with this document, I come to the fourth chapter of my 'Frozen Face Down' fanfiction. I can't believe I had forgotten to do this before now. but hey, I suppose I could always correct such a mistake in the chapter's opening... until I decide that I've completed the fanfiction, that is.
disclamation: I do not own 'Frozen, nor do I own its characters, other than sweet, little Freya, of course. I also confess to owning about ten percent of this fanfiction's storyline, give or take a little percentage. this is a 'Frozen' fanfiction based upon classicdisneyFTW's old modernized 'Frozen' fanfiction, 'Face Down' with a storyline resembling that of the very same song by the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.
I am merely writing my own version with additional characters, like Sitron Dukeson, who is based loosely off of Hans' number one horse and my own personal 'Frozen 2013' OC, Freya Nigari.
Just as the three of them finished their joint high-five, the classroom suddenly fell silent. It was as though a spell had suddenly been cast over all of the students. Anna, Freya and Olaf all looked around, a bit confused as to what was going on. Then, all three of them turned their eyes to the front of the room where a rather large man stood in front of the gigantic whiteboard, though not even rather large actually qualified for describing him all that correctly. He was probably pretty close to being just about seven feet tall, if not more. It was pretty hard to tell just how tall he really was from the distance at which the three friends all were. Their English 101 professor also 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 at the row of his students. "Welcome to English 101. I am your instructor, and my name is Professor Oaken, but I'm sure you already knew that."
There was quite a veil of 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 Professor Oaken's appearance which made him look just downright jolly. In fact, if anyone could describe the man accurately, they would have to say that he was a lot like a giant, redheaded Santa Claus.
"Oh," Oaken suddenly continued up at the front of the classroom. "We must also not forget to cover our beloved Fairytale Section. That part of my class always seems to be a favorite among every one of my students. 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 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 fairytales back at home which she had always read at night to make her more comfortable whenever her parents were away on business trips 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 all the times she read them with her birth parents were some of the only good memories she had left from her childhood prior to when Anna and her own family took Freya into their home.
The two girls just smiled and clasped their hands together then into one another's own hands. "We might just enjoy this class, yet, Anna," Freya said for the both of them, tears of joy forming in her eyes.