[Jack]
After Jack almost fell asleep in history of magic he was almost giddy to be going to applications, FINALLY a class where they could actually do something. The girl with the platinum blonde hair had been in his history class. He learned was named Elsa, and she happened to be sisters with the Anna he had met that morning, her powers: ice. So it wasn't surprising that she was in all his classes, not that he was complaining. She seemed to keep to herself though; she sat alone, never really talked to anyone, and always wore gloves. In applications, unlike history of magic, it was just the two of them, considering that they were really the only two in their class that really needed know how to apply freezing things to their daily lives, to their occupations, and for social betterment. Their first assignment, given to them by Mr. North, was to just brainstorm ideas of how they could practically use their powers out in the world. North simply sat at his desk grading papers ( though Jack didn't know how much there really was to grade since it was the first day). He looked over to see the girl sigh, get out of her seat at the opposite end of the row to his and sit down closer, but still a seat away from him. He extended his hand out, " Hi, I'm Jack."
"Elsa" she said looking at his hand and choosing to ignore it, instead she pulled out a notebook and pencil.
"Um… okay then," Jack said awkwardly retracting his hanging hand.
"I've already thought of ideas," she began roughly, " we could supplement the ice industry, provided environmentally friendly and efficient refrigeration and storage of goods…"
"Oh!" Jack interrupted, " We could start our own black market snow day business where people can pay us to cause snow days so that they wont have to go in to work or school. Or set the record for the largest freestanding ice sculpture at those ice sculpting contests." Elsa stared at him seemingly unamused, but he caught a hint of a smile she seemed to want to hide, it was either that or she was trying really hard to snap at him. On second thought it was probably the latter.
"This is supposed to be practical," she said.
"I am being practical, you dare doubt my ice sculpture skills? When do we get to the actual magic part anyway?"
"What?"
"You know, freezing stuff, making stuff, etc."
"This is applications, it's purely hypothetical, we can't control them yet."
"What?"
"Our powers."
"Why not? How hard is this?" He dragged a finger across the table, frosting it over and then making little animated designs out of it. He looked up to see a look of sheer horror in Elsa's eyes.
"We're not supposed to," she said frantically.
"Come on,"
"NORTH!" She yelled, " Jack's frosting the table over!"
The burly teacher looked up from his papers. "Mr. Frost! Magic is prohibited inside the classroom unless specifically instructed by me. I'm afraid I'm going to have to send you to the principal's office,"
"Come on!"
"Rules are rules," Mr. North said pointing to the door. Jack scowled and then shot a glare at Elsa who simply sat looking prissy and fidgeting with her gloves. Grabbing his books he marched out the door, anything he might have felt for this girl was gone. She was a snitch, even worse she was a cowardly snitch with a stick up her ass, a snitch he was now stuck with in every class. The day just kept getting better and better.
[Flynn]
Flynn leaned against the cafeteria wall at his usual meeting spot with Rapunzel. For two weeks now since the first day of school she had made good on her promise. One the first day she had come to him with a painting drastically different from the one he'd stolen from her. She'd said she'd been sure to make it different from her normal style and she left out anything too complicated so he wouldn't have too much trouble replicating it if asked to do so. She'd really thought this through, she almost seemed like a better con than him. Looking at the paintings he had to admit she was good, really good. At her best, he didn't see any difference between the skill in her work and that which he had seen in some museums, hers were even better in some cases, not that he was a very qualified art critic. They had their routine. She gave him the painting, told him the basics about it, then they parted ways before meeting up at the end of the day for him to tell her what the next assignment was and what style or period they were supposed to be doing. However today was off setting for him now because she was late. Flynn swiped the sweat off of his brow, man it was hot today, especially for mid September. He eyed the clock and was just about to head to his homeroom when he saw a small figure running towards him. He prepared his snarky comment, "It's about time Blond…" but he didn't get time to finish before she had shoved the painting at him and ran away…wearing a sweatshirt. Weird he thought to himself before heading to homeroom.
That afternoon he met up with her again, handing her the sheets of paper from that day that meant nothing to him.
" Hey Blondie, he did some things and kept talking about shading and capturing light or something, but I think this one is just the classic bowl of fruit painting. Stay away from apples, I have bad luck with them."
"I'll keep that in mind," she said with a laugh.
"What was up with this morning?" He asked nonchalantly but it seemed to make her far more uncomfortable than warranted. He was a thief, observation was something he had to be good at, so the fact that she began to nervously play with her hair only pointed out all the other differences from today. Her hair was parted differently so that it covered more of her forehead, and despite the mid seventy degree whether, she continued to wear a sweatshirt.
"Oh this morning was nothing, I was just running late," she said. Hmm, her voice had gotten noticeably higher. Time for his investigation.
"Why were you late?"
"I woke up late,"
"Why are you still wearing a sweatshirt?"
"It's cold"
"It's like 75 degrees out,"
"… That's cold for me?" She had become incredibly fidgety, " Look I gotta go," she said turning away from him.
"Wait, " he said realizing one of the assignment papers was still in his hand. He grabbed at her forearm " You forgot.." But he noticed her flinch and let out a whimper, stopping him mid-sentence. His hand had caused her sleeve to ride up as he tried to get a grip and he noticed a large purple bruise on her forearm right where he had grabbed it. She quickly snatched her arm out of his, grabbed the piece of paper shouting "We're gonna be late!" before running away again.
[Hiccup]
Hiccup found himself inspecting the broken bow over and over again, it had been made alright but there were sooooo many potential improvements he could make to its previously fairly simplistic design. He had drafted up sketches and designs of the new bow and a matching set of arrows, if he was right, this would make her more of a precise archer than she already was.
"Alright lets get to it." Hiccup looked up to see Merida, clad in riding boots, her hair wild, and still smelling a little like horse, telling him she had come straight from the stables. Not that he minded, the smell of horse happened to be 10 times better than the smell of dragon.
"Not so fast," Hiccup said, " Before we start I sketched out a few ideas of what he could do with it since we are making it from scratch anyway." He handed her the sheets ready to explain but before he could she was already poring over it amazed.
"Oh my holy hell, this is genius. I cant believe I never thought of using Byrindar wood before."
Hiccup looked at her a little startled. " Um… yeah, I figured even though its from the realm of magic I figured it should still work for your tournament since its neither a bewitched wood nor a wood with any particular powers. But it is fairly light, with great flexibility."
Merida continued to scan the designs, "It's a darker color so its more conducive to blending in as well, and if I remember correctly it's a native wood of this area so getting some shouldn't be too hard."
"Ummm… yeah exactly," Hiccup replied getting more in to it now, " It's not really in high demand since its not a wood to bewitch."
"Will it still be able to withstand the tension without snapping? Would the lightness of it make it less durable?" She asked.
" I did a bit of research and some calculations and I didn't see any reasons why it wouldn't, if it seems like it might be a problem I'll put in a few reinforcements as we go, but with the wood and a few tweaks to the original design, you should be able to shoot farther."
"Better," Merida said smiling.
"Ok," Hiccup said, " I'll take that as a yes. That'll be it for today, I'll pick up the wood tomorrow and we can start then."
"Alright see ya then," she began walking away, but turned back when she heard Hiccup call her name.
"How do you know so much about wood?"
"Are ya kidding?" She said, " I shoot wooden arrows, from a wooden bow, at wooden targets. I have to know something to get by. I know what yer thinking though. Just because I'm a girl I cant know my trees."
"No!" Hiccup said, " uh.. ugh thats not what I meant, sorry. It's just that I've never met anyone interested in it, people just come to the class to use the 3D printer or because they get to use the drills."
"Oh," Merida said pausing for a moment, " Well now ya know someone." She said with a shrug and then spun on her heel and left. Huh Hiccup thought to himself, maybe working with someone wouldn't be so bad.