Anna looked up at the sound of rapping at the door in time to see it sliding open and Andy peeking inside.

"Knock, knock."

"Andy! Come on in!" She beckoned him with a welcoming arm gesture while quickly tidying up the sea of paperwork scattered around the desk.

After him, Elsa and Astrid followed, the latter giving a short nod in greeting. "Afternoon, Madam President."

"Whoa, a visit from you three at once? To what do I owe the pleasure?" Anna asked, leaning back in her chair and smiling at her mentors. "I thought you guys were supposed to be taking care of seniors stuff this week."

"That's actually why we're here," Elsa clarified, pulling some stapled papers from her overloaded folder and handing it to her sister. "It's an update on the seniors' graduation project."

Anna quickly scanned the document, taking mental note of the highlighted details, and, seeing the signatures on the last page, nodded. "Any issues I should be aware of on that end?"

Elsa shrugged. "Nothing out of the ordinary."

Andy, having made a beeline to the coffee maker, expertly pressed some buttons and soon the scent of freshly ground beans was spreading through the room. "We ran everything by Tooth and the other teachers so there should be no problem."

Anna hummed. "Okay, I'll give it a final check, and then I'll make sure to forward it to the headmaster… as soon as I'm done with all this." She gestured to the mess on her desk.

"Bad time?" Andy asked with an empathetic smile.

"Nah, it's just been a little hectic these past few days."

From the couch, where Astrid sat leaning over the backrest, she asked, "Where are the girls?"

"Running errands." Anna shrugged. "Punz had a meeting with North to talk about renovating the ateliers and Tink was gonna go check the new security system they installed in the computer labs."

Elsa walked around Anna's desk, hands behind her back and eyes running through the visible pages. "Do you need help? We could split—"

"I get that you were conditioned that way, but you don't have to work every time you stop by the Student Council's room, you know," Anna interrupted her sister with a smirk. "Just sit back and relax. Have some coffee if you want."

"Yeah, let me make you a cup, Elsa," Andy added, putting his own beverage down after one long gulp. He wiggled his fingers in the air, going through the options labeled on the machine.

"Is there decaf?" A rather sullen Elsa dragged herself to the corner of the room where she waited, crossed-armed next to him.

"Sure. Astrid, want some too?"

"I'm on painkillers so no, thanks."

Setting the papers down, Anna couldn't help but glance at Astrid's cast, a hint of concern making her squirm in her seat. Carefully not to sound patronizing, she asked, "How's the hand?"

"A huge nuisance."

"I'm sorry about—" Leaves rustled violently and muffled grunts gave Anna pause. Her pen stopped as she focused her ears, trying to figure out where the noises were coming from. "Do you guys hear that?"

"It's coming from outside." Freshly brewed coffee in hands, Elsa headed to the balcony, quietly sliding the doors open in search of the source of all the bustling. "Oh my God!" A hand rushed to cover her mouth as she gasped.

Anna immediately sprung up, heartbeat speeding up and eyes widening in panic. "What? What happened?"

Elsa glowered at the floor below. "What are you doing?"

"Hey, Your Majesty, fancy seeing you here. Are you gonna help or are you just gonna stand there watching us fall to our deaths?"

Approaching the glass pane with Astrid and Andy in tow, Anna recognized the mop of silver hair hanging on the railing and a little further down, a reddened Hiccup struggled to climb up the trellis.

"What the hell are you two doing?!" she mirrored her sister's sentiment in total shock.

"Parkour?" Hiccup wheezed out as Elsa helped pull him onto the balcony.

"Are you out of your goddamn mind?" Andy hissed, breath becoming extremely ragged in a surprisingly short amount of time. One of his hands vigorously rubbed his forehead as if in pain.

Jack shrugged, hands in his pockets and usual carefree demeanor, as he made his way inside. "A little bit, maybe."

Astrid was shaking her head in disbelief. "Why the hell did you two morons climb the fucking balcony?"

"We had to get in but the door was locked," Hiccup explained. Attracted by the warming aroma of roasted coffee in the air, he wobbly dragged his tired feet to the counter.

Anna frowned, staring between the two newcomers suspiciously. She had spent the free period cloistered in the Student Council's room and the key had stayed right there on Tink's desk the whole time. "No, it wasn't. I can confirm that that door has, in fact, been unlocked all day."

Jack, glued to the wall and peeking outside through the window, smirked. "Okay, so maybe the door wasn't locked. And maybe we were on a time crunch and couldn't afford to go around the building just to pay you guys a visit so you know, choices."

"What are you looking at?" Elsa asked, peering over his shoulder down at the garden below.

"Do me a favor, Your Majesty, and see if you can find Snotlout and the football team."

"They're right there."

Jack groaned, dropping his head back and bumping it against the drywall. "Sweet."

She spun around and stared at him with crossed arms and a raised eyebrow. "Care to explain what sort of trouble you've gotten yourselves into now?"

"You're gonna give away our position. Come back in here," he grumbled, tugging her by the arm and trapping her against his chest. Keeping themselves as shadowed by the wall as possible, he peeked outside once more. "Answering your question, let's just say that Hiccup and I may not be on the Hooligans' favorites list right now."

Elsa's eyes closed as she took a deep, calming breath in. Her head drooped forward. "What… did you do?"

Between sips, Hiccup nonchalantly explained, "Nothing, we were just testing out Hiro's new prototype, and you know how it is: there's a reason why good products usually have testing phases."

"What were you testing?" Andy curiously asked.

"Something between a pinata and a balloon… and a Molotov cocktail."

Astrid's head whipped back so she could glare at her boyfriend and before anyone else, she snarled, "You're straight up going into terrorism now, aren't you?"

"Overdramatic much?" Jack rolled his eyes. "It was just a soda bomb. Totally harmless. If you're not a football player with a god complex, that is."

"What's a soda bomb?" Anna asked, quirking up.

"A small container filled with very concentrated, sticky and sweet soda syrup with a built-in timer that can be set to explode once that timer goes off."

"God… Why?" Andy cried, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Hiccup shrugged. "We were just casually playing a game of hot potato with the fun 'if you end up covered in goo you lose' spin—"

"As one does," Elsa mumbled under her breath. With his attention directed to the football team hunting him and Hiccup down, Jack had probably forgotten that he still had his arms tightly wrapped around the girl…

"Hiro was there too, on performance monitoring duty."

Anna grinned. "Not gonna lie, that actually makes you nerds sound kinda cool."

"Please don't encourage them…"

"And we figured the football field would've been spacious and isolated enough not to get anyone hurt if things went wrong. But then the Hooligans showed up and pretty much kicked us out, claiming that the field was their turf and all that." Hiccup waved his arms with exaggerated indignation, threatening to spill coffee all over the carpet.

"And they took our ball," Jack added.

"Right. Did I mention that it was shaped like a football ball? I feel like I should."

"You didn't, and you really should," Andy agreed, closing his eyes in dismay as his brain connected the dots.

"Well, it was," Jack stated. "And as it turns out, the impact sensors Hiro installed were very sensitive. One single kick and kaboom."

"Holy fuck, Jack."

"Listen, nobody messes with Hofferson but us," the silverhead shouted defensively, to which the blonde in question merely scoffed, rolling her eyes.

Hiccup cleared his throat while he ran a hand through his hair, having the decency to look somewhat remorseful. "On the bright side, the prototype works. On the not-so-bright one… it seems like the Hooligans don't appreciate being covered in soda syrup from head to toe very much."

"Shocking," Astrid mocked with a snort.

"Consider yourself avenged, beautiful."

"Thanks."

Jack smirked. "Anyways, Third and I had a feeling that they were kinda mad at us so we bolted."

"Then we hid behind the bushes under your window."

"And you pretty much know what happened next."

A single eyebrow raised, Anna teased, "You almost broke your necks climbing the wall?"

"Not even," Jack laughed. "Those vines you got outside? Surprisingly sturdy. Kudos to Linguini and whatever fertilizer he's giving his plants." Peering outside again, he added, "I think the coast is clear. Third? Time to fly."

"Can't we stay a little while?" Hiccup whined. He raised his arm to showcase his steaming mug. "They have coffee."

"Hold on"—Elsa, noticing what the boys were intending to do, grasped onto her boyfriend's arm, desperation in her eyes.—"Where do you think you're going?"

Jack stopped, one foot inside; the other on the balcony, and chanced an over-the-shoulder look at her. "Shortcut to the robotics room," he said as if it was obvious.

"You are not climbing the trellis again!"

He grinned, squishing her cheeks between his hands and leaning over until their noses touched. "Aw, you're so cute when you worry, Your Majesty."

"Frost…"

"Don't worry, going down is way easier than up."

"Yeah, especially if you fall," Anna grumbled under her breath.

"Isn't there anything more productive you could be doing with your time?" Andy inquired. "Like homework?"

"This is homework," Hiccup argued. "Physics."

"Third! Now!"

"Alright, alright. Sheesh!" Hiccup frustratedly flung his arms in the air. Ignoring the silverhead's impatient foot tapping, he made his way around the couch so he could kiss his girlfriend on the forehead. "Wish me luck, milady."

"Don't get hurt or I'll kill you."

Hiccup winked, glancing down at her cast. "Same goes for you."

"Aw, you guys are so cute," Anna beamed, chin in hands and eyes sparkling with fangirl excitement as she looked from Astrid to Hiccup and back.

"Do I have permission to hurt her?" Astrid deadpanned, staring straight at the eldest Arendelle sister.

"You can't expect me to answer that."

Jack, legs flung over the balustrade, sent one final glower back at his best friend. "Hiccup, I swear to God I will push you down myself."

"I'm coming!" Hiccup shouted back before he too started climbing down the balcony.

Anna waited with held breath, lowered head and tightly shut eyes for the sound of two bodies, one way or another, hitting the floor. "Can I just say their stupidity increases exponentially whenever those two are together?"

Elsa, turning away from the window with a deep crease between her brows, sighed. "You're not wrong, dear sister."

Feeling extremely exhausted all of a sudden, Anna leaned back in her chair. She shook her head while chuckling. "And here I thought dating you and Astrid would make their thought process a little more… for the lack of a better term, practical."

Andy hummed. "Give them another year or two."

"Yeah, try ten!"

"Great, so that dumbassery is gonna keep going for a whole decade?"

Anna perked up at those words, and meeting Andy's eyes and sharing similar sentiments, she grinned.

"So you're okay with dating Hiccup for that long?"

Astrid's eyes widened, heat rising up her neck to her cheeks. Her teeth clenched. "Shut up, Davis."

"Hey, your words, not mine."

"... Shut up, Davis."

The next part of the seniors graduation project was a fundraiser. Setting up checkpoint stands much like the ones they used for the Valentine's Day celebration, it was a fairly simple campaign. It also had the bonus of not requiring any tacky costumes nor over the top decorations, which should help that stage of the project run more smoothly.

"Come on, people!" Jack called from atop the makeshift counter, his hands cupped in front of his mouth to make his voice travel further. "Help your favorite seniors out here!"

Wilbur jumped in front of a group of giggling girls. "Wanna watch us embarrass ourselves in front of the entire school?"

"You even get to choose how!" Hiccup added, waving a mason jar over his head and making the coins inside it clink loudly. He then gestured to the row of similar jars lined on the counter, each with a different quantity of money inside. Taped to the body of each container, there was a piece of paper with a title or a short phrase written on it. "All you gotta do is put a dollar in one of these jars!"

"By the end of the week, we'll count how much money was raised, and the jar with more votes, or in other words, more money inside"—Andy pulled a few coins from his pocket and dropped them on the nearest jar for demonstration,—"will be the winner."

"Don't forget to contribute to the Seniors Mass Humiliation!" Hiro said on the megaphone at the same time as he smashed his keyboard, making music blast off the speakers.

Some curious people lingered nearby and the boys spread their radius of influence, approaching the underclassmen with all charm and soft-spoken words like damn MLM sellers.

"Hey there, lads. Working hard or hardly working?" Violet appeared with Elsa in tow, both of them bringing bags of soda cans in their arms.

Jack immediately plopped down on the counter, dangling his legs like a snotty little schoolboy as the girls reached the booth.

"Are those for us?" Wilbur asked, already unloading the bags from the girls.

"We figured you guys could use some refreshments."

"Ah, you're a goddess, Elsa." Wilbur winked, grinning.

"William…"

Probably sensing the blood starting to boil in his veins, Elsa put a hand on his knee, warm and soothing, and when she looked at him, she had an eyebrow raised and her eyes glistened with amusement. "How kind."

"Looks like putting all of you dweebs in one big booth is paying off," Violet said as she went through all the jars, nodding appreciatively at the sums inside. "You guys pack a good crowd."

"Yeah, people are voting," Hiccup said, popping his can open and tossing another one to Hiro behind the counter.

"Any promising options?"

"There's a lot of votes for a musical," Jack replied with a scowl. "And I have no idea why it wasn't vetoed before, but it will be a nightmare to pull off if it gets picked."

"Aw, don't be so hard on yourself, Frosty. You have pretty nice pipes." Smirking, Wilbur went for a pinch to the silverhead's cheek and immediately got his hand swatted away.

"Not my main concern at all, dipshit."

"A musical would be kinda cool if you think about it," Violet argued. She had her lips glued to the rim of the soda can and her eyes stared straight at Elsa. "We do have a few hidden gems in our class."

"... What are you looking at me for?" the blonde asked with furrowed brows.

"Just that it would be a delight to hear you singing again."

Hiro nodded. "True. Elsa has the voice of an angel."

"Shut up."

Hiccup tilted his head, glancing back at the dark-haired boy. "How'd you figure?"

Hiro shrugged. "She sang in the choir back in elementary school. Second grade, maybe?"

"Oh, yeah, rings a bell." Andy agreed. "Guess it was before y'all enrolled, wasn't it?"

"That was a long time ago," Elsa groaned, burying her face in her hands. Her cheeks started to go flush. "Completely irrelevant to the present moment."

Jack leaned back on his hands, casting his girlfriend a knowing look. "Once a singer, always a singer."

"Says who?" she snorted with her arms crossed.

"Me."

She rolled her eyes.

"You know, you two should sing a duet," Andy suggested, smirking at the couple.

"Oh, we could totally sell that," Violet added.

Hiccup asked, "Is it too late to set up a new jar?"

"I never said I was singing!"

"Come on, Elsa, it's for charity!" Wilbur encouraged.

Growing exasperated, she threw an accusing glare in Jack's direction. "Aren't you gonna say anything?"

He shrugged. "I'm game if you are."

"Okay, I'm making it official," Hiro said, sticking an addendum to the 'musical' jar, highlighting a Jack Frost and Elsa Arendelle duet number. He then slid it across the counter. "You're welcome."

"That's not how it works; there's a protocol to be followed," Elsa chastised, though her words affected no one.

Jack pulled out his wallet and dropped a dollar bill inside the jar. Following his lead, the rest of the team also started pulling out their spare change.

"Come on, like your sister is gonna veto it," Hiro mocked. "Or North for that matter."

Violet hummed. "She's gonna be on the first row."

"They both are," Andy added.

"This is ridiculous."

"I mean, did you expect anything else from us?"

Elsa kept shaking her head, disgruntled. She smoothed the front of her jacket, back to being all haughty and poised again. "I'm leaving."

Andy smirked. "Don't worry, we'll keep you posted."

"Just get back to work," she hissed, eyeing each and every one of the others with dangerously narrowed eyes.

"You heard the lady," Andy sighed as he went through some basic stretches, rotating his neck and relaxing his shoulders for another round of campaigning. "Back to work we go."

On the megaphone, Hiccup's nasally voice screeched, "Gather around everyone and help us raise money for the local pediatric hospital!"

Sighing, Jack plopped off the counter, hands on his hips as he looked around for his next prey. "Hey, you!

"Wanna see us pulling off an entire musical production in thirty days or less?"

Astrid and Andy were together when two hooded shapes clad in all black caught their attention. They moved in the shadow, pressed firmly against the walls, moving stealthily and most likely up to no good. They hunched over slightly, ears alert and eyes checking their surroundings every three seconds.

"The hell are they doing now?"

Andy shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine."

They approached the no-gooders.

Andy, with his hands casually placed in his pockets and shoulders rolled back, asked, "Ninjas or spies?"

The pair jumped, startled and one of them slowly turned their head. "Neither," the voice of one Hiccup Haddock said. "We're kidnapping Hiro."

"I… regret asking."

"Do you know where he is?" Jack asked, glancing at the other boy over the rim of his sunglasses.

"I do not. And I refuse to say anything else for fear of being charged with accessory to a federal crime."

"Don't worry, that's what the disguises are for. So even if there are witnesses around, no one can frame us."

"Those are not good disguises," Astrid grumbled, deadpan.

"Well, we had to make do with what we had."

"Of course." Andy sighed, one hand running through his rustled hair with growing frustration. "Why don't you two just… carry on with your… game? And we'll go somewhere else. Far away from here. So far we can't be accounted for whatever you do next. Right, Astrid?"

"Sure."

And so they did, walking back to their original path just as the two spy/ninjas swiftly moved to the next shadow.

"Do you know what that was about?" Astrid asked when they turned on a corner.

Andy let out a grunt. "They are kidnapping Hiro."

"Yeah, but why?"

"I don't know. Practicing their ransom note writing skills?"

"... I was gonna make a joke about it, but I can see that actually being the case."

Some people thought scavenging old electronics for still usable parts was beneath them. Not Hiro. He rather enjoyed the hustle. Only a mind truly innovative could see potential in what looked at first glance like trash. And his mind was that kind of mind, at least when it came to technology. Humans or emotions? Not so much. So despite all the dramatic whining he did, gathering discarded equipment for the robotics club experiments was one of the tasks he didn't mind taking over when he assumed presidency.

On that specific Thursday afternoon, he had gone to Pine to retrieve half a dozen or so crusty 90s Mac computers, sourced through some 'garbage sale' probably, and was then on his way back to the club room the proud carrier of ownership slips for said 90s Mac computers.

Mind already distracted taking apart the devices, he was startled when something pushed him back by the arms and some sort of black sack was shoved over his head. His papers scattered on the floor. The rough fabric of the hook scratched his face.

"What the—"

Panic filled his core as his overstimulated remaining senses tried to comprehend the situation. He tried to struggle against his unknown assailants, but whoever they were, their grip was tight. Disorientation offset his balance, making him an even easier prey. He was pushed and shoved for what felt like miles, then made to stumble past a half-closed door. They made him sit and his wrists were tied around the backrest of a chair. The sack was pulled from his head just to be replaced by a white light aimed straight at his face.

He squinted, but the sudden brightness was too harsh on his eyes for him to see anything.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hamada," a digitally altered voice said from someplace in front of him.

Hiro blinked several times, trying to adjust his sight. A bit blurry still, he managed to identify two dark silhouettes behind a teacher's desk. One of the humanoid shadows was sitting while the other stood leaning over the table. They both wore masks that anonymized their faces.

"Who the fuck you think you are?" the boy snarled.

"I believe you know what you were brought here for," came a second modulated voice, and the desk lamp was thrust forth until it bumped his nose.

Hiro saw spots. "I don't. And get that stupid light off my face or I'm gonna shove it up your ass, you son of a bitch."

A robotic chuckle and the light was pulled back just enough to minimally lessen the strain in his eyes. "A bold threat to make when you're the one who's tied up."

"Yeah, what's with that?" Hiro snarled.

"We had to keep you contained somehow, didn't we?"

"Like I'm some sort of wild animal with rabies?"

"If you wanna call yourself that." The one sitting leaned back on the chair's hind legs.

Conveying all the menace he could muster in his state, Hiro leaned forward as much as his restraints allowed him to. "What do you want, creep?"

"Mr. Hamada, as you are well aware, there's a very important day coming up," said the one standing.

"Earth day?" he guessed half-heartedly.

"Probably, but not the day we were referring to."

"Would you mind taking that stupid mask off, Haddock? You too, Frost." He gestured to the lamp with his chin. "And turn that stupid light off already."

Hiro's kidnappers exchanged glances between them, and after a moment of silent conversation, one of them shrugged.

"Fine." A final huff and the mask came off, unsurprisingly revealing the displeased face of one Jackson Overland Frost. "Ruin our fun, why don't you?"

"Aw, already?"

Hiro's head jerked back at the familiar female voice.

"And we didn't even get to the good part," Violet whined as the desk lamp was turned off and the room's lights were turned on. Next to the girl, stood Wilbur with his hand on the light switch.

"Great," Hiro grumbled. "So you were all in on this?"

Wilbur shrugged, nonchalant. "Well, it's not every day one of your friends announces that he's going to kidnap another one of your friends."

Hiro's eyes darted around the room. "Care to explain what this is all about?"

"So you know Seniors Ditch Day is coming up—"

"Considering that my email was added to the same calendar as the rest of our class, I would say that yes, Hiccup, I'm aware."

"Stop trying to be cute, Hiro," Jack said, fake smile plastered on his lips.

Hiccup cleared his throat. "Anyways. We were wondering if you could schedule a fire drill for that day."

"Let me get this straight: You kidnapped me; tied me to a chair; burned my eyes with that stupid light; stopped me from running my errands as the heads of the robotics club; delayed my already packed schedule just so you could ask me to hack into the school's servers, which I'm pretty sure could get us expelled… because you wanted to conduct a fucking fire drill?"

With his eyes narrowed, Jack asked, "Can you do it or not?"

Hiro threw his head back and let out a condescending laugh. "Of course I can do it, I'm just putting it all out there so you can hear how stupid it sounds."

"Sorry about that, bud," Wilbur sheepishly said. "We figured it would be fun to spice things up a bit."

"My wrists are totally feeling the fun."

"How soon can you start working on it?"

"As soon as you untie me, motherfucker."

"Right." Wilbur proceeded to cut the zip tie around the other boy's wrists.

"Also, I'm gonna need someone to cover for me while I'm working. As mentioned before, I have a lot of club duties on my plate."

"Sure, we can help with those," Hiccup agreed all too happy to be of assistance.

"And I feel like I should remind you, Frost: even if I do this, doesn't mean Elsa will magically change her mind just because she's literally obligated to leave school grounds for fifteen minutes."

Jack shrugged, unfazed. "Yeah, you do your part, Hiro, and I'll make sure to do mine."

"As you wish." Freed, Hiro got up, rubbing his sore wrists with a deep scowl on his face.

"Thanks, buddy. I knew you wouldn't let me down."

"Next time, let's try talking first, okay? And leave the kidnapping as a last resort, shall we?"