Jack stifled a yawn, blinking a couple of times to unblur his sleepy eyes. Waiting by the dorm doors, he stared at specs of dust dancing in the air. Whenever sunlight hit them, they sparkled, which was fascinating to his semi-awake mind. He must've been so enthralled by the spectacle that he didn't even notice the doors opening, much less the beautiful girl that came outside. At least, not until she spoke.

"What on earth are you doing just standing there?"

The boy looked up, slightly disoriented. Finding her staring back at him, amusement glistening in her eyes, he smiled. "Morning, Your Majesty. I was waiting for you."

"You were?"

"Mmhmm."

He pushed himself off the wall to join her. Just like any other day, Elsa was impeccably dressed in her school uniform. But no matter how cute she looked wearing it, that outfit simply wouldn't do for what he had planned for the day.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready for your fabulous day out?" she asked, hands on her hips and skepticism in her eyes.

He raised an eyebrow at her. "Shouldn't you?"

"I've told you a million times, Frost: I'm not going."

"But it's our official ditch day! You have absolutely no excuse not to come."

Elsa huffed as she started making her way to the refectory. "Technically, it's a school day, and guess what? You're supposed to go to classes on school days."

He jogged to keep up with her pace. "Yeah, on normal school days," he refuted as he held the door open for her. "Come on, Elsa, not even the teachers are expecting us to show up to class."

"Then I suppose I will have a rather quiet private tutoring session."

"So you're gonna tell me you're not even the slightest bit curious about what we're doing today?"

Elsa sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. "I have to stay," she said simply.

Jack gritted his teeth, frustrated. Not to tip her off, he casually pulled his phone out and typed a quick message on his secret group chat. "I get it. I don't like it, but I get it. I think."

"Thank you."

"Doesn't mean I have to agree with you."

"Yes, well, nobody said you had to—"

Just in time, the alarms went off, interrupting whatever else the girl had to say. Her hands rushed to cover her ears. She scowled.

"Oh, would you look at that?" Jack had to raise his voice to be heard. He looked up at the sensors high up the walls, shock written all over his face. "Must be a fire drill."

"There's no fire drill scheduled—"

"Come on, Your Majesty, we gotta go." Not giving her time to protest, Jack took her hand and started leading her back outside.

"That's not the way to the gathering point." Elsa tried to free herself, but Jack wouldn't let go that easily.

"It's the way to one gathering point," he mumbled under his breath. For her ears, he claimed, "You and I know this fire drill is a sham."

"Wow. I didn't think you'd openly admit that."

He checked his phone and hissed out a curse. "Sorry, there's no time to come up with an elaborate excuse so the truth will have to do."

"Don't let me hold back—"

"Oh, for God's sake, Elsa. Will you shut up and come with me already?" Exasperated, he bent forward so he could grab her legs and hoist her over his shoulder. Once her middle was securely locked in place, he started stomping across the grass to the parking lot.

"FROST!" Her fists grasped the back of his jacket. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

Nonchalantly, he nodded in greeting at the kids gawking at him and Elsa. "Shush, Elsa. You're making a scene."

"YOU'RE MAKING A SCENE, YOU IDIOT!" She pushed him, trying to put space between their bodies, and he had to hold her tighter not to risk an accidental fall.

"Do you want me to drop you?" he snarled.

"I want you to PUT ME DOWN."

"Only if you promise to come with me like a good girl."

Elsa snorted. "Put me down. Right now."

He huffed through his nose loudly. Against his better judgment, he gently lowered her until her feet touched the ground.

"Let me be real with you, Elsa," he said softly. Averting her eyes, he took one of her hands. "This is one of the last chances we've got to spend with everybody. It's easy to say that we'll be best friends for life and all that, but who knows what'll happen after graduation? When we're not at each other's throats 24/7 anymore?"

His forehead touched hers. His eyes closed, and they were quiet for a moment with only the fire alarm still blaring in the background.

"Frost..." Her voice was weak, conflicted.

"One day, Your Majesty. It's all I'm asking."

He felt her taking a long breath in and then out, and he braced himself for the worst. Hoarsely, he whispered, "Please? It won't be the same without you."

She suddenly pulled back, and when he opened his eyes, he saw her frowning at him with pursed lips.

"Okay," she tersely mumbled.

Jack bit back a grin and had to fight the urge to spin her in the air with glee. Placing his hands on both sides of her jaw, he planted a soft peck on her lips. "You're the best, Elsa."

"... Let's go before I change my mind."

His fingers played with a gum wrapper inside his pocket as he kept alternating between anxiously watching out for the next bus and glancing back at the school for any signs of trouble. Faintly, they could still hear the fire alarm going. Hiccup looked around, checking his friends' behavior. Some looked excited, some were impatient; none of them looked like apprehension was eating up their insides, which did little to appease his own struggles.

"You think it went well?" he mumbled to no one in particular.

Hiro looked up from his phone, boredom in his eyes. "I did exactly what Frost wanted me to do."

"Yeah, that doesn't really answer my question."

"Everyone's been busy lately," Andy said with a shrug. "Hopefully, they'll think they collectively forgot about the fire drill and our misdeeds will go unnoticed."

"If we can get Elsa onboard, it'll be a lot easier to get away with it," Violet added.

Wilbur hummed, scratching his chin in thought. "What are the odds on that? I mean, are we really expecting Jack to succeed?"

"Glad to know you have that much faith in me, William."

Unbeknownst to them, Elsa and Jack had arrived, and the latter glared at the dark-haired boy with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Oh, hey!" Wilbur grinned, innocently. He nodded toward Elsa. "I see Operation Kidnapping: Part 2 went well."

"Of course it did. Asshole."

"Where's the rest of the class?" asked Elsa.

"Already en route," Hiro explained. "We only stayed back because we were waiting on you two."

"Is that so?" Elsa nodded with furrowed eyebrows, taking in that bit of information.

Shifting his weight between his feet, Hiccup chanced a sheepish smile at her. "How was the fire drill?"

"Don't push it, Hiccup—" Elsa's words died in her mouth as her eyes darted to the back of the group. More specifically, to the little quartet hiding behind the boys. Sadly for them, the more they tried not to be noticed, the more suspicious they looked. "Anna?"

Anna immediately jumped up and awkwardly waved one arm in the air. "Hi, Elsa!"

"Oof. Arendelle sisterly drama coming up," Hiro muttered just to have Violet sternly elbowing him in the stomach.

Ignoring the others, Elsa continued, staring straight at her sister, "What on earth are you doing out of school?"

"Funny story." Anna laughed but the sound was tense amidst the silence. As an attempt to allot Elsa's wrath, she eagerly gestured to the rest of the new Student Council trio, plus Merida. "We had an opening in our schedule, so we're coming too!"

"You're not even seniors."

"Somebody has to keep you guys in check," Tinkerbell stated with a shrug.

"Not you, Elsa! Obviously." Rapunzel amended, cheeks flushing and eyes widening in alarm. "But like, considering this year's senior class, other people may need a closer watch."

Hiccup conceded with a silently nod. He couldn't be offended when they purely spoke the truth.

"Y-yeah!" Anna frantically looked back and forth between Elsa and the other girls. "You could say we're here on official Student Council duty."

"Merida isn't a member of the Student Council."

"I have a dentist appointment," Merida notified, waving a piece of paper in the air. "Mother signed my permission slip and all."

"Please tell me you didn't forge your mother's signature."

"I didn't."

"Merida—"

"Stop trying to scare the hatchlings, Your Majesty," Jack cut the girl off with a hand on her upper arm. With his back turned to the rest of the group, he seemed to be communicating something more with his eyes than the rest of them could read. "I invited them."

"Color me surprised," she scoffed.

"Aren't you the one always saying how great of a job the girls are doing and that they deserve a break too?" Andy reasoned as he calmly put himself between Elsa and the younger girls.

"Don't you dare use my words against me, Andrew."

"Relax, Elsa. It's just one day," Astrid said with a shrug.

Stepping forth to join the wall of defense, Hiccup added, "And we totally have Tooth covering for us."

"You have got to stop using Tooth as your scapegoat!"

"Hey, she offered this time!" Jack protested indignantly.

"That changes nothing."

"Your day would be a lot better if you just didn't stress about it, Elsa," Violet said as she boredly checked her nails. She looked up at Elsa. "It's done. What are you gonna do about it? Nag at them until they change their minds and go back to school? Like that's gonna happen."

Andy bit down his smirk. "She has a point."

Elsa closed her eyes, lips tightly pressed together, and sighed. "Fine. I won't mention it anymore. Whatever happens, is not my problem."

"Like you're fooling anyone," Violet mocked. "We all know you're gonna be the first to worry when shit hits the fan."

"Shit is not hitting the fan," Jack stated, deadpan. "Today is gonna be a day of innocent unadulterated fun. And if any of you screws this up for me, I will hunt you and your motherfucking lineage down. That includes you hatchlings as well."

"Great!" Hiccup clasped his hands together, exuberating feigned joy in an attempt to mask his best friend's sour threat. "Look at us, all the gang united!"

"And just in time too." Hiro stood up, stretching his arm to signal the arriving bus as the rest of the group proceeded to form a loose line behind him.

Over the rumbling engine, Jack's voice could be heard shouting, "All aboard the Senior Express for a day you will never forget!"

The bus felt too small for the amount of teens huddled together at the front. At some point, Jack noticed Hiccup's lack of participation in the conversation and turned to find his friend's gaze intently locked somewhere at the back.

"What's up, Third?" he asked, nudging him with his elbow.

Hiccup blinked, straightening up slightly. He turned and discreetly gestured with his thumb over his shoulder to a seat behind him. Barely moving his lips, he mumbled, "Does that guy look familiar to you?"

Jack's eyes trailed in the appointed direction and he immediately realized who Hiccup was referring to. A man sat hunched over his newspaper. He was covered in all black, from his turtleneck and long sleeves to the dress pants and fancy leather shoes. His hair was pulled back, enhancing his long, thin, pale features. His eyes shone with a yellow hue.

Jack did have a feeling he'd seen the man before, though he couldn't pinpoint any whens or wheres. To Hiccup, he mumbled back, "I guess, now that you mentioned it…"

"Oh, no…" Hanging onto the overhead handles, Hiccup pressed his face against his upper arm.

"What?"

Hiccup's voice was muffled by the fabric of his shirt. "That's the guy Astrid punched."

Jack smirked. "You'll have to be more specific than that, buddy."

"That, that day"—Hiccup flapped one arm—"We were in town? And this tall creep was saying something to the girls and Astrid punched him? And we grabbed them and hid in that alley?"

Jack hummed, nodding slowly. "That sounds vaguely familiar."

"Shit. That's him." Hiccup peeked at the man again, then spun back around, breath ragged and pupils dilated. "That's totally him."

"Okay. Hiccup? We don't know that yet; you saw the guy for like two seconds." Jack looked over at the seat Astrid and Elsa were sharing and called, "Yo, Hofferson, remember that dude?" He motioned with his head to the man in black. "Third said you punched him a lifetime ago."

Subtlety flew out the window as conversation ceased and curious eyes shifted to the back of the bus.

Elsa was the first one to recognize him. One hand rushed to muffle a gasp and she locked eyes with Astrid in shock. "That's…"

"The trenchcoat coffee guy?" Astrid finished for her. She huffed, dropping back on the seat. "Yeah."

"Are you sure?" Violet mused, still staring at the man from the gap between the seats.

Astrid snorted, shaking her head. "Tall, lanky dude with greasy hair and those freaky eyes? No doubt, it's the same creep."

Jack glanced back at Hiccup, and he could see his friend's mind working, coming up with all the worst-case scenarios possible. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to figure out what to do next.

"Hold on, who's that supposed to be again?" Andy asked, confused.

"Some weirdo who got all pissed when we spilled coffee on his shirt that Astrid punched."

Andy's mouth opened. He blinked slowly. "... Okay…"

"Doesn't look like he recognized us." Elsa looked down at her lap, furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips. "Please let's keep it that way."

Then, suddenly, Violet spun around and slid down on her seat. Her eyes were huge. "Uh… It might be a little too late for that."

"What do you mean?"

"He's looking at us."

Unable to stop themselves, the entire group turned back as one. Proving Violet's words true, the weird man looked directly at them with narrowed eyes in suspicion. And the moment he recognized the teens could not have been more obvious.

"Crap. He knows," Jack hissed as from the corner of his eyes, he watched the man crumpling his newspaper and standing up. He pulled the stop cord and immediately ushered the girls to move.

Without so much as instructions, the teens began to gather by the bus door in a collective mass of panic, but also, from some, confusion. Jack, being farthest from the door, kept an attentive eye on the man. As the stranger got closer—far too fast for someone maneuvering inside a moving vehicle, he yanked the cord a few more times despite its futility.

"This is a fucking disaster—"

The bus abruptly stopped, making the man lose his footing and stumble forward. And without a moment to second guess himself, Jack spread his arms, pushing his friends out the slowly-opening doors, screaming at the top of his lungs like a maniac person trying to escape a sanatorium.

"EVERYBODY OUT! OUT! OUT! OUT!"

Anna heaved, wobbly legs struggling with every step. She stumbled on some gravel and had to grasp onto Rapunzel's arm not to fall on her face. Hoarse and tired, she stuttered as loud as she could, "Are we there yet?"

From the front of the group, she heard a loud groan amidst the little bubbles of conversation.

"I swear to God, princess," Jack roared, not even bothering to slow down to look her way, "if you ask that one more time, I will turn around and kick your ass all the way back to school."

The girl puffed her cheeks, pulling her sweaty bangs from her eyes. She kicked a pebble on the side of the road, disgruntled. "I still don't get why we had to get off the bus three stops earlier."

"Because we are trying not to cause a scene today."

Anna laughed, looking around at her friends as if sharing a secret joke with them. "You mean that wasn't a scene back on the bus?"

"Honey, we're lucky none of us are in juvie right now."

Anna rolled her eyes, opting for taking the silverhead's words as a bad joke. She linked arms with Rapunzel and started grumbling, "This is so not fair. Can you believe this guy? No one said we'd have to walk—"

"I can hear you!"

She immediately snapped her mouth shut but continued to throw daggers at the back of Jack's head.

"So… where exactly are we going again?" Merida had her hands folded behind her head, curls bouncing as she looked around, taking in the scenery, completely unfazed by the twenty-minute uphill walk.

"What, didn't Anna tell you?" Tinkerbell asked.

"If she did, it got completely erased from my brain."

At that, Andy paused his conversation with Violet to look back at the girls, an arched eyebrow in curiosity. "Hold on, you're saying you came today, at the risk of getting a month of detention if you're caught… and you don't even know where we're going?"

Merida shrugged. "They asked me to tag along, so I did."

"I mean, top-tier friendship right there," Hiccup mused from the front.

Hiro nodded. "Major respect."

"Yeah, the school is gonna be in totally good hands if we got you lot taking our place," Jack added.

"Aw, that's so sweet of you, Jack—"

"Not you, you're still on probation for all your quipping."

Rapunzel chuckled, gently patting Anna's hand comfortingly. "I don't know, kinda sounded like an insult to me."

Merida grinned. "Eh, I'll take it."

"Aw, man, is it too soon to start missing the good ol' days?"

"Don't even start, Frost."

"You could always stay back a year and revel in your glory a while longer," Wilbur reasoned.

"Thanks a lot, traitor," Jack deadpanned. "You know, maybe I will take that offer and stay back. Start over with a brand new group who will truly appreciate my leadership, unlike some people."

Violet snorted. "Good luck with that, asshole."

Tink put her hands on her hips as a scowl took over her face. "Hold on, you think you're gonna be our leader if you stay?"

Merida laughed, throwing her head back. "Boy, do I have bad news for you."

"Ouch. If I cared, I'd feel bad for you right now," Astrid mocked as she shook her head with contempt.

"Maybe it will be best for everyone if you just graduate with the rest of us after all, Jack…"

"Not you too, Your Majesty!" Jack threw his arms in the air.

"Why are you even considering being held back a year?" Anna asked, genuinely curious.

"Listen," Hiccup chuckled, "it's a miracle Jack managed to pass all his classes up until this point."

"Yeah, you gotta have a backup plan just in case."

"You people can all go to hell."

"Sure. We'll see you there, pretty boy."

The mere sight of the amusement park was enough to boost his endorphins. Standing in front of the entrance, Jack rubbed his hands together, a grin spreading on his face as he looked back at his friends. Surprising no one, Anna and her crew had run off at the first opportunity, leaving the seniors to have their little bonding moment in peace.

"You guys ready for this?"

Hiro, with his arms crossed over his chest, shrugged. "Born ready."

"You okay, Elsa?"

At Andy's question, Jack looked back at his girlfriend. The blonde in question fidgeted, nibbling on her lower lip and tugging on the cuffs of her jacket shyly.

"Hmmm…" Elsa looked down at her hands. "I think I'm feeling a little bit self-conscious wearing my school uniform in such a public place."

Jack nodded. She had a point. Everybody else wore casual clothes, even Anna and her friends. Among the teens, Elsa stood out like a sore thumb, and not in a good way.

Throwing an arm over the blonde's shoulders and holding a pair of colored shades by the frame with the opposite hand, Violet smirked. "Don't worry, babe. We got you covered."

"We've come prepared," Astrid added, pointing with her uncasted thumb to the backpack she carried.

Elsa frowned. "Not to sound ungrateful or anything, but I don't know how I feel about you two picking an outfit for me on your own."

"I mean, there's so much damage we could do with your fancy wardrobe, Miss Arendelle. Like, you don't even own a pair of jeans."

"I'm sorry for possessing such a blatant character flaw," Elsa mumbled with an eye roll.

Astrid shifted her weight, adjusting the bag's strap on her shoulder. "You do possess something far more interesting in your wardrobe, wouldn't you agree?"

"Like what, a cancan skirt?" Andy guessed, smirking.

The blonde slapped him on the shoulder, playful, then looked back at the other two. "What are you talking about?"

"How often do you swap clothes?"

Elsa's eyes widened and she sucked in a breath, color tinting her neck and cheeks. Watching her expression change, it didn't take Jack that much longer to understand what they were talking about.

Astrid turned toward him. "When are you gonna wear one of Elsa's grandma cardigans?"

"I'll take that, thank you," Elsa mumbled, hurriedly taking the bag Astrid carried. She gave each of the girls a pointed glare. "Would you care to join me?"

"Sure." Violet grinned. "And you can tell us all about that hoodie."

"We'll be back in a second," Elsa mumbled, eyes on the floor as she started marching in the direction of the nearest bathroom, the conniving duo in tow.

"Take your time…" Hiccup mumbled, tilting his head to the side confused as he watched the girls leave.

"So…" Wilbur turned to Jack, a hand on his hips and a smirk on his face. One of his eyebrows arched up. "Any idea what they were talking about?"

"Nope." Jack slid his sunglasses up his nose and spun on his heels to inspect the amusement park's giant map. He tried his best to ignore the eyes pricking the back of his neck.

"Not a goddamn clue."

What a day.

It was interesting to see that even after all the years of friendship, there were still many discoveries to be made when it came to her best friends. That, for instance, roller coasters gave Andy vertigo, or that despite all his scientific talk, Hiro was a little bit scared of the supernatural. That Wilbur was secretly addicted to cotton candy, that Astrid was allergic to peanuts, that Hiccup was creeped out by clowns, that Elsa had never seen the interior of a ferris wheel cabin and that Jack was the worst bumper car driver in history.

Laughing, and scarfing down greasy junk food, and taking pictures with underpaid staff wearing stinky mascot costumes, and making fun of each other while waiting in line under the hot hot sun… It was weird, feeling overjoyed at spending such an exciting day with her friends, yet at the same time, somehow mourning the imminent bursting of their little teenage carefree bubble. Needless to say, the day went by far too fast for Violet's liking.

In the afternoon, as the lines for the rides started to get too long for the dull standing still and waiting, they decided to hit the game booths before it was time to go back to the Academy. At some point, they stopped by the shooting booth, and tension grew as some very specific individuals partook in a heated dispute for some lame stuffed animal. She, not interested in toy firearms, nor in the displayed random prizes, stood to the side, watching the match and sharing a bag of butter popcorn with Andy, Hiro, and Elsa.

"Stupid cast," Astrid grumbled as she struggled to adjust the rifle against her shoulder.

"How come you're using your non-dominant hand and you're pretty much as good as those morons?" Violet asked, motioning down the row of shooters with his head. To be fair, none of them were hitting the target, so it wasn't a lie to say that they all shared the same level of expertise.

Astrid let out a venomous snort. "'Cause they sure as hell are a good reference point to anything other than stupidity."

Jack averted his eyes from the target to glare at the blonde. "You're just a bucket of rainbows and sunshine, aren't you?"

"I'm sorry, did that hurt your feelings?" Astrid mocked, blinking innocently.

Jack rolled his eyes. "So bad I don't even know how I'm gonna keep on living."

"Speaking of giving up," Hiro chimed in. "Stop wasting your fucking money and give up already."

Andy nodded. "It is starting to get a little embarrassing."

"Can't do. Our pride is on the line," Hiccup mumbled, one eye closed as he aimed his gun. When he missed again, he groaned under his breath, disgruntled.

"Yeah, how lame would it look to just leave empty-handed?" Wilbur agreed.

"Lamer than you already look?"

Shaking his head, Jack stated, "We're not leaving."

"You need to learn to let go," Elsa admonished with a frown.

"That's high coming from you, Your Majesty." Shifting his weight between his feet, he gestured to his rifle. "Wanna give it a try?"

"Not really."

"C'mere." He tugged on the hem of her shirt gently. Then as she stepped closer, wrapped his arms around her waist and guided her to the counter. Chest pressed against her back and chin resting on her shoulder, he handed her the gun. "Help me take aim."

"Go Elsa," Violet cheered, smirking with her arms crossed.

The blonde scowled back at her, but otherwise had no comeback to give. Instead, she let out a heavy sigh, surrendering to her fate, and lined the barrel of the rifle with her sightline. Once satisfied, she tapped Jack's finger once, and he pulled the trigger.

They missed.

Breaking the silence than ensued from the shot, Wilbur whistled a long tune. "For a moment, I really thought Elsa would hit something."

"That was anti-climatic," the blonde mumbled, giving the gun back to her boyfriend and returning to her previous place next to the other spectators.

Jack shrugged. "It was worth the shot."

"Does this mean you're done?" Violet whined, crumpling her empty popcorn bag into a ball. "'Cause I could totally go for a corn dog."

Wilbur huffed, putting a hand on his hip to stare at her, the epitome of judgment. "Girl, you ate all day long."

"Fat-shaming much?"

"I'm not fat shaming, I'm shaming that bottomless pit you have for a stomach."

Hiro let out a snort. "Because that makes it all the much better?"

"Hey, seniors!"

Having spotted the group, Anna and her friends sauntered over, spring on their steps and big smiles on their faces.

"Hello, sister," Elsa greeted with a smile. She looked at the other girls. "How was your day?"

"Awesome."

"Pretty cool."

"Sweaty."

Elsa chuckled. "Well, since I couldn't dissuade your decision, I'm at least glad you enjoyed it."

"You guys look like you're having fun," Anna mused, nodding at the group playing in the booth—or trapped in a vicious cycle of bloodlust was more like it. Shoot, miss, and reload. And after they missed, they reloaded again.

"That's one way of putting it…" Andy mumbled.

"What's the score?" Tinkerbell asked.

"Well, when you combine all four of them, you've got a shocking success rate of zero point zero percent in what, an hour?" Violet looked back at Hiro for confirmation.

"Give or take."

"You're joking."

"Is that even statistically possible?" Rapunzel inquired, struggling to suppress her mirth.

Merida, on the other hand, didn't even bother attempting to contain her emotions. The redhead rolled her shoulders back and laughed. Loudly. "Now that's just sad."

Jack clunked his rifle on the counter. "Think you can do better, DunBroch?"

Singed by the flames of competition, Merida rolled her sleeves up to her elbows, eyes not once breaking contact with the silverhead. "Step aside."

Without hesitation, she paid for a round of ammo, and the rest of the teens merely watched in collective silence as Merida took aim. Focused, serene even, the girl took a breath in, then let it out slowly. And she shot.

"Oh my gosh, Merida!" Anna clapped, jumping up and down. Her eyes went wide as she stared unblinkingly at the fresh bullet that had lodged itself in the corkboard target. "You did it!"

"First shot too," Violet said, unable to fight the temptation of rubbing salt into the wound.

"Beginner's luck," Jack grumbled through his teeth.

Smugly, Merida tossed her new stuffed toy to Anna. "Here, keep it."

"Aw, thanks, Mer!"

But Merida wasn't listening anymore, because she was too busy firing again.

Another bullet joined its sibling.

Hiccup's jaw dropped. "You gotta be kidding me…"

"Two for two!" Tink cheered with a triumphant fist over her head.

"That was amazing!" Rapunzel added, joining Anna in her jumping cheer.

"Oh, now it's on!" Stomping her foot, Astrid clumsy adjusted her gun against her cast. She fumed.

"Son of a bitch," Wilbur grumbled as he missed another shot.

"Crap, I'm out of ammo." Jack ferociously waved at the vendor for another round. "Third, switch places with me."

Dejected, Hiccup did as he was told, shaking his head all the way to his new spot on the far edge of the counter. "This is just plain humiliating—"

New thrilled shouts filled the booth.

"Third one?" Anna squealed.

Wilbur threw his hands above his head on the verge of admitting defeat. "Goddamit."

"Go, Merida!"

"You're killing it, Red." Though Merida's unrivaled skill was impressive on its own, Violet couldn't help but revel in the satisfaction of seeing her other friends' decimation a little more.

"This is bullshit."

"Yes!" Astrid's usable fist flew in the air.

"Aha!" Hiccup stood, pointing at his own target, adrenaline and relief rushing over him at once and making him look comically conflicted. He glanced at his girlfriend in a shared moment of instantaneous fulfillment and they high-fived, much to the dissatisfaction of the remaining two guys. "Yeah, babe! Power duo coming through."

"Nice one!" Anna cheered.

"Man, this was a total rush." Hiccup grinned. "Anyone up for some celebratory ice cream?"

Wilbur grunted, "You're a little bitch, you know that, Haddock?"

"Does that mean you're not coming, William?"

"Screw you."

Astrid nodded. "I'm in."

"I think our MVP here deserves a treat as well," Tink said, hooking an arm around the redhead's arm.

"Does that mean you're paying?"

Rapunzel took her other arm as she looked around for the closest ice cream cart. "Honey, you can have all the ice cream you want after that show!"

"You absolutely nailed it, Merida."

Merida shrugged, not making a big deal out of it. As she passed by, she gave Elsa her fourth stuffed toy of the day. "Here you go, Elsa."

"Thanks, Mer."

Anna quickly stopped to ask, "You coming too, sis?"

"I think there's a bit of damage control to do here," Elsa admitted, glancing back at the booth. "We'll catch up."

Anna nodded, giving a thumbs up and mouthing a silent 'good luck' at her sister before leaving.

"Fuck me." Jack was hunched over the counter, head buried under his arms.

"Are you done now?"

Letting out a long exhale, Jack slowly pulled himself up. "Yeah." He sounded tired. "Yeah, I'm done. William?"

Wilbur nodded. "I'm out of cash anyway."

"That was pathetic," Hiro deadpanned.

"Great job, guys. A for effort," said Andy, comforting no one.

"You know what's the worst part though?" Violet said as they walked toward the rest of the group. "That you didn't give up. You kept pushing and pushing and you just build up all these expectations. And then this girl comes waltzing in and wipes the floor with your sad asses and there's absolutely nothing you can do about it!"

"Fuck off, Violet."

"This is a total damper," Wilbur mumbled with a sigh.

Andy shrugged, nonchalant. "Honestly, you should be grateful that Merida walked by. If it wasn't for her, you guys would still be trying to bankrupt yourselves back there."

Jack huffed. "I hear what you're saying; it's not making me feel any better."

"Would some ice cream help uplift your mood?" Elsa suggested, taking his hand.

Sill not willing to let go of his frustrations, the silverhead mumbled a quiet, "Maybe…"

"Somebody is a little sore, aren't they?" Hiccup came up to them, half-eaten ice cream cone in hand.

Mocking the other guy's tone, Jack retorted, "Somebody wants a kick in the ass, don't they?"

Hiccup shrugged, stepping out of the way.

As they waited for their ice creams, Astrid gestured to her phone screen. "There's a bus leaving in about twenty minutes. Think we can make it?"

Violet looked around. They all looked exhausted. But in a good way. Her chest tightened, making her sigh.

"Yeah. I think we're ready to go back."

On the way to the bus stop, Jack found himself strolling in the back with Violet and Elsa. The latter struggled with carrying the stuffed pink elephant her cousin had gifted her whilst consuming her vanilla ice cream cone.

"That thing is offensively huge," he said, pointing at his girlfriend's arms with his chin.

"I think it's cute," Elsa retorted, adjusting the toy like a mother with a newborn.

Violet clicked her tongue. "You're just upset because you didn't get Elsa anything."

"I'm not."

The brunette sighed dramatically. "Poor Frosty didn't get to look good in front of his beautiful girlfriend."

"So I wanted to make the girl I like happy. Sue me."

"You're a sap."

Jack rolled his eyes, shoving the rest of his ice cream inside his mouth. Crumbles flying off everywhere, he mumbled, "Stupid DunBroch and her freakishly accurate aim…"

Elsa bumped his arm with hers, smiling gently. "Why do you think you needed to win a stuffed toy to make me happy?"

He shrugged, hands burying in his pockets and glare locking in the ground in front of his feet.

"You've already given me plenty, Jack."

"Like what, headaches?" Jack grumbled, a hint of seriousness in his voice.

"Not even." Elsa chuckled. She took his hand, resting her cheek on his shoulder. "You gave me memories."

Elsa's words and closeness combined were enough to lift the crushing weight off his chest. He squeezed her hand and pulled her closer. Raising an eyebrow, he raised his gaze to her face. "... So you're saying you had fun today."

"If it's that important to you, then yes, I did have fun today."

Jack beamed. His entire face lit up. He stood taller. His footsteps became lighter. "Vi, did you hear that?"

"Uh-huh." Patronizingly, Violet smiled, giving him a thumbs up. "Way to go, buddy."

"Elsa Arendelle straight up admitted that she enjoyed breaking the rules for a day."

The blonde scowled. "I never said that."

"It was implied."

"You're an idiot," Elsa stated while shaking her head.

"Why, thank you, Your Majesty."

"It wasn't a compliment…"