A/N: Kinda pissed at the hate I've been getting on this story. You know what? This doesn't violate the guidelines. I mean, R9kElsa is Suffering violates FictionPress's guidelines but it's still on there! So lay off my chips. authors who are pissed that they're included in this will simply be booted off the story because I respect their wishes, and everything will be deleted eventually, anyway.

Author additions: Raze Occam - wrote Stockholm Syndrome

hmselsanna - wrote Anna Summers PA

Elsannaheadcanons, 50shadesofelsanna, Scholar of Justice, and Hellyeahpuckentine... (I don't know what the fuck they wrote)

Five hours later, and now everybody was getting aboard the university's big yellow bus for a field trip.

"Oh my gosh, a field trip! Yay!" screamed HellYeahPuckentine at the top of her lunges, foam dripping from his lips. She was lounging on the back seat of the bus, leaning against the window with a cigarette hangin' outta her mouth. Her hair was all puffed up like a poodle, and her lips were dripping with actual red paint from the department store because regular lipstick would not suffice for this foxy momma.

"Where are we going, Puckentine?" Forkanna asked. She had turned around in her seat to gaze at the girl.

"We're going to Lava Mountain," interrupted 50ShadesofElsanna before her gal pal, Puckentine, could answer politely. "It's a big fatass volcano by the North Mountain."

Forkanna sighed and sulked back into her seat. Damn, I hate volcanoes, she thought. The bus started going crazy with anger, because all the students would much rather spend their time at home on the computer then go out and see the world. But then, Professor Drum Major hopped on the bus, causing the engines to shudder from her sexiness. Living Lamb was close behind her.

"Students, students," Drum Major said, easing the bus into a calm, quiet shut-the-fuck-up. "You guys should be grateful that we're doing this. Lava Mountain is an amazing opportunity."

"Yeah, listen to the teacher," Living Lamb gushed behind the professor, putting a hand on Drum's shoulder. Drum Major turned to look at her curiously, wondering why Lamb was so different than the others. Lamb's face went into the color of dark, specific ketchup, the kind of ketchup that could really screw a person up, and she dodged her head shyly before slowly making her way to the back of the bus, taking a seat by her friend, Forkanna.

"You could be a little more subtle about your major crush on the Major," Forkanna whispered. Her mouth formed into a sly grin, and she playfully nudged Lamb.

It was the last thing she ever said to her beloved roommate.

At this moment, another person boarded the bus. The person was a boy. He had fire-crotch gingery hair, thin lips, and the most devilishly handsome sideburns in all of Arendelle. "Is it too late to find a good seat?" he asked Drum Major pleasantly. His voice was elated and charming, and his emerald eyes danced across the rows of seats. His name was Scholar of Justice, and his father was the leader of the University of the Southern Isles, which was Arendelle's biggest rival.

"No, go ahead and find a seat, Scholar," Drum Major said. She whipped around, eyes darting around before landing on ElsannaHeadCanons, who was sitting all alone, playing on her phone. "Sit with her."

"Fine with me," he shrugged, digging his hands into his white suit thing. He shuffled over to ElsannaHeadCanons and plopped himself down. "Hi, I'm Scholar," he grinned broadly, offering a white gloved hand to her; she merely glanced at him for a second, then went back to reading homosexual fanfiction on her phone.

"Is everybody ready for Lava Mountain?" the bus driver, Miss Frizzle, asked.

"NO WAY, FUCKING GAY," everybody screamed in unison.

"Fucking plebs. This is gonna' be a load of barnicles," Celery Sticks texted Forkanna. She made a goofy face at her friend, then glanced at the front of the bus, where Kate-Kane was sitting, chatting among with her friends. A pang of jealousy stabbed her heart, but she acted calm at ease.

Choo choo, chugga chugga boom. The bus turned into life and crashed through a bunch of buildings full of eldery innocents eating oatmeal patties before landing on the side of Lava Mountain, which was a real life volcano.

"Watch your step," the mountain's mysterious owner, Hagrid, said to each student as they got off the bus.

"Okay, class," Drum Major said to everybody as they huddled together on the edge. Looking off the mountain, you could see the entire city of Arendelle, all the high-rising buildings and glorious stadiums. Pretty damn cool. "Everybody find a volcano buddy, and don't wander off too far away from the mountain. Meet us back at the bus in thirty minutes."

Forkanna grabbed Living Lamb's arm to claim partnership, but Living Lamb shook her head and pulled her arm away reluctantly.

"Huh?" Forkanna asked, eyes brimming with confusion. "Who's your partner going to be, Lamb?"

"Me," Drum Major said, approaching the two. Her eyes flicked to Lamb. "We're going to practice marching band techniques and balance exercises from above the lava."

Lamb shrugged, and then galloped away with Drum Major. Forkanna felt betrayed. She scowled, kicking a loose string of hot lava that was floating along in the air. I can't believe she would just leave me like that, she thought.

"Need a partner?" a husky voice sounded behind her. Forkanna whipped around, surprised to see Scholar of Justice. He was holding a glass of champagne, and his green eyes dashed mysteriously as the lava's fog clouded around his figure. "I mean, I'm kind of new here, and nobody wants to be associated with the Southern Isles rich kid..." He pressed his mouth together and glanced downward, ashamed.

"No way! I'll definitely be your partner," Forkanna grinned. She reached forward and grabbed his gloved hand, making sure Living Lamb saw the encounter from the distance. "The name's Forkanna. But you can call me Fork."

He returned the sweet smile. Together, they ran up the mountain to see the lava up close.

"Kate?"

Kate-Kane turned around from her group of friends. She groaned. "Oh, god," she muttered. "Please, leave me alone."

"I have to tell you something," Celery Sticks said. She crossed her arms, shivering from the cold. Probably with the peanut butter.

"There's nothing I want to hear from you," Kate replied. But she seemed a bit curious.

"Is everything okay here, Kate?" Drake Parker and Josh Nicholas asked, looking at Kate with concern. She nodded, signalling for them to go away.

The rain began to pour down on Celery Sticks. She lifted her arms into the air, wet hair molding down her cheeks because it was raining. "Look, Kate, I'm not used to this whole commitment thing. You're right. I'm a player. I'm just like the others. I'm the biggest player in the whole fucking lesbian softball team, for christ's sake! But if you just come with me, I'll prove to you that I've changed. For you."

"Okay," Kate-Kane said. She went along with Celery Sticks, up to the volcano ring where all the lava was. They didn't notice the intense orchestra music that was leading up to the big disaster.

The lava bubbled red and fiery, with all the forces of a great typhoon. Everybody was standing around the ring of its core, looking into the death trap.

"Okay, Lamb," Drum Major said. "I need you to hold this clarinet between your teeth and walk across the string above the lava."

"Is it safe?" Living Lamb asked. She bit her lip, looking at the super-thin string which was honestly just unrealistic and could not physically support a human being.

"Go ahead," Drum Major said. She took a close step into Lamb's personal space, placing an icy hand on her shoulder. She leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "I know you can do it."

The sweat that poured down Lamb's body temporarily drowned the lava, causing it all to go away, and she walked across the string without an issue. Everybody cheered, surprised at this amazing feat.

"Way to go," Forkanna called. But then, she shut her mouth, not wanting to cheer her ex best friend.

"Forkanna, I've got to use the restroom," Scholar said, scratching a sideburn. He gestured behind himself. "I'll be back very soon."

"Don't get bumped into a fountain on your way there," she called. She sighed. She wanted so badly to see Elsa again; but she knew the beauty goddess queen was too good for her. A goal too far from reaching. Fucking plebs.

"Oh my god - are you Forkanna?" a sweet, smiling girl with thick-rimmed glasses and brown pigtails asked, approaching Fork. "My name's Raze Occam. I've heard a lot about you from my friends! Did you know that you're the gossip of the university right now?"

"Wait, what?" Fork blinked. "How come?"

"A video of you dancing with Elsa went viral on the internet," another girl entered the conversation. "I'm HmsElsanna, Elsa's assistant, by the way. Cute shirt."

"Oh fuck," Forkanna said. She buried her face in her hands. "I'll never escape this unrequited crush on Elsa."

There was a scream. It was a loud, piercing scream, and it washed over the volcano. Everybody stopped what they were doing. "Who just screamed?" Multiple questions, but not a single answer.

Because, as it turns out, there was a serious accident on that volcano. On that faithful night.

Mwahaha... a cliffhanger.