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All of you should be aware that there will be a time skip of one month. I feel like if this does not happen, the story will drag. The characters will now be in a season of fall. I can't think of anything that I should hint you on at this moment in the story, but you should know that winter will most likely be your favorite season ;)

Without any further hesitation, here is an update of Walney High. Enjoy.

Anna's POV

"I'm so excited!" I belted out as Olaf and I walked to first period.

"For what?" he asks.

I look at him completely seriously. Hasn't he seen the posters all over the halls? "The football game later!"

"Oh yeah," Olaf says, suddenly remembering. "We have a football team."

Sometimes I honestly don't know where his head is. If it were in the clouds, he would have hit a bird and come down by now. We arrive at Ms. Morgan's classroom door where the teacher stands ready for the day. She smiles as she sees us approaching.

"Hey you two," Ms. Morgan says happily. "Ready for the game tonight?"

"Of course!" Olaf tells her enthusiastically.

"I was born ready!" I answer.

Ms. Morgan laughs at our answer. "You better be! Because the Mighty Mice are going to take down the Reindeer so hard; they'll feel it for months after the game!"

I giggle at her as I enter the classroom and take my seat. Reindeer? Why does that team sound so familiar? I continue to think about it, and then it hits me! Kristoff! He said he went to a school with a reindeer mascot and that our schools were playing against each other in a football game. Maybe I'd see him again. Maybe we'd hang out. He did seem pretty cool. I continue to think about the possibility of seeing him again when I am ripped from my thoughts by someone saying,

"Hey, Anna."

I am taken aback and jump, falling off my lab stool in the process. Curse my clumsiness! I look at up at the smirking face of Jack. He reaches down a hand. "You ok?"

"Yeah," I reply with a shrug. I rub my sore bottom (tee-hee... Bottom). "Just a little bruised. But hey, it'll heal." I sit back on my stool and open my notebook to a fresh page and begin copying the reaction equation on it. "You going to the game?" I ask my lab partner without looking up.

"Probably," he says. "Hiccup'll drag me along to explain the game while he stares at Astrid."

"Nice," I tell him not knowing who this Astrid is. "Maybe we can all hang out. From what Elsa told me, she gets along with you guys pretty nicely."

At the mention of Elsa's name his face instantly brightens. Weird. "Really? Elsa said that?" he asks me, enthusiastically.

"In different words, yeah."

I guess he realizes how he sounded because he goes back to his cool behavior when he replies, "Oh, cool." The dopey smile stays placed on his face.

Seriously, what is with him?

The rest of the day dragged on like thick molasses. My classes weren't first period, second period, and whatever. Oh, no! My classes meshed together and formed one huge, boring obstacle that stood between me and football game. Nothing exceptionally exciting happened in any of my class. Well, in second period, Mr. Meyers ended up stapling his tie to his desk. We spend the first twenty minutes of class hiding our laughter and watching him try to remove the staple without snagging a thread. The entire time Mr. Meyers was going on and on about how expensive the tie was and how it was an anniversary was pretty funny.

And during my art class with Mr. Wetmore, we got a student that switched classes: Rapunzel. I couldn't help myself but smile at the hilarity of the situation. My cousin, the artistic protegé, would be in the same class as me, the girl who can draw a mean stick figure, and the only available seat was right next to me. Our assignment was to simply paint a bowl of fruit. And that's exactly what I did. But then Zel came along and made fun of my apple and tried to fix it, so I helped her fix her pear. The pear was perfect, I just wanted an excuse to mess with her painting. I made the line I was drawing super squiggly, and she freaked out. So, she tried fixing my shading around the banana, which turned it into a black blob. And that's how we got into a paint fight. First on the canvas, then off. By the end of the class there was paint in our hair and clothes. Yet Zel still managed to make her work look beautiful and talk our way out of disciplinary action. In between classes, I had managed to get the paint out of my hair and skin, but my jeans have seen better days.

Now it's the last period of the day, and then game time!

Mrs. Edwards is late again, and the classroom is loud and crazy when I walk in. There are groups of my peers chatting around the place and some boys in the back shooting spit balls at each other. Real mature, guys.

But one guy in the back catches my attention. Oh, glob! NO! Not him! If he's here then his twin is here too. Sure enough an identical teen with the same green eyes as his younger brother walks into the classroom (Anybody figure it out yet?) Why the hell are they in this class? Quick! You need at distraction at least until Jack gets here. Then, they'll see that you're hanging out with another guy and they'll back off. Crap! I'll just leave the classroom, and come back in two minutes. Yeah that will work!

I quickly turn on the ball of my foot and rush... into a wall of flesh, sending me and the poor unsuspecting girl to fall on the tile floor.

"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry!" I rush to pick up her books.

She rubs her head and sends an icy blue glare at me. "Watch where your going," She says harshly as two girls come up behind her and help her stand. I can now see that she is in a blue shirt, black skinny jeans, silver cardigan, and a blue pair of Oxfords. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a neat bun at the top of her head with her bangs curled over forehead. She continues to glare daggers at me.

"I'm sorry," I tell her as I stand and hand her her books.

One, wearing a pair of floral jeans with a pink high low top, says, "Oh my god! Cinderella, are you OK?!" She has strawberry blonde hair pulled back with a black headband.

The other has bright red hair pulled into a messy pony tail with long bangs in the front. The redhead wears a pair of green pants and a purple loose-fitting t-shirt. "Yeah, this loser over here just knocked you over." Excuse me?!

"Yeah, Aurora, Just a little frazzled," Cinderella says, dramatically. She takes in my appearance and snorts. I feel her eyes scan over my paint stained blue jeans, black t-shirt, and lime green cardigan. "Come on, I don't want to waste anymore time with her." Her eyes land on my hair. She puts on a fake sugar-sweet smile on her face. "Nice stripe, skunk." she says sarcastically. Her two friends laugh along with her as the three walk towards the back of the classroom.

How dare she! It was an accident there is no need to be a complete which about it! I'm going to give her a piece of my mind! I am fuming as I start walking after those girls. That's when I feel a hand on my shoulder stopping me. I glare and trace my gaze from the hand, up the arm, and to the face of... Jack Frost.

"Whoa there Ms. Feisty-Pants," He says, removing his hand. "Who has evoked your fury?" He says, goofily.

I can feel my mood start to lighten as the corners of my mouth lift up a bit. "Don't make me smile," I tell him. "I'm trying to stay angry."

"At who?"

I glare at the three girls. "They called me a skunk," I pout.

"Cinderella, Ariel, and Aurora? Those are your sophomore year mean girls. Don't let them get to you."

I groan a lot louder than I meant to. "Why can't we all just be friends?" He laughs and sits in the closest open seat. I take the seat next to him. "Whatever, I need to stay in a good mood for the game anyways!"

"Yeah! Those Reindeer are going down!"

Mrs. Edwards rushes into the room. "Sorry I'm late... again." She looks up at the clock. "And now that we have, er, about fifteen minutes left in the period, sorry again, let me introduce some new students in our class. Go ahead and stand up boys." Daniel (1) and Frederick (2) stand up. They're the same as I remember them. Tall, handsome, charming. Just like their brother. "Meet Daniel and Frederick Isle, they're transfer students from Wesleton Academy." She smiles at them. "Hope you don't miss your old team because they are going down." The class bursts into cheers. "Alright, alright. The rest of the class is all yours."

I take a moment to stare at the twins. Blonde hair, sideburns, green eyes, and lean figures. They are completely identical. Same as when I saw them last year at his family dinner. (Come on guys; I'm spelling it out for you...) A pale hand waves in front of my face. "You ok there?"

I blink. "Sorry, I spaced out there," the bell rings and I grab my stuff. I notice Daniel look my way, surprised. Gotta get out of here. "Let's meet in Elsa's room before the game. Later," I tell him as I leave the classroom as fast as possible.

"Sounds like a plan," he calls after me.

One shower, a change of clothes, and catching Rapunzel up on my last period events. Merida, Elsa, Flynn, Rapunzel, Hiccup, Olaf, and I sit in the bleachers of the Walney High football field.

And it is freaking huge!

There's a grassy field made for cleats to destroy, a digital score board, two school mascots, and a heated indoor area under the field with concession stands and some Mighty Mouse gear. The whole place is the perfect to crush the Reindeer.

"This game is going to rock!" I say as we all sit on the bleachers.

"I know! I'm so excited!" Rapunzel tells me excitedly.

Merida chuckles. "It's only coz it's yer first gam. Th' glamoor wears aff." (It's only because it's your first game. The glamour wears off.)

"So you don't look forward to any of the games?" Elsa asks.

"Weel, ah do loove a guid, competife gam ay football." (Well I do love a good, competitive game of football)

"But the only games that are really good are between Wesleton," Hiccup chimes in.

Jack laughs at him. "Only because you can stare at your girlfriend."

Hiccup turns beat red and looks away embarrassed. "What!? No I don't!" He pauses and glares at Jack. "I hate you."

The white-haired teen smirks. "No you don't."

I look at Hiccup. "Oh snap! Hiccup's got a girlfriend!" I tease.

"Astrid is not my girlfriend!" He says defensively.

"But you wish she was," Flynn says smirking.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Olaf says waving his arms around. "Whose Astrid again?"

"Th' only gurl football playar at Wesleton," (The only girl football player at Wesleton) Merida tells him.

"She's also the best that team's got." Jack adds.

"Ohhhhh," Olaf says. "She sounds wonderful!"

I look at Elsa. "Seen her?"

"Once," she answers.

"Point her out for me?" Rapunzel asks.

Elsa nods and smiles. "Of course."

Hiccup continues to frown and crosses his arms over his chest. "You guys suck."

Flynn looks at Jack and the two smile. "You could always go sit with Wesleton." Flynn suggests.

"Don't worry," Jack says. "We won't judge."

I laugh as Hiccup continues to glare at them. I notice now that the stadium has filled up for the first game of the football season. "Game's starting," Rapunzel says looking towards the field, where our football team stands huddled.

The smile on my face grows as an announcer's voice speaks through the speaker system. "Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready?" The crowd fills with cheers, and I cheer along with them. "Playing for the home team are the Walney High Mighty Mice." More cheers as the football team runs to their positions, and our mascot, Mickey Mouse, comes out. "And visiting are the Wesleton Academy's Reindeer." The other side of the stadium fills with cheers from the visiting school as their mascot runs on the field.

The pep band begins playing our school fight song. Mickey dances along. I feel so bad for those guys in the mascot uniform. Think about how hot it must be in there. Gross...

It is now after half time, and the Mighty Mice are still going on strong.

Hiccup spends the entire game staring at who I assume is Astrid. But who knows? Everyone looks the same in their uniforms and helmets. Only difference is the color of the uniforms. Our school has blue and silver while the opposing team has red and gold. Merida tries to explain the game a few times, but he is clearly tuning her, and the rest of the world, out.

Rapunzel and Flynn cuddle into each other and watch everything unfold. Seriously? Is there any place that they don't act all cuddly? He'll lean over and whisper something to her and she'll giggle in response.

Elsa and Jack seem to be getting along. Jack hasn't stopped smiling once. Pretty suspicious, but he's probably just happy that we're winning 23 to 19. Elsa seems happy too. She's not as icy as she normally is with a big group. Weird, huh? I shrug and turn to Olaf.

"Isn't this cool?"

"Sure," he says smiling. "Only, I have no idea what's going on."

"What have you been doing the entire game?"

"Watching Mickey," he replies. "That mouse has moves!"

I chuckle at him. "Yeah, but they don't compare with yours."

"You're right! I should become the new Mickey!"

"Olaf, that's not what I meant."

He stands up. "I'm going to go talk to the coach now!"Olaf starts going down the stairs to the entrance of the concession area.

"Where's he going?" Elsa asks.

"To go talk to the coach. He wants to be the next Mickey Mouse."

Elsa laughs. "Should we stop him?"

I shake my head. "No, he'd make a great mascot anyways." My stomach growls. Guess I'm hungry. "I'm going to go for a snack run. Anyone want anything?"

Hiccup ignores me, and Merida rolls her eyes. "Two hot dogs," she tells me.

"Large popcorn," Flynn says looking up at me.

"Water for me." Elsa adds.

"Anything sugary is always welcomed." Jack calls as I start walking.

"You guys owe me!" I call over the cheers of the crowd on account of Walney scoring a touchdown.

The game is almost over, and the lines are none existent. There are like three or four people down here tops. I start towards the concession stand to get our food when I hear someone call my name.

"Anna?" I turn to see. A male standing by the locker room entrance with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder and a giant reindeer head under his arm. He has blonde hair and an unmistakable big nose.

"Kristoff?" I say uncertainly. A smile spreads across his face, and his eyes light up. He starts walking over. He is wearing a pair of track pants and a plain gray t-shirt.

It would have been the perfect reunion if not for the fact that I tripped over my own feet and fell. Kristoff's face is one of pure terror, and he reaches out as if that will help. My fall is interrupted by a pair of arms wrapping around my waist, and suspending me in the air.

"Glad I could catch you, Anna." The voice belonging to the arms says.

I look up into familiar green eyes. Oh, no! Not him! His red hair and sideburns are unmistakable. Oh please could someone pinch me and tell me that I'm dreaming! Please no, no, NO! "Hans." (Get it now?)

Elsa's POV

"Hey," Jack says after Anna left. "Don't I owe you 20 questions?"

I smirk. "Why yes you do."

"Alright," he tells me. "Fire away."

I think about it. I can ask him anything, and I won't waste questions like he did last time. "What's your favorite movie?"

"That question's boring," he says smiling. "You can't laugh."

"I won't laugh, I promise." Why would I laugh?

He sighs. "Elf (3)."

I blink. Elf? The Christmas movie? "Explanation?"

"Well, ever since I was a kid, I loved the idea of Christmas and snow. And it's true even today, but I like it the most because of all the fun in it. You know? It really gives you something to laugh about when life sucks. That and Will Feral is hilarious in that movie."

I laugh. "I've never seen it," I admit. I remember Anna freaking out about it when it first came out and every Christmas since then, but I was never interested.

"What?" Jack asks, shocked. "You are going to see it. I have a copy back in my dorm you can borrow. Sound like a plan?"

"Sure, Jack," I say. "For you, I'll do it." Jack's checks tinge red and he rubs the back of his neck. "Um, have you ever cried during a chick flick?"

"Ah, staying to the movie theme are we?"

"Yes, now could you just answer the question?"

"HA!" He says smiling. "That's three questions! And yes I have."

"Whatever," I tell him rolling my eyes. "Which movie?"

"The Notebook (4)." I just stare at him. "What!? Merida and Mulan made me watch it during freshman year, and it was sad."

I let myself laugh. "Hey, I'm not judging. Favorite superhero?"

"I don't think I have one."

"I'm counting that as a skip."

He pouts. "Fine. It's not like these questions are hard to answer anyways."

"Excuse me?"

"That's six questions."

"Are you saying my questions aren't challenging?"

"Seven, and yes that's exactly what I'm saying." He says smirking.

"Fine." I say. "I'll change the difficulty." I think. I need a good, hard question. "Biggest fear?"

Jack's eyes instantly darken. "Should have saved that skip," he mumbles. "I'm petrified of my brother not remembering who I am. Next question." He clearly wants to change the subject quickly.

So I comply by asking, "Any pets?"

He smiles. "Sort of,"

"Sort of?"

"Yeah my foster-sister has a lot of birds, and they're always all over the place."

"Foster sister?"

"Yeah, I live with a foster family. North, Sandy, Tooth, and Bunny."

"Are those nicknames?"

"Yeah," he says smiling. "You're down to eight questions."

A foster family? A brother that won't remember him? My curiosity is increasing. "Do you like living with them?"

He looks away from me and at the field, where the Reindeer score. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I love them, but I miss my biological family."

Before I can even stop myself from thinking about it, I say, "What happened to them?"

Jack looks at me. His normally playful eyes are clouded with sadness. "Do you really want to know?" I nod. "I'll give you the short version. My mom, sister, brother, and I lived in this far away, always winter time suburb, and got to come here on a scholarship. Well, during school during second semester, I got a call that there was a family emergency. The doctors told me that my siblings were ice skating on this lake by my house, and the ice broke." I take an intake of breath. Jack is now looking at his hands in his lap. "My mom tried diving in to save them, but it was too late for my little sister. Mom was able to save Jamie, though. Neighbors heard the commotion and called an ambulance. Jessie was pronounced dead almost immediately, but Mom and Jamie were in critical condition. Mom, she didn't make it. But Jamie, Jamie pulled through." Jack rubs his eye with the back of his hand. "He's been in a coma since then."

I now notice that I had placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Jack."

He looks up at me with a sad smile. "It's fine," he says. "It feels good to talk about it."

"I am I the first person you told?"

"Here? Yeah."

"And you're scared that when Jamie wakes up, he might not remember you?"

He nods and rubs his eyes again. "Sorry," he apologizes.

"You don't have to apologize for feeling emotion." I look at him and smile. "Do you want me to change the subject?"

"You don't have to."

"I know," I say. "You can have my last two questions."

He smiles. "I'm pretty sure that's against the rules."

I shrug. "Who cares?"

"Way to use one of my questions," he teases. "Last one." He looks me in the eye. That playful gleam is back. He asks me something but I can't hear him over the noise of the crowd.

I look towards the scoreboard. Only a few seconds left in the game, and our team has the ball. The player is running towards the end-zone. I stand to get a better view. Jack follows my lead. We stand shoulder to shoulder as Walney High scores the winning touchdown. We won 46 to 43. I smile and jump up and down.

I do the first thing that comes to mind; I hug the person next to me... that just so happens to be Jack. He hugs me back as we cheer and scream with the rest of our school. And even when the stadium begins to empty out, Jack keeps me close, which brings the slightest pink to my checks.

I am on cloud nine. We won! And Jack is close, and I feel safe. Nothing could break this feeling. At least I thought nothing could.

Anna comes running back towards our seats, empty-handed with a guy following close behind her. "Elsa, Zel!"

"Anna! Where have you been?" Zel says. "We won!"

"I know! But listen," she looks at both of us. "He's back."

"Who's back, Anna?" I ask her confused.

And one word complete changes my mood from blissful to furious. "Hans."

I AM CONSIDERING ENDING THE STORY NOW THAT THIS CHAPTER IS FINISHED!

I'm totally just kidding, but now that I have your attention, keep reading! I have a very important announcement to make! A reviewer left me a very special request, and I would be a douche if I didn't respond. This is the original review, "You see, I am from Venezuela and idk if you guys in america have known but we are currently at the verge of a civil war, for real check the #prayforvenezuela and #venezuela in Instagram its really insane, people have died and there are a lot of injured people because we have a corrupt government, it's a freaking dictatorship, so.. if you read my comment it would kind of help (since you have lots of people reading this story) if you advertise it when you update, we really need help to get this out and to show ALL the people we can outside our country since they blocked some channels and we just can get informed by social networks and the internet.. Please help SOS VENEZUELA."

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(1) Daniel is Hans Christian Andersen's mother's partner's name.

(2) Frederick is Hans Christian Andersen's mother's partner's son's name.

(3) Don't own it. But I do love it :)

(4) Not mine... I've never seen it...

Freaking Hans stepping in and ruining everything! Damn you Protagonist009! Oh wait... That's me...

What did Jack ask Elsa? Why is Hans back? Does it matter? What caused Elsa to become so enraged at the end? Does it have to do with the past?

Most of these questions will be answered next time, so until then, stay classy, San Diego.