After the rock concert, Tooth made sure to notify the group about the Drama Club's schedule, emphasizing at least three times the date of the auditions. They had been unable to burst the physic's teacher's bubble of excitement, hence their unusual meeting in the auditorium on a Saturday morning.

"You are so dead," Astrid groaned at the silver-haired boy sitting at the top of the stairs to the stage.

Jack leaned his head back against the wall and let out a loud yawn as he looked at her. "You seemed to be having a lot of fun at the cost of our suffering, and you know what they say, Hofferson: Karma is a bitch."

"And so are you, Jackass," Violet countered back. "You didn't have to turn us in to Tooth."

"I was improvising!"

"If I didn't know, I'd say you're actually interested in acting," Andy commented.

Jack shrugged. "I'd rather find better use to my skillset. Speaking of, where the hell is Tooth? The world is being deprived of my awesomeness because we're stuck in here!"

"Oh, God, can you be cockier?" Elsa grumbled quietly.

Jack arched an eyebrow at her. "Is that a challenge."

"Please, don't take it as one."

"If Jack becomes cockier, his head will explode," Hiccup mocked.

"Yeah, and you'll be stuck cleaning my brain off the walls, douchebag."

"Ew."

"Gross."

Violet shot the silverhead a threatening look. "Can you stop with the gore?"

Jack shrugged, and for the tiniest fraction of time, there was silence. Then, he groaned. "Where the fuck is Tooth? She makes us wake up at the crack of dawn and is not even here on time?"

"Easy there, Frosty," Andy said. "She'll be here soon."

"She better!"

"Come to think of it, why on Earth is our physics teacher in charge of the Drama Club?" Hiccup wondered.

Andy explained, "Looks like she was asked to take over after Mérante went back to France, and, you know, because Tooth is Tooth, she couldn't say no."

"But the original club members have graduated, and now the club is at the risk of being shut down," Elsa added.

"Shut down? Why?" Violet questioned.

"As Tooth mentioned, there has been a decrease in club applications."

"Somebody did their homework," Jack mumbled.

"It's the Student Council's job to keep track of all club activities. Besides, the downfall of the Drama Club was never a secret to anyone."

"So that's why Tooth was so eager for our help?" Hiccup asked.

Andy nodded. "Considering the number of people that are here today, I'd say they are up to some hardship this year as well."

Jack stared at Andy with narrowed eyes. "You're doing that on purpose, aren't you?"

"Doing what?"

"Making us feel guilty," Hiccup said.

Andy shrugged. "Not my intentions at first..."

"The point is that we… agreed to help Tooth, and we can't simply abandon it because whatever she makes us do is not to our liking."

Jack groaned. "You telling me I have to do the right thing?"

"Gee, don't sound too excited now," Astrid said.

"It means you will actually do the right thing, doesn't it?" Elsa asked with a hint of apprehension in her voice.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Jack held his right hand up in an oath gesture. "I promise I'll be a good boy. For Tooth."

"Aw, look at you, Frosty!" Hiccup cooed, leaning over to pinch the silverhead's cheek.

"Yeah, yeah," Jack pushed Hiccup's hand away with a glare. "Don't make me wanna go back on my word."

"So this is it, huh?" Astrid crossed her arms and leaned back on her seat. "We're all stuck on the same fucking boat."

"Hooray!" Violet grumbled, her head rolling back as she watched the rest of the room. Attention peaked, she stared at a specific boy and called, "Dash?!"

A small blonde boy snapped his eyes up and looked at the brunette.

"What are you doing here?" Violet asked.

"What are you doing here?" Dash stopped in his tracks as he noticed his sister's companions. "You—" he mumbled pointing at Jack.

"Hey," Jack greeted the kid with a nod of his head. "Who's the kid, Parr?"

"My brother Dash, everyone," Violet said making wide gestures at the child. "And you didn't answer my question, twerp."

Dash crossed his arms with a pout. "I was unfairly accused of putting tacks on Mr. Kropp's stool—"

"You put what where now?"

"Unfairly accused, sis. Pay attention," Dash said with a roll of his eyes.

"Ah, a soul after my own heart," Jack mused putting a hand over his heart.

"You say another word, Frost, and you're dead meat."

Dash looked from her sister to the silverhead and back. "Anyway, Tooth said she would get me out of detention if I helped with her play, so here I am."

"Does Mom and Dad know?" Violet demanded to know.

"No, Ms. Tooth said that she wouldn't tell them. And you're not telling them either!"

Violet rolled her shoulders back. "Fine. Your rebellious streak is not my problem anyway."

"You know, a good sister would have my back."

Violet's eyebrows rose in question.

"I told you: I was unfairly accused—I wasn't caught doing anything!"

"Atta boy," Jack said with a chuckle.

Violet pointed a finger in his direction. "I'm warning you, Frost."

"What about you? What are you all doing here?" Dash asked, looking around the group. His eyes seemed to stay on Jack a little longer.

"Same as you, basically. We're here to help Tooth," Violet answered. "Except we didn't get in trouble first."

"Yeah, right."

Violet frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You can't be here with him"—he pointed at Jack—" without having done something disastrous to deserve it."

"Ah, my reputation precedes me," Jack stated rather pleased with himself.

"I don't think now's the time, Frost," Andy commented.

Dash shrugged. "The only way you can be telling the truth is if The Jack Frost is losing his touch."

Jack sat up putting his hands on his waist. "Excuse me? Losing my touch?"

"Maybe your era is over."

The silverhead's eyes narrowed. "Kid, you don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, this is bad..." Hiccup mumbled, hiding his head in his arms.

"I rule this fucking place," Jack continued, his voice dropping to a low growl. "I invented chaos, and mayhem is my middle name. I've been pulling pranks since you were in diapers!" He laughed mockingly. "And what did you do? Put tacks on your teacher's chair? Talk about lame!"

"Dude!" Andy jumped up, blocking Jack's view of the child. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Surprise, surprise! Jack's good boy act lasted..." Astrid stopped to make some math. "Eight minutes. Must be a record."

Jack glared at Astrid as he stated matter-of-factly, "I was just having a conversation with Violet's little brother. What's wrong with that?"

"You were letting a middle-schooler rile you up," Elsa countered.

"No shit," Hiccup agreed. "Why are you trying to traumatize the kid, asshole?"

"He started it!"

"He's eleven!"

"He—I—"

His friends had positioned themselves around Dash as an attempt to protect him from the silverhead's rage, and it was at that moment that Jack managed to take a look at the boy. His eyes were as big as the moon, and his lips trembled. The boy seemed both ashamed and terrified.

"Look, Dash—"

His apology was interrupted by their teacher finally gracing them with her presence. The doors opened wide and Tooth came in as radiant as always.

"Oh, isn't this the perfect day to have our auditions?" Toothiana asked as she cheerfully walked towards the stage, her skirt flowing behind her with every step. Stopping at the first row of seats, she pulled out a clipboard and waved it in the air. "Everybody please write your name, year, and any role preference in this paper, and we'll do the auditions following the list's order!"

"Oh, yeah, we still have that to do," Violet mumbled, watching the list being passed around the other students.

"What play are we supposed to be doing again?" Hiccup asked.

"Seriously? How unprepared can you be?" Astrid mocked.

"I was busy!"

Andy snorted. "With what? Hijacking the headmaster's PA system?"

"You know better than to give us ideas, Andrew—"

Elsa cleared her throat at the clipboard finally reached their group. "If you must know, Hiccup, we're doing Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream."

"I'm not doing this." Jack shook his head as he waited backstage for his turn. In his hands, he had a copy of the script he was supposed to be reading.

"What happened to 'we're in this together'?" Astrid asked with a roll of eyes.

"You're the one who said that, not me."

"We all agreed that there would be no quitting," Elsa said with a glare in the silver-haired guy's direction.

"Yeah, that was before you all turned against me!"

"You were bullying my little brother!" Violet snarled.

"I said I was sorry! And he forgave me!"

"Doesn't erase what you said!"

"Can you two please lower your voices? Tooth will hear you," Andy hissed threateningly.

Elsa was staring at him, and when his eyes met hers, she whispered, "You can't quit."

"Watch me."

Just in time, Tooth called Jack to the stage.

"Hey, Ms. T," Jack greeted the teacher, walking to the 'x' mark on the floor. The hard light directly pointed at him was too blinding, and it made his head hurt.

"Anytime you want, Jack. We'll just read each other some lines, okay?"

"Yeah, about that..." He scratched the back of his head. "See, I was never interested in acting. All the performances and glamour? Not my thing."

"B-but what about the rock concert?" Tooth asked in confusion.

"It wasn't the same thing... because there were no expectations. My being good at it was a delightful surprise. But as soon as my name is on the cast list, things change and the pressure is on."

"Oh..."

Jack couldn't see the teacher's face, but he could feel the woman's heart-shattering, and boy, oh boy, that was not a light hit.

"I understand," Tooth adopted an upset voice tone. "Would you mind calling your friends on stage?"

Jack turned his head towards the curtains. "You heard her," he told his friends.

Slowly, the rest of the group made their way to the center of the stage, standing in a line side to side.

"What are you doing?" Elsa, ending up standing right on Jack's side, whispered.

"Improvising," he whispered back.

"I would like to thank you all for showing up today," Tooth told them getting on her feet. "My teacher's heart swelled with joy at seeing you guys here."

"Ms. Tooth, you gotta understand, we're not made for this," Astrid explained.

"Yeah, acting is so out of our league," Violet added.

"Please don't get us wrong," Hiccup mumbled. "If there was anything else we could do for you..."

"Ms. T, we're..." Andy started, but his voice trailed, and his sentence remained unfinished.

"I know, Andy." Tooth walked to the edge of the stage and smiled at them. "You children are all so good, and it was wrong of me for demanding something like this of you. I let my eagerness blind my judgment, and I apologize."

"Ms. Tooth, you did nothing wrong, we're the ones who—"

"I'm your teacher, Elsa. I'm the one who's supposed to be looking after you guys, not the other way around."

"Ms. Tooth—" Elsa choked out, but her words were interrupted by a roaring laugh.

Jack cracked out in laughter, his laugh so loud and hysterical that he had to lean forward, hands on his knees holding himself up to keep his balance.

"Jack?" Hiccup called quietly, but Jack just kept laughing maniacally.

"Phew!" Jack straightened up and wiped imaginary sweat off his forehead. "That was dramatic!"

"What do you think you're doing now?" Elsa hissed.

"Improvising!" he shot back. "What do you think, Ms. T?" Jack asked, taking a few steps towards the front.

"What... do I think?" the teacher repeated confused.

"Well, everything we said just now was true." Jack turned so he could face his friends and send each one of them a pointed glare. "We're not actors."

He turned toward the teacher once more. "Which is why we prepared a little sketch of our own."

"What do you mean?"

He silently thanked the Heavens as he heard someone moving to stand beside him, but then bit his lip as he realized it was Elsa. She made sure to glare at him as their eyes met, and he could only hope she wouldn't blow his story up.

"Well, we thought auditioning together would be easier, since we're amateurs and all," Elsa said turning to face the teacher.

She chuckled, and Jack went along with her, ushering the rest of the group forth with hasty movements.

"Yeah, it was all part of Jack's plan," Andy added, a clear of his throat hiding the quiver of uncertainty in his voice.

"Performing together using a theme that was closer to us," Astrid said.

Violet nodded. "So we could mask our mediocre acting skills..."

Hiccup sniggered, shoving his hands inside his pockets. "We just dialed the drama up a bit too much."

"Yeah, that was on me," Jack said sheepishly, earning an amicable punch in the arm from Hiccup.

"So..." Tooth's head was moving so fast that she didn't stop to look at one specific person, she just kept rotating her field of vision right and left. "You were acting?"

"At the best of our skills," Elsa replied.

"All of you?"

"Yep," Andy replied.

"Oh, wow!" Tooth laughed, pressing a hand against her forehead. "You really had me fooled there."

Jack chuckled. "Oh, well. You know what they say..."

"Actors are the best liars."

Leaving the auditorium after the end of the auditions, the group found themselves sharing a single bench on the outdoor area, the girls plus Hiccup fighting for more space on the bench, and Jack and Andy leaning against the backrest.

"I did not see that coming," Violet said as soon as Tooth was out of sight.

"No kidding." Hiccup sighed as he felt Violet nudging him in the ribs for the third time and sat on the floor. "I really thought we were gonna ditch it for a moment."

"And to think that Frost was the one who pushed us into doing the right thing," Astrid mumbled.

Jack winked at the blonde. "See? I told you I could be good."

Gagging noises came out of Astrid's throat. "I think I'm having a stroke."

"I have that effect on people."

"Inducing seizure?" Hiccup laughed. "I wouldn't advertise that if I were you."

"Don't be jealous now, Third..." Jack said, messing his best friend's mop of auburn hair.

Hiccup rolled his eyes. "I am so not jealous."

Andy cleared his throat. "As out of character as Jack's actions were—"

"Love you too, Davis," Jack mumbled.

"—What surprised me the most was Elsa being the first to follow your lead," Andy continued nonchalantly. "That was some impressive quick-thinking."

Elsa tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "Thanks."

"Why are you giving Arendelle all the credit?" Jack asked with narrowed eyes. "I'm the one who did the hard work!"

"Don't worry, Frost," Andy reassured the silverhead. "I'm not denying that it was your scheme through and through."

"Although, you were the one who tried to quit first, to begin with..." Elsa said.

Jack shrugged. "That was not cool, I admit."

"You could say that again," Violet scoffed.

Jack snapped, and crossing his arms, he stared at the brunette, asking, "Okay, what will it take for you to forgive me already?"

Violet's eyebrows arched upwards. "How far are you willing to go?"

"Uh..." His eyes went to Elsa. "Should I answer that?"

The platinum-blonde shook her head. "I wouldn't."

Violet rolled her eyes. "Don't be dramatic, Elsa."

The silverhead threw his hands in the air. "Fine. What do you want?"

"You're gonna owe me one," Violet said smirking.

"Why do I feel like I'm making a deal with the devil?"

"Probably because you are," Astrid scoffed.

Ignoring the blonde, Violet informed him, "Don't worry, Frosty, I won't demand anything for as long as we're stuck doing the stupid play."

"Lucky me."

"That's actually a good idea," Andy said.

"Compacting with the devil?" Hiccup asked.

Andy frowned. "No... Promising not to sabotage each other."

"What... are you saying, Andy?" Elsa questioned with reluctance.

"That we all have something to gain in working together."

Astrid glared at him. "You expect me to work with Frost?" the blonde asked, putting great emphasis on the guy's name.

"Your charm is a thing of beauty, Hofferson—" Jack mocked.

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm suggesting. But not only you and Jack—all six of us. Together as a team."

Hiccup shook his head. "That sounds... disastrous."

"I agree with Hiccup," Elsa said.

"I think it's a great idea."

Elsa's head quickly turned to face her brunette friend. "You do?"

Violet shrugged nonchalantly. "Totally. We should make it official."

"And how do you suggest we do that, Vi? Blood pact?" Jack suggested with a snort.

"Yeah, no. I don't want your germs anywhere near my bloodstream," Violet answered, her face contorting in a disgusted expression. "We should write a contract."

"We should what now?" Astrid asked.

"A contract. You know, that thing people sign so they're bound to certain duties by law?"

"I know what a contract is, dipshit."

"So... who's got paper?" Violet looked around, but none of the others manifested themselves, so she sighed, pulling out her phone. "Digital it is, then."

Andy laughed as he watched the girl. "Oh, you're gonna write it on your phone?"

"No, we are gonna write it, Davis." Violet held her phone up, fingers ready to start typing. "Alright people, let's write this shit."

"This feels even stupider than I thought it would," Astrid mumbled as she stared at the message Violet had sent all of them.

Their freshly outlined coexistence contract read:

We hereby agree to follow the rules listed in this message from this day onward for the duration of our activities with the Drama Club. The ten rules numbered below have been written upon thorough discussion and shall not be bent. They are also not open to your tweaked interpretation, Frost.

We, Andrew Davis, Astrid Hofferson, Elsa Arendelle, Hiccup Haddock III, and Jackson Frost shall:

1. Not skip rehearsals. Reasons for doing so shall be informed to the group for consideration in advance. Its relevance shall be determined upon consensus of the group.

2. Provide mutual assistance. The group shall work together to accomplish success. We are doing this for Tooth, and her satisfaction goes above our egos.

3. Take the play seriously. We shall fulfill our designated roles, whatever they turn out to be. That includes memorizing lines and acting in character.

4. Remember to take breaks. The group must not adopt workaholic, unhealthy habits—that's for you, Arendelle!—in order to survive the validity of this contract.

5. Not use violence to solve problems. Violence is never the answer. The group must hold their punches back. You know who you are.

6. Not be a jerk. The group is not obligated to tolerate your jerkiness. Kill 'em with kindness instead.

7. Know when to back off. Stressful months lie ahead. The group must prioritize stability.

8. Not leave anyone behind. The group became one, the group shall cross the finish line as one.

9. Know when to admit mistakes. For democracy purposes, the group shall have the authority to determine the wrong and right points in an argument.

10. Not quit. For real this time.

Any infraction shall be met with proper punishment. Plea is reserved for infractor(s), but the final saying lies with the majority of the group.

This contract only applies to the play, any other interactions the group may come to participate in that is not related to the play shall disregard the rules above.

Effective as of today. Expiration date yet to be determined by the group.

"I kinda like it," Jack said putting his phone away. "Now I can plead these rules whenever you start bitching about something, Hofferson."

Astrid rolled her eyes. "Likewise for when you start acting like an asshole."

"This contract is totally gonna work," Andy mumbled pressing a hand to his face.

"Maybe we just need to get used to it," Hiccup said with a shrug.

Violet groaned. "Ugh, your positivity makes me sick."

"It was your contract!"

"Yeah, but I was also sorta being sarcastic when I suggested it."

Jack frowned holding a finger up at her. "You're telling me that we spent a whole hour on a joke? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Watch it, Frost, you're still on probation."

"Please." Jack rolled his eyes. "Our deal automatically gave me a clean slate."

Violet shook her head. "That's not how it works—"

"Oh, yes it is. And you made sure of that yourself, honey."

Violet glared at him. "You're an asshole."

"This is starting to look more and more like a terrible idea..." Elsa hissed under her breath.

"Look who's chickening out." Jack laughed with contempt. "Could it be that Little Miss Perfect ain't as perfect as she pretends to be?"

She rolled her eyes. "Shocking, isn't it?"

"You have no idea," he said with a wink.

Elsa's eyes narrowed. "You're an idiot."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"It wasn't a compliment..."

"Well, whatever the reasons were," Astrid grunted, "the contract exists, and now we're shackled to it."

"Boy, I didn't know we were getting married—" Hiccup immediately stopped talking as five pairs of eyes landed on him. "Uh... ignore what I just said."

Jack chuckled, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Too late for that, buddy."

"Oh, my, did Hiccup just propose?" Violet wondered, wiggling her eyebrows and throwing her arms around Astrid, whose vindictive glowering the brunette just ignored.

Face reddening like a tomato, Hiccup mumbled, "Definitely didn't propose." The skeptical looks remained unfazed, and he jumped to his feet. "I didn't!"

Violet shrugged. "Felt like a proposal."

"Right?" Jack agreed.

"You know, this is the perfect time for you two to back off," Astrid growled. "I'm pleading to whatever rule that gets you off my case."

"Contract rules don't apply here, Astrid," Jack said matter-of-factly. "This has nothing to do with the play."

"Then you'll have no complaints when I kick both of your asses to the infirmary."

Violet pulled away from the blonde as if she'd been electrocuted. "What?"

"You have my blessing," Hiccup said at the same time as Jack cursed under his breath.

"You know, maybe we should go eat," Andy went for a subject change, as he pushed himself off the bench's backrest. "There's a lot of hangry energy floating around you people."

Elsa nodded, getting on her feet as well. "I second that."

Hiccup shrugged. "As long as we find something else to talk about."

"Aw, guys..." Violet cooed with a hand on her cheek. "Look at us becoming a happy little family."

"That statement is equally hilarious and frightening," Elsa said with a frown.

Jack laughed. "Whatcha talking about, Your Majesty? This is gonna be great!"

"Ooh, yeah," Hiccup exclaimed with fake-excitement. "I can already see it."

"We're gonna be Best Friends Forever."