The next day was a Friday. Elsa entered the Middle School Building behind Hans and Anna, who were walking in front of her like the happy couple they were. She hesitated at the entrance to the cafeteria, but then noticed a group of students chatting away amiably as they walked past her into the hallway, most likely headed to the library. 'It wouldn't hurt to go to the library, maybe I could check out some books!' Elsa thought. She walked away from the cafeteria where Anna and Hans were sitting at a table and followed the group into the school.

The Arendelle Middle Media Center had certainly seen better days. The tables had been in use for years and dust accumulated behind the computers, but it was cozy, and the media specialists were friendly and helpful. The shelves taking up most of the admittedly large room were filled with books of all types. Fantasy, nonfiction, graphic novels, biographies, were all found here among the giant paper machè school supplies that a group of students had made a few years ago and rested on top of the shelves.

Kristoff loved nothing more than to tuck away in a corner with a book he loved and read until the bell rang, but today he was sitting at a table with his friends. They considered themselves as friends, even though the only time they ever hung out was in the library in the mornings. They were just the odd group, the ones who were friends by necessity. In sixth grade, when everybody was rearranging friend groups, they had been the leftovers, bonding together over the fact that they had no other friends. The group had been going strong for years, but today, they were going to add another person to their number.

Elsa walked into the media center and surveyed the people sitting at tables. Her eyes fell on Kristoff and she smiled, glad to see a familiar face. The rest of the people in his group noticed when she sat down beside him. "Everybody, this is Elsa." Kristoff said. "She's my coworker and friend."

"Hi." Elsa said, waving awkwardly.

"Hello," said an Asian guy who had his hair pulled back into a man bun. "My name is Li Shang, but you can just call me Shang. Everybody does."

"Hello," said Elsa.

A slightly grubby looking boy looked up from a book about gorillas. His hair was in dreadlocks that fell down across his back and shoulders. "Hey." He grunted in Elsa's direction, then returned his attention to the book.

"Tarzan doesn't talk much. English isn't his original language." Kristoff said in an apologetic tone.

A nerdy looking boy with glasses and blonde hair walked quickly yet hurriedly out of the nonfiction section with a moderate sized pile of books. He sat down beside Tarzan where a large collection of books and papers was strewn about the table. He didn't look up until Kristoff cleared his throat. "Oh, hey, new person!" He said, holding his hand out for Elsa to shake. "My name's Milo."

"Elsa." she said, shaking his hand.

"Pleased to meet you." He turned back to his books.

"What are you even doing?" asked Shang, picking up the book that he was looking at.

"Studying for the Social Studies test." Milo said pointedly, taking the book back from Shang and searching for his lost place.

"The test isn't until next week." said Kristoff.

"I know." huffed Milo. "I'm just studying in advance."

"Why?" asked Shang with a teasing smile. "Is your 100 in danger of dropping to a 99.9?"

Milo just grunted in an annoyed fashion and went back to his book. The bell rang out, shattering the awkward silence and causing a stampede of students to get up and rush out of the library. Kristoff nudged Elsa. "See you at lunch, ok?"

"Okay." she replied, and they went their separate ways.

Welp, I haven't updated in forever. Sorry. It's hard to find time to write, but I should be updating more frequently because there are less things i have to do after school. Anyway, bye!

-D&ATF :)