darn it, another chapter where I forgot this crucial part of the introduction. well, anyway, this is my fifth chapter of my 'Frozen Face Down' fanfiction which is based indirectly upon the 'Frozen 2013' fanfiction of another blogger on this website under the penname of classicdisneyFTW, whose original fanfiction was simply titled 'Face Down' with a storyline strangely similar to that of the very same song by the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, who gave the same title to their own song. this chapter is one-thousand-two-hundred-five words worth of total, unsurmountable fanfiction storyline regarding 'Frozen Face Down'.
disclamation: I do not own 'Frozen'. I technically don't even own about ninety-nine-point-nine percent of this fanfiction's storyline, aside from my original characters which I just barely managed to sneak into the plotline of my own version of this fanfiction. this fanfiction's plotline originally belongs to classicdisneyFTW and this very fanfiction was inspired by classicdisneyFTW's own modern take on 'Frozen 2013' originally titled 'Face Down' which was probably inspired by the song with the same name as classicdisneyFTW's original title by the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus which is more than likely the same song title as their album cover.
It was just about then that Anna, Freya and Olaf realized that Oaken was looking at the back of the class's lecture hall. 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 the guy in the back of the classroom who had raised his hand lowered it and crossed his arms. "I'm sorry, I didn't really get that," he told the whole class. "Did you just say 'Fairytale Section'? What does that even mean?" he asked Professor Oaken.
Of course, it did not take long for Oaken to respond to the guy's 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 topic, you will write a fifteen page analysis essay on the fairytale of your choosing," Oaken finally finished explaining.
The guy just scoffed at the very idea of it, while Oaken only raised his right eyebrow. "Something wrong, young man?" Oaken said to the guy in the very back of the class's lecture hall.
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 guy's response right away. "Yes? And what about fairytales?" he asked to the guy in the back.
The guy in the back, however, quickly saw that he would need to further explain his views on such a topic; or rather explain his views on such a topic, at all. "Well, it's just that they're fairytales," he said distastefully.
Professor Oaken was beginning to get a bit displeased with the comments given to the class by this guy in the back. "Not all fairytales are about princesses and magic, young man," Oaken said to the guy with a facial expression that looked as though it were hardening. "You'd do well to remember and respect that," he said further on the subject.
Anna, Freya and Olaf looked back at the guy in the back of the class's lecture hall. 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, hmm?" 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 once surprised expression on his face suddenly turned to one of defiance. "I just think that it's pretty ridiculous, having to write a whole fifteen pages all about a stupid fairytale," the guy said from the very back of the lecture hall fashioned classroom.
Anna, Freya and Olaf turned their faces towards the front of the classroom and back in Oaken's direction. How was the professor going to take such a comment? He seemed to really love his fairytales. They had all seen his face harden at the guy in the back of the classroom calling them 'stupid'. He rested both of his hands on his desk before rising up from his chair and stared up at the guy in the back. "What did you call them?" he slowly asked the guy.
Anna, Freya and Olaf looked at the guy in the back once more. He looked a little afraid of Oaken and the surprisingly stoic expression that suddenly appeared on his face when he asked him the question. The guy in the back, however, just remained firm on his statement about fairytales, in spite of just how intimidated he was of the rather 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 statement from the guy in the back of the lecture hall. That was when they all turned around to look towards the professor's direction. He just stared completely 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 just wondered what exactly the professor would do about this guy. It was the students in the front of the classroom who were especially silent and particularly tense for one reason or another.
Meanwhile at the back of the class, the guy who had insulted Oaken's precious fairytales just continued to stay smug on his claims. That feeling did not last long, though. When Oaken was finally finished staring all stone-face at the guy, he walked right back up to the back of the classroom where the guy was hanging out with his friend by the looks of it.
On his way up the stairs, the rest of the students finally got a good idea as to why their classmates at the front of the lecture hall fashioned classroom were so afraid of their own professor when he was angry. 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 the two of them. "Are you sure you wanna keep calling those fairytales that our forgiving professor seems to love so much uh, upid-stay, old buddy?" his terrified friend asked to him.
Of course, the fairytale hater, himself, was completely unaware of Oaken's presence next to his own desk at the time. "Of course, I'm stickin' to it. What do ya even take me for, pal? An idiot?" the fairytale hater said to his friend.
Then, after a bit more lip quivering from the guy's friend, the fairytale hater seemed to finally catch onto the fact that, "And, our class's fairytale-loving professor is standing right behind me at this very moment, 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 his 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, and from behind the guy, too.
The fairytale hater then turned his eyes towards the professor's direction. "Hello, Professor," the fairytale hater commented back to the professor before turning his whole body around to face Oaken and saw exactly how tall their English 101 professor even was. "Did I mention ever mention just how much I love learning? I especially love learning new things, particularly in my English classes," the fairytale hater told their English 101 professor, which was probably a huge lie, judging by his insult about one of the subjects in Oaken's particular English class a mere second before.