SO THIS IS A JELSA FANFICTION THAT'S BEEN ON MY MIND FOR AWHILE. I WANTED ELSA AND JACK TO BE A BADASS AND HER AND JACK TO HAVE KNOWN EACH OTHER BEFORE. SO ENJOY THE STORY!:-)

Disclaimer: I don't own ROTG, BH6, HTTYD, Brave,Frozen or any Disney or Dreamworks thing used except for the story plot.

She stirred in her bed as a ray of sunshine struck her face, and the sound of her alarm reached her ears. Elsa sat up and stretched her arms over her head. She threw her legs to the side of her bed and got up for yet another day in the hellhole they call high school. Not caring much about her appearance, she pulled on a gray halter top featuring Marilyn Monroe, one of her favorite idols. She then tugged on a pair of gray sweatpants before completing the ensemble with a black, leather jacket. Elsa braided her hair in her normal, French braid before making her way downstairs. She tapped her foot impatiently as she waited by the door for her sister to come down. Soon her sister came walking down the stairs, wearing a pink, floral dress and black sandals.

"Ready?" Elsa asked, uncrossing her arms.

"Yeah," Anna replied in a chipper voice. She paused, giving her sister a curious look. "Is that what you're wearing?"

"Yes, why?" Elsa pondered with a raise of her eyebrow.

Anna quirked her lips. "Well, it just looks...thrown together." She gestured with her hands at Elsa's entire outfit.

Elsa retorted with a scoff, "Well, it kind of is. I don't waste my time trying to impress the school's fashionistas."

Exasperated, Anna pleaded, "I know, but at least look like you tried." She flipped her hair as he walked past her older sister, who rolled her eyes in return. They made their way to Elsa's blue mustang. She twisted a piece of her platinum blond hair around her finger, fighting the urge to say something nasty to her younger sister. Elsa hated it when Anna critiqued her appearance, just because it wouldn't please the other students at their school.

"Maybe if you tried," Anna continued - wait, had she been in the middle of a rant? Elsa wasn't listening anymore, "they wouldn't call you the Ice Queen."

Ah, the noble title of Ice Queen. It was given to Elsa during her sophomore year of high school due to her unnerving attitude. "It doesn't really bother me," Elsa remarked with a shrug. She remembered how much it had hurt to be teased when she was younger, but she'd grown used to it by now.

"But Elsa!" Anna whined, forcing Elsa to tighten her grip on the steering wheel. "You don't want to go the rest of your time in high school known as the Ice Queen!"

Elsa fought to keep her composure. It was far too early in the morning for shouting. In a calm voice, she told Anna, "I really don't care what I'm known as, as long as I get out of high school."

Anna just stared at her older sister and sighed. "I just wish you tried..." she drifted off in a whisper, but she knew Elsa had heard her. The rest of the ride, they were silent.

After arriving at their school, Anna stepped out of the car, thanking Elsa for the ride. She told her sister that she was going to meet up with her boyfriend, Kristoff, and Rapunzel, their cousin. Elsa just nodded, putting in her headphones and making her way to class. She watched Anna skip off, speaking with a few people along the way. She wished her sister would just let her be and stop trying to make her conform to the 'ideal' high school girl.

Elsa shuffled into class and took the desk in the very back by the window. This was her go-to seat, because it was a comfortable distance from the zombies - the nickname she'd given to her peers at North Academy High. They basically were zombies, with their dead stares and boring personalities. They all confined to assimilation, giving in to the thought of being the perfect high school teen.

There were a few, however, that were more like herself. They were known as 'rift-rafts,' 'misfits,' or Elsa's favorite, 'delinquents.' Some of her fellow 'delinquents' weren't even trouble makers; they just refused to be cookie-cutter Children of the Corn like everyone else in their school. What Elsa found most amusing was that people pinned her as the leader of the misfits. Well, her and one other person, someone they all called the Snow King.

Soon, the other people in Elsa's class began to file in, so she reluctantly took off her headphones.

"Look who's all by herself," she heard someone spit in her direction. That taunting voice annoyed her to extreme measures. She turned, looking to the perpetrator with a roll of her eyes.

"Like how you were? All weekend long?" she asked with innocent eyes. Some people around them laughed quietly.

The person in front of her sneered, putting his hands on his hips. "I will have you know that I was not!"

Elsa stared up at him with a blank expression. "Oh, I'm sorry Hans, I just didn't know you counted your brothers as friends." She smirked, never looking away.

Hans seemed slightly unnerved. Cold as ice, huh? "You're pushing your luck, Ice Queen," he hissed.

Elsa smiled at him pleasantly. "And I guess I'm going to keep pushing until I run out, huh? Can you go sit down?" She waved a hand in front of her face, fanning herself. "Your breath is making me feel overheated, and not in a good way."

He turned away in a huff and stomped over to his desk. Elsa held back a victorious smile as she slipped off her jacket. Class started a few minutes later, but hardly anyone was paying attention. After all, it was Mr. Aster teaching History - the most boring teacher teaching the most boring subject.

Things became interesting, though, when a teen boy walked in fifteen minutes before class was supposed to end. He wore faded jeans and a blue hoodie, the hood pulled up, almost capturing all of his marble white hair.

Mr. Aster turned, and upon noticing who the boy was, became furious in a way that looked somehow beyond the normal realms of furious. How was that even possible? "Mr. Frost! Might you explain why you're forty-five minutes late to class?" he questioned.

Everyone stared at the teen as he shrugged. "I threw my alarm clock at the wall," he answered nonchalantly. Elsa rolled her eyes at the scene. This was her supposed cohort, the one and only Snow King, Jack Frost.

"That is not a good excuse," Aster warned him, his Australian accent getting even thicker. "You're getting detention so you can catch up on today's lesson."

Jack glared at him. "I really don't see why you're mad, nor do I care. At least I took the liberty of showing up to your class." Boy, if looks could kill, Mr. Aster would be a pile of Australian dust right now. Jack took his opportunity to leave as Mr. Aster stood there, dumbfounded. He tried to stop Jack, but what was the use? The bell rang soon after, announcing the end of first period, letting everyone go.

The white-haired teen made his way to his normal hangout, which just so happened to be at the back of the school's library. Ironic, isn't it? But no one would ever suspect Jack to be in the library, and the librarian didn't say anything as long as he was quiet.

He was greeted by his friend, Pitch, who had already been there, lounging on an old couch. "What took you so long?" he asked, his British accent sounding tired.

"Broke my alarm clock again," Jack informed him as he popped in his headphones, sitting down next to Pitch's feet. He pulled his hood tighter over his head, wishing he could just curl up inside his jacket.

Elsa was going to her second period class when she crossed paths with the princesses of her school: Cinderella, Snow, Honey, and Aurora.

Cinderella turned up her nose as if she smelled something awful, which conflicted with the fact that she said, "Did the temperature just drop or what?" The girls giggled, except for Aurora, who stood there quietly.

Unimpressed, and slightly annoyed, Elsa retorted, "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to laugh. Go on, say it again. I promise I will."

Cinderella glared at her, though it had no effect. "Step aside, royalty coming through." She put her hands on her hips, and it reminded Elsa of animals that make themselves appear larger in order to be a threat. She could just picture Cinderella puffing out her neck like a scaly lizard.

Elsa smirked. "Last I checked, you," she idled a hand to the group of girls before her, "are just mere princesses, when I am the Ice Queen." They stared at her dumbly, and Cinderella's face turned so red with anger, she almost did look like a lizard. Elsa was waiting to hear her hiss and flash a forked tongue.

Elsa didn't have time for the princesses. She sauntered to class, leaving them behind. She could hear Aurora say in a voice that was trying to mask laughter, "C'mon girls, let's get to class."

Eventually, lunch time came around, and Anna was looking for her sister. She didn't want to sit by herself, or with the delinquents of the school and give herself an even worse reputation around the school. As she was looking around, not paying attention to where she walked, she bumped into someone.

"Watch where you're going, moron," a rough voice warned her.

"Sorry I really-" Anna looked up and caught eyes with the last person she'd want to after hearing so many stories about him. Her rosy skin paled, and she was on the verge of fainting, but then someone walked up, pulling her by the shoulder and making her move out of the way. It was Elsa.

"Leave my sister alone, Frost," Elsa told him, venom tinging her words.

"She's the one who bumped into me!" he hissed, not afraid to get in her face.

Elsa pouted, teasing, "Aww, did the little baby get hurt?"

"Watch it princess," he sneered, growling through clenched teeth.

"Or what?" she challenged, unafraid. Jack only glared, then shook his head and pushed past her.

A few seconds passed, and Anna regained control of herself, having stood frozen in fear like a deer in headlights. "Elsa!" she whispered frantically. "Why would you want to get on his bad side!"

Elsa ignored her words, instead telling her, "Anna, be more careful." Then she walked away.

"Where are you going?" the younger girl asked in a distressed voice.

Elsa kept walking, replying over her shoulder, "I'll be alright, Anna."

Anna just stared after her, feeling torn as Elsa went to a table by herself and put in her headphones. A big arm wrapped around Anna's shoulders. "Anna, your sister's been like that all day. It's best to just leave her alone," Kristoff said in a gentle voice.

Anna sighed. "But I can't, not when I know that her heart isn't actually made of ice like everyone says it is." She looked up at him, sadness staining her features, and he understood.

Kristoff had been an orphan until he was eight, when Pabbie and Bulda adopted him and made him a part of their large family. He couldn't imagine seeing one of his brothers or sisters isolate themselves from everyone, not being able to help them.

He nodded slowly. "I know, Anna, but people change depending on their situation." He half smiled, saying jokingly, "And besides, I kinda think Ice Queen suits her." He could get away with remarks like that, because he knew both sides of Elsa - the cold, desolated side, and the caring, overprotective side. He'd grown up with Anna, and now they were a couple, so he knew the sisters fairly well.

Anna sighed, and the couple walked off the join her cousin, Rapunzel, and her boyfriend, Eugene.

Jack stormed his way to an isolated spot in the courtyard where Kuvo and Pitch were waiting for him. He plopped down on the concrete step, pulling out a can of icy blue spray paint. He started to sketch a snowflake on the wall.

"What's gotten into you?" Pitch asked with a raised eyebrow. Jack was usually grumpy, but not to this level. It felt like a blizzard was following Jack wherever he went today. It gave Pitch light chills.

Jack glared at his snowflake. "The Ice Queen... She just pisses me off!"

"It's funny how you two lose your cool around each other," Kuvo injected, his nose wedged in a book.

Jack stopped drawing his snowflake and sighed, the paint dripping down the wall in little streaks. "Trust me, it's not. Not when she picks apart everything about me and blows her top off. Sometimes it's not even entirely my fault," he grumbled, returning to his icy graffiti.

They all sat in silence after that.