disclamation: I do not own 'Frozen', nor do I own its characters. I also only own about ten percent of the plotline here, give or take a little percentage. this is a 'Frozen' fanfiction based upon classicdisneyFTW's old modernized 'Frozen' fanfiction, 'Face Down' with a plot line resembling the song by the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.
I am merely writing my own version with additional characters.
Just as the three of them finished their high-fiving interaction, the classroom suddenly fell silent. It was as though a spell had been cast over all of the students. Anna, Freya and Olaf all looked around, a bit confused at what was going on. Then, all three of them turned their eyes to the front of the room where a large man stood in front of the giant whiteboard, though large did not really even begin to describe him correctly. He was probably close to being about seven feet tall… if not more. It was pretty hard to tell just how tall he really was from the distance the three friends were all at. The professor had a round and highly red face, a head of fiery red hair to match and a thick and bushy flaming red mustache.
The entire class only stared at him as though they were all drinking up his appearance just as Anna and Freya were. Suddenly the professor spoke up. "Whoo-hoo," he said in quite a cheery voice. The instructor smiled up to the rows of his students. "Welcome to English 101. I am your instructor, and my name is Professor Oaken, but I'm quite sure you already knew that."
There was a silence before Oaken, the instructor, spoke again. "We have got quite a lot of topics to cover for the schedule this year, but worry not. Because we are going to have a lot of fun together with tons of books, essays and even poems. Who here likes Shakespeare?" he asked the whole class. Some of them raised their hands.
Of course, there was something about his appearance which made him just look very jolly. In fact, if one could describe him perfectly, they would have to say he was a lot like a giant, redheaded Santa Claus.
"Oh," Oaken continued up at the front. "We also must not forget our Fairytale Section. That part of my class always seems to be a favorite of everyone. It is definitely a favorite of mine. I just love fairytales! The Brothers Grimm, Hans Christian Andersen, Charles Perrault, and Joseph Jacobs, if only to name a few fairytale authors," he finally finished.
Anna could not help but to perk up slightly at the mention of Fairytales. Anna, herself, grew up reading fairytales. She even had a book thicker than even a dictionary filled to bursting with them back at home which she had always read at night to make her feel more comfortable whenever her parents were away on business when she was younger.
Freya grew a little bit happier at the mention of them, herself. Fairytales were the only things that gave her any hope in the past and the times that she read them with her birth parents some of the only good memories she had left from her childhood before Anna and her own parents took her in.
The two girls both smiled and clasped their hands together then into one another's own hands. "We might just like this class, yet," Freya said for the both of them, tears of joy forming in her eyes.