Chapter 2

Anna stood in front of her locker, looking at her face in her small mirror. Rapunzel stood beside her, adjusting her short brunette pixie cut. The girls still had five minutes to spare before the bell and the last place they wanted to be was in the laboratory. All around them, the hallways were bustling with students who were talking, hanging out by their lockers, or heading to class.

"So I ran into Elsa today." Anna spoke up as she applied her mascara.

Rapunzel smiled. "That's nice."

"Yeah, it would've been. It's just that she wore such a plain outfit! I don't know what's wrong with her! We used to be so close and now it's like all she wants to do is shut me out!" Anna exclaimed. "I give up! Did you know she rejected that adorable midriff top I bought her the other day? She says it was too slutty for her taste!"

"Maybe she just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, I'm sure she'll cool down." Rapunzel admitted.

Anna sighed and closed her locker. "Maybe you're right. C'mon let's go to class!" the strawberry blonde perked up and began to hurry down the hallway. Why worry about her depressed anti-social sister? She'd let Elsa remain miserable if she wanted to.

Yet the moment Anna began to bound down the hallway, she suddenly flew back as a locker door slammed right into her face.

"Whoa!" Anna squealed and fell back right into the approaching janitor's cart. The smelly mop fell on her face and she fell right into the mop bucket (which luckily had no water). Startled, Anna gasped as the smelly mop fell on her face.

"Hey!" she snapped, lifting the smelly rag from her face. The moment Anna pushed the mop away though, her scowl froze and she gasped.

"I'm so sorry are you hurt?" the boy who hit her asked.

Anna blinked. He was tall, and certainly handsome with auburn hair and dreamy eyes that were twice their size at the moment as they glanced down at her. Not to mention that he definitely had nice cheekbones and pearly white teeth.

"Hey, I-ya, no. No. I'm okay." Anna stammered.

"Are you sure?" he asked, still concerned as he closed his locker and stepped over to her.

"Yeah, I just wasn't looking where I was going. But I'm okay." Anna assured. Her smile widened as the boy's frown disappeared. "I'm great actually."

The boy smiled and Anna felt her heart swoon. No one should be this gorgeous. "Oh, thank goodness." he said and offered a hand.

Anna took it gladly and he helped her up. They shared a silent, gazed moment before the auburn finally broke the silence. "I'm Hans Westergaard."

"Anna Northland." Anna curtsied with a sweet smile.

"Anna Northland?" Hans was about to continue when all of a sudden a rushing student ran past Anna, knocking her over on her feet and causing her to fall back against the cart. Hans reached out and grabbed her yet he fell forward with her.

"Hi again!" Anna giggled, her cheeks flushing rosy red. "Ha. This is awkward. Not you're awkward, but just because we're- I'm awkward. You're gorgeous. Wait, what?" Anna blushed as Hans helped her up.

"I'd like to formally apologize for hitting you with my locker and for every moment after." Hans apologized, stroking down his clothes.

"No. No-no. It's fine. I mean, if you'd hit my sister Elsa, that would be- yeash! All hell would break loose! But lucky you it's just me." Anna shrugged and fumbled with one of her braids.

Hans crossed his arms and leaned into his locker, suddenly amused. "Wait so you're actually related to…." his voice was suddenly drowned as the final bell pierced through the hallways.

"Crap! The bell! Biology! I-I-I better go. I have to…I better go!" grabbing her bag and books, Anna began to walk away, still watching Hans.

"Bye!" she waved and darted away before Hans could see the blush that took over her cheeks.

With a shake of his head, Hans smirked and turned the other way towards his English class.

"Okay mates I want all of you to take out your Fitzgerald readings!" Mr. Aster ordered loudly.

Tall, army buff, and a pure Australian with a loud voice and good comebacks, Mr. Aster was not a teacher to mess around with. He was a muscular tall man with graying hair and a scowling look on his face. The rest of the class groaned and followed orders and soon enough the sound of books slapping on desks filled the air. Seated in the middle row, Elsa let out a sigh and plopped her own book on her desk. Leaning back into her seat, she began to play with the snowflake pendant hanging around her neck.

"Alright so getting back to The Great Gatsby. Let's go around and share thoughts on it." Mr. Aster looked around and noticed Snow White raise her hand.

"Snow?"

"It was sooo romantic." she sighed dreamily.

"Okay how?" Mr. Aster asked with a arch of his bushed brow.

Elsa rolled her eyes and shot up her hand. When Mr. Aster didn't respond, she decided to speak.

"Obviously half of the readers don't even think about the reality of the situations. First of all…explain the romance! Sure Gatsby has a major cliché crush on Daisy, but can't you see that Daisy is just using him? Like a majorty of today's girls and boys she's only going to ditch the nice and worthy for those with the diamond dicks and tits! I mean didn't you all read the ending? And instead of gushing over Daisy and Gatsby, why not listen to Nick - the real voice of reason and truth!" Elsa exclaimed.

The rest of the class groaned in response.

"Well I…" Snow blushed bright red as her lips.

"And what can you possibly know about love Icy?"

Elsa felt her blood start to boil as she slowly turned around and shot Hans Westerguard a death glare that would make a baby cry. Hans starred back at her with an haughty expression on his face.

"Settle down Prince Charming, we don't need Coach North here again. Anyone else?" Mr. Aster murmured.

"Prince Charming indeed. Tell me Mr. Westergaard did you ever go back and count the number of conquests you had over the past four years? I think you hold record. Congratulations! Do you want to pick up your Golden Dick Award after class?" Elsa snickered.

"At least I'm not an icy old hag with no friends." Hans chortled.

"Okay mates I think that's…" Mr. Aster's voice was cut off when the door opened and Jack Frost came in, his music blasting from his earphones.

Stopping at the door, he flashed the rest of the class and Mr. Aster a surprised glance. Elsa rolled her eyes. Could this day be any more irritating?

"What did I miss?" Jack asked, taking his earphones out.

Elsa smirked and turned to face him. "The truths and secrets of the assholes that we are forced to sit next to. We were just starting with you."

"Great, carry on." Jack chuckled. And with that he turned and left the classroom as quickly as he came in.

Mr. Aster's face reddened. "Hey get your ass back here!"

"Mr. Aster sir can you please excuse Ms. Northland from today's class? Clearly it looks like she's forgot to take her Midol this morning." Hans mocked with a smirk.

The rest of the class snickered and a fuming Elsa slumped in her chair.

Mr. Aster, on the other hand, scowled."Someday you're gonna get bitch slapped across that pretty little face of yours and I'm not gonna do a thing about it."

Ignoring Hans's frown, Mr. Aster then turned to Elsa. "And Elsa, I want to thank you for your point-of-view."

Elsa smiled to herself and picked up her pen. "Thanks Mr. Aster but I…"

"And I know how difficult it must be for you to overcome all those years of upper-middle class suburban oppression. It's gotta be tough mate."

Elsa looked surprised. "Um I…"

"But the next time you go around and storm the PTA fighting for better desserts, or whatever it is that you American girls complain about, ask them why they can't find a damned Australian writer!" Mr. Aster snapped.

"Mr. Aster I think…" Elsa protested.

"I have a better idea. How about you go cool down and talk to Ms. Gothel? Oh and why don't you go fetch Frost while you're at it." Mr. Aster suggested, trying to stay calm.

Hans smirked victoriously and Elsa's face turned into a deeper shade of red than it already was. All that was missing was the steam from her ears. The boy who sat behind her quickly pushed his seat back, bumping into Hans' desk.

"Good idea Mr. Aster, maybe she can talk about her loveless life with the school's desperate writer." Hans chuckled.

"Fine! This class was getting worse by the minute anyway!" Elsa snapped.

Grabbing her books and bag, she stood up and began to storm out of the classroom. As she passed Hans, she carelessly smacked her bag against his handsome face.

"Hey!"

"If you want to keep the girls coming, why don't you go shave those squirrels off your face?" Elsa shot back as the door slammed behind her.

In the empty hallway, Anna was standing beside her locker and getting out her notebook when she heard a pair of angry footsteps come her way. She turned around and sure enough she noticed the platinum blonde walking towards her, her face still flushed and her steps loud.

"Elsa? Where are you going? What happened?" she exclaimed.

"I was called to the secretary." Elsa huffed.

Anna groaned and fell back against her locker. "What did you do this time?"

"I told a certain jerk he needed a facial trim." her sister answered simply. Brushing past Anna, Elsa continued on.

As she turned around the corner, Anna only shook her head in pity.

Why me?

In no time Elsa sat in Ms. Gothel's office with her bag on her lap and her eyes wandering around the office. She tried hard not to gag at the numerous pictures of a shirtless Brad Pitt, Arnold Schwarzenegger, and the most recently added Henry Cavil, who Elsa presumed was Gothel's number one choice for the upcoming Fifty Shades of Gray movie.

"So Miss. Northland, I'm certainly glad to see you in here." Ms. Gothel admitted as she walked in.

Elsa gave her a crude smile in return. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"What are you in here for? Wait let me guess...you wanted to get Mr. Aster fuming again. And it's not even lunchtime." Ms. Gothel chuckled and sat down in her chair.

"I was just expressing my opinion on Mr. Westergaard's hobbies. Nothing more." Elsa assured her.

"So you were bullying him? Well Elsa I don't know about you but I see bullying as an offensive act in this school, especially towards such men like...Hans." Ms. Gothel whispered, placing a hand on her heart dreamily.

Elsa could only stare in disbelief. Do I want to know?

"The point is Elsa…..the whole school finds you somewhat…." the secretary tapped her chin and leaned back in her seat.

"Tempestuous?" Elsa offered.

"Ice Bitch is the word I seem to hear most often. Elsa dear here's a suggestion…have you ever thought about going to Mr. Lotso most recently?" Ms. Gothel asked.

"The school psychologist whose office reeks of raspberries and who likes to wear purple on a regular basis? Yeah I heard his reputation is quite extraordinary. Because of him Pitch Black almost set the cafeteria on fire." Elsa said with a bright smile. "That Mr. Lotso?"

"You might wanna check him out. Thank you." Ms. Gothel blushed and opened her laptop. Elsa shook her head in disbelief and stood up.

"As always, thanks for your excellent guidance. Oh and you might want to reconsider Cavil. I heard Jamie Dornan got the role." Elsa added. Her smile grew at Ms. Gothel's blushing face and with a final bow, Elsa left the room.

On her way back to class, Elsa turned around the corner and decided to head straight the bathroom and hide in there for the last fifteen minutes. There was no way she was going to spend the remainder of class in the same room with the red-faced Mr. Aster and the smug and inconsiderate asshole Hans. As she neared the door, she suddenly heard a muffled voice from the boy's bathroom and she stopped.

Approaching the door, Elsa pressed her ear to it.

Ohhhhh

We are fallen, we are fallen

Ohhhhh

We are fallen, we are fallen

Now we're just gonna ride it out

Elsa shook her head and a disbelieved smile took over as she nudged the girls' bathroom door open and slipped in.

Alone in the handicapped stall, Elsa dropped her bag and sat down in the clean corner after disinfecting it with her trusted spray. Popping her earphones into her ears, Elsa leaned back against the wall and relaxed, glad to be away from everyone. Her finger moved across the bright screen and she was about to turn on another Wicked song when she suddenly remembered the interesting music from next door. She guessed that it had to be something Jack was listening to, since he did come into class listening to music and not to mention he was always the one who ditched class.

Curious, the senior went through her playlist until she found the previous song. The band was called Imagine Dragons and they were from Las Vegas.

One song won't hurt. Elsa told herself as she pressed a random song called "It's Time" and settled back against the graffitied wall.

So this is what you meant

When you said that you were spent

And now it's time to build from the bottom of the pit

Right to the top

Don't hold back

Packing my bags and giving the academy a rain-check…

I know the beginning and end events didn't happen in the movie but I just had to add in Hans and Anna's first meeting (just for the fun and awkwardness of it).

Thanks for reading! Until next time! :)