Disclaimer: I do not own these characters! Because if I DID I would have a crossover EXPLOSION!

A/n: Some characters have been aged to fit teenage standards. Example being Sherman(Mr Peabody and Sherman movie)(If you haven't seen it, no worries. There are no real spoilers other than what's already known.). Every character you see here will have a power! Either they already have it! Or I gave it to them generously! :) Also, enjoy thy Disney characters from all over thy Disney Universe! Along with some Dreamworks and Pixar respectively. And yes, the curse warning is relevant!

"Disney's Hero-Training Institution"

By Kisara-Moonlight14

"Welcome to Disney's Hero-Training Institution. Here you will learn your power, grow your power, and become the greatest god that is your power of all time. This is the High-School's Branch. You will not only be taught control of your abilities, you will develop new abilities, be introduced to the art of potions, healing, weaponry, seals, and so much more. And please, during your stay here...behave."-Vice President Miss Hardscrabble.

Chapter 1: Define the word 'Losers'

Too long.

It's been too long.

He had been a part of this school for too long.

Appromixetly, four hundred and sisty three days too long.

One year. Three months. Eight days. Four hours. Twenty-seven minutes. Fifteen seconds and the clock is still tickin'.

That was how long he'd been a part of this school. It had been that long since he first arrived. New, amazed, and, at first, anti-social. His grades were poor and his attitude was terrible. He didn't like wearing the school uniform; something they pressed upon him constantly, and he didn't like brushing his hair into the 'prince-like' brush over they tried to get him to sport. In which, to this day, he still never did. So much has happened since he first arrived. He made friends, he made enemies, and he even had a crush. He never did act upon it, only because he found it very difficult to do so. His class compared to her class was like milk and oil. They just didn't go together.

Where she was an A-class student and an S-classified heroine-in-training based on her control over her power along with the fact that she had been class president twice this time; he was a D-class student and a B-class hero-in-training that was nothing short of a delinquent that knew no boundaries because he cared not to have any. Where she was all perfect smiles and well-mannered with her Queen-like persona; he was all goofy smiles and ill-mannered with his peasant-like persona. She was a girl so far out of his reach; she didn't even know he existed. Even in class, He just didn't exist to her. He was just…there…..that's how it had been since he first came to school.

Even so, he still couldn't help his puppy-crushing. She was everything a girl should be for a guy like him. Dressed nice, smelt nice, hair nice, perfect model student and all sunshine and rainbows. But alas, that was unheard of in this school. A-class students were put with A-class students. Like D-class students were put with D-class students. And the same with everything else. The only time he'd seen her was in specials, the halls, the courtyard, and lunchroom. And even then….he didn't exist.

Maybe it was just him, or perhaps she just didn't see a reason to engage in conversation with someone as hard-headed as he was. He didn't know. That's how it's always been. He wanted to change that this year but so far…three months into the new year…nothing has changed; the same things with her every single day. It was getting old, to say the least, but hey..the girl just wouldn't leave his dreams at night so he couldn't very well forget her now could he?

What's worse is his friends. Not in terms of them being his friends. But more in terms of them teasing him about it. That was another thing that hadn't changed. His friends would tease and pick at every time they caught him 'ogling' her…as they put it. He hated when they'd say that. Especially on the days they would use the term 'eye fuck' or 'ripping her clothes off with his eyes' or this one(It was a good one)…'mind raping'. He couldn't stand it! Especially the last one. What was he, some savage? Damn, hormonal teenagers.

Speaking of them, they had been his friends since he first arrived. Yeah, he was a bit of a loner. But they wouldn't leave him be. Everywhere he went, they went. Everything he did, they did. At first, it was to get a rise out of him. To see if he could feel anything since he kept an emotionless mask for the first two-weeks. Hey, he didn't want to go to the damn school in the first place but he did. And eventually, he warmed up to them and they've been inseparable since.

They were his friends. His best friends. They were like his family. His brothers and sisters. They were like the blood that ran through his veins. Like the heart that functioned his body. And like the body that needed a soul. He needed them as they needed him. He couldn't function or live without them. If one of them was hurt, they all were hurt. If one of them was in a fight, they all were in a fight. If one of them was jumped, they all jumped in. This was his group, his gang, his family. They meant the world to him as he meant the world to them. And there was no one, I mean anyone….that could tear them apart.

His group was made up of seven; seven of the most notorious students to walk the school grounds. They were infamously known for being as much of a delinquent as he was. They were rude, careless, irresponsible, violent, hellions who took joy in creating mischief with no interest in being bound by rules or obligations. They were considered the 'baddest of the bad'. In fact, now that he thought about it, they were known by many names. 'The Rippers', 'The Krakens', 'The Punks', 'The Hoodlums'.

Oh…..and his personal favorite…'The Losers'

The first time he heard that, he thought, 'Perfect.' That was the perfect name for them. Yes, it originated from a comic book series. But hey, if they could be considered that based on who they are, by all means. That made them all the happier since it meant that they were known. And by a vast variety as well. Not just by the students….but also by their teachers.

He had to admit, he was a little surprised at first. They were all similar in many ways but they were also very different; particularly when it came down to power classification. As said before, they consisted of seven and only seven.

The first being himself, Jack Frost, boy with the silver locks, sapphire eyes, and good looks. At least…..good-looking enough for Miss Tooth Fairy's kids. At school it was like no one really cared. Or so, no one ever made it known. On the daily, he sported his unkempt hair, the schools uniform, and at times: his staff. The school's uniform consisted of navy-blue, white, silver, and gold colors. For the boys it was navy-blue slacks, white long-sleeved dress shirt, silver-vest, a golden tie, and black shoes. He wore it right…at least…now he did. He was very good natured when it came to fun and doing the shit he wanted.

His favorite class was gym. His favorite sport was snow-boarding. And his favorite treat was ice cream. His pastimes were chillin with his friends, pranking his teachers, and..at times..upping girl's skirts. In which…he and his friends thought was hilarious. He was sixteen years old, 5'10. Had the brightest and the most perfect teeth known to man.(As Miss Tooth Fairy put it) And his power was that of winter snow. He was sent to this school by his parents since they found it easier for him to live life around those like him. His parents never held such abilities so they knew they couldn't help him. He understood and missed them a great deal. He promised his mother that when he graduated, he would return to her.

The second member was Ariel. Princess Ariel was the girl from the deepest parts of the ocean. She was sent to this school because her father thought it best for her to learn better of her power with those around her age and those with similar abilities as her own. Her hair was the brightest crimson red with eyes as blue as Atlantis. Her smile was always so bright and she was always so happy. She wore the school's uniform as it should be worn. It was the same colors as the boys, of course. It was put together nicely, although sometimes…she wondered if perverted old men came up with the outfit. The navy-blue skirt was way too short for her tastes-reaching above her mid-thigh; the 'tighter-than-it-should-be' long-sleeved white dress shirt hugged her upper form along with the silver vest. Luckily she wasn't large breasted or she probably wouldn't be able to breathe. The golden tie was placed properly and her black mary-janes buckled with comfort. What got her were the white thigh-high stockings. But alas, she wore it right. She always kept her hair out with a black hairband placed on top of her head for her own ease.

Her favorite class was potion art. Her favorite sport was swimming. And her favorite treat was pie. Her pastimes are hanging with the gang, creating new water flavors, and collecting anything shiny and colorful. She was sixteen years old, 5'4. And despite her looks, she was the most mischievous in their hell-raising. Her power was that of water.

The third member was Naveen. He was a Prince. And he was sure to let everyone know it. Even as his parents shipped off their only child due to his carefree and stuck-up nature and told him to never come back until he learned mannerism. He still respected his home and continued to call himself the Prince with his light-brown eyes shimmering with glee. He wore the male's uniform, kept his brown-hair the way he liked it, and walked around like he owned the place and everyone in it. He saw his friends as the only ones on his level and respected them as such.

His favorite class was music and lyrics. His favorite sport was football. And his favorite treat was gumbo. Yes, to him, gumbo was a treat. It was damned good. His pastimes was also hanging with his crew, writing song lyrics, and charming every good-lookin' female he could get his hands on. He was seventeen years old, 5'10. And extremely loyal. His power…was shape shifting. The old 'kiss the frog' trick and you'll get a prince almost, always…always…resulting in him getting a girl. Granted, it never last long. He would dump them a week later.

The fourth member was Hiccup. Hiccup came from the mountains far away. He, like Naveen, had a slight accent and was in a way…considered as royalty. His father was the leader of their land so it kind of made him a King and he a prince. However, not much thought was given to that. He was sent to this school for similar reasons as Jack. Particularly since he knew how his father felt about his abilities. And they were something his father didn't exactly agree with. He was a bit goofy and silly at times. He was afraid of a few things but never when it came to a fight. In which, for reasons unknown to him, he would always end up in. Whether it was because he was smarter than an A-class/S-class student and NEVER backed it up with his grades, or it was because a particular girl had the affections of more than one guy and they all took note that he liked her too. Whatever it was, he would always end up in a fight. Thankfully his group never let him get jumped. They were always there to back him up and if they weren't, they got their asses later. He didn't know why he was always the target but he can say he was never the victim.

His favorite class was anything related to Math and calculation. His favorite treat was anything cold. His favorite sport was Dragon Ball(a game played more on his homeland than anywhere else). He was sixteen years old, 5'9. He had a pet dragon he carried with him everywhere he went, his name was Toothless and he'd carry him along atop his head. Toothless was actually a very large dragon. All Hiccup had to do was throw him in the air and he'd shift into his larger form… He could revert back whenever he so pleased. His pastimes were Dragon-ball games with summoners like him, tinkering with anything he could get his hands on, and naturally…hanging with his friends. He wore the school uniform, had chestnut brown locks he kept disheveled, and emerald shined orbs. His power was dragon summoning and control.

The fifth member was Kristoff. Kristoff was a very, very challenged young man. Or so…that's what everyone outside of his family and group deduced him to be. He had issues when it came to talking with stones, animals, and natures. Everyone else just saw him talking to himself in this sense and therefore believed him to be crazy and again, challenged. Little did they know, it was just his abilities. His power. He could speak with all of the living that no one else can speak to. Like, Hiccup, he had the ability to summon. Only his summoning was with animals and in a more specific term…nature. Everything around him was living. Even the stones in walls to the water in the ocean. It was all living. And only he had the ability to speak with them.

He was very simple-minded and had the biggest crush on Ariel.(He'd never tell her that). He had a pet reindeer named Sven. Whom he also sported along with him, only Sven preferred to rest on his shoulder and not his head like Toothless. His favorite class was anything nature-related. His favorite sport was snow-boarding(like Jack) and his favorite treat was carrots.(More Sven's favorite but because he summoned it for him all of the time, it became his as well.) He was seventeen years old, 5'11. He too, wore the school uniform, had bright blonde hair, and beautiful light brown eyes. His pastimes were ice sculpting and collecting, spending time with friends, and playing with mammals of all kinds. His parents sent him here for a new life experience.

The sixth member was Anna. Yes, Anna. The sister of the very girl Jack Frost had a crush on. She knew very well he liked her beloved sister. However, she also understood that she should allow him to do as he wished when he was ready. She didn't want to interfere or press it upon her sister or even…make it known. If her sister was too dense to be aware of her surroundings then whatever, is whatever. She chose to ignore it. But again, Jack never made a move to make it known. So to her, he will deal with it in his own way. She was just ready to support him as she was a very good friend. She loved to tease him the most out of everyone else in their group; especially since she spoke with her sister almost every day. But due to their class grades and power classification, she lived in a completely different dorm than her sister. She only had the pleasure of seeing her in specials, the halls, and lunchroom. About the same as when Jack sees her, considering they are in the same class.

Her eyes were blue and her hair was strawberry-blonde and long to her mid-back. She kept it out most times but during gym she'd braid it into two. She wore the girl's uniform, and like Ariel, felt it was too sluttish to comfortably walk around in. She, like Naveen, is very much loyal and will stand up for them without a second thought. She was a hopeless romantic in her own world, had the biggest crush on an A-class student. So yes, she felt for Jack very much. And loved to use her power to her advantage. She was the complete opposite of her sister in that field. Her power, could make Jack Frost and her sister both melt into a large flood puddle if she so pleased. She set almost anything combustible to a flame; just to see it explode. And would purposely place unlit matches into people's seats and wait for them to sit on it to set aflame with snap of her finger to enjoy the sight of a person running around screaming as though they were on fire. She had complete control over whether a person(or anything) could burn. So the majority of the time, the individual was never really on fire. Her and her friends just got a kick out of watching people's horrified faces. Her favorite class was weaponry. Her favorite sport was soccer(particularly with fireballs) and her favorite treat was Jalapeño fries. She was fifteen years old, 5'6. Her pastimes were singing, pulling many pranks, and hanging with her posse. Her power was that of fire. She had been sent here a few months after her sister. Their parents felt it best for both of them.

And now, we have the seventh and last member, Sherman Peabody. Sherman was raised and grown under a dog. Yes, a dog. A talking dog. He was adopted by him a very young age. Thankfully, he never did act like one. Yeah, yeah…in a fight..he bit a couple of times. Literally. However, he considered himself a dog in his own way. No pun intended. He highly respected and loved his canine father, who was a teacher at said school, and thus was partially the reason for Sherman being here. He was sort of silly, somewhat shy, but was the biggest brain in school. He had firsthand knowledge of almost every subject due to his ability. He would have been an A-class student/S-power classification however he personally chose stay on the same level as his friends for fear of never seeing much of them again. His father pressed upon the matter a few times, but Sherman respectively refused. He liked where he was and planned to stay that way until graduation.

He wore glasses. Damn cool glasses as Jack and Naveen would always put it. They were round and shaded over in green. What made them 'cool' was the fact they power sensed and searched. His glasses would tell him everything he needed to know of a person, whether it was their abilities, likes and dislikes, name, age, height, weight, and how to defeat said abilities. It also explained to him where they were, who they were talking to, and what they're favorite thing to do and eat was; even foretelling him a current crush or future crush. But that was also with anything. Most of this came from body signatures and soul patterns but explaining that to his friends was something they would never fully understand. His hair was reddish-brown, he kept it gelled up the same way since he was a kid, and his eyes was a light brown-orange mix that Ariel and a few other girls found….cute. A word he shuttered at. But when his crush came to him with the same words, he melted into a stupefied grin. He wore the school uniform as properly as can be with a few tweaks of his own. For example his 'smart' tie; in which stayed clean for reasons he shall never reveal. His 'smart' shoes; in which were really rocket-jets and a few other 'tweaks' that only he possessed. His favorite class was technology and futuristic dynamics. His favorite sport was Robot Fighting. And his favorite treat was hot pockets. His pastimes were creepin' with his group, time-travel, and creating new inventions. He was sixteen years old, 5'8. He was fairly popular with the ladies. Something Jack, Naveen, AND Hiccup could not fully grasp. And his power was that of time.

'The Losers.'

They were called 'The Losers.'

And they were a group of seven and only seven.

Jack grew very fond of this group. As said, he loved them very much. He wouldn't replace them for the world.

Now if only he could get a particular girl to like him too. He was the opposite of her in many ways but they shared one thing in common. Cold. They both loved the cold. She was the ice to his snow. The peanut to his butter. The sun to his universe. A very cold sun at that. She was as beautiful as the shimmering moon at night. As stunning as the stars that filled the deep sea sky. He loved her hair, her eyes, her smile, her walk, and her laugh. She was the everything in his world. And if not for his friends, he would more than likely be a lost, heart-broken fool. They completed him in a way far different from how she completed him. Yes, his friends were his rock and soul. But she was his existence; his very being. His friends completed him in a half; she completed him in a whole. If only, if only…he could be with her.

They were separated by class. They were separated by ability. They were separated by the students. They were separated by the teachers. They were separated by the school. Whenever he did get in trouble, some of the head professors would take light into his feelings for the girl. Somehow they would catch a certain look in his eyes whenever she walked out of the president's office. She was student president after all. It made sense for her to be around the school's president most of the time. Thus was partially why he took joy into getting in trouble. He would be sent to the office and when lucky, he would see her. The women in the office, the vicious Queen of Hearts and the dark Lady Tremaine, would scowl at him for even attempting to look at the said girl. And they would always snip about it to each other and him in all annoyance. They even went so far as to tell him she was too good for him. Not just that…they also said he was too young.

"What do you brats know about love anyway?"

Jack looked up from where he was seated, and that was by the door that held the domain for their president. He raised a brow when the Queen of Hearts scowled at him from across the large black, red, and purple decorated room. His friends, whom were all seated in the seats lined up against the wall beside him, had brought their attention to the woman as well. What the hell was her problem?

"You seven get sent to this office so much, it's a shame the president has not kicked you out of this prestigious school. If it were me, I would have your heads!"

"Well it isn't you, now is it?!" mocked Naveen with a smirk and a roll to his eyes. The friends broke out in laughter when the Queen of Hearts snorted. Her eyes narrowing into slits at the seven youthful brats.

"You damn brat! You are very lucky I'm not authorized to sew your mouths shut! Or else—."

"You'd have our heads!" Anna ridiculed. Sending everyone into another fit of laughter. The Queen's scowl deepened. Oh how she missed her sword. If only she wasn't bound by rules. She would truly have their heads.

"Hey, Mrs. Queenie?" Her eyes cut from Anna to Jack and was met with a wide smirk. If her scowl could get any deeper, it very well did.

"You dare call me Queenie?! It's Queen of Hearts to you, boy!"

Jack ignored that. "Yeah, right." He rolled his eyes. "You should stop acting like that. I'm sure it's the reason your husband left you."

That was it! She grabbed for the nearest sharp object and that was her pen! She lunged forward, jumping over her desk and towards the boy that dared continue to smirk at her with glee in his eyes. The rest of them laughed harder and made no move. Even Lady Tremaine stayed at her desk and watched with a lingering darkness. The anticipated strike never came for a powerful voice boomed into the room; causing the Queen of Hearts and Lady Tremaine to still where they were.

"Jack Frost!"

He froze.

"Anna Arendelle!"

She froze.

"Naveen Maldonia, Sherman Peabody, Ariel Sea, Kristoff Bjorgman and Hiccup Haddock!"

They froze.

"In my office! Now!"

This voice, it made their blood and the entity of the room run cold. For Jack, if it can get any colder, it very well felt like his soul was being ripped from his body.

Full of fear and drained faces, they all obeyed their president and moved to enter her office. Jack followed last and stopped when the Queen of Hearts' spiteful voice filled the once silent air.

"I asked you before, boy. What do you brats know about love? Nothing…you're too young to love.."

Jack said nothing and slowly followed his friends into the president's office. What did that hateful woman know? Her husband left her. So he never understood why she still referred to herself as the Queen of Hearts. Nor did he understand why she felt the need to shove it in his face. Since when did love have an age? Anyone can love. Anything can love. That's what he believed. 'I mean…come on…'

"Who says you're too young to love?"

A/N-Again Sherman is from Mr. Peabody and Sherman movie and Lady Tremaine is Cinderella's stepmother. That's her real name. I thought it would be interesting to see a variety of Disney classics here as well. Example being Ariel. *cuddles* I love her. And there will be more surprises to come. Also, I tried to look up their real names and found that only few had last names so…I gave it to them.

Another thing: The first two chaps are more introduction than anything..

Next Chapter: Everyone knows 'The Conquerors'