Snowflakes Fall and So Did I

by CrazyAnimationChick

The last thing Elsa expected to happen during her Senior year of Homeschooling was to live with her cousin & be sent to a public high school. Not only that but it's in the same town where a local man died years before. Even better, her cousin's friend is also his son. Then there's two weird teachers, drama, love, awkwardness, and...well you'll just have to read to find out.

3. Chapter 3

I woke up an hour before noon, and stayed in my room the entire time before we had to leave. I was too nervous to eat anything, and when we make it to the school, my nervousness increased. God, I'm going to be way worse on the first day of school. I don't know how I'm going to manage. I'm not even inside the building yet, and I'm already feeling crowded. There are so many cars in the parking lot, with probably more people inside.

"Okay," Aunt Ari says as she brings to car to the front doors, "I'm going to drop you girls off while I go look for a place to park. Rapunzel will show you everything."

The three of us get out of the car, and as my aunt drove away, my sister and cousin started to walk towards the doors. I stayed at the very edge of the curb, looking up at the large black letters on the building above the doors. Burgess High School. Next to the words was a smiling, cartoon reindeer. The Mascot. He's no family crest, but he's still cute.

"You coming, Elsa?" Rapunzel says, her body halfway through the doors.

"Yeah," I say and hurridely make my way to her. Once I was inside, all I saw was people, and without meaning too, I immediately started to look for a boy with silvery white hair. I shook my head at my ridiculousness as I followed my cousin around. Even if the boy does go to this school, he probably doesn't look the same as he did six years ago. His hair is probably dyed, and he probably wears colored contacts now.

"Oh Mary," Rapunzel says in a sing-sing tone when she walks into the office. "I'm here with two very special guests, and we're here for our schedules."

"Oh, Rapunzel!" An auburn hair, plump woman says from the desk, happily. "It's so good to see you! And you two," she casted her gaze to my sister and I, "you must be Rapunzel's cousins! Oh it's so wonderful to meet you."

"And you too," Anna responds, just as cheery, "I'm Anna and this is my older sister Elsa."

"I'm Mary, the official office lady" Mary said as she opened up a file on her desk and began flipping through the papers, "Arendelle is both of your last names, correct?"

"Yes, ma'am," I say, nodding in unison with my sister.

"Aha! Here we are," she pulled two papers from the file and handed them to my sister and I. She then continued going through the file until she pulled out Rapunzel's schedule. "Alright, girls," she said as she handed the paper to my cousin, "I look forward to seeing you this year. And stay out of trouble." She ended her sentence in a serious tone, but still smiled sweetly.

"Don't worry, Mary," Rapunzel says, "they're related to me, which means they're good kids."

"I dont doubt that." Mary said, making me smile. I like her already.

When we walked out of the office, the first thing Rapunzel wanted to do was look at each other's schedules. "Let's see," she says as she takes a moment to scan through both of ours. She squeals happyily at the results. "We have 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 6th hour together!"

Thank God. "Four out of six classes," I comment, "that's awesome." I'll only be alone for two classes. Not too bad.

"I know, right?" My cousin says, then takes my sister's schedule. "Now let's see if we have any classes with Anna. She's a Sophomore, but some classes are mixed so we might." She looked over the papers and squealed again in delight. "I only have one class with Anna, but Elsa, you have two. One class is better than nothing though."

"Which classes?" Anna asked as she peered over Rapunzel's shoulder to look.

"You and Elsa have 5th hour together, and all three of us have 6th hour." Rapunzel answers, which makes my sister bounce in excitement.

So I'll only be alone for one class. Unless Anna makes friends in 5th hour. Even so, at least I'll still have that sense of familiarity.

When Rapunzel handed back our schedules, the first place she decides to take us is to our lockers. After that we visited the teachers, and of course many of the students we passed by either stared at my sister and I or said hi to Rapunzel. She's actually pretty popular. Anyway, the majority of the teachers we met were very nice, but unfortunately for Rapunzel and I we only met four out of six teachers. Our history and math teacher, who apparently are new, didn't show up.

"You'd think," Rapunzel said, as we walked down the stairs to the first floor, "that with them being new teachers, they'd be here for Open House. Oh well then. I guess we'll just have to see them on Monday. If they even show up. Now there's one more person we need to see before I show you the rest of the campus."

"And who's that?" Asked Anna.

Rapunzel stops walking to look us each in the eyes and grin. "The principal."

Anna and I look at each other in confusion, and once again Anna voiced my thoughts. "Why the heck do you look so happy about that?"

Rapunzel giggles as she contniues walking again, saying, "Because Principal North isn't like your cliche principal. For one, he's not bald. Two, he's actually really, really nice. You can say he's downright jolly. Three, he's Russian. Four, he has tattoos on his arms. One saying naughty and the other saying nice. And five, he looks just like Santa Clause!"

Anna gasped. "No way! Okay, now I definitely want to meet him."

"Just wait until December comes," Rapunzel says, "He dresses up as Santa every day while we're in school and during Christmas Break he'll go around town on his eight-reindeer sleigh, giving free rides to anyone who wants them. He owns a reindeer ranch and toyshop too."

"Whoa," Anna breathed out, impressed. I'm impressed too.

"How does he manage his ranch and shop?" I asked, very intrigued with this person who is apparently my principal. I'm not gonna lie...I thought he was going to be mean, scary, and bald. A jolly, Santa Clause looking man is not at all what I expected.

"His family helps out," Rapunzel answered, suddenly looking nervous. "His...uh...his grandson and adopted daughter and son are seniors too. We'll probably run into them. Toothiana and Edmund are the adopted kids. Tooth is Indian and Edmund is Australian. We call them by their nicknames too, by the way. Toothiana is 'Tooth' and Edmund is 'Bunny'."

Anna laughs at the nicknames. "Okay, Tooth I can understand since it's in her name, but where on earth did bunny come from?"

Rapunzel smiles. "North's youngest granddaugter, Sophie, calls him that and it just stuck."

"And who's the grandson?" Anna asked.

"Oh, um," I see my cousin tense, and when she glances at me, I noticed that she looked nervous again. But why? Rapunzel quickly removed her gaze from me and looked at the floor, "His name is Jack. He's one of my best friends." She lifts her head up and smiles at my sister. "He's very mischievous too. I think you'll like him a lot."

But will I? She specifically spoke to Anna when she said that. Which means that she doesn't think I'll like him. That's very...suspicious.

I was so consumed in my thoughts that I didn't realize I had turned the wrong the way until I heard my cousin call out my name from behind me. It was too late though. As soon as I turned into the corner, I ran right into someone. We both grunt in surprise, and to my horror the person's papers fall to the ground, scattering everywhere.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" I apologized in a panicked rush and immediately started to pick up the mess I made.

I was too embarrassed to look at the person, so I didn't. I kept my focus entirely on the scattered papers, even when the person chuckled and said: "It's okay. It was an accident. No harm done." From the corner of my eye, I saw the person, a boy, bend down to pick up the papers that were closest to him.

"Still," I went on, "I should have been paying attention to where I was going." There was one more piece of paper left to pick up and when I go to grab it, I was unaware that the boy I bumped into had the same idea. Our hands touched and as soon as they did, a bolt of electricity surges though me, shocking me. "Ow," I say as we both suddenly jerk away from each other, or maybe it was just me, and without meaning to I snap my head up to look at him.

My heart stopped at the sight. Silvery white hair and a pair of familiar blue eyes stared back at me. No dyed hair or colored contacts at all. It...it can't be...

"You okay?" The boy asked with worried eyes. Eyes that I haven't seen in six years. Oh my god...is this...is this really him? It has to be! His hair alone is all the proof I need. But his eyes...his eyes are what really gave me my answer. He's the only person I've ever met that seems to have a different snowflake design in each eye. "Didn't mean to shock you there. I guess you can say we're even now." He chuckled a little, but then his eyes suddenly narrowed in confusion. "Hey, wait. Have we-"

"I'm sorry, I have to go. Here," I quickly shove his papers into his hands and took off walking without another word.

"Uh...thanks!" The boy called out to me, and luckily he didn't try to follow. I could feel his eyes on me though, and I didn't dare look back.

As I walked away, I noticed that my sister and cousin were peeking behind the corner. They had watched the entire thing. Now they're going to tease me about it. That's the least of my worries though. That boy that I ran into was THE boy! The boy who's been hauting me for the last six years. I knew there was a chance he'd be here, but it's still so shocking, especially since I actually talked to him. Oh my god, I talked to him. Oh my god, I bumped into him. Oh God, of all the people I had to run into it just had to be him. Why did it have to be him? Does he remember me? He didn't look like he did at first, but then...then he looked confused. He was going to ask me a question too, and I know exactly what that question was going to be.

Have we met before?

Yes, Mystery Boy. Yes, we have.

School hasn't even started yet and I already met him, and because of this, the chances of seeing him again are high. It's inevitable. Which means he's probably going to try to ask me his question again. What am I going to do when or if he does? Do I lie or do I tell him the truth?

"Wow, Elsa," Anna says as she tries to hold in her giggles. "And I thought I was the clumsy one. That was also the most cliché thing I have ever seen." She pauses for a second before leaning forward and whispering, "I loved every bit of it."

"C-Cliché?" I stammered, still in a daze. What on earth made any of that cliché to her? Oh god...if that boy does remember me then he surely must remember my sister. And what about Rapunzel? Does he remember her too? Does she remember him? Is she even aware that he's the boy from our past? She's been coming here since she was in 9th grade. Do they even know each other at all? Are they friends?

I could feel my heart pounding rapidly against my chest. I could HEAR it, and I knew that I needed to calm down before my sister or cousin caught on.

Conceal, don't feel, I say to myself. You need to stay calm before you lose your sanity. You need to breathe. Everything is going to be fine. Just...breathe.

"You know," Anna explained, oblivious to the obvious panic in my eyes, "cliché as in when person A bumps into person B, making person B drop their things, then person A helps person B pick their things up when suddenly they accidentally touch hands. Electricity is felt and when they look into each others eyes a connection is made."

"Oh," was all I said when I realized she was right. Everything that just happened really was a cliche. Except the connection part. Everything else though was accurate.

"I can't believe you just took off like that too," Anna scolded. "Did you even introduce yourself?"

"No, but I'm never going to see him again," I defend, hoping for that to be true, "so it doesn't matter." And if I do see him again, then I can only hope to at least not interact with him again. "We should get going anyway," I quickly add, hoping to change the conversation. "Aunt Ari is probably wondering around the school looking for us."

"Knowing my mom, she's most likely talking to Mary," says Rapunzel as she began walking again. I made sure to pay attention this time. "But you're right, we need to keep moving. It's over at 2." And so, my cousin led my sister and I back to the front of the building.

As we walked away, I glance behind me to see if Mystery Boy from my past was still there in the hall. Fortunately, he was gone. Anna had looked too, and when she noticed I had done the same thing she did, she smirked. "Aww do you miss him already? The connection is already working!"

"Anna, don't be ridiculous." I reprimanded, starting to feel annoyed with her. "There is no 'connection'. I literally just met him."

Anna laughs at me, and it was then that I realized what she was doing. She was teasing me. She's doing what every younger sibling does. She...she hasn't done that in so long. Is she starting to feel comfortable around me now? Or is she only comfortable because teasing me because Rapunzel is here too? If it was just the two of us would she still tease me? On our way here, we didn't speak to each other for the entire seven hours until we finally arrived. Hmm...

"Too bad he left," she continued, "if he was still there I would've introduced you to him myself." She wiggles her eyebrows, which caused me to roll my eyes.

"Oh, Anna." I shook my head and said nothing more as I smiled fondly at her playfulness. I don't care if she's only comfortable teasing me when Rapunzel is around; I'll take what I can get.

"Hey, what's his name anyway?" Anna asked Rapunzel. "You've been coming to this school for four years. You must know him. Unless he's a new student like Elsa and I. Is he? Do you know? If he's not a new student, do you know what grade he's in? Is he a Senior? Or even better, is he a Sophomore like me?"

"Geez Anna," Rapunzel interrupts, laughing, "remember to breathe. Yes, I know who he is. I'm not going to tell you his name though because that would spoil the mystery. You'll have to figure it out later if you see him again. And as for what grade he's in, he's a Senior like Elsa and I."

So she does know him, which means he knows her. Most importantly do they both know they share a past? I then realized that she said he's a senior. That means I'm going to have classes with him. You've got to be kidding me. I'm not all that surprised though since deep down I saw it coming. I'll be fine as long as we don't sit next to each other.

Rapunzel was right when she said that her mom would be talking with Mary, and as we walked by the office the two ladies waved at us when Anna caught their attention. Rapunzel quickly informed her mother that she was taking Anna and I to see the principal, and when she got the 'okay', we continued. A few steps later we're approaching a large man whose back was facing us. He stood right outside his door and despite the fact that all I saw was his backside, I could already tell that my cousin wasn't lying about him looking like Santa Clause. And from looking at his body language and posture, it looked as though he was talking to someone. When I caught a glimpse of white hair, hair that didn't belong the the old man, my stomach dropped.

You have got to be kidding me. Twice in one day?! It hasn't even been an hour yet!

"I swear on my life, North, she-" That was all I heard of the conversation before Rapunzel suddenly shouted: "Santa!"

Principal North turns around and when he does, I'm able to see the boy, which causes us to lock eyes again. He looked surprise to see me, and I couldn't help but mentally laugh. Yeah, same here, stranger. I casted my gaze away and turned it to the large, Santa-like man who was grinning ear to ear.

"Rapunzel!" Principal North greets, looking as though he was going to hug her. He probably would have if it wasn't against school policy. "How wonderful to see you again. Did you have a nice summer?" I found his Russian accept pleasant, and when I saw the tattoos on his arms, only one word came to mind: Badass.

"I did," Rapunzel answers, then links her arms through mine and Anna's, "but I'm so ready to start the new year. Not only am I Senior, but my two cousins will be joining us as well!" She squeals in delight, nearly breaking my ear drum.

"That's wonderful news!" North cheered then goes to introduce himself. "I'm sure Rapunzel has already told you who I am, but I'll refresh your memory. My name is North and I'm your principal. I'm not your typical principal either, I'm probably the most jolliest one you'll ever see in your entire life, but don't be fooled by my cheerful nature. When punishments need to made, I'll be sure to make them happen." I didn't doubt that for a second. He looks like he could be the leader to the Russian Mafia. I wonder if he ever was at some point in his life. Despite how intimidating his appearance is though, he really does seem very nice.

Anna was practically bouncing where she stood in excitement. "My name is Anna Arendelle, and I just have to say...WOW! You really do look like Santa! Oh my gosh, I feel like I'm meeting a celebrity. Rapunzel told us about what you do during Decemeber. Is it true? I mean, I'm not saying you're a liar, Punzie, but..." Her voice trails on, and as she continued to speak, I found myself zoning her rushed rambling out.

I kept my gaze on her, but I couldn't pay attention to anything she was saying or doing because Mystery Boy wouldn't stop staring at me. I could literally feel his eyes all over me. Not in a sexual way, but in a curious/confused way. I still felt ucomfortable though, and as I shifted my feet, I boldly, but slowly, move my eyes to look at him. As soon as I did, I noticed that his eyes suddenly looked away to my rambling sister. The confusion, however, never left his eyes.

I turn my attention back to North, who was answering Anna's question, when suddenly, I felt Mystery's Boy's eyes back on me. I didn't look back though. If I did, it would just turn into an annoying game of back and forth. I didn't have to worry too much about it though because North decides to speak to me. "And who might you be?"

"My name is Elsa, sir," I answered, fighting back the urge to look at the boy at his side.

North beamed at me. "Such beautiful names you three have, and I can definitely see the beautiful resemblance. Can you see the resembalance between my grandson and I?" He wrapped a very large arm around the boy at his side and patted his shoulder, grinning proudly.

The boy looked embarrassed, and I...well I probably looked shocked beyond belief...again.

"Wait," Anna said, sounding just as surprised as I felt, "that's your grandson?"

North nods. "My most naughty one."

"Oh my god," the boy said, mortified. He ran a quick hand through his hair as his face began to turn pink. He looked up at the ceiling and continued, "How many times have I told you to stop saying that?" I would have cracked an amused smiled if it wasn't for my shocked nerves.

Before North could reply, Anna continued. "Wait, so," she points to North, "you're the principal," she then points to the boy, "and you're his grandson. That means...your name is Jack!" She then turned to me, looking as though she just won the lottery. "Elsa, the boy you ran into earlier is Jack! He's the principal's grandson who Rapunzel told us about!"

I merely nodded, too embarrassed to say anything. Jack and North both chuckle at my sister, and it was Jack who spoke next. "So you've been talking about me, huh?" He said to Rapunzel. "You better not have said anything bad about me."

Rapunzel leans against the wall, arms crossed, and smirks. "Like how you suck at every sport except hockey?"

Jack copied my cousin by crossing his arms too. "You're just jealous that you can't skate." Jack retorts.

"Hmm, touche"

Rapunzel had mentioned that Jack was one of her best friends, and from their comfortable bickering it was obvious that they're close friends. However, while her closeness with the boy from our past took me off guard, what surprised me the most was that he's a skater. Like I used to be. I don't know what came over me, but I lost control over my mouth, and found myself asking him a question that I only meant to ask in my mind. "You skate?"

Skating became an activity that I became obsessed with when I was 5. Years before the accident, father was generous enough to let me skate as a hobby, and whenever I had the chance I would take it. With practice I became a professional. I had no coaching, just the Internet, some educational skating books, and myself. I taught myself how to skate, and it's my proudest accomplishment. By the time I was 10, I was a professional. At least, in my eyes I was.

I haven't been on the ice in forever. Almost five years. I'd probably be a horrible skater now. The last time I skated, I was 13 years old. It was a year after the accident with Anna; my first time on the ice in an entire freaking year. It wasn't even my idea; it was my parents'. I was really reluctant until we got to the rink. Then I became excited...until I got on it. I was so rusty. I'd definitely be horrible at it now.

At first, everything was going somewhat smoothly, but then I ended up falling and hitting my head pretty hard. Not to where I bled like...like my sister, but to the point where it scared the hell out of me. The pain scared me so bad that I ended up giving up on skating forever. I was too scared, especially with what happened to Anna the year before. When I fell...it traumatized me more than what I already was.

I know a skating rink is different than a frozen pond, and I know you can't fall through it, but it's still the fact that both are frozen ice. Both can kill. Both are deadly. If you make one wrong move and fall, there's a good chance it can kill you. And yet, while I still do fear it, I still yearn to be back on it. To connect with the ice once more. I used to be good at snowboarding too, but I gave that up as well. I was never a pro at it like I was with ice skating, but I still enjoyed it. Snowboarding was what Anna loved to do, and of course...I loved it too.

But skating...that was my ultimate dream. I always wanted to become a champion ice skater; to compete in the Olympics. It still is my dream despite my fear of the ice. Before the accident, I used to beg father to let me sign up in competitions, but he would always refuse. He wants me to take over his business. That's his dream for me. That's what he wants me to do. I was lucky he even agreed to have skating become a hobby, and while I'm not opposed to the idea of being an architect like him, I still want to achieve my dream first. I know that's selfish though, especially since I absolutely refuse to ever get back on a rink again. I say I want to achieve my dream first when I don't even have any intention of actually pursuing it. They're not going to wait for me either. When the time comes for me to take over the business, I'm going to have to play my part and do my duties.

Skating...it was the only way I could find peace. It was the only way most of my stress could be relieved. It was the only way I could find any happiness and feel...free. Now it's gone. It's been gone for years. The only thing I still do now that involves ice is ice-carvings.

"Yeah," Jack answered, the curiousity still lingering there in his eyes as he studied me. He then smiles proudly, lowers himself, and gestures with his hand to a small height. "I've been skating since I was this big. If I had to guess an age, I'd say at least 4."

"Wow," Anna says in astonishment, "Elsa was around that age when she started skating too! Right, Elsa?"

"Yep," I say, not liking the memories that flashed through my mind. I was at my happiest when I was on the ice, and now my happy memories are...well...depressing. All they do is make me yearn for a time that is no longer here. A time that I can try to get back, but...that's easier said than done.

"Really?" Jack asked, becoming more lively. "You skate too?"

I shook my head. "No, I, uh, I used to, but I...I stopped."

"Why? Did something happen?"

Maybe I was looking too deeply into it because he's the boy from my past, but there was something in his tone that made me believe he knew EXACTLY what had happened to cause me to stop skating. I felt as though he was trying to make me confess. To admit that I am indeed the girl from his past. If he even remembers me, that is. Is that what he's trying to do or am I being paranoid?

"I'd rather not say," I answered, without skipping a beat as I tried not to squirm under his stare. "I just had my reasons, so please respect that." I didn't mean to sound bitchy, but that's exactly how I heard it come out to be, and so did he.

He holds his hands up in defense and says: "Okay, okay. I didn't mean to pry or anything. I was just curious."

What else are you curious about then?

I felt bad for suddenly making things awkward, and just as I was about to apologize, North stepped in. I was both relieved and disappointed. I really did want to apologize, but after he spoke, apologizing was the last thing I wanted. What I wanted was to get the hell out of there.

"And curiosity," North said, a hint of a warning in his tone, "killed the cat. So stop being so nosy, Jackson."

Jack rolls his eyes before he mocks a salute. "Whatever you say, Mr. Clause."

Rapunzel spoke up next and said words that nearly made me cheer. "Well, I'm going to take that as our cue to go. I still have to show these two the rest of the campus. We'll see you on Monday."

North smiles brightly. "Dosvidaniya, Miss Elsa, Anna, and Rpunzel. I look forward to spending the school year with you." Anna smiled just as brightly as he did, but my smile was weak and forced.

As we walked away, I felt eyes on me again. Jack's eyes, no doubt. I didn't even fight back my curiousity; I looked behind my shoulder to see. North had retreated to his office, and Jack looked as though he was about to too. But instead, he stood in the middle of the doorway with one foot inside the office and the rest of his body out. He didn't look away when our eyes connected, but I did after a few seconds.

When I was no longer in his sight, I found it easier to breathe...until Rapunzel whispered a three words in my ear.

"He doesn't know."

I heard and understood her perfectly clear, but just in case I was being delusional, I said: "What?"

Anna was rambling on and on about how awesome North was that she didn't take any notice of the two of us trailing behind her and whispering. My cousin glances at my sister, making sure she was still in her own little world, before answering.

"Jack doesn't know-"

"So you know he's the boy from our past?" I interrupt without meaning to.

Rapunzel nods. "I knew since the moment I laid eyes on him in 9th grade. Just as you did earlier when you bumped into him in the hall." Her eyes soften a bit. "I was there too that day. I was traumatized just as you were. I remember every detail just as clearly as you do. It didn't take me long at all to know it was him. But the thing is, he doesn't remember me being there." She pauses, looking unsure if she should continue. She went ahead anyway. "He only remembers you."

My heart either pounded so fast that I couldn't feel it, or it stopped. "He...he what? Rapunzel," I hated how desperate I sounded, "you have to tell me everything. Why didn't you tell me you were friends with him? Why didn't you give me any warning?"

"Because I didn't want to freak you out," she responded, guilt flooding her voice. "I didn't want to cause you any stress, anxiety, or paranoia. I was just looking out for you."

I sighed in defeat, not blaming her for even a second. I can understand where she's coming from, but at the same time it might have helped it I had a warning. And yet, a part of me always knew he'd be here. A part of me always knew there'd be a chance I'd run into him. (I didn't think it'd be literally). The feeling in the pit of my stomach was all the warning I needed; the warning I've always had.

"Just promise me you'll explain everything later. We can't say anything more or else Anna might-" As soon as I said her name, she calls out to Rapunzel and I from a few feet away, causing me to jump out of my skin.

"What are you two slow pokes doing?" She asked, giggling. "Were you even paying attention to anything I was saying? Also I shouldn't be leading us when I have no idea where I'm going." She turns back around though and continues to lead the way. "Oh well though. I'm the leader now and I must say that I like it a lot."

"Anna," Rapunzel said, "knowing you, you might lead us into the boys' locker room."

My sister laughs and says, "Dang it. You caught me. By the way, you know what you should have done? You should have asked North about your two teachers who didn't show up today. I'm genuinely curious about them and I don't even have them for a class. I also find it funny, Elsa, how you and Jack ended up indirectly introducing yourselves to each other when you said an introduction didn't matter since you would never see him again. Looks like Fate had other plans." She keeps walking and speaking, still completely oblivious.

One word from her sentence stuck out the most ot me though. Fate. Is that was this all is?

I didn't dwell on it for too long because Rapunzel had leaned close to my ear as we walked and said, "I'll text you everything I know later tonight. I promise."

I nodded in agreement, but was left unsure if it was a promise I really wanted to hear.