Hello everyone and Merry early Christmas! I hope you enjoy this chapter. It's a little more comedic than usual, so hopefully you're all laughing as much as I was writing this XD Well without further ado, here is the twenty fifth (holy crap! Has it really been 25 chapters? Craaaaaazy, right?) chapter of Walney High.

Anna's POV

"Has anyone seen Elsa?" I ask as Olaf and I get closer to the bench our friends are sitting at.

Flynn is sitting on the edge with his arm around Zel's shoulder. Stupid couple-y actions. Hiccup is standing in front of the middle of the bench facing the three on the bench with one foot propped up on the wood. Merida is sitting on the other end of the bench. She is resting on the back of the wooden bench with her feet on the part her butt should be. In between her legs are two bookbags in front of her. One is hers and the other is a solid black with random gray patches that I've never seen before.

"No I haven't seen her since lunch," Zel says.

"She wasn't in last period either," Hiccup adds.

"Hmmm..." I think very hard about about where Elsa could possibly be. "Wait. She wasn't in class?" Hiccup shakes his head. "What about the period before that?"

"Mer, would know," he says, nodding his head towards Merida.

She snaps her head back up at the sound of her name. "What would I know now?" Hiccup glares at her, annoyed that she'd been spacing out the entire time. "What? It's not my fault! I've thinking about what I'm going to do to this bad boy," she kicks the black bag. "I'm think pink and glittery. What do you think?"

"Focus! Elsa, your roommate, have you seen her?"

"Let me think for a second," she looks up in thought. "Nope. Haven't seen her since lunch."

She wasn't in class? Did she get called out to talk about what happened? Nah. That seems stupid. They'd pull out Hiccup or Merida before Elsa. But what if she left on her own. INTERNAL GASP! WHAT IF SHE CUT CLASS!?

"Who's bookbag?" Olaf says pointing at the black bag.

Merida gets an evil gleam in her eyes and her lips move into a smirk. "Pitch Black's."

"Wait. What? How did you even manage to get that?" I ask, forgetting about Elsa for a minute.

"Remember when I ran off in the lunchroom? The idiot didn't get the chance to grab it before going to the nurse, and his so called friends didn't have the decency to grab it like you and Olaf did. Now I'm going to the right thing and return it, but not before doing terrible, terrible things to it."

Flynn lets out a hearty laugh. "Such as?"

"I'm thinking pink. Lots and lots of pink. And a trip to the lost and found is order."

"Ha, ha, nice!"

"Can we return to the subject of my missing sister?" I ask somewhat frantically.

"Anna," Rapunzel says. "I'm sure wherever Elsa is she's fine."

"She could be getting eaten by a native tiger!"

"There are no tigers anywhere near campus," Hiccup states, matter of factly.

"She could be at the bottom of the ocean with an anchor tied to her ankle!"

"The nearest ocean is at least a five hour drive."

"What is she was kidnapped by a band of forty thieves and is being held above a pool of sharks and-and" Rapunzel's hand covering my mouth ends my stream of rambling.

"Whoa, turn the craziness, cousin. Elsa, is a big girl now. She can take care of any tigers, anchors, or thieves. Plus," she waves a phone in front of my eyes. "She never leaves her dorm without her phone. Have you tried calling her yet?"

I pause. Oh yeah... Mobile devices do exist. "You know... I was just about to..." Hiccup and Olaf share a laugh. I pull out my phone, sending a glare in their generation. I send Elsa a quick text. 'Where did you go after lunch?'

"Well," Merida says, roughly gripping the bag. "I'm off to the craft store. Anyone care to join me?"

Olaf puts his hands up. "Pitch has been a complete bully to me, but vandalism I am not going to give him another reason be a jerk. Have fun though."

"You sure Olaf?"

"Yeah, I have a math test to study for anyway, but we can all go to dinner together later."

"Sounds like a plan," I reply smiling.

"Then I will catch up with you guys later," he says, beginning to move away from the bench. "Stay amazing until then!" We wave after his departing figure.

"Me and Flynn are actually going to try to catch a movie," Rapunzel says, standing from the bench.

Flynn checks the time on his watch. "We should actually get going," he turns his brown eyes to Zel and offers her his hand. "Ready, babe?"

She takes it smiling, intertwining their fingers. "Ready. We'll see you guys later."

After they depart from us, Merida turns to me and Hiccup. "What about you two?"

I shrug. "What the hay? I love some good old fashion revenge." We both turn to stare at Hiccup.

"No, no, no, no, no. I want no part in your vandalism."

Merida thugs at his arm. "Come on Hiccup. It'll be fun!"

"Doubt it."

"Do you have something better to be doing?" She asks with a raised eyebrow.

He glares at her. "As a matter of fact, I do."

"Stalking Astrid is not an appropriate pastime, Hiccup."

"Why do our conversations always go back to this?"

"Because as your friend, I am obligated to let you know that the obsession is unhealthy."

"It's not an obsession!"

"Then what are you going to go do?"

He mumbles something.

"What was that? Speak up."

"I'm gonna watch football practice," he mumbles a little louder. Merida gives him a pointed look. "In case you forgot, I am friends with some of the people on that team."

She rolls her eyes. "Friends, Hiccup? It has nothing to do with Ast-"

"FINE! I'LL FREAKING HELP!"

Merida looks at me and smiles. "Works everytime."

I laugh at their exchange. "Alright, which way to the nearest craft store?"

"We have enough glitter and paint to make a parade float. Let's do this!" Merida cries, while putting a cut garbage bag down on our workspace.

Hiccup sighs. "Pass me the notebooks."

"That's the spirit," Merida says with a large smile. She rummages through the bookbag for a moment before withdrawing a couple of black notebooks.

We spend the next hour or so spray painting all of the covers of Pitch's folders and notebooks bright pink, applying glitter in different swirls and patterns to his school supplies, and of course replacing the ink of every one of his pens with some more florescent shades of pink, blue, purple, and green. Merida treats that bookbag like her child and won't let us look at her work until it's done.

"Crap!" Hiccup yells at some point during our work time. I turn to see at what the poor teen has done to himself and laugh at the display before. Hiccup is sitting crossed legged on Merida's area rug. He has a container flipped over, suspended in the air by his left hand while the right one grips the lid. There is a mountain of glitter in the space between his legs and covering the front of his gray t-shirt and jeans. His expression is priceless.

"How did you even do that," I manage between my uncontrolable laughter.

Merida turns and sighs, "What the hell, Hiccup?" She closes her eyes and puts a hand over her face in disappointment. "How the hell did you even manage to do that?"

"Mer, I am so-" he snorts before he can even finish his sentence then begins to laugh. It starts off as a small chuckle, but it quickly turns into a loud whoop of hysteria. He laughs so hard that he clutches his stomach and leans forward into the glitter pile in his lap.

"What is so funny?" I look at her and nearly loose my chips. My hand covers my mouth to hold in the laughter.

I take a deep breath and force the giggles down. "Your- your face, Merida."

"Oh, ha ha. Real mature."

"No seriously. Your face," I point to it, and that is when my laughter comes.

Merida's face, or at least where her hand touched it, is pink. That's right ladies and gentlemen. Merida Bear has a pink handprint covering the middle of her face. And it, and the fact that Hiccup is covered in glitter, is the funniest thing to happen all day.

"What? What are you two laughing at?" Her confusion makes it 70% funnier. "What's wrong with my face?" She reaches into her pocket pulls out her phone, gazing into the reflection produced by the front facing camera. "Oh."

I am nearly screeching, and Hiccup is no better. I am laughing so hard that I fall over... directly into Hiccup's lap... or more specifically the mountain of glitter in his lap. This makes Merida join in in our laughter and intensifies Hiccup's laughing.

"Ow, ow," Hiccup says, gripping his stomach. "No more! Please! No more!"

We try calming down our laughs, and after a few *cough* hundred *cough* tries it works. Merida looks at us seriously. I have yet to move from my position in a pile of glitter in fear that the glitter that is sure to stick to my hair will go anywhere but the garbage bag. "You two are going to make sure every piece of glitter gets picked up."

"Merida, we both know that is impossible. Glitter is like the herpes of the craft world; you can never get rid of it."

"Well, then, you sure are going to try your hardest," she finishes with a glare.

"I'm sorry, Mer. But it's really hard to take you seriously with that paint on your face." This makes me snort.

"He's got a point," I chime in.

She sighs and stands up, dusting off any lingering glitter from her clothes and hands over the plastic on the ground. Merida walks into the joining bathroom, and we hear the sink tap turn on.

"Hiccup," I say. He looks down into my eyes. "Can you help me get as little glitter on the carpet as possible. i'd hate to invoke the raw fury of the pink Bear."

"I heard that," she yells from the bathroom, over the running sink.

Hiccup snorts. "Not much I can do without getting the glitter in my lap all over the carpet."

We somehow manage to get my head hovering above the plastic without upgrading Merida's rug. She emerges from the bathroom no longer pink. "Can you help?"

She sighs. "Yeah, but you're going to need to stand up first." I reposition myself and stand very slowly. My head hangs down to keep the glitter from hitting my clothe or getting anywhere else. "How did we even manage to become such messes?"

"Hiccup," I say simply as Merida starts dusting off the glitter from my braided hair. My hands join her to make the process faster.

"It was an accident," Hiccup whines.

"Tell it to my rug!"

"It was an accident," he repeats.

"You're an idiot."

"Thank you."

When my hair is finally rid of glitter, or at least as much that will come out without me scrubbing my scalp with shampoo at least 20 times, we move on to help Hiccup scoop glitter back into the jar. I sigh, looking at the small pink specks sticking to my palms and lodged under my fingernails. "Glitter sucks."

Hiccup snorts. "You could say that again."

"Yeah, but just think of Pitch's reaction to it. He'll have to touch the surfaces everyday and everyday the glitter will get everywhere. It's a very small revenge, and I'd much rather bash his stupid face in with a hammer, but it will do just fine." She claps her hands together to get rid of any remains from her hands then grabs what I assume is Pitch's bag. "Look at my masterpiece," she states proudly holding up the bag.

The once solid black material is now bright pink, and the straps have been painted to match. Gray patches are replaced with stitched patterns in glittery pink hues, one of them is even a unicorn. But the bast part of all has to be the fact that Merida has sewn on a pair of wings to the back of the bag, so when someone is wearing the bag, the wings stick out. And their not tiny wings either. Oh, no, no, no, no. Merida went all out. They go out almost an entire arms length and have feathers of different pinks and purples poking from all angles.

"Merida," I say. "That is a piece of art!"

"That's one way to describe it," Hiccup replies sarcastically.

The redhead glares at him. "This is my best work yet! Don't insult it!"

"Wait. You've done this before?"

She points at one of her embroidered pillows and stuffed bear. "Who do you think did that?"

"You made that?"

"Yup."

"But, but how?"

"Well, it's kind of a, er, requirement if you're a girl in my family." Hiccup mutters something, and Merida punches his arm with all her might. "Shut it," she threatens with bared teeth.

Whoa. What just happened? What's with the sudden hostility? I don't understand! "Why? What did he-"

"It was nothing," Hiccup says, looking at me. Then back to Merida. "Sorry."

She waves her hand. "Already over it. That glitter, on the other hand, could end out friendship if it stays in my carpet."

"I'll go get a vacuum," Hiccup answers, getting up after screwing the lid on the glitter container. He dusts the glitter off of his jeans and t-shirt over the growing pile of glitter on the trash bag. "Be back in a couple minutes." He turns to open the door only to be hit with the swinging wood. The collision sends him reeling backwards trying to regain some kind of balance and failing miserably. Hiccup trips over the jar he left on the floor and falls onto the garbage can. "Oh come on!"

"I am so sorry," a worried voice says from the other side of the door. Elsa enters the room from the hallway and takes in the sight before her. "What is going on in here?"

"Pay back," Merida replies, standing up to help Hiccup up from the floor.

She clears her throat. "It looks messy."

"Elsa," I speak up. "Where have you been? I couldn't find you after school. None of us could."

My sister tosses her bookbag on the bed, careful to avoid any visible glitter. "I didn't really go back to school after lunch."

I am dumbfounded by this. Sure, the idea of Elsa cutting class crossed my mind, but I never would have believed it before today! "You skipped class? Where have you been?"

"With Jack," she answers like it is the most obvious answer in the world. "We, uh, got some lunch after he came out of the nurses office." Elsa begins moving through the room, first to her bathroom to retouch her makeup, which never happens. Ever. Then, reapplying deodorant and perfume, which only happens when she's nervous or knows she will be. She moves to the trunk at the edge of the bed and pulls out her blue purse. The entire time Hiccup's, Merida's, and my eyes follow her, waiting for her to continue explaining what is going on. She catches us staring. "What?"

"What do you mean what? You disappeared for hours and all you have to say is I was with Jack?"

"That's all that happened, Anna." She begins rummaging through her bag, pulling out her wallet, keys, chapstick, and gum.

I gesture to her actions. "Now what are you doing?" Hiccup and Merida follow our conversation with their heads, silent.

"Out."

"Where?"

"With Jack."

"Like a date?"

"No."

"Then what is it?"

She mumbles something. Again with the freaking mumbling! First Hiccup and whatever that thing was with Merida and now Elsa? If you have something to say, just say it people!

"You're just gonna disappear for a couple of hours and skip dinner just like class?"

"Yes," her response comes with a sigh.

"With Jack."

"It's not like that."

"Really? Because that sounds a little suspicious to me."

"It's not just me and Jack going."

"Then who else, Elsa? His two best friends are right here, and I doubt their about to ditch me after our shared glitter memories. So who else is going?"

"People."

"People?"

"Yeah."

"Oh glob. You're joining a gang aren't you?"

"What? Anna I'm not-"

"Elsa! You saw what happened to Flynn!"

"It's not at all-"

"Why would you do that to yourself!? You're supposed to be the smart one!"

"I am not joining a-"

"The first step is admitting you have a-"

"Anna," she interrupt, then takes a deep breath before saying, "I'm going to dinner with Jack."

Merida and Hiccup look just as surprised as I feel from what I can see from the corner of my eye. "So it is a date?"

"No. His family offered to-"

"His family!?"

"Wait," Merida and Hiccup say in unison. "The Guardians are here!?" That's creepy.

Then we all start talking at once. It's chaotic and hellish, and each of us increases our volume with each word to be heard over the others. "Jack actually introduced you to them-" "That's bull!" "It took me four months-" "His family, Elsa!?" "to even meet Sandy!" "Maybe he does-" "And he's still on that silent-" "You skipped class to meet-" "Why wouldn't he tell me!?" "I'm going to destroy-" "HIS FAMILY ELSA!?" "THIS IS COMPLETE AND UTTER HORSE SH-" "THEY DIDN'T EVEN COME TO-" "DOES ZEL-" "WHY GLOB WHY-" "YOU SAID IT WASN'T A DATE-"

That's when none other than Jackson Frost decides to come to through the door. "Elsa, what's taking so- oh, sh-" And he is bombarded by the three of us.

"JACKSON FROST WHAT THE FU-" "YOU WEREN'T EVEN GOING TO BRING THEM TO SAY-" "YOU INTRODUCED HER TO-" "YOU HAVEN'T EVEN BEEN ON A DATE AND SHE KNOWS YOUR-" "WHERE ARE THE-" "NO INVITE, JACKSON?" "RUDE AS HELL!" "THAT'S MY SISTER JACK AND YOU JUST LET HER SKIP CLASS LIKE-" "YOUR FACE JACK!" "I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE THAT-" "YOU CAN'T TAKE HER OUT LOOKING LIKE THAT!" "MY SISTER, JACK! YOUR FAMILY!?"

"SHUT UP FOR A SECOND!" Elsa yells over all of us.

We do shut up, but very unhappily. Arms crossed and pouting.

"After the fight, Elias called Jack's family-"

"The Guardians," Hiccup and Merida mutter together.

"And I just happened to be there when they found Jack. North invited me to have dinner with them, and it seemed rude to say no."

"Did Bunny beat the crap out of you?" Merida asks. Jack just nods. This satisfied the teen and she snorts.

Hiccup looks at Jack and points at Elsa. "How come she's on a nickname basis with North and I have to call him, Mister."

"Honestly," Jack responds. "I think he likes her more than you." Hiccup grumbles at this. "Any more questions?"

"No invite?" Merida ask.

The white haired teen shakes his head. "North's orders."

"Does your face hurt?"

"Not as much as it did earlier."

"So if I-"

"Hiccup! No. OW!" Jack dodged to avoid Hiccup's poke to the bruise and right into Merida's finger waiting on the other side. "Why do you two suck so much!?"

"It's in the best friends handbook."

"Anymore non-painful questions?" I raise my hand."Yes, Anna."

"What the actual hell?" I ask putting my arm down. "First date already with the parents? Look Elsa, I know it's been a while since you were on an actual date, but isn't that extremely awkward/old school? And Jack, really? Couldn't have taken her to a movie or something? Might as well get down on one knee and propose now."

Jack and Elsa's cheeks visibly turn redder. "Anna, please stop," Elsa begs. "It's not a date. It's more of a getting to know you with Jack's family."

"Satisfied?"

Hiccup speaks up, "Can we not go say hi before you go on your date?"

"I don't know why you insist on it every time."

"Because they're awesome!"

"They're waiting out-" Hiccup and Merida sprint out the door and what I assume is outside. "side. Any other questions, Anna?"

I shake my head. "No, I am satisfied. Take care of my sister, or I will shave your head. And have fun at your getting to know you, Elsa."

"Good," Jack says with one of his famous smiles. "Because I have a question: what the hell is going on in here," he gestures to the mess of pink and sparkles.

A smile spreads to my face and I pick up Merida's handiwork. "What's wrong, Jack? You don't recognize Pitch's backpack?"

His mouth hangs open as Elsa sighs and looks up. "Please tell me you didn't."

"Oh, but we did."

"That is-"

Jack interrupts, "Beautiful! I only wish I was there to see his face when he gets it back."

"Please don't encourage her," Elsa tells him.

"I can't help it. That bag is a thing of beautiful revenge."

She rolls her eyes. "Come on, I don't want to keep your family waiting any longer for me."

"Shall we?" He questions, offering her an arm.

"We shall," she answers looping her arm through his. "I'll see you later, Anna."

I wave to them. "Yeah, you two have fun, and I'll try to get a picture of Pitch's face for you, Jack."

"Much obliged," he tips an invisible hat at me as the two exit the room arm in arm.

Once they are gone, I step up to the window to see if I can spot Jack's family. There are a couple of cars in front of the dorms, but only one of them has a Merida and Hiccup leaning into the windows. Bingo. I can't see any of the people within the car, but I do see Elsa and Jack when they come out from the entrance. Hiccup and Mer take their time saying their goodbyes and wave at the car as it drives away before walking into the building again.

I really do hope Elsa has a good time. She needs it, and Jack really does seem to care for her. Sure, the skipping school thing left a lot of questions, but they can get answered later. For now, I can focus on getting Pitch's pink belongings back to him and figuring out what I'm going to do until Zel gets back from her stupid date and we go to dinner as a group. Lightbulb!

You busy? My fingers quickly type into a text message.

The response is almost instant. No.

Perfect.

Oh no. What is Anna planning? And how will Elsa's date- er- "getting to know you" go? And what exactly did Hiccup say to piss Merida off? Find out in the next chapter of Walney High :)