"No," Andy curtly informed his companion as he dodged students on his way to his locker. He had had a terrible night of sleep, and it showed on the dark circles under his eyes and the grumpy demeanor he gifted the world with.

Jack followed after him, making exasperated gestures with his arms. "But you—"

"No," Andy repeated, cutting him off with precision.

"I didn't even say anything!"

Andy started putting his combination on the lock, anger emanating through every one of his pores. "I know what you're gonna ask and the answer is no."

"Oh, really?" Jack leaned against the wall, arms crossing and eyebrows shooting up. "There's no way in hell you know what I was about to ask you."

Andy sighed as he shuffled rather forcefully inside his locker. "My plate is full, Jack. Classes aside, the Student Council eats up pretty much all of my spare time. We're still having to serve detention for the Halloween fiasco, and we have college applications to be working on!"

Jack crossed his arms. "So? You have stuff to worry about all the time, that never stopped you before!"

"Listen, I'm sure whatever idea you and Hiccup came up with is incredible, but I can't do it right now. I'm sorry."

"Oh, come on, Andrew!" Jack cried, throwing his arms in the air. "All you have to do is fill in that form and get Elsa's stamp on it. Just put it in the middle of her papers, she won't even have to read it."

"Ever considered filling in the form yourself?"

The silverhead shrugged. "I've considered many stupid things before, marrying a princess of some unknown European country to steal her crown, for instance. Your point?"

Andy threw his head back with a disgruntled cry. "You worked with her before, why don't you ask Elsa for help again?"

"Do you have any idea what a nitpicky psycho she is?"

"I've known her practically my whole life, so yeah, kinda," Andy answer with a snort.

"Then you understand why I'm not really looking forward to working with her again."

Andy stopped to look at his friend and gave him an empathetic smile. "I can't help you this time, Jack. I'm really sorry."

He turned on his heels to leave, and he had barely taken two steps when Jack's shout echoed through the corridor, "What do you want me to do, Andy? Beg on my knees?"

Andy stopped, skepticism keeping him on his toes. Slowly, he turned around, and his eyes narrowed as he stared at his friend. "What did you say?"

Jack shrugged. "You think I won't, but I will."

Andy bit his tongue to keep his face even. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

Without a second of hesitation, Jack kneeled down in the middle of the hallway with his arms spread wide open as sniggering students walked around him.

"Oh, Jesus—Frost, you dumbass," Andy grumbled as one of his hands pressed against his eyelids.

It was then that Hiccup decided to show, immediately doing a double-take as he pieced together the situation his friends were supposed to be in. "Hello, boys. What's going on here?" he asked with a frown.

Jack glared at the newcomer as he snarled, "Stay out of this, Hiccup. This is between Andrew and me." Then, he switched his eyes towards Andy. "Please. Will you do it?"

After a moment of silent consideration, Andy replied, "Get up, you're gonna be late for class." And then, he left.

"Wait—does that mean you're doing it? Hey!"

He heard his friends rushing after him, but continued down his path to the classroom without giving them another ounce of his attention.

"DAVIS!"

Anna had been struggling with the same question for the past fifteen minutes, and the top of her poor pencil had been chewed to the point of becoming unrecognizable. She huffed, throwing the pencil and sending it flying across the desk.

"Why are guys so dumb?" she asked.

Her tutor continued to scribble down on his notebook as if she wasn't even there.

Anna leaned back on her chair and crossed her arms. Her annoyance grew with every second her question went unanswered. "Well?"

Kristoff looked up with a frown. "Sorry, I thought that was a rhetorical question."

She huffed. "It wasn't, and I'm still waiting for an answer."

He stopped to check his watch, then he sighed. "What made you lose faith in mankind now?"

"Hans wanted to talk to me," Anna explained.

"Who's Hans again?"

"My ex."

Kristoff snorted. "Oh, you mean the reason why you're stuck here with me two times a week every week for the rest of the semester?"

"Yep. That's the one." Anna grumbled as she slumped down on her seat. "Anyway, he came up to me telling me how much he missed me and that he wanted to give us another chance."

Kristoff grunted as he rubbed his eyes. "Please tell me you didn't fall for that."

"Well…"

He slammed his hand on the table and glared at her. "You're back with that douchebag? Are you kidding me?"

"Uh, excuse me, sir, but you never even met him!" Anna shouted.

The guy shrugged. "Don't have to. From what you told me, and yeah, you've told me way more than I ever wanted to know, he left you in a wreck and didn't seem very sorry for doing so."

Anna groaned, throwing her arms in the air. "Okay, fine, but I never said I was back with him, did I? No. Now shut up and let me finish."

"Anyway, yeah, he made a huge scene in front of my friends, said that the breakup was a mistake and that he'd be willing to give us another chance if I met him halfway." She snorted. "As if he wasn't the one who screwed up in the first place."

"You're better off without him."

"Uh, duh. I know that. But—"

"Oh, no…" he grumbled as he shook his head.

Anna sighed. "Look, I'm not saying I believe him, but, like, people can change, right? They realize they made a mistake, and they try to make amends. Shouldn't we—shouldn't we give them a chance?"

Kristoff watched her for a long moment, and one of his eyebrows arched upwards. "Are we talking about Hans here? Or are we talking about you?"

"W-why would we be talking about me?" she asked, pretending nonchalance.

"You tell me, Anna."

Anna leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she glowered at him. "You know what we should be talking about? Math! That's what you're supposed to be tutoring me with, right?"

Kristoff groaned. "You're the one who started ranting about your hatred for men all of a sudden..."

"Break is over, Kristoff! Now can you help me with this equation? I don't know what I'm doing wrong."

Jack barged the doors open and smiled at the man inside. "Sup, North. Heard you wanted to see me."

"Yes, that would be correct." The headmaster gestured to the vacant chair in front of him. "Have a seat, Mr. Frost."

The silver-haired boy did as he was told and waited with curiosity as North slowly interlaced his fingers and placed his hands on the desk.

"I assume you know why you were called here," North said.

Jack smiled his best schoolboy smile. "You were lonely and missed our talking sessions?"

The man chuckled but said nothing in reply. Instead, he rummaged through his papers and pushed a single sheet across the table. He explained, "This came to me yesterday through the Student Council."

Trying hard not to smile, Jack reached for the paper and pretended to read. "I see the Student Council's quest to improve school life continues."

"Would you mind explaining your idea to me?"

"What makes you think it's my idea?" Jack asked, feigning indignance.

North's eyes hardened, and the silverhead flinched.

Jack sat up, and with a clear of his throat, he continued, "Well, if I had to take a guess, I would say that someone is requesting approval for a senor class sleepover…"

The headmaster sighed. "Yes, I understood that much by myself, Mr. Frost."

"Seems like a reasonable proposition if you ask me, sir."

"You would think that, would you not?"

Before Jack could retort, a knock on the door caught their attention.

"Come in," North said.

"Excuse me, sir." The door opened, and esteemed Student Council President Elsa Arendelle stepped inside. The girl froze as her eyes met Jack's, and she immediately added, "I'm sorry, I'll come back later."

"No, Miss Arendelle, this is actually why you were called here today," North said as he pointed at the chair beside the silverhead's. "Please take a seat."

She slowly made her way to her designated seat, and when she sat down, her body was so tensed up, Jack feared she would injure herself.

"Miss Arendelle, I believe you have read the pajama party request, haven't you?"

Elsa's eyes shifted in Jack's direction before returning to the headmaster's. "Yes, I have."

Jack straightened up, interest piqued.

"And what are your thoughts on it?" North asked.

"All due respect sir, I think it's a complete waste of energy. And whoever is behind it should find better things to do with their time."

Jack had to hold himself back not to feel offended by her words. He kept bouncing his knees, and he bit his cheeks so deep he worried he'd start bleeding.

"I see." North nodded. "Mind if ask, Miss Arendelle, why you didn't reject the request right away, then?"

Elsa sighed. "Because the form was flawless. The party concept was thoroughly explained, there was no evident harm the Student Council could detect, and even if I don't agree with it, their justification was impeccable. I had no reason to reject it."

"Very well." North leaned back. "I too see no reason to bar it. That is if you, Mr. Frost, and your colleagues agree to follow certain rules."

Jack shrugged. "Yeah, I bet that could be arranged."

"Miss Arendelle, can I count on your help as well?"

The girl let out a long sigh before replying, "Of course, sir."

"Excellent. We shall meet again to discuss the details, but for now, you are both dismissed." North motioned the teens to the door. "And I would appreciate it if you kept this little project a secret for the time being."

"As you wish, sir," Jack said as he got on his feet and followed Elsa out the office. Stopping at the door, he gave the headmaster a two fingers farewell. "Later, North."

Before the door had even fully shut, Elsa was already storming out, and Jack had to rush after her.

"You look pissed," he said as he finally managed to match her pace.

"Do I?" she asked with a contemptuous laugh.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe the fact that you have just unnecessarily increased my week's workload."

Jack raised his hands to appease her. "Okay, in my defense, I didn't do anything. You could've told North no if you were so against it."

"You don't decline a request from the headmaster, Frost," she stated with a snort.

He chuckled. "Why did you forward him the party proposal in the first place?"

She stopped so she could lock eyes with him. "I meant every word I said back there. You guys did some persuasive work in that form."

"Well, yeah! If I'm gonna have to beg for it, that shit better come out a masterpiece."

"You… begged—you know what? I don't even want to know." Elsa shook her head as she resumed her walking.

Following her once more, Jack cleared his throat. "You will be happy to know, Elsa, that I meant every word as well. This is our last year here in school, and we should be making memories before we all have to go our separate ways… Well, that cheesy crap was actually Hiccup's words, but I agree with him wholeheartedly."

"Aw, isn't that sweet of you?" she cooed patronizingly, then she rolled her eyes. "But the party still means a lot of work. And if North himself is making me comply with your schemes this time, you better promise me: no surprises."

He winked at her. "What's life without a surprise or two?"

She glared at him as she stated, "I'm serious, Jack."

He mirrored her expression for a whole minute before caving and grumbling, "Alright, I'll be good. Maybe."

Her expression softened, ice-solid gaze melting as a smile graced her lips.

"Thank you."