New chapter, yay! So sorry about not updating yesterday! By the way, if I don't update regularly (which is every other day) then that means that I was caught up in a bunch of stuff and didn't have time (like this update, sorry for the delay!) Lol, you know you're obsessed with Fanfic when updating your story comes before homework. Anyways, Imma answer a few reviews, and if you are not on here please don't be offended.

Livia Toric: thank you for all of your reviews, I love getting feedback. And there's this thing called time zones, and since it's only 9 45 or something when I usually update, I should probably be asking you that question as well...

Snowman(guest): well, good to know you understand:) and thanks for the suggestions, I might just have an idea planted in my head from them!

Shimmer Shine: well thanks, there goes one way one of them finds out (what, oh, you thought Jack wouldn't be the oblivious oaf he is and actually stop grudging over Elsa and open his eyes? Sorry)

Spinoff: aww, thanks!

gerardienea: first off, I had quite some difficulties with your username, that's hard to remember! and thank you so much, I'm glad that people like you like my story, and that's the point

Krisedge: thank you as well, I shall listen to the song and we shall see...

So who's ready for another chapter?

Kate didn't want to be dragged into this. In fact, she was regretting even have come.

She spent most of the night waiting for the performances and avoiding any and every one. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on where she stood, Kate had already made a bit of a reputation, the Snow Queen, since she was cold to everyone and shut them out. It was better than the Queen of Isolation, like back at her other school.

She never even saw Jack Frost and his gang, but boy did she hear them. While she never caught sight of Jack's laughing and mocking smile or his white flashing hair, she did notice a bunch of girls dancing with a bunch of guys, and she assumed that Jack was among that crowd, so she steered extra clear of that area.

Sometimes, she wondered why she even bothered. It wasn't like she needed to avoid Jack. And it wasn't like he'd even try to talk to someone like her anyways. But, nonetheless, she didn't want to have another spin-out with Jack, so she had to shut him out like everyone else.

"Hello!" Ms. Tooth suddenly called out joyously from the stage. "May I have your attention? Welcome to this year's winter festival..."

She droned on about a list of other things that Kate didn't bother to listen to. The decorations had really taken her breath away. The auditorium was decked out in white snowflakes, glitter, crystals, even an ice sculpture! She began to wonder how rich this school really was.

The snowflakes hanging down from different heights on the ceiling made it feel like it was really snowing. She had to admit, it was pretty impressing. If only she could enjoy it.

Instead, she was stuck freaking out about some stupid performance.

She heard everybody clap, and she looked up to see the stage had dimmed and a figure had stepped onto it, strapping a guitar on. She assumed that it was the one and only Jack Frost.

"So, Frost is performing," a voice said behind her.

"Hiccup!" She greeted, sounding almost relieved. "When did you get here?"

He shrugged. He was wearing a nice jacket, black jeans, and a white button down shirt. His brown hair was forever tussled and his shirt was untucked. He looked very carefree.

Kate was honestly surprised that Hiccup wasn't very popular. He was good looking (in the friend way, he was just and only her best friend), smart, funny, and caring, and yet he was considered a nerd.

She was glad that they were friends though.

Jack started singing a song that was unfamiliar to her, so she didn't listen. He had reverted back to his emotionless tone, and again, no one seemed to notice but Kate.

Instead, she just talked to Hiccup while Jack's fangirls screamed at the stage.

The light show that went along with Jack's performance was giving her a headache, but she tried to ignore it.

"How come you're here early?" Kate asked.

"Thought that you'd be bored," he said.

"Thanks," she replied.

A few more people went after Jack, but Elsa didn't pay attention.

It wasn't until one shout, one word that she never imagined she would ever hear again, made Kate's heart stop.

"Overland!" It screamed. Kate froze.

Overland...

She stopped talking, desperately trying to find who had said that name (or, more importantly, the one who it was directed to). Hiccup followed her through the noisy crowd. Kate slipped through gracefully and unnoticed, but she was in a daze.

She saw one guy dressed in a black, with his hair sleeked back, his skin a sickly pale shade. His dark eyes were and unnatural gold, and his face was contorted in rage. She looked at the person he was talking to, and was dumbfounded to see...

...Jack Frost.

Only, it wasn't Jack Frost. Who she saw standing there was not Jack Frost. True it was Jack Frost with his arrogant smirk and cocky stance, but his hair was brown, just like she remembered.

Overland...

That meant, that meant that Jack Frost...Oh God, he had been here the whole time. But he wasn't the same. No, he would never, he could never...

Overland...

The name ringed in her head. Of course he didn't recognize her. And she most certainly would never have thought...sure, he apparently bleached his hair and had become popular (disgust), but even still. Her Jack, her best friend in the whole world, was here. And he had become the one thing they both had hated most of all.

Jack Overland turned to the one guy who fumed at him. But his eyes went straight to Kate as she slid to the floor.

Hiccup shouted something and caught her, but she didn't hear what.

Ms. Tooth called into the microphone, "And now, please welcome Kate Hope!"

Kate still lay there. She didn't hear anyone. She just looked up and blinked.

She saw all the faces that had gotten to her, and she caught one in particular; Jack.

Was he really...? She couldn't even think straight. She tried to get a grip, she told herself that she was being stupid, she was drawing too much attention to herself, and she had to stop. But she couldn't breathe.

"Kate?" Ms. Tooth said distantly on the stage. She blinked again.

Jack gave her a look that she couldn't see since her head was spinning.

"What, too afraid to get up there? Are you going to go cry" He said in a sneering voice. That brought Kate out of her state.

How could he be so mean? His attitude had been easy to accept when he was Jack Frost (where did the 'Frost' even come from?) but he wasn't Jack Frost anymore. How could she ever ignore him now? Why had she decided to go here? This was a huge mistake. In fact, yes, this whole night had been a mistake, maybe even her whole existence.

Okay, that was a bit rash, but all Kate wanted to do was get the hell out of range of the one person she had always counted on- who obviously had long since moved on.

So she got up, and ran.

~after a couple minutes~

Kate had run out. He had tried very hard not to run after her. That would have given Jasmine and the rest of the girls a heart attack. Kate was probably fine. He approved that she had become fast friends with Hiccup, and wished more than anything that he could hang out with them, but he couldn't throw away everything for one girl he didn't even know.

Hiccup had gone after her, and Jack had to stay put while the performances went on. Ms. Tooth had announced that she would probably go on later. He kept fidgeting with his coat, trying to decide what to do next.

Jasmine came up to him, flirting in a way that made him sick.

He ran a hand through his hair. It had been a daring move to leave his hair unbleached for the night, but he thought why not? Let the old Jack out. He had lost Pitch in the crowd when Kate had run off, thank God. He had dealt with enough crap for the night, and he didn't need to hear whatever Pitch Black was angry at him for who-knows-what.

But, something bothered him. He hated when he had said those words to Kate. They had such a hateful tone. But everyone was expecting it from him. In fact, most people had even looked at him, waiting for him to say something.

He tried not to make it too terrible, but it had all gone wrong.

Sorry Kate, but I can't sacrifice everything I've worked for for some fascination.

What even was his deal with her? He didn't know her, and he was pretty sure she wanted nothing to do with him. He sure wouldn't in her shoes.

He pushed Jasmine roughly away, tired for the night.

"Hello, Jack," a hateful voice said in his ear right before he was decked in the face.

"Pitch! What the hell?" He cried out, turning to face the guy.

"That's for what you did," he said, shaking his hand.

"What did I do this time?" Jack asked, smirking despite his head swimming.

"You know what, Jack."

"No, I really don't." Pitch was always blaming him for something that Jack had never known. They had been enemies since the day they both came here. This wasn't the first black eye Jack would get from Pitch, nor would it be the last.

Fed up with, well, everything, Jack did what he normally didn't do, he turned around and punched Pitch Black.

Everyone gasped. They always were surprised when Jack just shook it off and walked away, no matter what bruising comments Pitch made. But now they had come to expect it. After a while, the crowd began to cheer for Jack.

Pitch had gone sprawling to the floor, but he got up and tackled Jack.

Jack grunted, heaving him off, getting ready for a fight. But, then, he relaxed, shaking his head and evening out his tie.

"Not today, Pitch," he spat, storming out of the auditorium.

Kate had gone to the one place she found solstice in; the practice rooms.

She lay in the corner of her usual room, head between her knees while she tried her hardest not to think about everything that had just happened.

Jack had become such a jerk. She would never have thought that he of all people would become like that. He had always been so nice.

In a way, Kate was glad that she hadn't found out earlier. It would have made it that much harder to not run to Jack, throw her arms around his neck and just stand there hugging him, clinging to her past. Yeah, while he stood there completely baffled, looking at her like she was an idiot.

She sniffed, close to tears. But, she pulled herself together, regained her sanity, and went to the bench.

She slid her hands over the smooth keys, smiling to herself. She was glad that Hiccup hadn't caught up with her. He was sure to find her in time, but for now, all she had was an empty room and a piano. Just the way she liked it.

She found the tune, and began to sing.

You shout it out

But I can't hear a word you say

I'm talking loud, not saying much

She smiles in irony at the words. Jack had been there the whole time. She had even looked for him. But there he was, in the devil form of Jack Frost. That bastard. Kate always felt the need to hide. She wanted to say things, and her isolation nearly screamed secrecy to her, but no one else seemed to care.

I'm criticized

But all your bullets ricochet

Shoot me down, but I get up

If Jack was going to continue to bully her with some mean words, he would have to do better than that to take Kate down. She had been to hell and back and wasn't going to let n old friend get in her way. Even if that friend had been the world to her.

I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose

Fire away, fire away

Ricochet, you take your aim

Fire away, fire away

You shoot me down, but I won't fall

I am titanium

You shoot me down, but I won't fall

I am titanium

Yeah. Jack would have to do much better if he wanted to bring Kate down. She was strong, she'd survive; she was titanium.

Cut me down

But it's you who'll have further to fall

Ghost town and haunted luck

Raise your voice

Sticks and stones may break my bones

I'm talking loud, not saying much

I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose

Fire away, fire away

Ricochet, you take your aim

Fire away, fire away

You shoot me down, but I won't fall

I am titanium

You shoot me down

But I won't fall

I am titanium

Stone-hard, machine gun

Firing at the ones who run

Stone-hard, as bulletproof glass

You shoot me down, but I won't fall

I am titanium

You shoot em down, but I wont fall

I am titanium

You shoot me down, but I won't fall

I am titanium

You shoot me down, but I won't fall

I am titanium

Kate wanted to break down in sobs right then, but she'd never done that before and she wasn't about to start. Conceal, don't feel.

I am titanium! She concluded, much slower with just one final chord. She let the notes ring out and fade away, bringing her hands to her lap.

She heard slow clapping behind her, and jumped. Hiccup must have found her already, Oh no, she hoped she wasn't too loud!

But, when she turned, she found Jack.

"W-what are doing?" Kate choked out.

"Well, needed a place to let off steam, looks like we had the same idea." He said easily.

She glared at him. "We have nothing in common." She said hastily. At least, not anymore...

No. Didn't I just say conceal, don't feel? Get it together Kate!

He held up his hands in mocking surrender. But then, he gasped and almost fell.

"Oh my gosh are you okay?" She rushed to him, the nice side of her getting the better of her.

"Yeah, fine," he said sarcastically. When he moved his hand, she saw that he had a large black eye forming.

She gasped. "When did that happen?"

"Uh, after you left?" He responded.

She dropped his arm when he said that, suddenly remembering why she was here in the first place.

Because he's a jerk and doesn't deserve her pity.

"You-you should go." She said, getting up and closing the piano.

"Why? By the way, you sound amazing," he said. She turned red, but looked away, thankful for the darkness.

"Um, thank-thank you," she muttered quietly.

He got up, coming over to the piano, running his hand along he smooth surface. He had a sad and forlorn gaze in his eyes.

Even though he had just said those awful things to her (okay, maybe they weren't that bad, but they were still terrible, especially since they came from his mouth) she felt interested in the story behind his gaze.

"It's been a while since I played," he whispered softly. Just then, he sounded so lost and alone, that Kate almost cringed.

"Didn't you just play tonight?" She said, trying to lift his mood. He was always so carefree, even way back when he had been the shy little scrawny kid in the corner, it was a bit unnerving to see him like this.

"I mean the piano," he laughed somberly. "Did you hear what Pitch called me?"

She shook her head, unsure of who Pitch was.

"He was that guy there. He yelled out 'Overland.'" Oh. So that's who...never mind. But even hearing his last name was like a slap in Kate's face. She tried to breathe as he continued. "Overland's my real last name. Frost is the name of my step dad."

So his mom had gotten remarried. And no wonder Jack went by Frost. She remembered how much he had hated his father. It sounded like this new addition to his family was a good one. She wanted to ask about his sister, Jilli, but she had decided that Jack should not know Kate's real background. She hadn't planned on telling her Jack when she had got to Burgess and didn't plan on it now.

"I don't even know why I'm telling you this. You probably hate me for what I said, sorry about that, by the way."

"I don't hate you," she argued, finding, much to her surprise, that the words coming from her mouth was true. She could never hate Jack, even if she told herself that she did.

"That's another thing, you can't just be mad, yell at me, hit me, do something!" He groaned and turned away.

"Uh, sorry?"

"No, no, I should be the one who's sorry. I really am, you know, for what I said. It's kind of expected from me."

"Then why don't just do the unexpected? Actually, probably because you're Jack O-I mean, er, Frost, and you always do the expected." She said, sighing and sliding down the wall.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He huffed playfully.

"Well, right now, I expect you to find an excuse and leave, and actually, I'd rather you do that, I kind of came here for a reason, you know."

He laughed at that. "Well, then, just to prove you wrong," he said, sliding down next to Kate, ignoring her shocked face.

"Well, we wouldn't want the famous Jack Frost to lose his reputation, now, would we?" Kate muttered.

"So you do have a sense of humor!" He exclaimed, smiling. God, how she had missed that smile. And, just for her, it wasn't the fake one she saw him use in school, it was a real, genuine smile from 'before.'

"I actually wasn't joking, you should leave," she tried, putting on a teasing smile.

"Wow, two in the same minute! This has to be a record," he kept going on.

She smiled, pushing his shoulder. It felt like old times. Just her and Jack, talking and teasing each other, waiting for Anna to be able to come outside and play...

Suddenly, she heard a crash, but Jack didn't move. The crash came from inside her, in her memory.

"Elsa!" Shrieked a young and terrified voice.

Kate was swept in a wave of vertigo as she subconsciously felt the sickening crunch of the car as it rolled over, caving completely in on eleven-year-old Anna.

"No!" Kate cried loudly, standing up suddenly.

"Sorry, uh, did I do something?" Jack asked awkwardly, standing up as well.

"What? No, sorry, I just, I have to go. Ms. Tooth wanted me to perform and I should probably..." She didn't wait to finish. She just gathered the skirt of her dress and rushed out of the practice room.

She couldn't slip up like that. She had left everything behind for a reason. And that reason became the very thing she depended on. She couldn't let it all go just for Jack.

But boy was her life about to get a heck of a lot harder now that she knew.

Phew! Long chapter! I won't complain though, I owe my faithful readers one for not updating yesterday (again, so sorry!) And if it felt a little rushed when she found out about Jack, it was supposed to be! It was a big surprise for her and, believe or not, not everything in life happens with a big crash and boom type of dramatic-ness! (But seriously, I think it would do me good if I found out if that is actually a real word or not. And if it isn't, which it probably isn't, oh well, real words are overrated. Dasjfhfbu) Well, catch you tomorrow! Review to let me know what you think, please!