Anna drops her head on the table in frustration.

"This is hopeless," she groans.

"Come on, Anna," Elsa pulls her to sit up. "Look, you were so close! You got the math parts down. I just noticed that you tend to be a little careless when it comes to changing units. We can redo this problem step by step and figure out where you made the mistake."

Anna starts scribbling the numbers on her paper and proceeds to determine the limiting reagent in the word problem. At some point, Elsa stops her and points out a part of her equation.

"See? Here, you made a mistake when you plugged in the molecular weight to change it into grams. Try it again."

Anna recalculates and gets the correct answer.

"There!" Elsa congratulates her. "You just have to take it easy on the conversion bits until you're confident enough. Then you can improve on your speed."

"Knock knock," Kristoff comes into the tutoring room in the library. "Mind if I join you ladies?"

"Oh, sorry, Kristoff," Elsa says, glancing at her watch. "Is it time to go already? We're just about finished here."

"Nah, no rush. Football practice just ended a bit early, so I decided to crash this party. Looks like fun."

"Ha ha," Elsa narrows her eyes at him. "Anna, we'll just resume this on Thursday. At least you mastered redox equations today. Just practice the limiting reagent problems some more at home, then we'll brush up and move on to another topic next time."

"Elsa!" Astrid rushes in to the tutoring room. "You're still here!"

"Shh!" the librarian glares at them from her desk.

"Sorry," Astrid whispers back. "Elsa, I need you to come with me."

"Why?" Elsa tilts her head questioningly.

"The rooster needs the fox," Astrid says cryptically.

Elsa sighs in complete understanding and turns to Kristoff. "I need to take care of something. Do you mind if we just meet by your car in the parking lot?

"No, sure," he motions for her to go. "I'll see you there in a bit."

"I'll text you when I'm done. See you on Thursday, Anna!" Elsa and Astrid exit the library, leaving Kristoff and Anna behind. Anna decides to gather all her stuff to prepare to leave.

"What are all these papers for?" Kristoff starts cleaning the messy stack of papers lying all over the desk and hands them to Anna.

"Oh, I've just picked up some additional council work while Rapunzel's out," Anna replies, scooping the sheets into her bag. "Have you talked to her recently? Do you know how she's doing?"

The two leave the library and head towards the parking lot while continuing their conversation.

"Actually, the last time I saw her was also at the funeral. She hasn't left her house since then, and she's not really in the mood to have me over. I don't want to push her. I text her everyday though, and she usually replies. Last thing she told me is that she and her grandparents came to an arrangement that would let her finish high school here. But man, I miss her and can't stop worrying about her."

Anna is happy that Kristoff is comfortable enough to tell her these things so freely. "You really care about her, don't you? She's a really lucky girl."

"I can't say I'm the lucky guy getting her through this. I'm glad her friends are able to see her and help her out. She's pretty lucky to have you too, you know. I mean, you're taking up extra work for her. I hope you're not getting too overloaded."

"No, no," Anna shakes her head lightly. "Nothing I can't handle. We all want to do everything we can to help Rapunzel, even if this isn't really much. Honestly, I'm more stressed out with my upcoming chemistry exam. As usual. I just really need to ace this one."

"You're pretty amazing, though," Kristoff says, startling Anna. "It's cool that you're able to aim and achieve all this – council, archery, academic excellence. Other people wouldn't mind just getting by, but you're soaring."

"Not with chemistry," Anna says dejectedly. "I mean, I'm not exactly failing, but I need to get at least a B in this class if I want to get into my dream university." She blushes, knowing that she is about to reveal something personal to her crush, before adding, "No one really knows this about me because I look so dainty and demure, but I'm really into robotics and stuff. I'm really interested in and believe in the need to develop for the future."

"Wow," Kristoff says, impressed. "You're right, I would never have known that about you. Well, now my path towards inheriting my family's business seems shabby and a lot less noble than yours."

Anna shakes her head again. "Big corporations like yours allow my dreams to stay afloat. The funding and work they provide allow us dreamers to create realities."

"An aspiring scientist and a poet," Kristoff whistles in admiration when they reach her bike. "Ms. Arendelle, you're trying to seduce me, aren't you?"

Anna blushes fiercely at this, and Kristoff hurriedly explains that this was just a quote from The Graduate. He explains that all he meant by it was that he was very impressed by all the new things he learned about her today.

"Well, there's more to me than meets the eye, I suppose," she smiles, still blushing, before getting on her bike.

"I'll say," Kristoff agrees. He bows as if to take his leave of her and turns around to look for Elsa. Anna bikes away with a huge smile on her face.

After leaving the library, Astrid leads Elsa towards the gym where the kung fu club trains.

"How are you, Astrid?" Elsa asks the sophomore. "I heard you joined the team. Are you enjoying it?"

Astrid nods and shares shyly, "I'm kind of happy now. I really like the school and don't mind living back here so much anymore."

"That's great!" Elsa tells her sweetly. "You know, we should have lunch with my brothers for old times' sake and to catch up sometime."

Astrid, still not completely used to that part of living here, noncommittally says okay before changing the subject. "So, why is Jack the rooster, and why are you the fox?"

At this, Elsa laughs and shakes her head. "Well, Jack started calling me a fox because he says I'm as sly as I am hot. You know, typical Jack. In response, I called him a rooster because I constantly tease him that he's as bird-brained as he is cocky."

"Aah, yes," Astrid agrees. "The signature flirty and witty banter he so loves. I'm impressed, though. You seem to be the only girl who really knows how to handle him. Like, you know how to take him on without getting flustered."

"Well, I'm well-trained for it by now." The two girls laugh as they enter the gym. Elsa scans the now empty training ground and spots Jack sitting on a chair, his arm cradling the other across his chest.

"Geez, Elsa," Jack says when he sees them. "I would've been dead by now if this was a serious injury. Lucky for me, it's just a couple of fingers today. It's like you don't care about me anymore."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Jack," Elsa says as she begins examining his hand. "I was so busy, I forgot to pencil in my daily dose of rooster healing. You know, you now have a wide lead over Eugene in terms of weekly injury consults. Hmm, looks like you may have sprained a couple of ligaments. Have you iced this?"

"Yes, mom," Jack responds in a sing-song voice.

"Well, I think you should refrain from moving it for now," Elsa brings out some plaster tape from her bag. "I'm going to splint your fingers together to keep you from bending them, all right?"

After she finishes the simple maneuver, she says, "There, that should keep it. Keep it like that for a couple of weeks. That means no training till then. I mean it." She adds the last bit when she notices the mischievous glint Jack gets in his eye when he has no intention of following orders. "If you want it to heal completely and give yourself a chance at winning gold in the big competition next year, you better take it easy."

Astrid looks on and comments how this whole thing seems so routine to them. Jack looks up and grins, "Well, I have to keep this up. Otherwise, how will I get to see my foxy friend?"

Elsa briskly taps his injured fingers in response, causing him to wince in pain. "Hey! Watch your bedside manners. You won't get any patients if you treat them like that. You're lucky I've got a soft spot for you."

"Well, aren't I the happiest girl in North Ridge?" Elsa smiles sarcastically before standing up. "Looks like my work here is done. Remember what I said, Jack. Doctor's orders. Anyway, I have to go. I'll see you around, Astrid!"

She hurries to meet Kristoff and sees him leaning against his car.

"Sorry, sorry," she apologizes as soon as she reaches him. "Did I keep you waiting?"

"It's fine," he reassures her. "I talked with Anna for a bit before she left, so I had company. Plus, I wouldn't keep the superwoman from her heroic duties of saving all the high school citizens."

She playfully nudges him as he holds the car door open for her. On the way home, Elsa suddenly remembers that she won't be needing a ride after her next tutor session.

"Why not?" Kristoff asks.

"Well, there's a Frank Capra marathon at The Black Box Theatre where they'll be showing a bunch of his movies, and I want to head there after school."

"Say, where'd you learn to dunk? In finishing school?" Kristoff responds in his best Clark Gable impression

"Well, I proved once and for all that the limb is mightier than the thumb," Elsa, in turn, tries to imitate Claudette Colbert.

The two share a hearty laugh at having found each other's match in movie quotes.

"I never knew you were a Frank Capra fan, let alone a quote-memorizing one," Elsa says wiping tears from her eyes. "I didn't think I'd meet anyone else who's watched and enjoyed It Happened One Night as much as I did."

"What can I say?" Kristoff shrugs. "I'm a sentimental, sensitive guy. Hey, but don't get me wrong. I love me some Capra, but I'll take Hitchcock any day."

"I wouldn't expect less," Elsa concedes. "Wanna come with me to the marathon on Thursday?"

"It's a date!" Kristoff grins.

The two continue exchanging notes about their favorite films and directors throughout the car ride home.