Ok, ok, I get it! Some of you are mad, some of you are curious, and some of you are just plain shocked. But I'm telling you; this is going somewhere. Jack, Anna, and Kristoff did not get beat by the Lost Boys for no reason. It's all going somewhere.

WARNING! Signs of Jelsa ahead. Proceed with caution!

Anna's POV (Seriously, whose did you think it was going to be in?)

"I can't believe it," Jack kept saying over and over. He has been sitting with his hand in his head on Zel's bed since Peter and the Lost Boys left to get ready for the Halloween party that's starting in two hours. Peter told us that he and his "gang" would be back in costume ready to leave in about an hour and a half. "If he wouldn't have scared you two, we would have beat them."

It's true. Had the little twerps not scared Elsa and I, we would have won 201 to 199. "It's ok, Jack," I say. "I honestly don't mind losing to a prank like that."

"I do," he pouts.

"Jack," I tell him. "It's Halloween! And we are going to go to an amazing party and have a blast! So stop whining and help us figure out costumes." He looks up at me and frowns. "I mean it, Frost! We can get mad and plan revenge tomorrow when we become Peter's slaves."

He groans, and Elsa hits the back of his head. "Got any ideas, Frost?" He shrugs in response. "Come on, Jack," she says, sitting next to him. "Think."

I walk into the bathroom to grab my brush. My hair is going to have to be crazy for my costume to work. When he thinks I'm out of earshot, Jack tells Elsa, quietly, "We could always do a couple of costume." Couple costume? Like what Zel and Flynn do? Why would they do that? It's not like they like each other or anything. "But," he rushes. "It's just a suggestion, so you know, whatever."

There's a pause, and I move closer to hear Elsa's response. "What did you have in mind?" It's not a yes, but for Elsa, that's pretty close. Weird.

"Really?" Jack says, surprised. "Well, how about Mario and Princess Peach?"

"Well, I don't know, Jack."

"Why not? I really wanted to wear a dress?" he jokes. Elsa laughs at this, and he continues, "What about Mario and Luigi? We could totally get fake mustaches and suspenders."

Pause. "Sounds cool," Elsa tells him. I can practically here the smile in her voice. "Anna," She calls me. I come out of the bathroom, brushing my hair. "Let's go to the thrift store and party store. Jack and I need mustaches."

"Ok," I say and pull out my phone. "Let me bug Kristoff for a ride. We have to tell him the news anyway." I call him and beg for a ride. "He's on his way, and I invited him to the party tonight. Think Peter will mind?"

"Who cares what that brat minds?" Elsa says. Jack laughs. "What are you going as?"

"Brace yourself," I tell her excitedly. "I, Anna, will be dressing up as the Mad Hatter!" Elsa gives me a blank look. "What!? The Mad Hatter is freaking awesome! And I already have the red hair."

"It's just a sort of-"

Jack interrupts. "Awesome! Are you staying true to the character with a suit or changing it."

"The second one! With a tutu and a hat and everything!" I look at Elsa hopefully. "Will you help me make it?"

She smiles at me. "Sure, Anna."

I squeal. "You're the best." There is a frantic knock on the door. "Must be Kristoff," I say, opening the door. It's not.

In front of me is Merida, who's curly red hair is in a giant bun on the top of her head. She is wearing a dress? Wait. What? "Anna! Thenk glob Ah foond ye! I've bin lookin' fur elsa, an' Ah figured yoo're 'er sister sae yoo'd ken whaur she is." (Anna! Thank glob I found you! I've been looking for Elsa and I figured since you're her sister, you'd know where she is.) She pauses, notices Elsa sitting on the bed, and rushes to her. "oh elsa! thenk glob Ah foond ye! Ah need yer help!" (Oh, Elsa! Thank glob I found you! I need your help!)

I now notice that she has a huge bag draped over her shoulder. Her dress (!) is a simple bright orange with a sweetheart neckline and a poofed out skirt. Her feet are bare. "Ah need ye tae dae mah hair an' make up fur thes costume coz Ah dornt hae th' patience fur thes blasted flat-iron!" (I need you to do my hair and make up for this costume because I don't have the patience for this blasted flat-iron!)

Elsa, Jack, and I looked at her stunned. Merida barefoot? No big deal. But Merida barefoot in a dress asking Elsa to flatiron her hair and do her make up? That's something to stare at with a mouth wide open. "Whoa," Elsa recovers. "Ok, slow down for a second."

"You're wearing a dress," Jack says, staring at her.

"You want me to flatiron your hair?" Merida nods.

"You're wearing a dress."

"And," a stunned pause. "Makeup?" Merida nods again.

"You're wearing a dress."

"Who are you and what have you done with my real roommate?"

"You're wearing a dress."

"Och aye! aam wearin' a freakin' frock! an' if ye breathe a wuid ay thes tae Hiccup, Ah will kill ye, an' they will ne'er fin' yer body. Gie it, Frost? Serioosly thocht, Esa, aam gonnae thes halloween ceilidh tonecht, an' Ah wanted tae gang aw it. Noo can ye help me ur nae?" (Ok! I'm wearing a freaking dress! And if you breathe a word of this to Hiccup, I will kill you, and they will never find your body. Get it Frost? Seriously though, Elsa, I'm going to this Halloween party tonight, and I wanted to go all out. Now are you going to help me or not?)

Jack swallows, nervously. "You got it, Merida."

"Ok," Elsa says. "I am at your service."

My phone buzzes, alerting me that Kristoff is outside. "Me too, but not now. We need to go get our costumes." I grab my keys, which Peter handed back to me after he left. "You want to come?"

"Ah dornt hae a moment tae loose! Ah hae tae be ready fur thes ceilidh." (I don't have a moment to lose! I have to be ready for this party.)

"Then I'll do your make up at the store. How do you need it done?"

"Mah skin hae to be orange." (My skin has to be orange.)

"Orange?" Merida nods and pulls out a bag of full of make up, mostly orange from her bag.

I toss a pair of shoes at Merida. "Alright, guys," I tell them walking into the hallway. They follow. "Let's costume up."

When we got to the party store, Elsa and Merida sat in the back of the shopping-cart, very crammed together, while Jack and Kristoff alternated who pushed. Elsa got to work painting every inch of exposed skin on Merida orange using different tubes of makeup and orange powder.

The rest of the space in the cart had been filled with fake mustaches, cans of temporary colored hair spray, and clothing paint and dye. We had finished, so me, Kristoff, and Jack, pushing Elsa and Merida moved to stand in the check out line.

"Sorry, cuties," Jack says with a charming grin that could melt any girl's heart. "This is the end of the line." He extends his hand to help Merida out of the cart, and she sends him a scowl and hops out on her own. It's not as intimidating as in normally would be since Elsa hasn't finished the makeup on her face. Jack shrugs it off and does the same for Elsa. "Need a hand?" Elsa accepts the help and climbs out of the cart.

Once Elsa's feet are back on the ground, she does a fake curtsy. "Thanks."

He shrugs. "No prob." he turns to Merida. "See, curly locks? Some people can appreciate help."

Merida mutters something under her breath that Jack and Elsa seem to hear, and the two turn bright red. I shrug at Kristoff's confused look as the employee checks out our items. He tells us our total and I am about to pay when Kristoff pushes my hand down and hands the cashier money.

"It's ok, Kristoff," I tell him trying to make him take back the money.

"I know," he says.

"You really don't have to do that."

"I know, but I want to." And that is all he says on the matter.

On the way to the thrift shop, I ride shot-gun with Merida, Elsa, and Jack sitting in the back in that order. While Elsa gets caught in the middle (literally) of Jack and Merida's bickering, I ask Kristoff, "What are you planning on going as tonight?"

He smiles at me and turns into the next lane. "Promise you won't laugh."

"Sorry, but I can't make any promises when it comes to my laughter."

Kristoff thinks about this. "Ralph from Wreck It Ralph."

I gasp. "No way!" This so exciting! "I love that movie! You're costume is going to be awesome. Why did you think I would laugh?"

"Wreck It Ralph is more of a kid movie."

"So?" I ask him, shrugging. "Kid movies are the best movies." We pull into the parking lot, and Merida and Elsa rush inside to get another cart to continue applying the makeup. Jack rolls his eyes and smiles at them, following. Kristoff and I follow distantly. "I wish I would have known that's what you were going to do."

"Why's that?"

"I would have dressed up with you as Vanellope Von Schweetz," I respond. "It would have worked out since I'm tiny compared to you."

Kristoff falls behind in his walking after I say that. I shrug inwardly. I wonder what's wrong with him...

"Merida!" Elsa yells at her again. "Sit still!" Merida hadn't been able to sit still after the first fifteen minutes of Elsa flat ironing her hair. My sister had worked on it for at least an hour. Hey, I don't blame the girl. I wouldn't be able to do it either.

"Ah cannae help it! Yoo've bin takin' forever!" She whines. (I can't help it! You've been taking forever!)

"If you would just sit still, I'd be done!" Elsa grabs another strip of curly, red hair and uses the flat-iron to straighten the hair. "I'm almost done." Merida groans in response. "Quit whining! Ten more minutes tops."

I check the time. "It better be. Peter will be here soon, and you're not even dressed yet," I tell her, as I continue gluing square patches to my top hat.

Kristoff, who was changing in our bathroom, slowly crept open the door. I snap my head up to watch him as he fully emerges from the bathroom. "What do you think?" he asks me when our eyes meet.

"It's awesome," I pause and look at his hair. "Except for the fact that you're still blonde."

"Yeah," he says like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "I was sort of born that way."

"But Ralph wasn't." I grab a pair of scissors and the temporary brown hair spray. "Come on," I say, walking past him and into the bathroom.

He comes in a closes the door behind him. I grab an old towel from the closet. It already has bleach stains, so a few more brown stains wouldn't do any harm. "Ok," I tell him. "Don't take this the wrong way or anything, but I need you to take off your shirt."

His face turns bright red, and he looks away, embarrassed as he pulls the shirt over his head. "Now," his voice cracks and he clears his throat. "Now what do you need me to do."

I force the blush out of my cheeks, which surprisingly isn't as hard as I thought it would be. What!? This is the second shirtless guy I've seen today. Extremely beautiful shirtless guys and dear glob those are some beautiful abs. "Just lean over the tub while I spray your head." He complies, giving me a perfect view of his back. Oh, and there's the blush.

I shake the can and remove the cap. "Close your eyes," I say, spraying his blonde hair brown. When I finish with that, I hand him his shirt. He puts it on, careful not to get the stuff on his shirt. I grab the scissors. "Stand still."

"What are you going to do with those?"

"Is there fear in that voice of yours?"

"N-no, I just want to make sure you're not going to try cutting my hair." He puts his arms in between us. "You're not going to, right?"

"No, Kristoff. I'm using this on your shirt and overalls." I grab the hem of the sleeve and snip away with the scissors. I also cut off one strap of the overalls. His gaze follows my every movement, and I meet eyes with him. I didn't realize we were so close until now. "You just need one more thing."

"What's that?" Kristoff asks me.

I stand on my tip toes and ruffle his hair up a bit. "You're hair just needed a little messing up."

He laughs and stares deep into my eyes. "Thanks."

"No problem," Suddenly, the air in the room thickens. Tension. But not an angry type. His eyes darken, and he brushes a strand of frizzy hair out of my face and behind my ear. It sends chills down my spine and reddens my cheeks.

"Anna," he starts.

"Yes?"

There is a loud knock on the bathroom door. "It's awfully quiet in there," Jack's voice says from the outside of the door. "I'm coming in there in two seconds. You're clothes better be on!"

"Jack!" Elsa and Merida scold.

I laugh now that the moment is over, and the tension in the room has disappeared. "Come on," I tell him. "I helped you with your costume, now you're going to help me with mine."

He shrugs and gestures to my outfit, which I had changed to a pair of sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt, and my wild hair. "We have a lot of work to do, don't we?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Peter's here!" I call over the music that had someone had put on at some point in our costume making "party".

"Just two more seconds," Elsa yells from the bathroom. She is putting the finishing touches on Merida's face make up.

Jack comes up behind her and pushes the fake mustache on her face. "Come on, Luigi," he teases. "Get your life together."

She rolls her eyes, not even bothering to respond. But the teen is right; Elsa is Luigi and a very good one. Our trip to the thrift store found her and Jack a pair of blue overalls, and a trip to her closet found her the long-sleeved, green undershirt. Her blonde hair had been sprayed with the same stuff I used on Kristoff's hair. Then, it was stuffed into the green hat Jack glued an "L" to. The fake mustache and white gloves were put on thanks to Jack. There are a pair of converse on her feet to finish the outfit.

"Ok, done," Elsa says, turning Merida toward my line of vision.

"Whit dae ye think?" (What do you think?) Merida asks me, self-consciously. Merida's skin is orange, but her face has a large diamond painted in the middle of her forehead. We added a red tool to the top and bottom of her dress to give it the likeness of fire. There is also a large red gem in between the sweetheart neckline of the dress(1). It ends at her knees, and her feet clothed in a pair of red vans. Her hair, now that it is completely flat ironed, reaches past her waist.

"Wow," I tell her, breathlessly.

"Whoa, Merida," Jack says, backing up, so he gets a full view of her. "You look hot."

Hot? Then, it hits me. "You're Flame Princess from Adventure Time!"

"That's th' one." Merida responds. "Thanks for ya help, Elsa." (That's the one. Thanks for your help, Elsa.)

"No problem," Elsa tells her.

Jack stands next to her and puts an arm around her. "Nice work."

"Don't move!" I reach for my phone.

"What?" Jack and Elsa ask at the same time.

"Photo op!" I snap a picture of the two of them. Elsa as Luigi, and Jack, wearing a very similar outfit, look so perfect standing there smiling, with his arm draped over her shoulder. I snap another picture and look at the screen. The only difference in this one is that while Elsa is looking at me with a small smile, Jack is looking down at her.

Maybe... maybe... Nah! Probably just a coincidence.

I glance in the mirror on the back of the door. The hat on top of my head and messy red hair is covered in different squares of patterned fabric and feathers. Kristoff had tied a ribbon around the bottom of my hat in a giant bow. Elsa helped me with my eye make up, which consists of pink eye shadow, blue and yellow eyeliner, dark black mascara, and a dramatic cat eye. I have on a pair of black leggings and leather combat boots with a brown, pink, white, and orange tutu. I kept my black t-shirt on and tied a colorful scarf in a bow around my neck with a brown blazer.

There's a knock on the door. "Hello?" a voice sing-songs from the other side of the wood. Kristoff opens the door, and I am surprised to see Rapunzel and Flynn standing there in a Danny and Sandy costume from the last scene of Grease (2).

"Oh," I say, smugly. "Look who it is?" What!? I have the right to be mad at her.

"Who?" Elsa asks, playing along.

"Judas. Are you here to rub your 40 pieces of silver in my face?"

"Look, Anna, Elsa," she starts. "I'm sorry about selling you out like that, but you have to admit that I had a good reason to!"

I ponder this argument. I did wake her up really early. "You are forgiven," I tell her, and she smiles at me. "But you're still on probation."

Zel shrugs. "I can live with that." She strikes a pose with Flynn and asks, "So, tell me, guys; how do we look?"

"You look amazing," Elsa tells them.

"See, Blondie? I told you we looked good." Flynn says.

"I was talking to Rapunzel, Rider," my sister teases.

He makes a face at her. "You're just jealous."

"O' that lipstick mibbie," Merida says. "Whaur did ye git it?" (Of that lipstick maybe. Where did you get it?)

"Oh, come on!" Flynn exclaims. "I was the one who came up with the costume idea."

"Eugene."

"Ok, fine, Blondie though of it, but I bought them."

"And you did an amazing job," Rapunzel tells him, kissing his nose. She leaves a some of her red lipstick on it, and he wipes it off.

"Zel, not in front of the kids."

I fake gag. "You guys are so gross sometimes."

Flynn laughs, and Rapunzel rolls her eyes. "Some day, little cousin, you to shall understand romance."

Stick my tongue out in fake disgust, I turn my attention to the door, that someone is knocking on. "Must be Peter."

I open the door to see the grinning face of Peter Pan clad in an all green Link costume from the Legend of Zelda. "Mad Hatter," he says, tipping his long hat towards me. "A pleasure to see you."

"Doesn't Link have blonde hair?" I tease, giggling.

He puts his hands over his red hair, shock written all over his face. "Like I would put anything in my precious hair!" Peter looks past me and locks his eyes on Elsa and Jack. "Matching costumes, I see," he says with a chuckle. "The twins are going to be so mad at you two."

"Why?" Jack asks.

"You'll see. Now come on. I left those psychos with my car."

Merida, Jack, Elsa, Flynn, Rapunzel, Peter, and I take the elevator down to the ground floor and walk to the parking lot to meet the other six Lost Boys. Kristoff goes to get his pickup truck.

"Are you kidding me!?" An annoyed voice says from the back seat.

"Seriously!?" His twin brother yells.

Through the backseat window, I can see that Slightly is wearing a fox costume. Shocking. But what is shocking is that Cubby, whom I have never seen without a bear hat on is dressed up, without a hat, as Guy Fieri. Nibs is dressed as a Marine, and little Slightly is dressed up as Waldo in the front seat of the small Toyota Camry. Marmaduke and Binky are wearing Mario and Luigi costumes similar to Elsa and Jack's. I burst into hysteria. This is just to freaking funny. "I can't believe the four of you are all wearing the same costume," I say in between my laughter.

"Well, two of us obviously have to change," Jack says, putting his hands up, in a sassy manner.

Peter chuckles. "No time for that! We've got a party to get to."

Kristoff pulls up and we climb into the truck and its bed. "Let's get this party started!"

(1) Like the episode Flame Princess wore in The Vault of Bones.

(2) I won't apologize. I LOVE Grease! I thought it would be perfect for Rapunzel and Flynn to be wearing it as a couples costume.

Ok... so because I'm kinda sorta terrible at writing party scenes. I might just skip it. It really just depends on what you all want. If I do skip the party scene, it would go straight to Jack, Kristoff, and Anna's enslavement day. Viewer's choice :)

Phoenix I plan on putting you in the winter break chapters. You'll be visiting the school during the week.

Guest Yes, there will be ;)