Student Council work was hard work, and its training was in no way any less of a hassle. Not that Anna was complaining; she knew what she was getting into when she decided to apply for the gig. She just hoped the transition would be more gradual...

Anna, along with Rapunzel and Tinkerbell had broken precedent ever since the election results were first announced: They were the first all-female Council in the Academy's history. And their mentors were dead-set on preparing them to bring more and more positive changes to the school during their tenure. Every day ended with Anna feeling light-headed by the sheer amount of information pounded into her skull. She was pretty sure she'd drown if she allowed herself to feel overwhelmed for even a second, so she did her best not to. Instead of freaking out, Anna carefully listened as Elsa shifted between spreadsheets, pointing at numbers that were probably important for one thing or another but she had no idea what it was.

"And that's pretty much all you need to keep your eyes on," Elsa said. "Make sure to give everything a final check before sending a copy to Headmaster North. Although, if avoidable, the same person should not do the first and last checks."

Anna nodded, then turned the monitor screen to the girl sitting next to her. "Wanna do the honors, Tink?"

"Sure…" Tinkerbell grumbled as she started comparing the numbers. "How often did you say we had to update these?"

"Ideally, every month," Elsa explained.

"But like, life happens," Andy added, "so no one will blame you if you delay a report or two."

Anna chuckled. "Good to know."

"Try not to make a habit of it, though," Elsa warned, narrowing her eyes.

"Wouldn't it be easier if we just asked everyone to upload their logs to the cloud or something?" Tink mumbled.

"We actually talked about doing something like that but never got the chance to try it out," Astrid admitted.

"Always a fire to put out somewhere," Andy added, shaking his head. "But hey, if you think you can make it happen, go for it."

"Cool." Tink Frowned, the cogs already turning inside her head. "...How do we do that exactly?"

Elsa hummed. "We'd need a smaller scale trial to assess if the synchronizing really speeds up the work or not."

"Maybe test it out with the Student Council archives first," Andy suggested.

"Pros and Cons list is a given," Astrid added. "If you're gonna propose a change that affects the whole school, you gotta have the data to back it up."

"Writing down guidelines would be a bit more tricky. Predict user error and whatnot."

"Agreed—" Elsa said, nodding, and that was when she seemed to notice the younger girls watching in awe as the seniors' conversation unraveled. Her next topic died on her lips, and she cleared her throat. "And I think we're talking way out of line here."

Tink laughed. "It's kinda funny l to watch you guys in sync like that."

"We've been on the job for far too long," Andy mumbled with a sigh.

Anna shrugged. "I mean, yall want your seats back? 'Cause, that could probably be arranged."

"Hell no," Astrid scoffed. "No offense, but I am so done with—"

The double doors slammed open, interrupting the rest of the blonde's words, and a frantic Rapunzel stumbled inside.

"Hey, uh, there's…" Rapunzel was out of breath, and whatever she found outside had rendered her unable to form coherent sentences. "A-a thing... going on... outside."

A moment of silence stretched itself as the girl's announcement sank in. And then, Elsa sighed, closing her eyes tightly. "Of course there is."

"I'm gonna kill them," Astrid groaned, throwing her head back.

"Now would probably be the time," Andy said, "seeing as we're not bound to reinforcing the rules anymore."

"Great. Just what I wanted to hear."

Anna smirked as she looked at the disgruntled faces of the three former Student Council members. "Are we talking about what I think we're talking about?"

"Whatever do you mean, sister of mine?" Elsa said with a chastising tone.

"What are we talking about?" Tinkerbell asked.

"Well, ladies..." Elsa got on her feet and looked decidedly at the younger trio. "I hope you're ready to deal with your first Student Council crisis."

Of course, there was a party going on outside. Whenever they could hear unexplainable music playing somewhere, it was because there was a clandestine party going on, and that day was no exception. Astrid should've known better.

The music led them to the gardens, to an absurd explosion of colors, sounds, and people. Banners hung from trees, tents for foods and games had been set up at uneven intervals on the grass, medieval ballads played from speakers hidden between bushes, and students paraded around in Middle Age attire like that was just another day in the Academy.

"What the—" Tink stopped right before the cuss word could leave her mouth.

"What indeed…" Elsa mumbled under her breath.

Andy rubbed his eyelids tiredly. "Okay, here's what we're gonna do: Astrid, you take Rapunzel and TInk that way." He gestured to the right side of the tents first, then to the left. "And we'll go this way." Andy's eyes narrowed. "Hunt those morons down."

Astrid nodded, turning on her heels, and the two other girls followed close by. The sound of citoles was making her desperately want to kick something. Or someone.

"So what are we doing?" Tink asked, trying to keep up with their team leader's pace.

"Whenever some unofficial school event is going on, there's a fucking high chance that a specific set of idiots is behind it, so we gotta find them," Astrid grumbled, eyes darting around in search of any of said idiots.

Tinkerbell snorted. "Noted."

It didn't take long for Astrid to come to a sudden halt. She spotted Hiccup and Hiro together, both of them dressed up like knockoff Game of Thrones characters, and she marched in their direction. Fist clenched and eyes glued to her targets, she announced, "Mark those faces, girls, 'cause they're your damn problem now."

"... Isn't that your boyfriend?" Rapunzel asked warily.

"Unfortunately."

Hiccup must have sensed the waves of rage she was emanating because he turned around right before she could close her fingers around his neck.

"Oh, hey, babe," he greeted, completely unaware of her near-strangulation attempt. "You came!"

"Don't babe me," Astrid grumbled, and gesturing to the rest of the area with both arms, she snarled, "The fuck is this?"

"It's a Renaissance fair!"

She rolled her eyes. "I can see that, dipshit. What I wanna know is how the hell you pulled a whole fucking fair out of your ass!"

Hiccup stuttered beginnings of what she could only assume were rehearsed excuses, and next to him, Hiro hissed, "Jesus, Hofferson, will you chill out? You're not even in charge anymore."

"So what, should I just sit back and watch the world go down in flames?" Astrid snarled, crossing her arms.

Hiro shrugged. "I honestly don't see why you're not doing that already."

"Moral compass maybe?" Astrid suggested with an arched eyebrow.

"Bullshit. I bet you just like ordering people around."

"I mean—"

"Finish that sentence if you dare, Haddock."

Hiccup snapped his mouth shut, shoulders sagging and eyes darting to his shoes like a puppy that had just been scolded by its master.

"Anyway." Astrid snapped her fingers, motioning for the other girls to step forth. "The boy genius is right. It's not my call to make."

Behind the senior's back, Tinkerbell and Rapunzel exchanged doubtful glances.

"I'm guessing we have to stop the party then?" Rapunzel wondered apprehensively.

"Not really," Hiccup said with a stupid grin on his face.

Astrid took a threatening step in her boyfriend's direction. "Do you want me to punch you, asshole?"

"Uh, Hiro? A little help here…" Hiccup cried, throwing frantic glances at the other guy.

With a loud sigh, Hiro pulled a scroll from his fur cape and brandished it in front of Astrid's nose.

"Get that thing outta my face, shithead—"

"What's that?" Tink asked curiously.

"Our hall pass," Hiro replied, unrolling the paper.

Rapunzel frowned. "...Your what?"

"Documented proof that North greenlighted our little outdoor event as long as everything is back to normal before seven."

Tinkerbell snorted and leaned forward to check the paper. "Are you saying that the headmaster signed that piece of—oh, shit. He really did."

Astrid threw her arms in the air, glaring at the sky. "Unbelievable."

"Did that convince you guys to join the fun?" Hiccup asked.

"It convinced me to not cause irreparable damage to your face."

"Eh, good enough." He offered his girlfriend his arm, but she just slapped it away with a growl. Rolling his eyes, he then turned to the younger girls and smiled. "Hey, there, nice to officially meet you two. This is Hiro, and I'm Hiccup, your neighborhood dragon tamer. Please allow us to give you Mademoiselles the grand tour."

"I'm not sure about that…" Rapunzel looked at Astrid for confirmation, to which the latter simply shrugged in response.

"See? Everything is a-okay!" Hiccup rubbed his hands together as he gestured for the group to follow him. "Now if you look over there, you will find what we nicknamed the Narnia Wardrobe, where you can find proper period attire to change into."

"Did you hear that, Tink? Costumes!" Rapunzel beamed, tugging on the other girl's arm.

"Wait, we can't—"

"I'd hurry before all the good costumes are gone," Hiro advised with nonchalance.

"Let's go! Let's go!"

Unable to do much other than being dragged by her enthusiastic friend, Tink and Rapunzel quickly disappeared inside the tent, and Hiccup turned to Astrid with a grin splattered across his face.

"What about you, m'lady?" he asked. "Personally, I think costumes are essential to the fair experience—"

"In your dreams, nerd," Astrid snarled, cracking her knuckles threateningly.

"... Got it."

The first one Andy and his team found was Violet. In accordance with the medieval ambiance, the girl wore a red gown as she advertised candy apples to passersby with the enthusiasm of a dying cicada.

"You know candy apples are a twentieth-century thing, right?" Andy said as they reached the stall.

Violet waved her half-eaten candy in greeting and smirked at him. "So is polyester, but you don't see people tearing their clothes up for the sanctity of historical accuracy, do you?"

"Touché."

"Can I still offer you some apples?" Violet pushed a tray full of the treats across the counter.

"I believe we're more interested in knowing what in the name of God is going on here," Elsa replied.

Violet shrugged. "Yeah, I'm gonna let someone else handle that one." She pulled a small radio from under the table and spoke into it. "Yo, Frosty, I need you here in my sector."

Soon after, came his reply, "Aw, miss me already?"

Violet rolled her eyes. "The Student Council is here. And they want answers."

"On my way. Keep 'em entertained."

She put the radio back and took another bite of her apple as she looked at the trio. "So how's mentoring going?"

Andy crossed his arms. "You know, it was going pretty okay until we found out there was a fucking King Arthur's Round Table reenactment going on outside."

"Tacky, right? I thought so too," Violet said with a snort.

"That's not really the point, Violet," Elsa mumbled with a sigh.

"I voted against it, but I was outnumbered."

"Again, not the point—"

"Hey, Student Council!" Jack's voice reached them, and when they turned, the dude was dressed like a stupid jester with the color-blocked outfit and the little bells in his hat dangling every time he swished his head around. "I was told you were looking for me?"

"Technically, not what I said, you attention whore," Violet scoffed under her breath.

Ignoring his friend's complaints, Andy put a hand on Anna's shoulder, and as the silverhead approached, gently asked, "Would you like to lead this one, Anna?"

Anna's eyes widened, and she froze in sudden panic. "Who? Me?"

"You are the new president," Elsa insisted.

"Yeah, but aren't I still in training?"

"What would be better training than first-hand experience?"

Anna huffed, her closed fists pressed against the sides of her body. She dragged herself forward still grumbling her protests as she stopped right in front of Jack's smug face.

"Are you done with your little briefing?" he asked, arching an eyebrow up with amusement.

"I guess…"

Jack shifted his weight and folded his hands on the back of his neck. "So how does it feel to be the second of the Arendelle dynasty to rise to the throne?"

"Technically, our dad was also the president back in his day."

"Why does that not surprise me?" Jack snorted.

"Leadership runs in the family," Andy said.

"So it seems," Elsa agreed, and Andy couldn't help but notice the hint of pride in the girl's voice.

"Yep. Totally," Anna grumbled, eyebrows knitting together with disgruntlement. "So… uh, nice operation you got running here."

"It's a Renaissance Faire."

Anna bit her lip, but the corner of her mouth still turned upwards slightly. "Okay... But why?"

"Because I'm surrounded by nerds," Jack grumbled, rolling his eyes. Before Anna could argue, he continued, "And not to worry your precious little brain, princess, we're pretty much on the clear with the Council bureaucracy."

"Great! Enjoy your party then!" Anna turned on her heels, ready to leave the issue behind when her sister gave her a stern glare.

"He's lying, Anna," Elsa said.

Jack gasped. "I am not! And it hurts that you think so little of me, Your Majesty!"

Elsa laughed, flicking her hair over her shoulder. "Then explain how on earth you got your stupid plans approved without our knowledge this time."

"Well, let's just say that I've been hanging out with the top dog quite a lot lately."

Andy's eyes twitched. He opened his mouth, but the words were delayed by his momentary confusion. "... Are you saying that you talked to North directly?"

Jack shrugged. "You guys were busy."

"Try to make it sound like a nice gesture all you want, Frost, "Elsa said with a sigh, "you're still going behind our backs to cause mayhem."

The silverhead winked. "You know me. Better ask for forgiveness than for permission."

"Please. You don't feel the least sorry about it," Elsa countered.

Jack grinned wider like the cat who got the mouse. "Anyhow, was my word enough, or do you still need to see North's signature to be convinced? Because we have that one somewhere as well—"

"No, your word will do, jackass," Andy grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Anna frowned. "Why do I feel like I've just been duped?"

"Better get used to it," Elsa said.

"That's—" As Anna turned to face her sister, she gasped. "Merida?"

The girl in question stopped in her tracks and looked back at them. She repositioned the box she carried against her hip and nodded in greeting. "Oh, hey, Anna."

With her mouth agape, Anna circled the other girl, fussing with the latter's outfit wordlessly.

"Yeah, they made me wear a dress," Merida added with a scowl.

"You look so cute though!" Anna gushed. "Where did you get it? Wait, oh my god, you knew—how—when—WHY THE HELL DID YOU NOT TELL ME?"

Anna's volume gradually increased, and, rolling her eyes, Merida resumed down her original path. To the seniors' surprise, Anna followed after her friend, not slowing the stream of questions down for even a moment. They watched the girls disappearing, but Anna was seemingly done with her presidential duties and saw no reason to return.

"... And we lost Anna," Andy mumbled.

"Where did you even get all this stuff?" Elsa asked, encompassing her surroundings with her hands.

"Perks of being an honorary member of the Drama Club," Violet explained. "Why don't you guys relax and just enjoy the fair?"

"I could show you around," Jack suggested with a bow.

"Hm. I think I'll stay here with Violet," Andy answered as he made his way to the vacant seat next to the girl. "But you should still go, Elsa."

The blonde pursed her lips, visibly discontent, but then threw his arms up and sighed. "Oh, why the hell not?" Turning to Jack and flickering one of the bells on his hat, Elsa added, "Lead the way, fool."

He rolled his eyes. "You're hilarious, Elsa."

"Why, thank you, Jack," Elsa replied with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

"You know, it's not as fun when you do it," Jack grumbled, and as the bantering continued deeper into the fair, Violet turned to poke Andy in the chest.

"You did that on purpose!" the girl shouted.

"What?! I thought you wanted to see them together..."

So Hiro and Wilbur were busy in genius land, and as it turned out, even after retiring, the former Student Council's assistance was still required in their headquarters from time to time. Thus, even though it was a town visit day and the gang had agreed to kill some time together, Hiccup, along with Jack and Violet had to wait for the others with nothing to do but to stare at the gunk that accumulated on the side of the street.

Violet popped another bubblegum bubble, and Jack groaned, smacking his head against the gate's metal bars.

"Will you knock it off?" he snarled.

And just to spite him, Violet blew another bubble, popping it with great enjoyment.

Jack's eyes narrowed. "I'm gonna make you swallow that."

"That's what he said," Violet said with a smirk.

Hiccup choked on his own spit, and he hunched forward trying to normalize his breathing.

"Here, Hiccup, have some gum," the girl said, offering him a package of the candy.

He laughed, and he and Violet continued to chew the gum conspiratorially, making the scowl on the silverhead's face deepen with every new pop.

"Go to hell, both of you," Jack grumbled.

Still smirking, Violet leaned back and crossed her arms. "So when are you asking Elsa out?"

"When am I doing what now?" Jack hissed in disbelief.

"Come on, dude." Hiccup nudged the other guy with an arched eyebrow. "We can all see the way you look at her."

"Like she's an actual human being with emotions and not a soul-less dictator who doesn't know the meaning of the word fun? Yeah, it was a surprise for me as well."

"You flirt with her constantly," Violet pressed.

"I flirt with you and Hiccup, doesn't mean I wanna make out with either of you—"

"Jesus Fucking Christ," Hiccup grumbled.

"Don't be a prude now, Third."

Violet narrowed her eyes. "I'm serious, Frost."

Jack sighed, dropping his head back and staring at the clouds. "Look, I won't deny that I make bad choices on occasion. But even I know that Elsa and I together would be the most terrible, godawful, brainless mistake I could ever make."

Violet huffed, "You're not even gonna try then?"

"I don't think it's worth the trouble," Jack said with a shrug.

Hiccup frowned. He continued to stare at his best friend, but the latter's expression didn't give much away. Jack looked like his usual nonchalant bastard self, and it really made Hiccup want to punch his nose.

"You don't mean that," Hiccup mumbled.

"I kinda do. And you know what? This conversation is—" Jack's voice died as his eyes focused on something behind them.

A chill ran down Hiccup's spine. He knew what was coming even before he turned around. Unsurprisingly, the Student Council team had arrived, and from the mixed looks on their faces—annoyance, puzzlement, concern—, they had been there for a while…

"Ready to go?" Andy asked with his hands on his hips.

"Born ready." Jack pushed himself to stand and commenced the walk to the bus stop.

Andy and Elsa followed after, leaving Astrid to glare daggers at the remaining pair.

"... Are you gonna say anything?" Hiccup asked, already preparing himself for a scolding and possibly an injured limb or two.

"Do I have to?" Astrid shot back with a snort.

"Yeah, yeah, we screwed up, we get it," Violet grumbled.

"So what now?"