Tuesday, only her second day having to deal with her bulging, hulking thing of a backpack, she was already dying, and she was sure she had almost killed some people with her backpack as well. Now that her backpack was a bloated as a balloon, stuffed full with textbooks and binders and notebooks, it practically collided with everything it could reach within a few inches. She was sure she had knocked the breath right out of this one guy whom just so happened to walk past her at the wrong time, because just as he was passing her, she had quickly turned, jabbing her hulking backpack right into his stomach. She did apologize to him, and he simply wheezed out…well, he didn't say anything. He just wheezed out air. All he did was smile, nod, and give her a "thumbs up" with his hands. She felt too embarrassed for what she had just done and walked away first with an apologetic smile. She still felt guilty about it.

Biting her lower lip as she stared at her phone, waiting for a hopeless response she knew wouldn't do her any good, she sighed softly as she made her way slowly across the classroom to get to the furthest aisle, so she could sit in the furthest desk in the back of the room. Someone suddenly let out a blood curdling scream from out in the hallway, and she turned around curiously to look out the door to see if she could see what was going on out there; however, of course, in the process, she accidentally hit someone.

Immediately when she felt the contact against her backpack, she fully turned around, sputtering out: "Ohmygosh! I'm so so—!" But she momentarily cut herself short the second she saw whom she had just about knocked out. For about a full five seconds, she couldn't help but gape, mortified. There, rubbing his arm, with a scowl mixed with a smile on his face, Jack Frost sat there, sitting on top of a desk. Oh, gosh what did she just do?!

"Geez—what do you have in there? Bricks?" he joked, continuing to rub his arm. He looked back over at his friend, the blonde one…was it Kristopher? Wait, no…Kristoff! Kristoff…she remembered hearing Anna calling him that…. And then he glanced over to a brown-haired boy who sat right behind him…she's seen him before. But she's never met him or heard his name. The two friends chuckled under their breaths, trying to hold in their laughter, but clearly they were struggling due to their shaking shoulders and the fact that they had to look away. This only made Elsa's face heat up and heart pound faster in her chest. She wouldn't mind fainting at the moment, because then she wouldn't have to deal with this humiliation. Oh, gosh, today was definitely a good day to die…like now. She wanted to die. Why wasn't she dying? She seriously was ready to die.

When Jack turned to look back at her, she grew stiff and dropped her head so her cap hid her eyes, only allowing her to see nothing above his shoulders. If she couldn't see his face, then that meant he couldn't see hers, and she was still secured with who her identity was. It was best if he didn't know she existed…

Quickly realizing he probably was expecting a response from her, and that she probably should make herself a little more presentable, and that there was no way she was going to find an escape route from this situation, she tried to loosen up a little, forcing out awkwardly, "Ha, yeah…I guess you could say that…." Oh gosh, what in the world was that?! the voice inside her head scolded. Couldn't you have at least tried to act human? You're such an embarrassment to yourself…how do you stand to live with yourself?

Jack laughed to her surprise.

Biting her lower lip, not knowing what to do, she quickly apologized: "I'm so sorry… I just…yeah… Sorry." She felt like crying. This was absolutely awful… How much more awkward could she get? She crossed her arms across her chest, trying to make herself as small as possible. Maybe if she could somehow just shrink to the size of an ant or disappear out of thin air…

"Well, as long as you didn't break my arm, which you didn't, it's all cool. Don't worry about it," Jack nonchalantly stated. She could hear the grin in his voice, and she almost looked up to return the smile, but she stopped herself.

"Well, then that's good," she replied, trying to sound cheerful. This conversation was such a bust for her. "Again, I'm so sorry…" Yep. Literally, if this conversation were an airplane up in flight, it would've ended with the plane bursting up in flames and crash landing into a mountain.

Biting her bottom lip, she began to turn away, but he called out, "Hey, wait," causing her to screech to a stop in her movement As she turned back towards him, the same blood curdling scream from earlier sounded off in the hallways, and everyone around looked to the door.

"HEY! YOU GET BACK HERE! I NEED THAT!" a voice echoed down the hallway loudly, just as soon as two laughing boys passed by, seeming to be running for their lives.

"Oh, man! She's catching up! The mouse is catching up, dude!" one of boy's voices could be heard. "Hurry! Have you ever seen a mouse get this mad?!" he cackled as they ran off.

Suddenly a flaming flash of red, curly hair passed by, and Elsa's jaw fell slightly agape as soon as she realized this was Merida who's been screaming bloody murder this whole time. Pursing her lips, the teacher, Mrs. Fortuna, suddenly walked in in wearing her regular baby blue, glittering dress with matching heels, slamming the door behind her. Adjusting her narrow, violet, cat-eyed glasses, she pointed her wand to the class. "Sit," she ordered.

Blinking, Elsa quickly glanced over to Jack, who still seemed to be preoccupied with focusing his attention to the teacher, and she turned, taking this opportunity, and rushed over to her seat. As she sat down and made herself as comfortable as she could get, allowing her shoulders to breathe the moment she slipped her backpack off, she kept her gaze down and away from Jack because she just couldn't shove this eerie feeling out of her head that he was looking at her…

The moment Mrs. Fortuna began speaking, starting the lesson of the day, Elsa finally grew enough courage to look up, after having convinced herself that it was silly and ridiculous of her to think that Jack would ever stare at her because he wouldn't. Plus it was rude for her to not look up at the teacher as she spoke…

He wasn't staring at her when she looked up.

She exhaled softly as she stared at him with his back turned to her, pursing her lips. Dropping her gaze, she stared down at her hands and slowly nodded her head. See? that voice in her head hummed, quite amused. I told you he wasn't looking at you…

Elsa could only snicker hopelessly in response as she picked up her pen from off of her desk and began to fiddle around with it. A girl can dream, right? she said in response to the voice, in return hearing a mocking laughter fill inside her head. Right…

I hope this wasn't too boring... A lot of it I was improvising. There are a lot of events I have planned out in my head. It's just getting to them that I don't have planned out, so yep...this is kind of a filler to lead up to one of the events that I have planned in my head, which will lead on to another, and another, and so forth.

If you were wondering about Mrs. Fortuna: She's supposed to be the evil Fairy Godmother from Shrek 2. Apparently her real name is supposedly Dama Fortuna or something...but I'm not sure. This is just from this one website, so I'm not entirely sure how accurate this is.

Thanks so much for reading! And thank you for the lovely reviews! And I'm workin' on the Jelsa progress! I promise their conversations will stop being all awkward like this soon! And yes, we'll talk more about Lola later, and Merida later, and Astird later, and Tooth later, and Bunny later. I'll try and update soon! :D Again thank you! Love you all to death!