here it is; the third chapter of my fanfiction of Disney's 'Frozen' adapted into a modern take on the film, it's been rewritten a bit. I'll be rewriting more of the fanfiction's chapters before I post new chapters in my 'Frozen 2013' fanfiction, 'Frozen Face Down: A Modern Take on Disney's Frozen 2013'. this chapter is worth one-thousand-two-hundred-seventy-eight words with the title of the chapter being 'Economics and English Classes'. despite the fact that it mentions Anna and Freya's joint Economics class at the beginning, the two girl friends are actually just getting out of their Economics class at the start of this chapter.
disclamation: I do not own Disney's 'Frozen' in any way, shape, or form other than owning the film on Bluray and DVD. in the area of owning the movie's production and publication, however, I'm afraid that the Walt Disney Studios Company owns all rights to the film production of 'Frozen 2013'. I also confess to owning only about ten percent of my own fanfiction's very storyline. the only things from this fanfiction I truly own are my OC, Freya Nigari, and a few of my own touches here and there. the original storyline of my fanfiction belongs to another blogger on this website by the penname of classicdisneyFTW. I am merely rewriting their fanfiction into my own version, with additional characters.
Economics class was fairly tolerable, but still pretty boring.
After Economics class, Anna and Freya decided to talk a little about the two beautiful guy friends who captured their interest, now that they finally had the chance. Anna spoke of the two of them first. "Can you believe how nice those two were to help us get to class on time?" she asked her friend.
"I know. It felt like something from a fairytale or a romance novel, Anna," Freya said, blushing away.
"So," Anna began. "Which of them do you like better?"
Freya began to blush a slight shade of pink at the question. "Sitron. I like Sitron best," she told her friend.
"Good," Anna told her. "Because I like Hans."
The next day, it was already time for the two of them to start their second day with their English class. "What does the schedule say for today, Freya?" Anna asked.
Freya read the schedule to her friend. "English 101 with Professor Oaken in room 225 in the Trader's Building," she read aloud.
After the advice from Hans and Sitron from their first day, Anna and Freya had a much easier time finding their classes. The two of them walked to the Trader's Building and arrived at a small green door into their English Class.
"This is a classroom?" Anna asked upon entry into the room.
"You're kidding me, right?" Freya commented. "It looks more like a lecture hall than a real classroom."
"I know," Anna said in reply to her friend's words. "The Professor of this class must be the kind of person who spares no expense when it comes to first impressions."
They were both taken aback by how enormous the place was. All the classes they had been to thus far had been in normal, regular-sized Classrooms with tables/desks, chairs, and everything. But, this classroom was more like an auditorium. Stairs led straight up to more seats in the back of the room. The further back you wanted to go, the higher up you went. In a certain way, it was just like a movie theater.
At the front of the classroom was an enormous, almost mile-long whiteboard which covered the entire wall at the front of the room. Students were slowly trickling in and finding seats up and down the stairs, simultaneously yet still casually mingling with one another. As Anna and Freya took in the sights around them, the two of them suddenly heard a familiar, friendly little voice speak up from just behind them. "Anna? Freya," the voice said. "You two are in this class, too?"
The two girl friends turned around and looked to see the first person they had encountered at the school behind them, grinning. "Olaf!" Anna replied as she and Freya smiled at the sight of him. "Yeah, English with Oaken."
Olaf asked them another question. "In room 225 in the Trader's Building?" he asked.
Freya took the liberty of answering that question of Olaf's. "Room 225 in the Trader's Building is totally right on the mark, dude," she said, crying happily at the sight of the little guy. Then, she hugged him just as he would have wanted of her.
"Oh!" Olaf began. "As if this day couldn't get any better," He finished as he did a happy little dance. "Come on, girls. Let's go find a seat."
He grabbed Anna's arm and just let Freya follow as they all ran towards the stairs. Anna gave a small giggle at his enthusiasm. "Alright, alright, I'm coming," she told him happily.
Freya was not very far behind. "I'm on my way, too," she said as she followed after.
They all eventually found a seat in the middle of the room with a good view of the gigantic whiteboard at the front. As they all sat down in their seats, Olaf leaned over to them, asking, "So, in all of the rush of getting to our classes on time, I never really got much of a chance to ask the two of you, What year is this for you two?"
Anna spoke up first. "It's my first year," she said to him.
Freya spoke after her friend. "I'm studying here for the first time, too," she told their new friend. "So, I'm pretty sure that we're both in our freshman year at Arendelle University."
Olaf was more than happy to give his feedback. "Really? Awesome!" he exclaimed with excitement to spare. "I am a sophomore, myself, girls," the little guy said, pretending to straighten himself up for when the class would start.
Freya just giggled a little while Anna only glanced around the room once again. "So is this classroom supposed to be like a combination of all years of English Class or something?" the semi-blonde redhead wondered.
Freya was suddenly excited at the very thought. "Oooh, that would be so cool, wouldn't it?" she asked her two friends.
"While I admit it would sound cool to have something like that, I suppose it's actually the 'or something' in Anna's theory," Olaf told her. "I'm pretty sure that there's only one or two Freshman English Classes offered per year here at Arendelle university, so if you aren't lucky enough to get a spot your first year, you ironically gotta try for years to come, girls," Olaf replied to the two girl friends. He reached into his satchel bag, pulled out a slip of paper and showed it to Anna and Freya. "See, I've got two English Classes this year."
Freya put her hands over her mouth. "Oh my goodness," she responded in shock.
Anna was just as concerned about Olaf as her raven-haired girl friend was. "I don't know, Olaf," She said. "Are you sure you can handle that kind of schedule?" she asked him.
Now, it was Freya's turn to speak up to Olaf about his schedule. "It sounds like it would probably be a little inconvenient for anyone even going to this school, at all," she told him in worry.
"I genuinely appreciate your genuine concern, Freya, but there's nothing I can do about it except attend those classes," Olaf told her. "The more years you miss, the better a chance you have of actually getting into the class."
Freya just sighed at this, knowing there was no point in trying to tell Olaf to try taking it easier. "At least, I can count on you to make even a slightly unreasonable-sounding schedule into something good, but please, I beg you not to wear yourself too thin, Olaf." Olaf was almost ready to tell Freya he was fine with it all, but when he saw tears in her eyes, he knew to follow her advice. "I guess this class basically is a combination class between all the years of students, just teaching the English course of a Freshman year, huh?" she pointed out to her friends, choosing to get back on track.
"Mmm-hmm," Olaf replied. "But, don't worry, girls. Most people manage to get into this class by at least their sophomore year. Only the super laze-abouts who don't even try are still in this classroom in their junior and senior years… maybe even beyond that sometimes," Olaf finished.
Anna just smirked at her friends. "Well, I'm glad we could all make it into the non-laze-about category then," she stated.
"You and me both, girl friend," Freya told them, holding her hand up for a high-five.
"To the non-laze-abouts!" Olaf declared, holding his own hand up for a high-five just like Freya.
"The non-laze-abouts!" Anna and Freya simultaneously repeated Olaf's words. Then, they all high-fived one another in a three way high-five.