Why hello there my ever loyal fans :) it makes me really happy to say that btw. I am back with a new chapter. In this latest installment you will FINALLY get to see your favorite guardian of fun. That's right ladies and gentlemen! Jack Frost, THE Jack Frost, is in this chapter! Yay! So why are you still reading this? Get down there and read about Jack Frost!

Anna's POV

"I can't believe she freaking ditched me like that! She left me with just a 'see you later'! I don't know her schedule! How are we suppose to meet later?" Olaf and I are walking to first period. I've been complaining since we left the cafeteria. It's petty and stupid but, hey, so is high school.

"Just because she's a junior doesn't mean her last bell doesn't go off at the same time as yours. You'll see her after school."

I groan, "I know you're right. It's stupid that I'm getting mad. I'm over it. Water under the bridge." I saying a high-pitched voice.

Olaf laughs. "Here we are." We stand in front of a chemistry lab doorway. There is a middle-aged women standing by the doorway with a short brown bob. She is in grey dress pants and a white shirt. There is a bright red scarf around her neck and matching studs on her ears.

She smiles warmly as Olaf and I approach the door. "Olaf!" She greets happily. "How was your summer?"

"Epic!" Olaf replies enthusiastically. "Me and the rents went to the Bahamas. Best. Summer. EVER!" she laughs at his explanation. "How was yours, Ms. Morgan?"

"Awesome!" Teachers are allowed to sat awesome? "I made a slide show for everyone to see before the boring serious stuff happens." This lady is really a teacher? For real? But she's cool! This is unheard of! She acknowledges my existence. "Oh hey there! New student?"

I open my mouth to respond, but Olaf beats me to it. "Yeah, this is Anna."

Ms. Morgan keeps looking at me. "Are you mute, deer?"

Olaf answers again. I glare it him. "Nope. She can speak just fine."

The teacher smiles. "So why don't we let her speak for herself?"

"Oh... Right."

She puts her hand up for a high-five. "I'm Ms. Morgan, your chemistry teacher, and you are?"

I high-five her. "I'm Anna, your chemistry student."

She laughs and looks at Olaf. "I like this one. How'd you two meet?"

"Anna saved me from Pitch." he gestures at his shirt.

Ms. Morgan groans. "Between you and I, I can't stand that boy." she rolls her eyes and notices other students walking towards us. "Why don't you two go inside? I'll be there in a little while to assign lab partners. Sound good?"

Both of us nod and enter the classroom. There are a few students in there already, talking among themselves, all of them except one. All the way in the back of the room, there is a teen with a blue hoodie, brown skinny jeans, and brown converse. He has headphones in his ears blasting music and his hood up.

It wasn't the fact that he was alone that made me notice him. It was that a) he was listening to the new Savage Infant album, that I just so happen to like, b) his striking pale blue eyes, and c) the most obvious one, he had radiant white hair. Like not just really blonde hair, no. Like straight up white like the pure snow or bleached teeth. It's whiter than Elsa's hair, and that's saying something.

"Whoa," I say as I stare at him. That's right. Stare.

He looks up and notices my stare. The guy rolls his eyes at me and turns away. I mean yeah I was staring but that was just plain rude. I look at Olaf as he sits at an open seat by the door. I nod my head toward him, "What's his deal?"

"Oh that's Jackson Frost. He goes by Jack though. Why?"

"What's his story?"

"He used to be this really shy bookworm, but there was this big accident in his family, and he changed. like a lot. Why?""

"What happened?"

"No one knows the full story. All I know is he got called out of class one day on a family emergency and disappeared for a month. When he came back, he died his hair white and got blues contacts to replace these ugly glasses he used to wear and had this whole new attitude. He went from a nerd to the school's bad boy, prankster. Lots of girls are interested, but he stays isolated most of the time unless he's with his small group of friends. Why?"

"What did he look like before?"

"He was super scrawny with brown hair and big chocolate eyes. He had these super thick glasses and a bad case of acne. He was pretty invisible to the rest of the student body, and always had his nose stuck in a book. He had straight A's and wanted to be a children's nurse. Lived in some far suburb called Burgees with his mom, sister, and brother. Now he lives with a foster family. Why?"

"How do you know all of this, Olaf?"

"Because I told him." Jack Frost says coming out if nowhere. For real! Where the butterscotch did he just come from? He looks at me intensely. It is even more intimidating now that his hood is pulled down.

"Ohhhhh, hey Jackson." I say nervously scratching the back of my neck. "How's it going?"

Olaf face palms next to me. "Jack meet Anna. Anna, this is Jack, one of my roommates. Sorry about that, Frost. Didn't mean to spill your beans. What's up?"

"It's cool, Olaf. I just wanted to meet the person who was staring at me. You know, make sure she's not an assassin or anything."

I laugh at that. "I'm sorry. It's just your hair... It's different... It remind me of my stripe," I say running my fingers through my hair. "and of my sister's hair."

He looks closely at my hair. "Nice. You dye it yourself."

"No actually. I was born with it. Some people get birthmarks shaped like smudges or hearts; I got a white streak in my hair. Sounds fair, huh?"

Olaf and Jack laugh at this just as the first bell rings and Ms. Morgan walks into the room. "Alright everyone, let's find a seat and get this thing started." Jack sits in the seat next to me. "So, I'll pass out your important stuff and get to the really fun stuff, but then I have to assign seats.

Ms. Morgan starts moving around the room, pointing at seats and calling out pairs of names as she goes. She finally gets to my name, "Anna Arendelle and," please say Olaf! Please say Olaf! "Jackson Frost."

That's not so bad. I can see that our seats are in the back of the room. Jack and I stare a smile at this as we gather our stuff and move to our new seats. Ms. Morgan continues to call out names and points to seats. Olaf's seat didn't change from where he was sitting. He waves at me really obviously, and Ms. Morgan rolls her eyes at him.

"Take the next few minutes to get to know the person sitting next to you." She says before getting the textbooks ready to be passed out.

I turn towards Jack to start up a conversation. "You and Olaf are roommates, huh?"

"Yeah, well actually Olaf, Hiccup, and me are roommates."

"I thought it was against the rules for three people to share a room."

"It was, but my old roommate and I didn't really get along."

"What do you mean?" I ask oblivious.

"Well, Pitch and I-"

I interrupt him, "Pitch? Say no more. I get it."

"You know Pitch?"

"We, um, kind of met this morning... He was messing with Olaf, and I stepped in. You know, no biggie."

He laughs. "Nothing with Pitch is a 'no biggie.' So way to go, newbie." He extends his fist in my direction.

I bump it and say, "I thought it might be fair for me to warn you about me."

"What? Do you always mess with the 'toughest guy' in school and then stare at the cutest?"

"First of all, you already forgave me for that, second, don't hold your breathe on that cutest thing, and third, no. It's because I'm really, and I mean really, accident prone." I decide to elaborate. "I'm pretty sure something is going to explode on us by the end of the first quarter."

Jack chuckles. "Then this is going to be one hell of a year."

Ms. Morgan starts talking then. "Alright guys, let's wrap up conversations and get these books passed out." She begins passing the chemistry textbooks out.

The rest of the class period is spent talking about summer vacation as class. The only reason why I remember half of what we were talking about is because Jack whispered introductions of everyone and cracking jokes every now and then. It was hilarious! Too bad I couldn't laugh. I looked like an idiot trying not to laugh. When the bell rings signaling the end of the class, I'm sad to go. This was the most fun I've ever had in class. I wave my goodbye at Jack and hurry after Olaf. I have to find out where Mr. Meyers's math room is.

I finally catch up to the shorter teen. "Hey Olaf, how do I get to Mr. Meyers's room?"

"That's easy." He answers. "You go to the end of the hallway, make a right, then go up to the next floor, go all the way down that hallway, make a left, and it's the first classroom on the left."

"That's easy? I'd hate to see what hard looks like to you."

He laughs. "Just follow me," He begins to walk down the hallway. "I'll walk you to your class. Mrs. Kenya and me are close, so she won't mind if I'm sort of late."

"Olaf, you're the best," I tell him, starting to climb the staircase, "You're the best, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

Olaf pauses in his walk and just stares at me. I turn and wait for him to follow. He slowly walks up to me. "That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. Thank you."

I smile. "Just telling the truth." We continue walking down the hallway until we stop in front of a classroom. In front of the door, there is a tall man with graying blonde hair.

"Here we are. Just remember, Mr. Meyers is super strict. Don't mess around with him AT ALL! I cannot stress this enough. Good luck!" He says as he walks to his own class. Leaving me alone with apparently a really mean teacher. Thanks, friend.

I approach the teacher, wearily. Ok, Anna. First impression. Let's make it good. Hello, sir. My name is Anna, and I am a new student here. It's a pleasure to meet you. Is what I wanted to say. What I actually said went something like this:

"...Hey. Me, Anna. Meet you pleasure, sir." I mentally slapped myself. What the heck was that, Anna?!

"Young lady, when talking to an adult you speak with respect and proper grammar." He scolds. "Now stand up straight, shoulders back, and start again with respect. Do you understand?"

I gulp. "Yes, sir." I straighten my back and extend a hand toward him. He accepts it and firmly shake my hand. I let go and try again. "Hello, Mr. Meyers. My name is Anna Arendelle. It is a pleasure to meet you." I say avoiding eye contact the entire time.

"What happened to eye contact?" I shrug in response. "No shrugging!" He scolds again.

I look straight into his eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't meet your expectations, sir. Now may I go inside; I'd hate to waste anymore of your or my time." I say clearly annoyed with this man.

He smiles, as if it makes up for it. "By all means." He then turns his attention to other students.

I enter the classroom, and I can't help but laugh. There in the very back of the room is the very familiar sight of Jack Frost with his hood pulled up and jamming to music. I walk up to him cheerily. He looks up at me and smiles before he laughs. "Seriously?" He pulls his hood out and pauses the song. "Two classes in a row?"

"I know. Crazy, right?"

"Anything I should be warned about before we start math class?"

"No, I think we should be safe." I reply with a laugh. I nod towards his headphones. "Still listening to Savage Infants?"

He nods. "You know Savage Infants?"

"Know them? I love them!"

"Seriously?"

"Uh, duh! Me, Zel, and Elsa went to go see them when they were on tour for the new album!"

Jack gets excited about this. "No way! I tried convincing North to let me and Bunny go months beforehand, and he still said no! Was it awesome?"

"Of course!"

"What's your favorite song?"

"Overturned and We Are We Are (Totally making this up)"

"I love We Are We Are. Ok what do you think of the band Scalp Herman (This is fake too :) Inspired from the movie "Inglorious Bastards" I love that movie)."

"There sick! That single they came out with last month inspired me!"

"Anna?"

"Yeah?"

"I think we just became friends."

"What?"

"Anyone that shares my taste in music and love of mischief is a-okay in my book."

"Then consider ourselves friends, Jackson Frost."

Mr. Meyers walks into the classroom, and all conversation ceases. "Good morning, class. Let's get started and work quickly and efficiently." Jack looks at me and rolls his eyes. I smile stick out my tongue at him and look back towards the front again. "I need volunteers to pass out these papers and textbooks and we'll jump right into the plans for today."

Two people raise their hands to volunteer and pass around the papers. Mr. Meyers passes out textbooks. Why do we need books? It's math. Give me a calculator, a pencil, and a booklet of problems but not a book. Whatever. I don't make the rules.

When all the materials are passed out, Mr. Meyers starts talking again. "The first piece of paper in front of you is a salmon color. Put that on top. Now, this is your syllabus. Let's go ahead and start reading."

The next few minutes are spend reading over the syllabus, which includes rules, expectations, blah blah blah. Who really cares?

"Any questions?" Mr. Meyers asks.

Jack nudges me. "Watch this," he whispers. He raises his hand. The teacher nods his head at him. "How long did it take you to write this syllabus?"

"That is irrelevant, Mr. Frost. Any other questions?" Jack raises his hand again. "Yes, Mr. Frost?"

"How will reading this syllabus improve my ACT score or math skills?"

"It will not directly influence your ACT score or math skills. However, it will-"

"Then why must I be forced to waste my time on such a frivolous thing?"

"This is entirely irrelevant to the task at hand."

"Would you say the syllabus is irrelevant?" I smirk at this. He really is messing with the teacher.

Mr. Meyers is visibly frustrated with Jack. His pale face is now red with anger. "I'd say that we should get back on task and stop asking ridiculous questions. Now may we go on?"

"Why are you asking me? Aren't you supposed to be the teacher? Why do you need a student's permission?" I try holding back a giggle at this comment, but fail miserably. I clamp a hand over my mouth and smile apologetically at the teacher.

He doesn't buy it and starts walk towards Jack and I. "Do you think this is funny?"

"No sir," is what I'm about to say but then I think of something; I can't stand this teacher, and I'm pretty sure he hates me. There is no way I'm getting out of this without a punishment. Hell, if I'm going down, I'm going down with a bang. "No sir," I tell him. He looks satisfied, angry, but satisfied. Let's crush that feeling. "I think it's hilarious." I feel Jack look at me in shock.

"I'm sorry?" Mr. Meyers says.

"Honestly, it is hilarious that someone as professional as yourself would let such an irrational conversation effect your behavior in the classroom. It is very insufficient and unprofessional." I send Jack a smirk.

"Really?"

"Really," I answer smugly.

He turns to face the rest of the class. "Well, it seems that we have a couple of class clowns. And unfortunately for you all, the class will have to suffer." I roll my eyes. "By tomorrow's class period you will have to complete the first twenty pages of math problems in your textbook." A couple of students send us dirty looks. Jack brushes them off. He turns to look at me and Jack. "As for you two, I will see you after school for a detention served here. Now how do you feel about that?"

I groan. Elsa is going to freaking kill me. "I think," Jack answers from his seat next to me. I watch him as he continues. "My opinion is completely irrelevant."

Mr. Meyers is fuming and I smirk at his reaction. He is about to respond when the last bell rings. Jack and I stand, gather our stuff, and move towards the door along with everyone else in the classroom. We are walking passed the threshold when Jack calls over his shoulder, "See you later, Mr. M."

I laugh as Jack and I begin walking down the hallway. He faces me as I check my schedule for the next class. It's down a floor. "I'm really sorry about getting you a detention." He tells me.

"Don't worry about it. It was my fault anyway."

"And... thank you." He pauses his walk. This is where we part paths.

"For what?"

He starts walking away from me. "No one ever backs me up when I'm getting in trouble."

"Anytime," I call after him. I laugh as I begin walking to the next class. A detention on the first day? Think of all sorts of trouble Jack and I could get into in one semester. A large smile creeps onto my face. I think I'm really going to like this school.

After two more classes, my backpack is heavy, my feet hurt, and my stomach is growling. Since it's the first day, everything is cut short, and there is no lunch period. My fourth period teacher said that this is what a Friday schedule is like: short, sweet, and to the point.

It's the last period of the day, and I can't wait for it to be over. Oh, yeah. There's still that detention to serve. Fanfreakingtastic.

I enter the last class of the day. Literature and composition. The teacher isn't here, and the class is fairly empty. I grab a seat in the back and pull out my math textbook. Might as well get started on these math problems.

My thoughts of numbers and equations are interrupted when I hear a familiar chuckle. I look up shocked. It couldn't be! But it is! Jack Frost is standing in front of my desk.

"No way!" I say, surprised. "I get to start and end my day with you?"

"I know, crazy, right?" He smirks. "How many detentions do you think we can get in this class."

I laugh. "None, I hope. My sister would kill me if I got another one."

"You want to walk back to Mr. Meyers's class together after this?"

"Well, since we are going to the same place," I shrug. "Why not?" Forgot about Elsa. Have to tell her I won't be able to make it to lunch with her and Zel until later. "But I have to tell my sister first."

"Alright, we'll find her before we leave. It'll give me a chance to find my other roommate anyways."

Just then, our teacher walks in. She scrambles into the classroom right before the bell makes it and fist pumps. "Yes! I actually made it this time!"

I look at Jack for an explanation. He smiles at me and whispers a response. "That's Mrs. Edwards. She's super lazy and always late. Very environmentalist. You could call her a modern-day hippie."

I smile back at him. This is going to be an interesting class.

Elsa's POV

Hiccup insisted that after sixth period we should go out into the courtyard. He kept telling me that the area was absolutely beautiful. And boy was he right.

"This is incredible, Hiccup."

"This is nothing. You should see it in the winter time. Snow on all the tree branches, soft lights set up all around, and the principal even allows student council to set up an ice rink."

That last part sparks my interest. "Ice rink?"

"Yeah, right there with the fountain in the very middle. It's really pretty."

"Sounds cool." My pocket vibrates. A text from Anna. Hiccup's phone goes off too. Strange.

Where are you? -Anna

I sent her a quick reply telling her where I am.

Stay there.

Hiccup looks at me. "Do you mind if we wait here for a sec? One of my roommate asked me to wait here for him."

"Yeah, that's fine. My sister is looking for me too."

Jack's POV (Ahhhhh! Bet you weren't expecting this :D)

Anna and I weave quickly through the crowds of students to get to the courtyard. I've had a blast hanging out with her. Well for the brief time we have been hanging out. She's pretty mischievous. It's awesome.

"Isn't it kind of weird that the two people we're looking for are in the same place?" She asks me.

I shrug. "Small school," I joke.

She laughs and hits my arm playfully. "Whatever. Let's just find them and get this stupid detention served."

"Is this your first detention?"

"Of course not," she answers.

I'm taken aback. "Just how many times have you landed a detention."

She shrugs and starts using her fingers to count. She stops and looks at me. "Just high school or in general?"

"General."

"I don't know maybe a hundred give or take."I look at her, dumbfounded. She's like five feet tall. How the hell does someone that small get that many detentions? She sees my look and continues. "What?! That's not that many!"

"What exactly have you been doing?"

"I got a lot for being late, talking back to teachers, off task behavior. Oh! I did get one for throwing a sandwich across the classroom."

"Why would you do that?"

We've arrived in the courtyard. "Oh look at that! We're here." She walks ahead of me and starts looking around.

I start looking for Anna's sister, but I have no idea what she looks like. "What exactly am I looking for?"

"White hair like yours. You can't miss her."

I start looking around and come up empty-handed. I'm about to tell her that when I hear, "Elsa!" Right behind me. I turn to see Anna running towards a white-haired girl. I see that she is with Hiccup and start walking over towards them.

Now that I'm closer I can really take a look at this Elsa person. Holy crap! She's beautiful. I just stare at her, like a love-struck idiot. Come on, Frost! Say something! Be cool!

I panic and turn to Hiccup. "Who is that?" I ask him quietly.

"That's Elsa, Merida's roommate. Why?"

"Dude," I say and give him a wide-eyed look.

Hiccup smirks at me and gives me that 'I-know-something-you-don't' face. I glare at him. "Shut up," I tell him. "I just had to tell you that I'm going to be a little late to lunch. Anna and I got a detention."

"Anna?"

"Elsa's sister."

"Jeez buddy, one at a time." He jokes. I punch him in the arm. "Ouch!"

Anna turns to me after finishing her conversation. "Ready?" She sounds frustrated.

"Yeah let's go." We start walking away, and I turn around to wave goodbye to Hiccup. I can't help but look at Elsa before I turn back around. She's looking right at me and sending me the coldest glare I have ever received. "Why is your sister looking at me like if she wants to freeze me?" I ask her.

"That's just how Elsa is. It's hard to break through her layer of ice." That can't be all there is. "Also, she blames you for my detention."

"She what?" I ask worried.

"Don't worry, Frost. Give her some time to soften up. I'll keep talk to her until she believes that it was my fault."

Normally I wouldn't care about what people think of me, much less a girl. But this one is different. I actually noticed her first, and she is breathtakingly beautiful.

"I'm telling you, Jack. She'll get over it." Anna reassures me.

I sure hope you're right, Anna.

And it is finished. What do you think? Jack finally (well sort of) met Elsa, and (PLOT TWIST) she doesn't like him (at the moment). If she was sending him glares like that without speaking to him at all, imagine what dinner will be like later. Ah yes. I can feel your anticipation growing.

BTW the way Anna and Jack got a detention actually happened to one of my friends. It was the funniest thing EVER! *wipes tear* Ahhhhhhhh good times.

Can I just say how annoyed I was with the fact that I kept writing more parts of this chapter, and it would get deleted? Seriously, this chapter would have been ready sooner if I would have been done sooner if not for my progress getting deleted like four times! This is how the conversation between me and my computer went...

Me: Finally finished with this update. Everyone will be so happy! But first I will go eat dinner.

Computer: Don't forget to save!

Me: You're absolutely right :) *hits save*

Computer: Your progress has been saved.

Me: *eats dinner* *comes back like 20 minutes later* Alright time to post this chapter. *Opens doc* What the poop!? Where is all my progress!?

Computer: What progress?

Me: I finished this chapter! About a thousand words were lost! What is this garbage! *Continues to freak out* *starts redoing all the lost work*

Oh well, at least it's finished.

Letter to a gal from ny Yesssss! Get an account so we can chat! I had a Tumblr but got addicted, so I changed the password to something I wouldn't remember... Don't make me go back down that dark road! I can't do it! But yes. Elsa and Jack will officially meet in the next chapter. Not like how they sorta saw each other in this one. I pinky promise :) Thank you for the compliment! You really made my night with that.

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