Ralph Matthews, or as he was known to the kids of the high school, Wreck-It Ralph, marched through the halls, trying to ignore the stares and act as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

If Ralph's suddenly huge fists was ordinary then no one would have noticed, but they weren't in the slightest.

Opening his locker had been a struggle, and because he didn't want to go through that again, he carried all of his books in a single gigantic fist. Even from the start, no kids had messed with broody Wreck-it Ralph and his anger issues, and if you did he'd make sure you never made that mistake again.

With towering height and a nasty temper, it was only the principal who had the courage to face the Senior when he had one of his rages.

But now, with the additional fists at least 10 times bigger than before, students parted like a wave to let him through... staring in horror...and that wasn't a nice thing.

Ralph got to his first class, sitting down with a groan. He placed his math book on the table, glaring at the whiteboard in front of him. The rest of the class filed in, followed by Ms. Daniels, a kind enough math teacher who unfortunately was so short sighted she wouldn't have noticed Ralph if he was pink with bright green polka dots!

"Take out your pens and we'll begin the lesson." Ms. Daniels croaked. Ralph maneuvered his giant fingers into the backpack, unzipped his pencil bag and delicately took out a black pen.

He began writing on his paper, only to snap the pen in half. Ralph looked in dismay at the broken pen and sighed. it was going to be a long day.

..o..

Rapunzel was still extremely self-conscious as she stood in front of the easel, paint brush in hand. she hadn't gotten enough sleep that night because she had been worrying about today, and how people might react.

Of course the stares and the questions were expected, but they made her feel extremely uncomfortable, not to mention her neck was getting sore

Glaring at the blank canvas, she placed her paintbrush down and hurried to get a stool. she piled the long braid that ended at her heels on it, so that it took some of the weight off her neck. Sighing in relief, Rapunzel took up her paintbrush and decided to paint something that had been on her mind all month.

Using bold strokes, she illustrated not just the explosion of the cafeteria, but how she saw it, and how it had affected her. She painted it in black and white, using white for the explosion which she painted as an enormous orb in the center of the lunch room, and then a tiny replica of herself, cowering in the shadows, hair tumbling all around her.

"Wow, excellent painting, Rapunzel." Mr. Ramsey, the art teacher praised her, bringing the flustered girl back to the present.

"Thanks, Mr. Ramsey." She blushed. Her art teacher was like a mentor and a role model mixed into one, and she appreciated his appulading.

"What's with the hair, did you grow it?"

"No, it's extensions." Rapunzel lied. "I wanted to try something new."

If only he knew. Rapunzel thought darkly, dipping her paintbrush in the water, as the man moved on. If only he knew.

..-o-..

Later in choir, Elsa stood alongside her cousin, singing along with the rest of the group. Both Elsa and Rapunzel's voices blended in perfect harmony, but today they were both distracted.

Elsa had been going around, seeing classmates acting or looking strange. Like Wreck-it Ralph's fists, or Sandy Mann's sudden quietness. He had given his teacher a note written by his mother explaining that due to the 'stress' of the freak accident, Sandy was 'traumatized' and had gone mute. It had definitely been weird for everyone, sitting at lunch without Sandy's foghorn voice blaring out kids personal business like a built in newsfeed.

Plus, in her History class, Merida Dunbroch, a girl she was aquatinted with, because she was Anna's friend, had been paying no attention in class.

Merida was a typical rebel who ignored her mother, got low grades, partied on school nights and fit in well with the popular crowd, so it was nothing new. But the fiery tempered girl had seemed...there was one word to describe her expression. Giddy.

Like she had some sort of wonderful secret she was dying to share with everyone else but didn't dare to.

Then there was Jack and Punzie's hair, which was the center of attention and cause of many stares, which neither Rapunzel nor Jack seemed to enjoy in the slightest.

Jack's excuse was he felt like a change, and Rapunzel insisted they were just extensions.

But the one who shocked her the most, was definitely Hiccup. Her nerdy friend who thought school holidays was some sort of punishment, had walked into school with an air of importance. He had lost the glasses and the slouchy geeky way he waddled, and had generally been more confident, no more stutter, no more textbooks held in front of him like a sheild, a whole new Hiccup.

"I feel different." He had told the startled blonde earlier that day. "I can't explain it...but the feeling... it's SUPER!"

Super weird maybe. Elsa thought to herself as the song ended on a high soaring note.

Something was up at her high school and she didn't like it. If it was out of the ordinary, then it belong there. Here Elsa prefered perfection and routine.

Later, at the end of choir practice, she and Rapunzel left the classroom together and Elsa noticed they had finished later than usual. Even the clubs were finished, and the only noise left was coming from the gym.

Shrugging to Rapunzel, the two teenagers began heading for the exit.

"Have you started planning your birthday yet?" Rapunzel asked, nudging the blonde. Elsa was glad to see the worried look fade fom her little cousin's eyes as they left the school building behind.

"Not exactly. My mom and Anna have been pestering me about it, but so far, nothing concrete."

"What?! But your birthday is in a month's time!" Rapunzel hollered, causing Elsa to shush her, giggling.

"I know, i know...but i don't want a big party, not after my sixteenth."

Elsa shuddered and Rapunzel stared at her. "But your sweet sixteen was AWESOME!"

"Maybe, but it wasn't what I wanted. That was my mom and party planner."

"Okay, fine." Rapunzel rolled her green eyes, still smiling. "We're going do something low-key. Who are you inviting?"

Elsa didn't get the chance to respond, because at that moment, there was a terrified wail, coming from nearby.

--o--

Older sister insticts kicked in, and without realising it, Elsa broke into a run. Cruising across the street and into the small woods, making a left at the large oak tree towards the pond.

Standing terrified on crackling ice was a small girl of at least eight. She was frozen in horror, looking down at the cracking ice beneth her ice skates.

She looked just like Anna. Elsa recoiled in shock, as memories of that day came piling back. Taking a horrified step backwards, she almost collided with someone behind her.

A single name peirced the chilly autumn air, as Elsa stumbled trying to make sense of it all.

"EMMA!!"

..--O--..

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