A/N: I may have had a little too much fun with modern Naveen...and this chapter is confusing but I promise it'll get worked out. Plus we have some Elsa. So enjoy.

(Naveen)

"Naveen, you look great, trust me, okay? But we're going to be late. And you know how my uncle gets," Simba pushed his hair back with a hand, and I watched as it went dark in the front to the golden color it was at the tips. He swung his long arms, a pale mocha, his eyes gleaming a wild gold in the early morning. Tucked into his brown corduroys was an orange dress shirt, a gold pendant on a long chain hung around his neck. I'd always had a little crush on him, just slight. But he was engaged to Nala, so I knew there was no way we'd ever be more than friends.

Today I wore silver glittered jeans with a blue tight tee shirt, my hair crusted with glitter and blue streaks. I couldn't help feeling as if I had to look perfect on the first day. Girls (yes, and boys. Did I have to pick one?) usually appreciated my attempts to look decent.

The walk to Animal Kingdom was long, and it was the largest Kingdom in the park, but I prefered it to the crowded buses and the monorail. The students in Animal house all had on variations of the house color: brown.

"It's easy for you. Why do you care? You're a TA this year."

"Only because I was smart and took history my freshman year. I didn't wait till my senior year."

"Whatever, know-it-all."

The room was almost full by the time we arrived, the chatter killing my ears. Simba left to go talk to Nala, and the other Teacher's Assistant whose back was to me. He wore a navy canvas button up and a brown page boy cap, alerting me to his animal kingdom status. He handed me a paper, and asked something. Upon glancing up, the dashing smile I prepared died. There were dimples in his dark cheeks, and curling black hair stuck out of places from the cap. His eyes were the color of red and brown sand found in Savannas.

"I'm sorry?" I said, having not heard what he said a few moments before.

"Name," he said. His voice was high, sweet, like a young boys. There was a southern twang to it that melted me into my leather oxfords.

"Naveen. Prince Naveen."

Those eyes flicked up and with a smile, he handed me the forms.

"I'll be seeing you later. Please take a seat."

Dazed, I walked over to a seat next to Phillip, who was brooding over his phone.

Glaring, he glanced up. "You look happy."

"Beautiful people tend to make me that way."

Phillip stuffed his phone into his pocket. "Who is it?"

"That boy," I pointed down at the TA, who was currently giving a sheet to Aurora, who was arm in arm with some guy I'd never seen, but knew they weren't on the same level.

"That's Tia. Nala introduced me. He is good looking. Do you like him?"

I nodded. "I mean, I've never liked a guy, like I like, you know? Uh, been with a guy. I've had crushes but-"

"Ask him out. He can only say no." Phillip's eyes crushed together again, frustrated.

"What's up?" I asked softly. He groaned.

"She never showed up this morning. I waited at Corona dorm forever."

I shrugged. "You were a little late. Call her and try again tomorrow."

"I've been PMing her for forever and she hasn't responded. I'm starting to freak out here."

That was the other thing about Phillip. He was a little overly dramatic, high strung.

"It is the first day of class. Give her time. Maybe she overslept. Maybe she was nervous. Just wait, it'll work out, okay?"

He nodded, seemingly to convince himself more than me.

"Students, please take you seats! Class, is about to begin."

The chatter ceased abruptly, all eyes turning toward the professor. His long black hair, which was slicked into a ponytail, fell to his waist. His ever present scowl was set in his dark face, a silver scar racing over his right eye, marring his face and hiking his lip up into a sneer. His green eyes slightly redeemed his otherwise wicked appearance, set into wide eyes.

"I would like to assume you all came to this class because of your willful and eager yearning to learn about history," he began in his refined voice, it reverberating thoughout the silent room. "However I am no fool. I am aware that this class is required for an exit out of this academy and, unlike other classes, my endeavor is not for you to simply pass but to learn. History is an important subject and it is to insure that mistakes of the past do not repeat themselves. You will learn through others how to rule a kingdom and how to stay away from the path of, dare I say it, villainy. You will learn lineage and dynasties. There is no simple wand waving or encantation mumbling in this class. You learn, or you stay. And believe me, royals, I am not one to take bribes from Kings."

I slunk down in my seat, feeling ice form in my stomach. Most of my career here had been copying Charles and paying my way to an A. Scar didn't seem the type of teacher who let people slip by.

"We do partner work in this class, per Headmaster Mouse's request. The list should be in your hand, along with a seat number. I will give you twenty minutes to find your seat and thus your partner. Begin."

Glancing down at the list, I smiled.

Tia smiled down at me. "I think I'm your partner, right?"

I chuckled. "Lucky you."

(Elsa)

History was supposed to be a safe place. No magic here. None at all. Plus nothing would upset me or bother me.

That was before Hans Westergard was assigned to be my partner for the class.

"Princess Elsa. I wasn't aware you were attending Disney Academy this year," he said in way of greeting. He ran a hand carefree through his hair, and his Moby Dick shirt rose a little too high, though I figured he knew that. I was reminded of Father's explanation to me, whispering that the Headmaster would be alerted to my situation, that I needed to learn how to control it before I lost it and froze the world or something insane. That I was to have special lessons with a tutor who would help me learn to control it. But it was all to remain a secret.

"My parents thought social interaction which future rulers would allow easier trade and understanding," I said, spreading my utensils across the desk. "The Southern Isle has been a great trade partner for many years, and I thank you for that."

He blinked his green eyes a few times, before leaning over to my ear, causing me to stiffen at the warm air blowing my hair away as he spoke.

"We are not our parents, Elsa. Feel free to speak to me however you like, I shall not run to my parents to tattle."

I took in a sharp breath. "Well, you're standing a little too close for my liking."

He leaned back, and the face I must've been making was terrifying, because Hans leaned away.

"Sorry, Elsie. Claustrophobic?"

I snorted. "Something like th- did you just call me 'Elsie'?" I screeched.

He propped his feet on our desk, leaning back in his chair. "I like it."

"I don't," I said indignantly, patting my hair to make sure it was in place. And not frozen stiff.

Hans smiled into his folder. "So, ah, which one of my twelve brothers are you betrothed to?"

I twitched. "Mother and Father disagreed to promising to sell us into marriage. The unity of our kingdoms can remain in trade. How ever since their are thirteen of you I do suppose my sister will find one of you."

Hans leaned onto his fist on the desk, his face next to mine.

"And you, Princess?"

I pictured as I always had, holding a hand, watching turn purple. Lips turning blue, hair turning white as I froze those I loved inside-out.

"Those wishing to court me may find some what of a challenge."

Hans moved so that I was forced to meet his hungry, green gaze. "I like a challenge."

There we go! Do you think Hans is just trying to get under Elsa's skin, or does he really like her? I mean, he is the youngest of thirteen and Elsa's next in line for her throne...

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