She spent the last twenty minutes scratching his name off her belongings: notebooks, textbooks, she even crossed his name off the pages of her diary.

Anna + Hans 4ever. Anna and Hans Westergaard. Anna Westergaard. Mrs. Anna Westergaard. Mr. and Mrs. Westergaard…

Scratch, scratch, scratch.

She had met Hans during the last week of school, and his charm was undeniable. Hans was a tall, handsome guy with a velvety voice that could hypnotize you like a spell. The first time their eyes met, Anna was doomed, and she fell. Like, literally. She tripped down the stairs, and if he wasn't there to catch her, she would probably have broken her neck with the fall. And that tiny fraction of time was all it took.

As they got to know each other, their personalities clicked, their interests coincided, and they bonded by laughing at the same things. She confided in him in a way that she had never confided in anyone but family. They fit together like puzzle pieces, and Anna wondered how they had not met until now.

By the time they had to leave for summer break, they were already committed to each other, in a serious relationship destined to last for eternity. They were meant to be. At least, that was what she thought...

He had told her he was going through some problems with his family, and she tried to be understanding. But she still should've seen it coming. She should've known something was wrong when he started missing her calls, and she should've noticed how evasive he sounded whenever they talked.

Instead, she spent the whole summer feeding her fantasy of the perfect boyfriend. She spent her days daydreaming about him, counting the minutes for their big reencounter. She was so blinded by her feelings that she could not see what really was happening, or who he truly was. She didn't realize they hadn't fallen for each other. She didn't realize she had fallen for him all on her own.

So yeah, the truth caught her by surprise.

He had texted her to meet him, and she had been beyond thrilled with the request. She jumped at him, burying him in hugs and kisses, and giggles and whispered words of love and passion, just to be unceremoniously put down, and then given the speech.

She seethed. The flippant tone he used, the 'it's not you, it's me' routine, the 'I'm just not looking for anything serious right now', and the 'I hope we can still be friends'. Every overly-used cliché that came out of his mouth was like a hammer slamming hard against her chest. Bang after bang, until her heart shattered and the broken pieces scattered across the floor to the world to see.

Everything hurt. It hurt, it hurt and the pain consumed her whole. She bawled her eyes out, tears drenching her pillow as she cried all night long. And the more she cried, the smaller she felt, and as the hours dragged on, the suffering was replaced by anger and indignation. Even worse than the betrayal was the fool she had made of herself. She felt so stupid for trusting him, and now that she was emotionally and physically drained, all she could think of was how satisfying it would feel to kick his sorry butt all across the state.

While that didn't happen, she had to entertain herself with drawing heavy, black lines in her notebook where his name once was. Her pen ran through the paper with such harshness that it nearly ripped holes in it.

"Mademoiselle Arendelle!"

A book smashed loudly in front of her, and Anna jerked her head back in startlement. She found Mademoiselle Colette fuming over her, hands holding tightly to the book that had landed on Anna's desk.

The girl blinked a couple of times. She was so focused on her soul-cleanse that she forgot she was in the middle of her French class. She quickly peeked around the room and spotted some of her classmates sniggering at her. She saw Rapunzel quietly shaking her head with her green eyes huge in worry.

Slowly, Anna looked back at her teacher. "... Yes?"

"I believe I asked you a question, mademoiselle," Colette said, turning on her heels and walking back to the blackboard. "Would you care to answer it?"

Maybe it was the exhaustion, or maybe it was the public humiliation, but something snapped inside of her, and it made Anna clench her jaw. "No."

Colette carefully narrowed her eyes at the strawberry blonde girl. "Excuse moi?"

"I said: no, I can't answer your question, Mademoiselle Colette." Her words were so calm that not even Anna could believe she was uttering them.

"I will not tolerate this kind of insubordination in my own classroom."

Anna snorted. "Well, I'm not talking my words back, ma'am."

The teacher put her hands on her hips. "Measure your next words very carefully, young lady."

"I am tired of making assumptions and looking like a damn spaz, Miss Colette." Anna's chair screeched as she got on her feet. "I mean, that's what you want, right? Make me say the wrong thing so I become a laughing stock in front of the whole class—"

"Detention, Mademoiselle Arendelle!"

Anna bumped her fists on the table. "—And I'm done playing games!"

Colette glared at the girl, fire burning in her eyes, and hissed, "Leave my class. Immediately."

With the teacher's ultimatum, silence echoed in the room, and it took Anna a couple more seconds to realize that she had been in a quarrel with the woman. Her eyes widened as comprehension hit her, and she threw a glance around. Her friends all stared back at her in complete shock.

"Uh…" Anna swallowed. Her throat hurt, and her heart beat so fast it was practically leaping out of her chest. She looked down, her face burning with shame. "I'm sorry for interrupting your class. I… I'll excuse myself now."

Hastily grabbing her belongings in her arms, the girl rushed to the front of the classroom.

"Detention starts at three," Colette said as Anna passed the teacher.

Anna nodded, eyes still glued to the floor. "Yes, ma'am."

Anna stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind her. She collapsed against the wall and pressed her eyes shut, trying to calm herself. She listened to Colette fighting against the murmurs that had erupted inside the classroom and let out the breath she didn't realize she had been holding. She breathed in slowly, letting the whole scene sink in.

Oh, well, she thought. Way to make a spectacle of herself.

Jack dragged himself down the hallway, backpack slung over one shoulder and hands buried inside his pockets. He huffed. That goddamn Madame Mode had caught him dozing off during class and didn't think twice before giving him detention.

Paranoid teacher's temper aside, the fact that she had caught him in the first place intrigued him even more. The woman couldn't see past her own desk, how could she have spotted him in the last row, hidden behind a sea of students? His money was on someone ratting him out. And he would shave his whole head if the little rat's name didn't start with a V.

Reaching the detention room, Jack looked at the grumpy man slumped over the teacher's desk and nodded at him. "Sup, Gru?"

"Ah, Mr. Frost," Gru grumbled, pointing at a sheet of paper on the table. "I should have expected to meet you here."

Jack smirked, picking the attendance list and signing his name. "How's it going, Señor G? Haven't spoken to you since you kicked me out of your class."

Gru snorted. "Without you to terrorize me week after week? I have been well, thank you very much."

Jack shook his head. "Come on, Gru. I know you missed me."

"I was a fool to think I'd gotten rid of you," the teacher said, pinching the bridge of his nose. He gestured to the rest of the room with annoyance. "Take a seat, boy."

"Yessir." Jack chuckled, making his way to the furthest seat in the back. Dropping himself on the chair, he leaned against the wall and absentmindedly watched the room starting to fill.

As the bell rang, Gru closed the door, and facing the offenders, he said, "Quite a crowd we have here, isn't it?"

"It's a fucking party!" Jack mumbled, and Gru's eyes went straight to the silverhead.

"I believe I don't need to remind you of detention rules, do I, Mr. Frost?"

Jack shrugged, closing his eyes.

"The rest of you, while you're under my watch, you will not be allowed to talk to each other," Gru stated, crossing the front of the room with his hands behind his back. "You will not be allowed to use your phones, or music devices, or any other gadgets you may have smuggled inside." He walked back to the door, eyes pointedly locking with each student as he moved. "You are not allowed to have fun, this is not a playdate. You will take this opportunity to reflect on the kind of bad behavior that brought you here in the first place."

"I know exactly what brought me—"

"What part of 'no talking' did you not understand, Mr. Frost?" the teacher roared.

"Sheesh, Mr. G, calm down," Jack grumbled. "Just because you drew the short straw and got stuck on detention duty, it doesn't mean you can take it on us."

His comment incited chuckles from his fellow outlaws, and he watched as Gru's face darkened.

The teacher crossed his arms. "Take out your notebooks, all of you, and write down a letter on why I shouldn't notify your parents about the acts of misconduct that put you in detention today."

A cacophony of displeased groans could be heard.

"And no talking!"

Gru had fallen asleep about half an hour after informing them of the detention rules. He had his feet propped up on the table, his head dangled from the back of the chair, and his snores were so loud everyone could hear them.

Anna was supposed to be working on her letter, but she couldn't concentrate. She kept glancing from over her shoulder at the guy sitting in the back. The guy had no problem talking back to the teacher, and he carried this blasé attitude that made him look really cool and badass. She looked at him again, and this time, their eyes met.

Anna immediately faced forward, feeling her cheeks heating up at being caught staring. Nice going, Anna. Now he'll think that you're a crazy stalker. She hit her head against the table and stayed like that until her face cooled down. After a while, she chanced another glance at the boy, and to her utter mortification, he was still looking in her direction. Her blush came back in full force as she realized she couldn't blame it on a coincidence that time around.

Biting on the inside of her cheek, she whispered, "You're that Jack Frost guy, aren't you?"

He arched an eyebrow at her as if finding her choice of wording amusing. "I suppose I am. And you are?"

"Oh. I'm Anna." She smiled. "Anna Arendelle."

Jack leaned forward on his arms, a smirk on his lips. "No wonder you looked familiar. You're Elsa's sister."

Anna nodded, hiding her hands under her thighs. "Yup. That's me."

"Would you look at that?" Jack laughed quietly and shook his head. "What brings you to this side of the kingdom, princess?"

Anna scowled, the memory of the French class disaster making her cringe. "I… had a bit of an argument with Miss Colette in class."

"I bet your sister wasn't very happy with that."

She groaned, pressing the palm of her hand against her forehead. "Don't even remind me," she grumbled. "I haven't told Elsa yet."

Jack smiled. "Well, good luck. From what I know about the queen, you're gonna need it."

"Thanks." Anna looked at him with curiosity. "What about you? Why are you here?"

"Was caught napping during Math."

Anna frowned skeptically. "That's it?"

He shrugged.

"Really? I thought you would be here for something bigger, like that whole jello thing in the bathrooms this morning."

Jack's eyes lit up, and his smile widened a little, and just like that, Anna understood what the sudden change meant.

"THAT—that was you?" She had to remind herself to keep her voice down.

He put his index finger in front of his lips and winked at her.

"Wow." Anna shook her head. "I can't believe—"

"What? Do I look like a liar to you?" Jack asked with his nose scrunched up.

"Yeah—I mean—no, it's not that—"

The classroom's door suddenly burst open, saving Anna from further embarrassment, and Anna thanked the invisible forces at work there.

"What the—" Gru nearly fell from his chair at the unannounced intrusion. "Mr. Robinson!"

Anna looked at the guy at the door—Mr. Robinson. He looked familiar, like she had probably seen him in the cafeteria before, but she couldn't give him a name for the life of her.

The teenager waved excitedly at the teacher. "Hey, Mr. G. Long time to see! Como esta—"

"What exactly do you think you're doing, Mr. Robinson?" the teacher asked, getting up on his feet and wiping drool off the corners of his mouth.

The boy raised an eyebrow. "Were you sleeping, sir?"

"I was not," the teacher grumbled through gritted teeth.

"Are you sure? Because it looked like you were—"

"Do you have any business here, boy?"

"Oh, right! Almost forgot!" the teenager slapped his forehead and shook his head, giggling to himself. "Your daughter was in a fight. I was sent to retrieve you. There was blood."

Gru jumped, his hands going to grip the hair he didn't have. "WHAT? Which one of them? Tell me it wasn't Agnes. She's in a biting phase—tell me she didn't bite another child—"

"Uh…" the boy took a moment to think. "The middle one, I think?"

"That's Edith." Gru let out a long slow breath. "Stay here while I deal with it," the teacher told the class as he rushed out of the room, and the boy had to move out of the way not be run over. After a quick moment, Gru came back, poked his head inside and added, "And no talking." Then, he was gone again.

Anna frowned, having difficulty understanding what had just happened. She looked around and found some comfort in seeing the rest of the kids staring dumbstruck at the dark-haired guy in the front of the class. She watched as he raised his arms with a pleasing smile on his lips.

"Run, for you are now free, my comrades," the boy declared.

Not waiting for further explanation, students gathered their belongings and quickly disappeared through the door. Anna, not sure if that was standard detention procedure, watched in slow-motion as things happened around her and the class emptied.

The boy moved his eyes to the back of the room. "Oh, hey, Jackson. Didn't even see you there."

"What are you doing, William?" Jack asked, narrowing his eyes.

William shrugged. "Breaking you out, obviously. Now move your ass before someone shows up to check on you lawbreakers."

The frown on Jack's face was replaced by a cheerful grin as he threw his things inside his backpack.

"Where are you going?" Anna shouted, her voice a little louder than she planned.

"Didn't you hear me?" William asked. "Detention is over. You're free to go back to your common life."

Anna took a tentative step forward, and she felt adrenaline hitting her like a wave. Her legs buckled. "But… what if Mr. Gru comes back?"

William frowned at her. "Who are you again?"

Jack pointed from the boy to the girl. "Wilbur, Anna." Then from the girl to the boy. "Anna, Wilbur. I'll introduce you two properly once we're safe." He made hasty circles with his hand, ushering Anna to speed up.

"As for your question, pumpkin, there's nothing to worry," Wilbur explained as Anna hurried with her bag. "Gru can only hold you here until six, and he's not coming back before that."

"How can you be so sure?"

"We're keeping him busy." Wilbur smirked, and turning to Jack, he added, "Asked some patrons for a favor here and there. You have loyal followers, Frost."

Jack laughed, holding the door open for the girl. "Come on, princess. Time to fly."

With her hands trembling and cheeks hurting from grinning so widely, Anna hurried after the other two. The girl felt beyond excited at being included in whatever they were doing.

"So what exactly did you do?" she heard Jack question as she caught up with them.

Wilbur shrugged. "You know, the usual. Asked people to make some noise. Start fights—"

Jack suddenly stopped, making Anna bump into him. He held an arm in front of William's chest, and he had a scowl on his face. "What fights?"

"Relax, Frosty." Wilbur shoved the silverhead's hand out of the way and continued down the hallway. "Stage fights. No violence or injured kids, just loudly-opined people shouting and waving their arms very eagerly. And just to be safe, Hiro and his team are keeping the little munchkins entertained in the Robotics Club room, Gru's daughters included on the VIP list."

Jack laughed, throwing his head back. "Wilbur. You have officially gained your seat back."

Wilbur's laugh joined the silverhead's. "Thanks, handsome, but it was all Hiccup and Andy's idea. They said they had some making up to do—"

"Consider it water under the bridge."

"—All that's left is to keep you under the radar for the rest of the—"

The rest of Wilbur's sentence was lost as they turned a corner and nearly crashed against a group of students coming the opposite way. Anna heard the boys cursing quietly before she could see who they had bumped into. And as she saw the other four blocking their way, Anna felt like letting out some curses of her own.

"... So much for staying under the radar," Wilbur mumbled, a hand brushing through his hair.

"Oh, hello, boys!" Violet, a girl Anna recognized as one of Elsa's friend, said, and then her eyes drifted to Anna. "And… Elsa's little sister?"

Anna recoiled, feeling out of place between the older teens.

After a moment of silent scrutinizing Violet shook his head, attention returning to the silverhead. "Jack, I thought you were supposed to be in detention."

Jack smiled, though his smile felt cold, and it didn't really reach his eyes. "You would know all about that, wouldn't you, Violet dearest—"

"William?" Andy, another of Elsa's friend, called with a clear of his throat. "What are you doing here?"

Wilbur narrowed his eyes. "What am I doing here? What are you doing here—"

"Monitoring the hallways," Andy hissed. "By Violet's suggestion."

"By Violet's—" All eyes went to the brunette girl, who held the most innocent look on her face. "Oh, I see…"

"What's going on here?" Elsa asked, and Anna could feel her sister's eyes on her without even looking.

"Well, this is just a guess, but I think they're breaking Frost out of detention—"

Putting her hands on her hips, Astrid snarled, "They're doing what now?" at the same time as Jack grumbled, "Seriously, Violet?"

"Anna?" Elsa's controlled voice rang clear as day in the middle of the chaotic conversation.

Anna slowly met her sister's eyes. "Yeah?"

"A little word, please? In private?"

Anna nodded and followed her sister to a quieter corridor.

As they got far enough not to be overheard, Elsa turned on her heels and asked, "Can you tell me why you're with those two?"

"We…" Anna rubbed her arm shyly. "We kinda ran into each other."

"Where exactly did that happen?"

"Uh… Detention?"

"DETENTION?" Elsa shouted, making Anna flinch. Elsa took a deep breath, and lowering her voice, repeated, "Detention?"

"It's not as bad as you're thinking—"

"It's the first day of school, Anna—"

"—I just lost my temper in class and—"

"—As if getting detention wasn't already bad, you got it on the first day of school—"

"—It's not a big deal!"

Anna heard Elsa sighing, and that sound alone made her chest ache.

"Not a big deal?" Elsa asked.

"I mean, it is a big deal. I just don't know what happened." Anna let out an awkward laugh. "I guess I had other stuff in my head, and, yeah, I guess I lost control."

"Anna—"

"It won't happen again, I promise," Anna rushed to say before she could disappoint her sister even more.

Not knowing how to keep the conversation going, they fell in a weird silence.

"Are you ladies done with your talk?"

Anna jumped at the sudden male voice and saw Jack coming in their direction. His casual posture and the easy-going smirk on his lips was such a contrasting image to the myriad of helplessness that Anna was that she held onto his nonchalance to keep herself afloat.

"We're headed to the robotics club, you two wanna come?" he asked.

"W-who? Me?" Anna couldn't stop herself from mumbling. Her grin spread so wide that her cheeks hurt, but as she felt the iciness of her sister's glare, she rectified, "I mean—I should go copy the French notes I missed..."

Jack nudged her shoulder and wiggled his eyebrows. "Come on, it'll be fun!"

"Maybe another time," Anna mumbled, avoiding eye contact with either of the seniors. Walking backward, she waved at the other two. "It was nice meeting you, Jack. And I'll see you later, Elsa!" Hurriedly, she hid behind the hall and tightened a hand over her racing heart.

"What about you, Your Majesty?" Anna could still hear Jack ask.

"I have work to do," was her sister's short reply. "And Frost?"

"Yes?" Was it weird that she could hear the smirk on his voice?

"...Stay away from my sister."