She lied.

Well, not exactly.

She skipped classes that morning saying that she wasn't feeling very well. She was feeling kinda sick, but it wasn't anything serious enough to keep her in bed. And it probably was a kind of psychological effect rather than something physically damaging her body. He friends left her resting without further questioning, probably still feeling a little guilty about the happenings of the previous day.

Elsa didn't go down for dinner the night before and stayed in her room after being released from the infirmary diagnosed with minor scratches and a properly treated superficial cut on her knee. When Astrid and Violet came back, she acted like nothing had happened and made small talk before going to sleep. Although she talked casually, Elsa's entire posture warned them not to mention the happenings of that day.

So she had spent the entire day lying on her bed and staring at the ceiling. At times, her thoughts went back to her talk with Jack—if it could be called a talk.

They had been locked together to sort things out. In a way, they had opened up to each other, and they kinda understood better where they stood with one another. It was good that they had ended things up the way they did, with a huge argument where neither side was right, nor was free of charges. It no longer left room for silly misunderstandings.

Now, she could move on.

She had just reached that conclusion when there was a knock on the door.

Elsa sighed adjusting herself on her bed. "Astrid, I told you, I'm fine," she said with conviction. She heard the doorknob turning and the door being slid open slowly. She covered her eyes with her arm tiredly. "You don't have to check on me every second," she muttered feeling guilty that she was worrying her friends so much.

"It's not Astrid," another female voice said and she quickly lowered her arm.

Elsa found her one and only sister looking at her from the entrance of the room. "Anna, what are you doing here?" she asked sitting up.

Anna smiled sheepishly and closed the door behind her. "I heard you were sick." She walked to her sister's direction and gestured with her hands for Elsa to scoot over. "Got the key from Violet."

Elsa moved to give the younger girl some space on her bed and Anna quickly sat by her side.

Anna looked her in the eyes with concern. "How are you, Elsa?"

"I'm fine, just wasn't feeling a little indisposed in the morning," Elsa answered playing with the hem of her blanket.

Anna stretched her arms over her head and moaned lazily. "It's not really like you to take the day off."

"What about you?" Elsa asked with a stern look. "Don't you have president duties to take care of?"

Anna straightened her back avoiding meeting her eyes. "My sister's health takes priority over any kind of dull paperwork I could have to take care of today."

Elsa chuckled softly shaking her head. "You shouldn't be slacking off, Anna."

"Yeah, I know," Anna muttered with a sheepish grin. She raised an eyebrow ready to change subjects. She hadn't gone there to talk about herself. "So you wanna tell me why you're locking yourself up in your room?"

"I'm not—," Elsa tried to interject, but was quickly cut by her sister.

"You used to do that when we were kids." Anna smiled softly placing a hand over Elsa's. "You hid yourself in your room because you didn't want people to see you were upset."

Elsa was biting her lower lip at a loss of what to say to her sister after that. Anna took her silence as an opportunity to keep going. "People were always looking at you because you were the oldest—I used to envy that until a while back… But you also had to handle all the pressure on your shoulders all by yourself because of that, didn't you?"

Elsa shook her head. "It wasn't that bad once you got used to it."

"Sorry I let you go through all that alone." She let her head fall on Elsa's shoulder.

Elsa rested her head on hers as well. "There's nothing you should be apologizing for, Anna."

"But there is!" Anna disagreed holding her sister's hand tighter. "After mom died, you took a lot of responsibilities by yourself because of me," she muttered with a sad expression. "Why did you do that, Elsa?"

"I had to, you were my baby sister," Elsa squeezed Anna's hand reassuringly. "Everything was a mess, dad kept getting busier and busier with work…I didn't want you to suffer even more." She laughed to herself feeling awkward for putting into words things from such a long time ago. "It was the only way I found to face everything."

"It wasn't the only way," Anna muttered. "You just didn't see other way because you shut all the windows and locked the doors. You didn't have to take mom's position. Having my sister by my side would've been enough for me." She pulled away from her comfortable spot to look directly at her sister. "And we could've worked things out together."

"Does it matter now?" Elsa asked with a sad smile. "It's done."

Anna shook her head vehemently, and she heard her neck cracking. "No, we can change from here!"

"You don't have to suffer alone, Elsa."

Elsa smiled feeling comfort in her little sister's gentle words. It made her heart fill with warmth. Her smile brought Anna one of her own, and she took it as a cue to snuggle back beside her. "So what's up with you?"

Elsa sighed not sure what she should tell her sister, when there wasn't supposed to have anything to tell. Especially now that she had made up her mind about it. "Someone pointed out to me that I'm hiding myself trying to be perfect to everyone else."

"Hmm…" Anna pouted in thought. "I kinda agree and don't agree with that someone. Perfection pretty much runs through your veins, and I think a lot of things you do so well comes naturally, whether you're trying or not. But then there's everyone expecting you to be this ultra-human, like you can't ever show weakness or failure…" She hugged her sister tighter hiding her face under her hangs. "But you know, Elsa? I think that because of everything, you put more pressure on yourself than anyone else. You end up overworking yourself, and that's not good, because it scares me out, and probably those around you, that you can break someday."

"I'm not gonna break," Elsa muttered, and at that moment, she didn't know if the words were meant to reassure Anna, or herself. She had endured too much to allow herself to break half way through, and if she had any saying on the matter, she would definitely not let that happen.

"I hope you don't." Anna held on to Elsa's hand for dear life. At that moment, she needed a physical reassurance that her sister wouldn't leave her. "But there's nothing wrong with taking things slow once in a while and relax for a bit."

Elsa couldn't stop the choked laugh the left her throat. "I was told something like that before."

"The same someone?" Anna asked curious.

"Maybe…" Elsa said defensively. A part of her understood how her thoughts had gone back to him. And another part of her hated that they had.

Anna caught on her sister's struggle and frowned unable to let it go. "You should introduce me to that person. I feel like we could get along."

Elsa snorted. "I feel the same way."

"So, are you gonna introduce me to this someone? Is it a guy?" Anna asked with serious interest.

Elsa straightened her back making Anna's head slip from shoulder. "No, and you don't have to know that," she stated firmly.

"Why not?" she cried surprised at the turn of events. She wasn't expecting Elsa to act the way she was acting. It was just as if she was… flustered. That wasn't something Anna usually was able to see.

"Because of reasons." She couldn't say that it was because Anna already knew him.

"I'm your sister, you can't keep something like that from me, Elsa!"

"I actually can, and I will." Elsa frowned for a moment taking in Anna's previous comment. "Hold on, I can't keep something like what from you, Anna?" Elsa narrowed her eyes at her.

"Uh…" Anna bit her lower lip, all her brain power focused on trying to find an escape route. A light bulb went off in her head and she quickly straightened her posture and looked at her sister in the eye. "It's just that I have every right to know what kind of people my sister befriends," she stated firmly.

Elsa raised her eyebrows at Anna. "Oh yeah? Just like I have the right to know who you're getting involved with?"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about..." Anna stuttered feeling her hands getting clammy with sweat.

"Oh, please, Anna." Elsa smirked having fun at the quick turn of the tables. "I've seen it."

"You can't make this about me, Elsa!" She shot at the platinum blonde with wide eyes. Anna crossed her arms over her chest and glared at her sister. "We were talking about you and your mysterious yet ingenious friend and how you don't want to introduce him to me."

"What was his name again?" Elsa made a thoughtful expression tapping a finger to her chin. "It started with a K..."

"Stop it!" Anna cried standing up. "I should get going, I have a lot of work to do today." With quick steps she reached the door.

"Leaving so soon?" Elsa asked as she watched her sister stretch her hand to the doorknob.

"Yes, so you better get well soon and get out of your bed already." Anna turned to look at her from over her shoulder one last time before leaving. "You being still isn't like you, Elsa!"

Elsa shook her head chuckling. "You're contradicting yourself, Anna." She kept staring at the shut door until the smile on her face faded. At last, she let her head fall on her pillow with a groan, thousands of tumultuous thoughts filling her head once more.

"What exactly do you want from me?" Elsa asked the ceiling.

Their group of friends got together to discuss the next school prank. They sneaked inside an empty classroom and got to brainstorming, with everyone shouting suggestions and carefully weighting the pros and cons of each idea. The kind of work that they dedicated to the Academy required a lot of time and effort. And yet they kept being misunderstood. Poor misjudged benefactors…

"Earth to Frooost," Wilbur called snapping his fingers repeatedly as an attempt to catch the attention of the silver head sitting on a desk at the back of the class. The guy had his arms crossed over his chest and had eyes staring blankly ahead.

Hiccup, sitting beside the absentminded guy, bit his lower lip as all the eyes in the room turned to their direction. His friend didn't seem to notice all the attention. "Uh… Jack?"

Hiro cupped both hands in front of his mouth and shouted, "Yo, Jack!"

Jack snapped out of his torpor turning his head startle to the direction of the loud call. He had his eyes open wide in a surprised question.

Hiro raised an eyebrow unable to let such precious opportunity slip. He smirked as he asked, "Who are you daydreaming about?"

Jack huffed leaning back on his hands. "Fuck off, asshole," he groaned.

Wilbur, sensing it'd be better that they kept the meeting going, spoke casually before the argument could be extended, "So what do you think, pretty boy?"

"Yeah, sure. I think it's good," Jack said with a nonchalant shrug. He cursed in his head for having zero clue what he had just agreed on. He didn't even know if his answer made sense. He probably would have to ask Hiccup to fill him in later.

Wilbur smirked feeling a little bad for his friend. "You don't really know what we're talking about right now, do you?"

Jack answered with a smirk of his own, trying to play it cool. "Busted."

The rest of the group made noises of disagreement, but Wilbur quickly shut them up by raising his voice. "As I was saying…" He started to explain again the idea, and Jack focused on paying attention this time.

Somehow he managed to listen to most of the discussion after that, giving his opinion at times and putting some effort into looking interest in the conversation until the meeting came to an end. But if any of them could see inside his head, they'd find out that his thoughts were hundreds of miles away from that classroom at the moment.

The sounds of chairs scratching the floor and chatting filled the air as they emptied the room, Hiro and Wilbur were took their time waiting for Hiccup and Jack by the door.

"It's not really like you to doze off like that," Hiro commented with his arms crossed, but a hint of concern lingered in his eyes. "What's up?"

"It's nothing," Jack muttered pulling his hoodie over his head.

Wilbur sighed heavily, shaking his head disapprovingly at him. "Get your shit together, Frost. We got a lot of work to do."

Jack didn't say anything, just walked past the others out of the room.

"Where are you going?" Wilbur asked.

"Have some stuff to do with North today," Jack replied as he continued walking.

Hiccup said goodbye to the other two promising to catch up with them later and trotted to match Jack's pace, his posture relaxed and his hands shoved deep inside his pockets. "Why are you going to North's office?"

Jack shrugged staring at the long corridor ahead of them. "It's my punishment for breaking the shed." He flicked his head to get his hair out of his eye. "Gonna be the Headmaster's personal slave for the next three weeks."

"Hold on, you took the blame?"—Hiccup raised his hands looking at him confused.—"Why?"

Jack turned his head to face him with a smirk on his lips. "Couldn't let somebody else have all the fun."

"It's not right that you get punished on this one."

"Sure it is, I was the one locked in there." Jack pouted for a second, recognizing that his statement wasn't really accurate. "Well, maybe not the only one, but I was the one breaking stuff."

Hiccup shook his head unsatisfied with that turnabout. "I'm gonna go talk to North."

"No, you're not," Jack said dead serious. "Things will get messy if people know who else was involved in this. You're not the only one getting in trouble, Third, so keep your pretty mouth shut, okay?" As an afterthought, he added, "And make sure to pass the note to the others."

Hiccup sighed knowing that he had a good point. He groaned in frustration. "Why are you doing this, Jack?"

Jack chuckled to himself, amused that he was able to use the same answer one more time—not that he believed anyone took that answer in consideration. "I'm bored?"

An indirect answer like that was so like him that Hiccup couldn't avoid chuckling. They walked in silence for a while, both distracted by their own thoughts. "Do you like her?" Hiccup asked finally, looking at Jack with the corner of his eye. He easily noticed how his eyes widened for a moment, and then went back to normal.

Jack snorted throwing his head back to keep his composure. "I am so not having this conversation with you."

"What—why not?" Hiccup felt offended. A part of him felt somehow satisfied that Jack got who he was talking about. "I won't tell anyone."

Jack rolled his eyes tiredly. "A, because I'm not a dork like you who needs to talk about their feelings every second of the day"—he ignored Hiccup's indignant protests.—"And B, because you couldn't keep a secret for your goddamn life."

"Huh," Hiccup narrowed his eyes, thinking about a new route to take for that conversation. "So what kind of thing do you feel the need to keep a secret exactly?" he asked, and though Jack wasn't looking at him, the silver haired guy could feel the smirk on his friend's voice.

"Shut up," Jack grumbled.

"You should talk to her."

Jack laughed humorlessly. "Yeah, pretty sure she doesn't want to talk to me."

"Since when do you care about what people want?" He asked with raised eyebrows. "How many times did you drag us to your stupid schemes without our consent?" He tried to look annoyed. "You're Jack fucking Frost so put yourself together already!"

"It's not that simple," Jack muttered to his shoes.

Hiccup shrugged. "I'm believed to be considerably smart, if you feel like elaborating on that."

"She can do thousands of times better than me."

"Not like that's a hard task to begin with," Hiccup stated with a laugh.

Hiccup was glad that Jack was talking to him, and though he wanted to be comprehensive and show empathy, he felt like it would be best if he acted the way he usually were with Jack... Meaning mocking him and teasing him as their conversation progressed.

Jack scowled at him. "Thanks a lot, asshole."

"Come on, can't you get a joke?"

"You were never good at jokes."

"I beg to differ," Hiccup said pointing his index finger at Jack's direction. But his smile faltered at the lack of reaction from his friend. "But my humoristic abilities—"

"Or lack, thereof," Jack interrupted him quickly.

"—Are irrelevant now…" Hiccup finished glaring at the silver head. "Where's the cocky bastard that could blow any girl off her feet?"

"He got knocked down pretty badly, no prospect of recovery." Jack ran a hand through his hair tired.

"We better find you a life potion stat, then…"

"I'm drained, buddy. No potions, no resources." Jack laughed with a little bit of melancholy. "She pretty much made her mind, there's nothing left for me to say."

"I didn't know you were such a whimp that settled so easily, Frost," he said a little annoyed at his friend's antics. That was the fucking idiot that kept him going after Astrid, for Heaven's sake! "Kinda disappointing."

Jack clicked his tongue building up some annoyance himself. "Sorry if your opinion about me isn't at the top of my priorities list right now, Haddock."

Hiccup stopped abruptly. They had reached North's office. "If you're not talking to her, then stop sulking and move on," he snarled a little harsher than he usually would. He felt like he was pushing it too much. Well, Jack was asking for it…

As Jack turned to face him, Hiccup eased his expression and turned one side of his lips upwards. With a calmer tone, much more Hiccup-ish, he said, "Just figure out what you're going to do before Violet decides to intervene again."

Dumbstruck, Jack opened the door to the headmaster's office before Hiccup could say anything else.

Elsa couldn't sleep that night. Apparently, napping all day would do that to you. The ticking of her alarm clock in the dark was driving her insane and she couldn't take it anymore. Soon enough she was sneaking out of the room as quietly as she could so she wouldn't wake her roommates up.

Not sure of what to do next, and fearing being caught out of her bed so late at night, she found her feet dragging her up the stairs and to the rooftop, where she assumed she'd be safe. The motion sensors turned the lights on illuminating her path as she walked. Her heart raced from wandering so furtively around campus in the dim of night… She feared someone could hear her footsteps echoing through the silence as she proceeded up the stair slowly.

The long ago lastly oiled door to the rooftop creaked as she slid it open and walked to the open space. Scarce light coming from the post lights down in the garden saved her from complete darkness.

She looked up at the sky. Clouds were blocking everything, but the cold that caressed her face was enough to make her relax and she sighed soundly closing her eyes.

"Out of bed after lights off?"

She nearly felt her heart jump out of her chest at the voice. She hadn't even considered the chance of not being alone out there. She turned on her heels to the direction of the voice, a hand gripping tightly to the fabric of her nightgown over her chest. Squinting her eyes, she could distinguish a human silhouette sitting legs stretched on the floor with its back leaning against the wall.

"Oh my God." Her voice was shaking and she could hear her heartbeat on her ears. "You almost gave me a heart attack."

The figure on the floor moved slightly. "I have that effect on girls."

She ignored that, too busy panicking for being caught by him, of all people. "I'm just here because I couldn't sleep," she felt the need of letting him know. "I thought I could take some fresh air."

"Well, it was a good idea," Jack yawned. He moaned as he stretched his arms over his head. "The breeze is nice tonight."

As if trying to prove his point, a soft wind blew bringing them the delicate scents of the night.

Elsa agreed silently. She felt torn between staying for a while longer to enjoy the cool night, or storming back to her room and pretending she never left at all. The breeze was nice, and although she knew she would have to face him eventually, she wasn't sure she was ready yet…

"Why don't you sit down and relax a bit?" Jack seemed to catch on her inner dilemma, or at least a minor part of it—he couldn't know how much of a part he played on it. "Don't worry, I'm not turning you in," he said and she could feel his smirk.

She moved her feet step after step in his direction and sat on his right side, at a comfortable—in standard situations—and reasonable distance from him. She bit on the inside of her lip all the way there, and as the wind blew around them, she shivered wrapping her arms around her knees, both for warmth purposes and security.

Noticing that uncharacteristic vulnerability, Jack asked concerned, "You okay?"

"Just chilly, I guess…" Elsa mumbled rubbing her arms to make her point.

Without a word, he started unzipping his hoodie.

"You don't have to—" Before she could protest, he was taking the clothing piece off and putting it over her hands. "Thanks…" she mumbled and quickly threw it over her shoulders, knowing that it'd be useless to try to return him his jacket.

"Anytime."

The hoodie was soft and warm against her skin. It smelled like soap and of him and for some odd reason it gave her a feeling of comfort and home… No wonder he wore that hoodie all the time… She was glad she didn't have to see his face in the dark. Or vice versa, in that matter.

Although they were again alone in the dark, things felt different. It wasn't like there wasn't pressure in the air, it was pretty much palpable at that point. But it was a different kind of pressure. She didn't feel like ripping her hair out and shouting until all the air left her lungs anymore. If anything, she wanted the quiet tension to continue for a while longer.

She knew they'd have to leave that weird bubble at some point, but she didn't have the courage to do so just yet. She gripped his hoodie tightly around herself…

"So I reached a point where I have two roads in front of me," Jack's voice broke the silence. It felt deeper and hoarse in the dark.

Elsa frowned not knowing what he was talking about, whether she was supposed to hear it, or he was just babbling to himself. Because it didn't make sense to her at all.

"The path I took to get there was erased and I can't go back," he continued. "I'm beat up and I'm out of healing potions. All I have is a level thirteen sword in my hands."

Was he talking about a game? And why was he telling her that? "I seriously have no idea what you're talking about," she made her thoughts audible. She discretely took a glimpse of him with the corner of her eyes and saw his lips turning upwards.

"So route one takes me to a bonus level that has the same scenery and settings I've seen so far," he explained and he seemed to be having some fun as he talked. "There are some good items and the occasional NPC enemies popping up here and there. It's an easy route, and a safe bet. It's fun." He paused for a moment and breathed in deeply. "But it doesn't move the story forward."

Elsa listened intently to each word that came out of his mouth. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to that story than some stupid video game anecdote.

"Route number two, on the other hand," he continued swinging his feet rhythmically. "Takes me to the final boss room. It's the most terrifying enemy ever with these crazy blue crystal blades that can slice me into pieces in the blink of an eye. It has some fucking high parameters and I'm not sure I can with it." He snorted folding his hands at the back of his neck. "Big chances are that I lose my last life facing it."

"But you know what? Behind this invincible enemy I can see a glimpse of the victory flag almost at my reach"—he stretched out a hand in front of himself and closed his fingers slowly. He brought his hand closer to his face and intently looked at it. He shook his head crossing the depressive feelings off his mind.—"Ahead, it's a white tunnel where I can't see a goddamn thing."

"A completely white screen that means a path I've never walked before, with stuff I've never even imagined existed. It's a new world to be explored. I don't know what happens if I can pass the final boss. Could be good, could be bad…" He shrugged. "I hope it's good, but you never know. These things can be tricky…"

Elsa was now entirely turned to his direction looking at him intently. She had confusion written all over her face.

Jack brought one knee to his chest and rested his chin on it. "Whichever route I take, I can't turn back," he mumbled.

She kept looking at him as he quieted down. She didn't understand how he could say things like that, nor why he was saying such things to begin with.

He turned to look at her for the first time. He had an easy smirk on his lips, but his eyes were somehow anxious. "So what do you think I should do?"

Elsa found it difficult to speak. Her throat was dry and it felt like her vocal cords hadn't been used in centuries. When she spoke, her voice was trembling, a fragile whisper in the night, "I never painted you as the type to choose the safe route." She cleared her throat and wet her lips quickly. "But again, you're unpredictable," she said with more confidence in her voice.

Jack grinned tuning on his seat to fully face her. He locked his eyes with hers with so much intensity she couldn't look away even if she wanted to. "What would you do in my place?"

"Probably pick the first route," she mumbled.

Jack chucked softly. "Figures." He leaned on his right hand moving negligible centimeters closer to her.

"But the prospect of the white tunnel seems tempting…" She felt her heartbeat on her ears again, and she thanked it being so dark there, because she didn't know what kind of expression she was making and she didn't need him watching her so closely. "And the last boss probably isn't as bad as you're thinking."

The wind blew a little stronger making Elsa's hair dance in front of her face. He reached out with a shaky hand for the wild strands and gently tucked them back behind her ear. He had moved considerably closer now, his fingers still caressing her skin and their faces at a shortening distance from each other.

Jack gulped hard once. He kept his eyes intensely focused on hers. His lower lip trembled slightly, and it wasn't just because of the chilly wind. "You do realize we're not really talking about video games, right?"

She let out the breath she hadn't realized she had been holding with an indignant laugh. "I was able to deduce that much by myself," she mocked reducing the distance between them a few more centimeters. She stopped so close to him that she could feel the warmth emanating from Jack. "That was a pretty long detour you took to make a point."

Jack smirked at her. "Thanks," he whispered. They were now so close that she could feel his breath against her skin, and it tingled.

"It wasn't a comp—"

He silenced her with his lips gently pressing into hers.

It was a sweet encounter, slow as if they had all the time in the world for themselves. At that moment, all those years of rivalry and pent up emotions didn't matter anymore. It felt strange, yet calming at the same time, just like the quiet peace that lingered after a strong blizzard.

They parted slowly, taking their time to finally open their eyes, and it was all awkward again. The spell that kept them drowning inside of each other's souls was broken and maintaining eye contact turned out to be a harder task than it was before.

Elsa was the first to look away. She retreated her body, but one of her arms kept touching his. "I wasn't done talking," she said the first thing that came to her mind as an attempt to lighten the air.

Jack chuckled and let his back fall against the wall again. "Of course you'd have to have the last saying again…" he mocked, but in a friendly tone. He found her hand and intertwining their fingers together.

"Is that a bad thing?" She looked at him with a daring eyebrow arched. Her eyes were stern to hide her shy insecurities.

Jack shrugged and sat closer to her, moving the hand that still held hers so that his arm rest around her shoulders.

"Nothing I can't get used to."

She leaned closer to him and let her head rest on the crook of his neck. She closed her eyes feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath. He had the side of his face against her hair and he could smell the delicate scent of her shampoo.

"Sorry I went all Hulk smash yesterday," he said, though he knew he had a lot more to apologize for.

"I was out of the line too." Her lips curved upwards. "Even if I wasn't trying to sprain all my arm muscles like someone…"

Jack snorted holding her tighter. "That is something I'd pay to see."

Elsa rolled her eyes. A comfortable silence fell upon them and the duo found themselves enjoying the night scenery.

"Something feels different now that it's not a set up," she commented with a soft smile.

"I know, right?" Jack agreed before something clicked inside his head. "Speaking of which…" he trailed off and Elsa felt a familiar apprehension at his voice tone. She lifted her head and looked up to meet his eyes.

He had a mischievous grin splattered across his face. "We gotta give them payback for setting us up."

Elsa bit lip to contain her smile. "What do you have in mind?"

His grin got scarily bigger and his eyes glistened with joy. "Just hear me out."

(…)

Elsa somehow convinced Jack that they should go back to bed before someone noticed their absence. They left the rooftop hand in hand after setting the details of their perfect plan to get their friends back.

She recognized that she didn't entirely hate the plan, though she'd say she was dragged into it if anybody asked.

They stopped by the end of the staircase. Door to the girl's side of the dormitory to the right and boys' door to the left.

He turned to look at her, holding both of her hands.

"What?" Elsa smiled at his dorky grin.

"I so don't want to let you go through that door," he said with pleading eyes and reached out to wrap his arms around her waist.

Elsa chuckled placing her hands on his chest for support. "Your plan won't work if anybody sees us here," she whispered on his ear. That did it, and he groaned unwillingly letting go of her.

She remembered she was still wearing his hoodie and began taking it off, but he stopped her by placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Keep it," he said and planted a quick peck on her lips. He clumsily pulled the hood up to cover her head. "You look good in blue." He winked at her before stepping away.

"Thanks." She felt her cheeks suddenly heating up. She'd never thought his antics would ever work on her. She'd give him that much credit. Or maybe it just had been a long day, and her rational filter was abnormally lagged. "Good night, Jack," she said as she walked to the girl's door.

He watched her while bowing with an elegant flourish.

"Sweet dreams, Your Highness."

So Christmas is right around the corner. I have a oneshot I've been working on for a couple of months now that I wanted to post for the holidays. We'll see how it goes. It's pretty much in the same crossover universe as this story... minus the boarding school part of it, lol.

Anyway, I probably have said this before, but... this story is about the friendship and fun, not the dramatic romance and shit. So if you think the agony was too short, well, I understand. Oh, yeah, tell me what you think. Chapter 36, dude, took us long enough.

I really want to be back before Christmas but if it doesn't happen, Merry Christmas my beloved readers! Have a blast, eat tons, party hard, YOLO and shit.

I love you all and I'll see you in the next chapter! Buh-byee!