My new obsession is the movie Frozen. I freaking love it! And I love the new Jack Frost and Elsa ship too. I know breathe, eat, and sleep Jelsa. But most of the fics I've read so far, I don't like. Total props to Julia Rider and WhiteRose69 for not only writing the first two AU school fics that I know of but also inspiring me to try my hand at writing an AU fic as well.

Now, if your still reading this, let me explain what this will be.

Firstly, this is an AU story with crossovers from Frozen, Rise of the Guardians, Tangled, How to Train Your Dragon, and many other Disney movies. If any other movies are added, I will inform you. I'm not a college student, I cannot speak from an experienced POV, so the characters will be in a boarding school ranging from 9th to 12th grade. Second, it will be mostly told from the POV of Anna. She was the main character of Frozen and my favorite, so it is easier to get her personality. Third, I refuse to rush Jack and Elsa into a relationship. I can't stand a rushed relationship. Finally, to try to keep this as original as possible, I have decided to cut myself off from any AU Frozen/ROTG crossover stories. If you see any similarities, let me know, and I will try to change it.

I'm off my soap box, so you may now carry on with the story. Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: If I owned any of these movies, I wouldn't be on a fan site. Common sense people...

"Good morning, beautiful citizens of Corona! It is a wonderful day to soak up the sun with highs of 82 degrees. So grab that sun screen and enjoy this fantastic day. Now here is Savage Infants with their new hit single Rusty Nail Through My Heart (1)."

The band's music fills the room and drifts into my ears. My eyes open and I look up at the ceiling of my shared room. I glance to the left and look out the open window. I roll over and decide to go back to sleep. Wait just a sec! Today's the day! My eyes shoot open once again.

"Today's the day," I whisper. "Today's the day!"

I jump out of bed and run into the sandy colored bathroom. I smile at my reflection in the mirror. My bright blue eyes are filled with excitement. The summer sun has made my freckles multiply across my nose and cheeks. My auburn hair sticks up in all directions and the white stripe in my hair is hidden by the frizz of it all. I reach for my toothbrush among the five others and brush my teeth. I grab the brush from my shelf in the bathroom and start untangling the mess that is my hair. The bristles immediately get stuck in a huge knot.

"Just great," I mumble, annoyed. I shrug. "Might as well wake everyone else up."

I leave the bathroom and enter the hallway. I slow my pace and glance at all the pictures on the wall. There is one of Pascal and Rapunzel from the day she got him. That was when her hair still reached her feet and was blonde. The next was of aunt Primrose, uncle Thomas, and cousin before Elsa and I came to live here. The frame right below that holds our recent Christmas card. We're all wearing hideous sweaters. Next to this one is my favorite picture on the wall. It was summer and the three of us, Elsa, Rapunzel, and me, decided to go roller skating. I remember getting at least twenty bruises that day and still have a scar on my thigh. The three of us are huddled together with the park behind us. We were all laughing when the picture was snapped. We look so happy. That was before mom and dad passed away while on that business trip. That was three years ago. I look at the last picture on this side of the wall. The one of Elsa, mom, dad, and I on Elsa's fourteenth birthday. The cake is in front of her and she is beaming up at the camera. Elsa still has her braces with the blue bands on it. It's one of the last pictures of her beaming like that.

I sigh and reach out to touch the frame. "I miss you guys." I whisper.

The smell of pancakes fills my nose. I pull myself away from the picture and start walking towards the staircase that leads downstairs. I stand on the top step and peak in between the beams of the staircase. The staircase leads right into the joined living and dining room. From here I can see the dining room table. There are mountains of plain, chocolate chip, blueberry, and banana nut pancakes, eggs, bacon, orange juice, coffee, toast, and a fruit salad. Mmmmmmm, chocolate. My aunt Primrose and uncle Thomas walk in both holding empty plates and forks. They really went all out for this going away breakfast.

I go back up the stair I'm on and walk towards Rapunzel's room. Her door is at the end of the hall. The door is covered in paintings. I don't mean the type on paper. No, no, no. My cousin kind of has this thing for painting, and she's really good at it. Her door has suns painted all over it. Talk about obsessive.

The metal of the doorknob is cold in my palm as I twist it open. I throw open the door, and it hits the wall with a loud bang. Rapunzel jumps up in bed, and her eyes are wide open in fear.

"WAKE UP, ZEL! TODAY"S THE BIG DAY! YOU NEED TO GET YOUR BUTT OUT OF BED!" I scream at the top of my lungs.

Zel immediately covers her ears with her hands. "Jeez, Anna! I'm up! I'm up! You can shut up now!"

"NO WAY! TODAY'S THE DAY, ZEL-ZEL!"

She flung her purple pillow at me. I hits me in the face. "Ow!" I yell at her. I charge for her bed as she squeals. I raise the pillow above my head and bring it down to hit her. "It's not very nice to throw things at people." I say laughing.

Rapunzel snatches the pillow from me. "You're a fool." She tells me smiling.

"But I'm your beautiful cousin fool." I say making an ugly face at her.

"Yeah, beautiful. Love what you've done with your hair." She burst into hysteria taking in my frizzy hair with my brush still stuck in a forest of tangles.

I force my lips into a pout and put one hand on my hip and one behind my head, trying to look like a model. "I'm ready for close up."

Zel's laugh intensifies, if that's even possible. We hear someone clear their throat. Rapunzel stops laughing as we both look for the source of the sound: Elsa.

I smile at her. "Hey big sis! I was supposed to wake you up!"

Elsa looks at me and cracks a small smile. "People in Pluto could hear you, Anna," she teases.

"I can't help it! I'm so excited! You can't tell me you're not excited about today."

Elsa rolls her eyes and tries to ac serious. She fails as her small smile returns. "Maybe just a little." she says as she puts her pointer finger and thumb up with a small gap between.

"Come on,"Zel says as she entangles herself from the blankets on her bed. "I smell food."

She makes her way across the room clad in her purple, plaid pajama pants and light pink t-shirt and passes Elsa to the staircase. Elsa in her baby blue sweatpants and dark blue long sleeve shirt turns to follow her. Her hair is in a braid reaching her shoulder blades. I follow the two down the stairs and into the dining room in my light green, yellow, and orange pajama pants and a light green wife beater.

My aunt and uncle sit at the table both with a mug of coffee in their hands, talking. Aunt Primrose tells her husband, "I told you the smell of food would wake them up."

He chuckles, a chuckle that makes his belly move a little in response. "How are favorite teenage girls this morning?"

"Hungry," I tell him and plop down, very ungracefully, in a chair next to Aunt Primrose. I grab an empty plate and begin serving myself.

Elsa rolls her eyes. "You're so rude." She tells me as she sits next to me. She starts to pour herself some juice.

Zel sits across from us. "This looks great mom." She says looking at her mom. Uncle Thomas clears his throat. "And dad."

Aunt Primrose snorts, "Please, all you did was taste test." She tells him.

"I did a good job didn't I?" He defends.

I smile at their bickering. I love my family. I miss my mom and dad, but moving in with my aunt and uncle couldn't have made me happier. I give a sideways glance at my sister who is looking down at her hands in her lap. I wish I could say the same for Elsa.

Flashback

I was twelve years old. Elsa had turned fourteen a week before that day. The two of us were at home with our nanny, Mrs. Robinson. She was an older women, and she treated us as her own grandchildren. Mom and dad would be home tomorrow, so Elsa and I decided to be on our best behavior.

We had gotten dress early in thick socks, jeans, and long sleeve shirts appropriate for the weather. My auburn hair with the white streak was in two braids. Elsa's blonde hair was pulled into a simple bun on top of her head with a clip pinning her bangs back even though I know how much she hates doing that. We had even made sure that our rooms were cleaned.

The house phone rang. "That must be your aunt," Mrs. Robinson says, "Why don't you two go play outside and make sure to bundle up. It's very cold." She left the room to answer the phone.

Elsa and I walk to the door. Our coats and other winter gear is on the wooden hook to the left of the door. I tie my dark blue scarf around my neck and put my matching gloves on. I put on my magenta coat on and my fuzzy ear muffs. Elsa does the same with her light blue gloves, scarf, and ear muffs. Her coat is black.

"Ready?" she asks me.

"I was born ready." I reply.

We open the door and walk into the winter wonderland. Our large backyard is covered in layers of pure white snow. I take it all in and giggle. Elsa loves winter. Whenever we're outside when there is snow, she couldn't be happier.

I look at my sister and sing to her, "Do you wanna build a snowman?"

She laughs, reaches down, grabs a handful of snow, throws it at my torso. "Let's do it."

We begin rolling out the snow to make the bottom layer. Once done, we move on to roll out a smaller sphere for the torso. We are on the last sphere when the back door opens. "Girls, I need you to come in here." Her voice sounds strained. Something must be wrong.

Elsa must know it too because she gives me a serious look before briskly walking towards the house. I quickly follow her. But before I get to the door, I look back at our unfinished snowman. We never did get to finish it.

Once inside, we shake off our extra layers and boots and sit on the living room couch. The tips of our noses are red. And I'm shivering just a bit. Mrs. Robinson follows us into the room holding two mugs of hot chocolate. She passes one to each of us, and I hold it in my hands for its warmth.

"Girls, that was your parent's business partner, Mr. Wesleton," she pauses. "He said your parents, and the shipment, haven't showed up yet."

I am confused by this. Mom and dad should have been there and already on their way back home by now. I don't feel right. Something is wrong. Very, very wrong. I don't remember finding the words, but I hear myself saying, "What does this mean?"

"It means," the elderly women continues, "that the boat your parents were on has gone missing."

I feel Elsa tense up next to me. She puts her mug down on the coffee table, and continues to look at our nanny. I'm still not getting it. Why aren't there search parties? Who do we have to call? Why haven't my mom and dad calling anyone yet? They would have at least called to tell us what's going on. I stand from the couch. "We have to find them," I am pacing now. "We can have search parties and radios to reach the captain, and do you think we could get out there and look for them ourselves. Or maybe we could call or-"

"No deary. We can't try to find them." Mrs. Robinson interrupts. Her voice cracks again. Tears begin to pool in her eyes. She says the next part in a whisper. "They've already been found." Elsa's eyes widen. What is going on?

I stare at her confused. "Ok?" Why is she going to cry? They were found. They're safe. "So let's go get them or call them-"

"Anna," Elsa says angrily. "Don't you get it? Don't make her say it." A single tear rolls down her cheek as she stands. Elsa looks at me and waits for a response.

"Get what? What don't you want her to say?" I say looking into my sisters icy blue eyes. She slowly closes her eyes, opens them, and I see the tears coming down freely. She spins on her heel, and storms into her room. The door slams and locks behind her. I look at Mrs. Robinson. My eyes are pleading with her to help me understand why my sister is so upset.

"Anna," Mrs. Robinson begins. "Your parent's bodies were found, but they aren't coming back home. I'm so sorry."

Realization hits me like a brick wall. My parents are gone. Never to return. There is a huge lump in my throat, but no matter how hard I try to swallow it, it won't go down. It feels like the room is spinning. There is iron in my stomach, and I sit on the couch. I don't cry. I can't. Nothing seems real. Mrs. Robinson wraps her thin arms around me in a tight embrace, and I hug her back. I'm scared that if I let go, I'll unravel. She begins to stroke my hair in a very loving way, and I am reminded of my mother. That is when I let the sobs take over me. They make my entire body shake as tears streak my face. In that one hug, I am reminded of my parents and I let it all go. It feels good to cry, but it won't bring back my mother and father.

Elsa locked herself in her room for days. It was agreed that we would go live with my aunt and uncle in Corona. Me and Elsa would be leaving in two days. The funeral was today. A beautiful presentation that my parents would have loved, but Elsa locked herself in her room as soon as we got home. And that's where I am now:in front of Elsa's bedroom door. I rap my knuckles on the door and wait. There is no sound from the other side.

"Please, I know you're in there. People have been asking where you've been. They say have courage, and I'm trying to," I trail off. I put my ear against the door to see if she's going to say anything. She doesn't. "I'm right here for you. Just let me in. We only have each other, Elsa. It's just you and me." I stand with my back against the door. I start sliding down. "What are we gonna do?" Silence. I am now sitting on the floor with my back against the door. I sigh and feel my eyes water just a bit. "Do you wanna build a snowman?" I sing weakly.

I feel the door softly open, and there is Elsa sitting on the floor of her bedroom behind me. She scoots closer to me and wraps me in an embrace. I breathe in her scent as I wrap my arms around her. I missed this. Our small sisterly moments. I missed her. I missed my big sister. And in that moment I knew, she missed me too. We need each other.

"I missed you," I tell her.

"Not as much as I missed you." she tells me.

I smile at the memory. Yeah, it's sad, but that moment brought us closer as sisters. And I couldn't be happier. I look at Elsa and smile. She did open back up. She's not as reserved as she use to be. I really hope that this new school helps her break out of her shell again.

"Alright girls," Aunt Primrose says. "Go get dressed, and then we'll get on the road to Walney High (2)."

Rapunzel squeals. "I'm so excited!"

I look at her and grab one of Elsa's hands. "Yeah, me too."

So what do you think? Kind of depressing, I know. But this was more background. The real excitement is going to start in the next chapter. So leave some reviews *cough* it'll motivate me to update faster *cough* and follow the story. I have a feeling it's going to be kind of long...

(1) Savage Infants is a band I used in another fic. They're completely made up and so is that song.

(2) Walney High Walt Disney? Eh, eh? No? Yes? Idk. It might change. But since it's kind of Frozen I'm going to focus on, it sorta makes sense. The mascot will either be the Mighty Mice or the Reindeer. Any ideas? Leave them in a review.

Alright that's all for now folks