disclamation: I do not own 'Frozen'. I technically do not even own about ninety-nine-point-nine percent of this fanfiction's plotline, aside from the inclusion of additional characters. this fanfiction's plotline originally belongs to classicdisneyFTW, and this very fanfiction is inspired by classicdisneyFTW's own modernized 'Frozen' fanfiction', Face Down inspired by a song with the same title from the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus' famous album.
It was just about then that Anna, Freya and Olaf realized that Oaken was looking at the back of the class. He was specifically looking at someone sitting near the very back. They all looked towards the back as well and saw someone raising their hand. "You have a question?" Oaken asked the guy.
It was then that the guy in the back of the classroom who had raised his hand lowered it and crossed his arms. "I'm sorry. I did not quite get that," he told the whole class. "Did you just say 'Fairytale Section'?" he asked Oaken. "What does that even mean?" he asked further on the subject.
Of course, it did not take long for Oaken to respond to his question. "I mean we will be reading and analyzing fairytales for a period of about three weeks. What makes a fairytale a fairytale? What are some of the most famous fairytales? What is some of the symbolism and meaning behind a select few of them? At the end of the time for the topic, you will write a fifteen page analysis on the fairytale of your choosing," Oaken finished explaining.
The guy scoffed at the idea, while Oaken only raised his right eyebrow. "Something wrong, young man?" Oaken asked the guy in the very back.
Of course, the guy in the back had a response to Professor Oaken's question. "Well, it's just… fairytales," he said. Even if it was not a very direct response that no one else in the room got right away, it was still a response, nonetheless.
Not even Professor Oaken got the response right away. "Yes. What about fairytales?" he asked the guy in the back.
The guy in the back saw that he would need to explain his views on such a topic further. "Well, it's just that they're fairytales," he said distastefully.
Professor Oaken was beginning to get a tad displeased with this guy's comments. "Not all fairytales are about princesses and magic, young man," Oaken said, his face growing harder. "You'd do well to remember that and respect them," he said further on the subject.
Anna, Freya and Olaf looked back at the guy in the back. He glanced over at the other guy sitting next to him and muttered something to the other guy in his ear. "Something else you'd like to say?" Oaken asked the guy in the very back, raising his voice a little.
The guy in the back looked down at Professor Oaken and the surprised expression on his face turned to defiance. "I was just saying that it's so ridiculous, having to write a whole fifteen pages all about a stupid fairytale," the guy from the very back of the lecture hall-type of classroom said.
Anna, Freya and Olaf turned their faces towards the front of the classroom and back to Oaken. How was the professor of this class going to take the comment? He seemed to really love his fairytales. They all saw his face harden at the guy in the back calling them 'stupid'. He rested both of his hands on his desk before rising up from his chair and stared up at the guy. "What did you call them?" he slowly asked the guy in the back.
Anna, Freya and Olaf looked at the guy in the back once more. He looked a little afraid of Oaken and the stoic expression that suddenly appeared on his face when he asked the question. The guy in the back just stayed firm on his statement, however, in spite of his intimidation of the large professor. The guy in the back stood up from his own seat and looked Oaken square in the eyes. "Stupid… fairytales," he repeated firmly.
An audible gasp crowded the classroom at the guy's statement. That was when they all turned around to look towards the professor's direction. He just stared stone-faced at the offender for a long moment. Everyone stayed silent and tense as he did. they were all silent and far too tense with fear as they wondered just what he could do about this guy, especially the people in the front of the class who were particularly tense for one reason or another.
Meanwhile at the back of the class, the guy who insulted Oaken's precious fairytales just continued to stay smug about his claims. That feeling, however, did not last long. When Oaken was finally done staring stone-faced at the guy in the back, he walked right up to the back of the classroom where the guy in the back was hanging with his friend by the looks of it.
On his way up the stairs, the rest of the students finally got an idea as to why their classmates at the front of the lecture-hall-type-of-classroom were so afraid of. Once Oaken reached the very back, the fairytale hater's friend got scared out of his skin at the very sight of Oaken standing right before them. "Are you sure you wanna keep calling those fairytales that our forgiving professor seems to love so much stupid, old buddy?" his friend asked.
Of course, the fairytale hater, himself, was unaware of Oaken's presence next to his own desk at the time. "Of course, I'm sticking to it. What do you take for, pal? An idiot?" the fairytale hater said to his friend.
Then, after more quivering done from the guy's friend, the fairytale hater seemed to finally catch onto the fact that, "And, our class's fairytale obsessed professor is standing right behind me, isn't he?" the fairytale hater asked more to his own friend than to the one who actually answered his question.
The one who answered the fairytale hater's question turned out to be… "How observant of you, young man. Unfortunately, too late, however," Professor Oaken answered the fairytale hater's question to his own friend.
The fairytale hater turned his eyes towards the Professor's direction first. "Hello, Professor," the fairytale hater commented just before turning his whole body to face Oaken and saw exactly how tall their English 101 professor was. Oaken was noticeably taller than even the guy in the very back of the classroom. "Did I ever mention just how much I love learning, especially in my English Classes?" the fairytale hater told Professor Oaken, which was probably a lie judging by his insult about one of the subjects in this particular English Class a mere second ago.